This immortal is a bit fierce

After getting Qin Ping's contact information, Huang Feng turned to leave. He took two steps and turned back and asked, "You are in Zhaoyang, are you well-informed?"

Li Motang has been away from Zhaoyang for a long time, so it is unlikely that he will have contact with ordinary people in the city, let alone establish his own information network.

To sum up, when it is necessary to obtain information from unofficial channels, this woman will probably not be able to rely on it.

After listening to his inquiry, Qin Ping was full of confidence: "To be honest with you, there is no news about the outer city that I can't find out. As for the inner city, it is difficult. It depends on how much the master bids."

He talks about money when he opens his mouth. He is very sincere. Huang Feng likes this kind of thing: "Don't worry, I won't treat you badly when needed. Let's go."

Anyway, I won’t feel bad at all if I don’t spend my own money when the time comes.

"Master, go slowly." After seeing Huang Feng off, Qin Ping continued to stay at the gate of the city.

Huang Feng was walking on the street, flipping through the "Jade Cuisine Book", and happened to see a nearby shop selling peach blossom cakes, so he wrote it down on the booklet and bought a pack to try out the quality of the "Jade Cuisine Book". I didn't expect it to be really good.

While Huang Feng was wandering around, Li Motang had returned to Beijing for many days and had placed Nie Wenxuan in an outer house in the inner city, preparing to find a teacher for him at another date.

Li Motang has been staying in the palace these days. Xiao Nuan followed her instructions and quietly inquired around, then came back and said: "Miss, there are indeed many informants watching us.

Also, miss, many people in the capital have known about the attack on you at Cangyun Mountain. They all think you are in a bad mood now, so no one would dare to provoke you. "

Li Motang smiled and said: "Father has also asked about this matter before. I think no matter how much mischief I make recently, they won't drive me out of the capital. It seems that this attack is not entirely a bad thing."

Xiaonuan pouted: "But with so many eyeliners watching, how can we check?"

Li Motang said unhurriedly: "It is indeed a bit difficult to continue to clear up the old accounts of Dongshi Town, but my father attaches great importance to the matter of Anyuguan. Although the murderer has been killed, the whereabouts of the weapons must be found out. At this time Most of them have been handed over to the Imperial City Department to investigate. Let's see what they can find first.

If the investigation reveals that the whereabouts of the Anyuguan ordnance is really related to the events in Dongshi Town and Shulu, it will not be too late to follow the clues. "

"Miss, you are so smart!" Xiao Nuan boasted from the side.

Li Motang had long been accustomed to hearing the compliments of his maid, and was unmoved. He was a little bored in the palace, so he took Xiao Nuan's Rubik's Cube to play with.

Xiao Nuan sat aside, holding her chin: "When will Young Master Huang come?"

"Who knows." Li Motang looked nonchalant on the surface, but couldn't help but ask in his heart, "Where are you?"

On the street, Huang Feng was strolling and putting peach blossom cakes in his mouth. Hearing his thoughts, he casually said: "I just arrived at Shulu. I'm revisiting my old place. I plan to stay for a few days. Why, are you in a hurry?"

"No hurry." Li Motang hummed.

"Just don't be in a hurry." Huang Feng laughed, booked a room at an inn in the outer city, took out two banned books that he accidentally found, and prepared to read them.

It's a pity that after watching it for a while, he threw it aside. My expectations were a little high, but I was a little disappointed.

But thinking about it carefully, Huang Feng also understood that a literati and poet who often looked for flowers and beauties could not have the shame to write such things. Once discovered, not only would his reputation be ruined, but his head might also be lost.

There are two volumes of books, one feels that the author has quite a lot of experience, but the writing style is not good, and the writing style of the other volume is acceptable, but it is all based on imagination and lacks true feelings.

"The most popular one these days...is this it?"

If he had written it, it would have been better than this!

"Huh?" Huang Feng felt moved for a moment and regretted not asking Qin Ping how much money he could earn by writing forbidden books, otherwise he might really be unable to suppress his literary talent.

While he was thinking about it, a quarrel came from below the inn.

Huang Feng opened the window and lay down by the window to watch the excitement.

After seeing the prosperity of Zhaoyang with my own eyes, I realized that what Tao Yansheng said was not an exaggeration. The street outside the inn alone was enough for four carriages to run parallel.

Unfortunately, sometimes it doesn't matter how wide the road is. A carriage turning out of the lane collides with another carriage going straight.

"Turn and let go straight. I don't know what the speed limit is on the streets in the outer city. If the carriage going straight is speeding, it may have to bear some responsibility."

Huang Feng was entertaining himself by the window. Below the inn, the coachman also started arguing.

The driver on the carriage that was going straight said arrogantly, "Do you have eyes?"

"I don't have eyes? Horses are not allowed to gallop in the city. Don't you know how fast your carriage was just now?"

"Do you know who is in my carriage?"

"Yes...you don't care who it is!"

"Okay, don't show off your power here. Give him some money and leave quickly." A voice came from the carriage that was going straight. It sounded very young.

After hearing the master's instructions, the coachman did not dare to say anything, no longer cared about right or wrong, and was ready to pay for the money to settle the matter.

At this time, Huang Feng discovered that someone sneaked behind the carriage and stuffed a bag of things under the carriage that was going straight.

This is interesting. It seems that this car accident was not accidental, but deliberate.

Should I mind my own business?

Reason told Huang Feng that it was better to keep a low profile for the first time here, but...

"Well, I was born in a flower-growing family, grew up under a red flag, and am as enthusiastic as I am. I really can't turn a blind eye." Huang Feng first praised himself, and then jumped down from the window.

"Where do you want to go?" He clasped the shoulder of the person hiding the thing with one hand and kicked the carriage. "Someone hid something under your car and still sat safely."

Seeing that something was revealed, the driver of another carriage abandoned the carriage and ran away. Huang Feng didn't bother to chase him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, let go." The guy who was being held up suddenly raised his fist and punched his eye socket.

"You're so cruel!" Huang Feng clasped his hand hard on his shoulder, and the man's fist suddenly became weak and he cried out in pain.

The curtain of the carriage was opened at this moment, and a young man stepped out from it. He had sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, and was very energetic. He was wearing a beige satin robe. He didn't know which family he was.

This man was also sizing up Huang Feng. Although Luan Xiangfeng gathered in the capital, the person in front of him amazed him regardless of his appearance and temperament.

"Stop looking, it's under the car." Huang Feng reminded.

The man nodded and was about to bend down. The driver hurried over and said, "Master, I'll come."

Unfortunately, this dog-legged behavior did not gain favor. The coachman was mercilessly pushed away. The man squatted on the ground and took a closer look, and took out an oil paper bag from under the carriage.

The oil paper bag was tied firmly with hemp rope. The man stretched out his hand to the driver: "Knife."

The coachman respectfully handed over the short knife on his waist and warned: "Master, be careful of fraud."

The man turned a deaf ear, cut the hemp rope with a knife, and opened the oil paper package. Inside was a package of ground plants that looked like medicinal materials.

Huang Feng didn't recognize him, but the face of the young master in front of him changed drastically. He grabbed the detained guy and asked sternly: "Who ordered you?"

"Little... I don't know."

"I don't know? Okay, I'll arrive at Dali Temple in a while, I'm afraid you won't have time to say anything!"