No matter what Huangfu Shaozong and Baoqin thought, Tang Wanzhuang and Zhuque, who were watching from a distance, smiled at the same time.
The capital is a big stage. No one will easily reveal their true intentions. Such naive people would not survive to this day.
They had to find a good reason for the invitation, but Zhao Changhe played it more clearly, just pretending that everyone was unfamiliar with him and not giving him any face. This was normal, but everyone was acting out a play.
Of course, in Zhuque's opinion, it was even more normal that Zhao Changhe was really not familiar with Concubine Huangfu.
They were not laughing at this, but at the queen.
How can you be so confident that Zhao Changhe will pay attention to you? It's not your turn to make a move. Being so impatient is really cheap. What can you do when Zhao Changhe refuses you in person? Assassinate
The two old women hesitated for a moment, and whispered to their trusted followers: "Follow that eunuch, he may not be the queen's man."
Everyone on both sides was horrified.
It is indeed possible... If Zhao Changhe "went with the Queen's people" and was suddenly found dead in the palace in the middle of the night, the Queen would be blamed. Unless Zhao Changhe was stupid, there was no way he would go with him.
Tang Wanzhuang whispered, "If she is really the Queen's man, then it's fine. If not, then this is something Huangfu Qing would do."
Zhuque also said: "It's fine if he is the Queen's man, but if not, then someone is trying to frame me."
After saying this, he whispered to himself: "If he also thinks of this level, he won't think that the imperial concubine wants to harm him, right?"
When she said this, her beautiful eyes turned around with interest. After thinking for a while, she turned around and went into the house: "I am sleepy, you guys go and get busy."
The people around him retreated in response.
Zhuque poked his head out to take a look, then quickly changed out of his palace clothes, put on a set of fiery red sacrificial robes, and put on a pig mask. He suddenly went out through the window and disappeared into the rainy streets.
Zhao Changhe was in the VIP room of the casino. There were not only gambling tables and gambling tools, but also an inner room. Inside was an inn room, with warm incense curtains. Someone was pouring hot water into a wooden barrel.
Zhao Changhe looked very cool walking alone in the rainy night just now, but the fact proved that there is a price to pay for pretending to be cool. Now he looked like a drowned chicken.
The gambling house manager sat opposite him at the gambling table, playing Pai Gow in his hands, and looked at Zhao Changhe with a smile in his eyes: "Mr. Zhao..."
"Ah?" Zhao Changhe's hair was still dripping with water. He seemed to be nonchalant as he touched the card nine and studied it: "How do you play this thing?"
“… You look like you really want to play cards?”
"Why not?" Zhao Changhe secretly practiced his Qi, and the steam rose up, at least drying his body and face a little. His clothes couldn't be as wet as Miss Winged Fire Snake, so he had to let them stay wet: "I came to the casino to play cards."
"That's not necessarily true. When you go to the casino in Jianhu City, you're playing with Sha Qi's neck."
"Hey, your gambling houses have similar names, isn't it obvious that they are chain stores? Why don't you just call them by the same name? Why is Wei Zicai still pretending that he doesn't know who is behind the Kangle Casino?"
"Who said that a name like this means it's a chain store? So are you and Wang Dashan brothers?"
Zhao Changhe: "…I suggest you use Pangdahai next time."
The man was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "We don't even know why you found a gambling house and thought it was run by us. It turned out to be the right one. But this is not important. Since you clearly wanted to find us, we can only say that it is fate."
"Not really." Zhao Changhe said leisurely, "It's just that since the young marquis was determined not to enter the gambling house, the name he mentioned first must be the most famous one in the capital, not just because it's close... There was clearly a closer gambling house on the road just now, why didn't he mention it? It can only prove that this gambling house is different and has a special mark in the young marquis' heart."
The man nodded and said, "That makes sense. I am Jin Jiu, the manager of Anle Casino in the capital. Nice to meet you, young master."
Zhao Changhe was surprised: "You all have the same surname and ranking? You are a middle-aged man, in charge of the important capital, and Sha Qi is a young master, in charge of Jianhu City. How are you ranked?"
"We are an inherited name."
Zhao Changhe seemed to be thinking: "So Ying Wu once had a group of brothers, but now some of them have died... Then the first four..."
"The first four have passed away long ago, and there is no one to inherit." Jin Jiu sighed and said, "How many people can return from the storms of the world? I wonder how many of his former brothers will be left when Mr. Zhao looks back in his old age."
Zhao Changhe was silent. He felt that although he didn't have many friends, each of them had the potential to be a hero, and didn't seem like they would die young. Of course, this was hard to explain. Even he didn't know when he would die in a place where no one knew.
Jin Jiu said: "Let's not talk too much nonsense. Since Mr. Zhao came to us on purpose, what's the matter?" "If I'm not mistaken, you are actually a professional intelligence organization... I also suspect that Listening Snow Tower is your subordinate organization, similar to the Blood God Sect and the Four Symbols Sect."
"You guessed half right. We are indeed a professional intelligence organization, but Listening Snow Tower is just a long-term partner. They couldn't find each other after killing people, so they asked us for information. There is no subordinate relationship between the two parties, and we have no interest in the killing business." Jin Jiu smiled and said, "So there is really no grudge between us and Your Excellency."
"I guess that you were originally looking for clues about the ancient era, but gradually it evolved into gathering all kinds of intelligence and developed it into an organization's livelihood, right?" Zhao Changhe said, "I don't believe that the great people on the Heavenly Ranking are just there to spy on intelligence."
"That's right." Jin Jiu said without hesitation: "We not only sell intelligence, but also buy intelligence. The most important intelligence is about the ancient secret realm and various lost alien spaces. The others are just incidental gains in the process of searching for these. To be frank, the affairs of the world have nothing to do with us... So your identity is just a piece of information that can be bought and sold to us, and it will not affect any of our positions."
"So I don't give them any face. You dare to accept my invitation when I walk into your door."
Jin Jiu clapped his hands and smiled, "Of course. In the world of martial arts, gods and Buddhas seek. You are not the only one who laughs at the princes and nobles?"
Zhao Changhe nodded and said, "If that's the case... then I'm here to buy intelligence. Are you in business with me?"
"If you want to buy information about the emperor's current situation, we don't understand it and can't make the deal." Jin Jiu sighed, "We are trustworthy and won't make up some information that sounds plausible to cheat customers out of their money."
"So what about the face? Is this okay? How much is it?"
"This is basically known to everyone in the capital. This kind of information is worthless. I'm giving it to you as a gift. Consider it a friendship."
"Thank you."
Just because everyone knows it doesn't mean you can just ask anyone... and the information you have can be corroborated by what others know, so it's good to have a place dedicated to providing intelligence.
Jin Jiu said: "On the surface, the emperor spends most of his time in seclusion, and when he comes out he attends court to handle some matters, so he looks normal. What makes people feel something is wrong is that he is a little listless and his voice lacks strength, which does not sound like the aura of the best in the world. In addition, he makes many stupid moves and has none of the great talent and strategy he had in his early years, so everyone guesses that something has gone wrong. It is not like the rumors outside that he has disappeared, that is not the case."
This is completely consistent with the information from Tang Wanzhuang, there is nothing special about it.
Zhao Changhe stroked his chin and thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you know anything about the inside story of the crown prince's death?"
Jin Jiu smiled and said, "We can only guess about this. Guessing is not worth much. Just listen to it."
"I believe your guesses are valuable."
"Our guess is that the emperor himself killed him."
Even though he had anticipated countless possibilities, Zhao Changhe had never thought of this one. His eyes widened in horror for a moment.
Damn, if Xia Longyuan would kill his son, then I would be sitting here like an old general on the stage, coming here to see him off
Seeing Zhao Changhe, who had been calm all along, finally showed a change of color, Jin Jiu felt inexplicably happy and laughed: "It's just a guess. As for why I guessed so, it's inconvenient to tell you, unless you pay more... Oh, by the way, this kind of thing doesn't cost money."
Zhao Changhe stared at him without saying anything.
"Alright." Jin Jiu looked at the door of the inner room leisurely. The beautiful croupier wearing only a light gauze bra had been standing there waiting for a long time. When she saw Jin Jiu looking at her, she said softly, "The bath water is ready. I will serve you to take a bath..."
Before Zhao Changhe could say anything, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a pig-headed man left the two fainted guards, clapped his hands and walked in: "Serve, serve vigorously, let me see how to wash it."
Jin Jiu looked at Zhao Changhe with a half-smile: "I heard that you were with a pig-head in Jianhu City. Is it this one? If not, we will treat it as a provocation."
The pighead looked up at the ceiling, as if he didn't want to talk to you.
Zhao Changhe was sweating. "Yes, it should be this one."
Jin Jiu stood up leisurely: "It turns out that you have someone to serve you, then we will not disturb you. I hope you can be happy in Anle Casino."
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PS: Some brothers are confused about the description "blurred". Well, the female rabbit's eyes are blurred. It does not mean a state of being infatuated. It is just a description that is difficult to understand like smoke and fog. Don't get me wrong.
(End of this chapter)