However, things always go unexpectedly. The higher the price of calligraphy at the old brush shop, which ends up being five times the original price, the more customers come to buy it. Although the old brush shop is not well-known in Chang'an City, it is quite popular with civilians in the small area of Dongcheng.

"So that's how the game should be played?"

Ning Que held a small teapot in his hand and leaned against the door, observing the customers in the store. Then, happily taking two sips of tea from the teapot, he listened to the argument in the fake antique shop next to him. Life is awesome.

However, shopkeepers along the street would never know that the reason for the revival of Lin 47th Street and their business was closely related to the young owners of the old brush shop. They would never know that if Ning Que chose not to help Chao Xiaoshu kill people that night, the street would still be silent. However, in their eyes, the young owner of the old brush shop was just a useless vagabond, who could not make any money, and only knew how to torture his maid.

With good business and good profits, everyone is happy, but this leads to new problems. When basic needs such as food and shelter are met, humans begin to think of women and entertainment. Now that business has been back up for several days, the owner of the fake antique shop wants to get a concubine. This question sparked an argument between the husband and wife in the store today.

"Look at yourself in the mirror. Do you think you have the right to take a concubine?

"Why can't I?"

"I say no, I just don't. If you force it, I will go to the local government of Chang'an to sue you!

"The queen doesn't even bother to pay attention to such a trivial matter, and the local government of Chang'an! That Ning Que can have a maid! Since you're always kicking me out of bed, I don't see why I can't find someone to give me some warmth!

"You wish I could give you some warmth? Fat Hope! Unless that Ning Que becomes the emperor!

"He's not from the Li family! He can't be an emperor!

"Yue Lun Kingdom, Southern Jin Kingdom, Great Rivers, no matter which country it is, as long as he is the emperor!"

Ning Que listened to the argument with interest while drinking the tea in the small teapot. He secretly praised the people of the Tang Empire for being indeed aggressive and open-minded. Even a small quarrel between the couple could have linked it to the emperor. Suddenly, his facial expression froze as he realized that the couple was talking about themselves, which made him a little frustrated.

Just as the customers in the store began to disperse and Sangsang was busy cleaning up the display cases on the table, he angrily stamped his foot into his store and shouted, "What's wrong with the two of them?" It's just a quarrel between husband and wife, but both of them can connect it not only to me, but also to politics. Do they think I'm a bodyguard for a fake? Tomorrow I will bring them into the palace and destroy their whole family!"

Well, at least he wasn't lying, because he had a secret guard tag tied to his waist, so it was indeed his duty to assist the imperial court in listening to the news that spread among the common people. Since someone is talking about the emperor, of course he can report to the higher-ups. However, despite the strict laws of the Tang Dynasty, the empire was quite tolerant of the freedom of speech of civilians. Trifles such as illogical words spewing out of a quarrel between husband and wife will only make the bodyguard's office and the people in the palace laugh as jokes.

However, when Sangsang heard his words, she began to worry because she thought of the problem that had been bothering her for days. She frowned and asked, "Young Master, when I was a child, I remember you told me a story about how spies usually die miserably. Now that you're a secret guard, will you be in trouble?

Ning Que put down the teapot, shook his head, and said, "Although the waist card is a secret, to be honest, this is just a low-level officer. Who cares about me? Besides, if there is really trouble in the future, do you think your young master doesn't know how to avoid it?

He paused for a moment before looking at Sangsang and gently explained, "I accepted this identity for another reason. In the future, if someone wants to investigate those cases, those murders, my role as a palace bodyguard can help me.

Sangsang is a servant girl who is always too lazy to think about things. When she felt that what he said sounded logical, she stopped thinking about these things. Then she added, "The jacket for the umbrella, the knife and you are all ready." Young master, when are you going to kill the second person?

"What about knives? Do we need to sharpen them? Ning Que asked.

Sang Sang replied seriously: "Even if you use them to slaughter pigs, the knife will definitely become dull after slaughtering ten pigs." Of course, they need to be sharpened.

The conversation between the master and the maidservant is usually random, and any outsider will surely find it difficult to understand. Especially when the facial expressions of two people are absolutely normal. If outsiders overheard their conversations, it would never occur to them that they were talking about the massacre of that rainy spring night and whether they should sharpen their knives for the next murder.

At this moment, a crisp loud sound suddenly came from the end of Lin 47th Street. A crowd rushed in the direction of the hustle and bustle. Ning Que walked to the door of his store curiously and glanced in that direction. The expression on his face changed slightly.

In that direction, he saw a group of bodyguards dressed in green from top to bottom surrounding a middle-aged man in a turquoise robe, looking unrestrained and elegant. With a warm and happy smile on his face, he shook hands, laughed, and chatted with shopkeepers along the street. He seems to be assuring the owners that they can do business on this street with peace of mind and that they are free to speak up to his subordinates if they run into any problems.

As the middle-aged man spoke, five or six men stood quietly behind him, with their hands on their chests, politely to the shopkeeper.

The middle-aged man in the turquoise robe would patiently stop in front of each shop and reassure the shopkeeper that the subordinates around him would slowly follow him. The group gradually approached the other end of the street.

At the end of the street, there stands a calligraphy shop called the Old Brush Shop.

How many streets such as Lin 47th Street owned by Lao Zhao of Chunfeng Pavilion, and he didn't know how respected the officials he contacted were. If a person with such status wants to leave Chang'an City, the person he wants to say goodbye to will definitely not be an ordinary shopkeeper on Lin 47th Street. However, before leaving today, he went to Lin 47th Street to say goodbye to those owners. Perhaps in the eyes of the imperial aristocracy, they probably thought that this middle-aged man wanted to use the street that caused the Chunfeng Pavilion incident to send a clear warning, that is: "After I leave, none of you dare to make trouble."

But Ning Que knew that this was not the real purpose of his coming to Lin 47th Street, he was here to say goodbye to Ning Que, Ning Que was the one who fought side by side with him through the spring rain, sat side by side with him, and ate fried egg noodles. Since Ning Que wanted to hide his identity, and now that he was a secret guard in the palace, the middle-aged man wanted to patiently say goodbye to all the shopkeepers and not let anyone in Chang'an City notice his existence.

Thinking of this, even an indifferent person like Ning Que couldn't help but feel a warm and comfortable feeling in his heart. Staring at the middle-aged man in the green robe who was smiling in the middle of the crowd and walking in his direction, Ning Que was a little uneasy.

When Zhao Xiaoshu walked to the door of the old brush shop, he looked at the young man and the little maid in the shop and smiled gently. Then he crossed his hands in front and bowed, saying, "Boss Ning, it's nice to meet you."

Ning Que saw the crowd standing at his door, as well as the curious civilians who gathered around to watch this scene. He smiled awkwardly, crossed his hands in front of him and bowed to Chao Xiaoshu, and replied, "It's nice to meet you, Second Brother Zhao."

The words "Second Brother Zhao" were first heard from Deputy Commander Xu Chongshan. He thinks this way of addressing him is appropriate, as it not only shows his respect, but also brings them closer together. On the contrary, Chao Xiaoshu was taken aback. Slowly, a suppressed smile appeared on Chao Xiaoshu's face, and the group of men, who looked threatening, nodded and stared at Ning Que with a friendly, playful look. Everyone in Chang'an City calls Zhao Xiaoshu the old tide of Chunfeng Pavilion, and the brothers of the Fish Dragon Gang will also call him the gang leader or big brother. However, only a few people would call him Second Brother Zhao, so Ning Que unknowingly released the cat out of the bag.

"I'm about to leave Chang'an, so I took a few of my gang brothers to visit the shopkeepers along the street. If Boss Ning has any questions in the future, please feel free to look for them. Of course, I believe that as long as Boss Ning works hard to run his business, the business will definitely prosper and be successful. Don't forget to help buddies when the time comes.

Chao Xiaoshu smiled lightly, looked at him, and pointed with his right hand at the fierce-looking men behind him. He added, "I'm sure you've seen Qi Si before. The others were Chang III, Liu V, Fei VI, and Chen VII. They are my most trusted brothers.