The little marquis actually owed the 200 taels of room fee in this flower and willow land, and it was still allowed to be recorded in the account of the King of Jin's Mansion?

Jia Chu felt that he had not slept for many days, and he was getting off the horse too hard, and he heard the tinnitus in the wrong way.

As the most powerful secret guard around King Jin, he naturally knew how many silver notes Zhou An had on his body before coming to Jinling.

Although those were for the funding of the Juxian Conference, coupled with the filial piety of local merchants and gentry... were bad.

Jia Chu thought that the Ye family in Jinling had long been destroyed, which led to the investigation of Shangshen, who defected to the prince in Jiangnan Road, was found. In order to prevent the loss of the royal family's income from the royal family from burning, he looked at the greedy and fearful turtle slave in front of him and believed it.

"Hero, aren't you looking for Anhou? As long as you give money, the madam can tell you where Anhou is. This news about the three religions and all kinds of things in Jinling City will not be our Xiaoxiang Pavilion..."

"Old Li, let you guard the door. You are here to stop the distinguished guest and anger the distinguished guest. Can you afford it?"

A female voice interrupted the Turtle Nu's words.

The madam Qiu Niang deliberately twisted her waist and walked towards Jiachu in a charming manner, while looking at the other person secretly.

She heard about this person's identity in the door and thought Lao Li could handle it. Unexpectedly, in order to get the 200 taels of silver, Lao Li took the initiative to talk about the well-informed Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Although brothels have been a place where fish and dragons have been mixed since ancient times, many of the fine works often like to come here to have fun and find out the news, but what they say is somewhat conspicuous.

Just when Qiu Niang's eyes were just two breaths on Jia Chu.

Snap.

A dagger buzzed out a buzzing sound, flashed out of Jiachu's cuff and landed on Qiuniang's neck.

Wu Luan, who was leaning against the railing on the third floor, saw this scene, clasped the railing tightly, and breathed suffocated.

What's going on?

Is the King of Jin bullying others with his power or has he seen through Qiu Niang's identity?

It should be the former, otherwise, according to the King of Jin's personality of being very fond of merit, he had already sent troops to encircle and suppress Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"Say, where is Anhou?"

Jia Chuguang judged from the cotton-forged clothes that Qiu Niang wore and her walking posture that she was the madam in the brothel.

The Turtle Nu said just now that he could know where An Hou was going by giving money. He had no money to buy news, so he could only ask the madam to tell him.

Qiu Niang's heartbeat was as nervous as she beat, but her face still had a pleasing smile. She started to deal with Jia Chu. She smiled and said, "This guest official, An Hou has never been here since leaving Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Here, ask me...hiss!"

Before she could finish her words, her neck chilled and she looked down.

A bloodline was drawn by a sharp dagger at the collarbone.

He raised his head and saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the guards of the King of Jin's mansion, which made her shudder.

"explain."

Jia Chu Leng Bingbing spit out a word, and the tip of the dagger pointed at the blue veins that burst out from Qiu Niang's neck.

Qiu Niang welcomed and saw so many people, but she couldn't tell where she was. The guard in front of her was intent on killing her.

She didn't bother to hide it and whispered: "After An Hou left Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Caimai saw him in the north of the city."

North of the city?

"Will the little marquis go to the north of the city?"

Under Jia Chu's half face was covered with suspicion.

The urban areas of Jinling are similar in structure, both rich in the east and noble in the west, poor in the south and humble in the north.

The northern part of the city is home to untouchables, and the areas where refugees live are in are in chaos. Why did the little marquis go there?

Qiu Niang was so nervous that Jia Chuyi was bullying.

How could she know if Zhou An would go to the north of the city?

She only knew that someone under her had seen Zhou An go to the north of the city, and seemed to have also gone to Sandiao Pavilion.

But recently, the San Geng Pavilion was sealed off by Su Rui and heavily armored soldiers. She didn't dare to cause trouble, so she could only smile and said, "Maybe Anhou is looking for someone to do things?"

"Do you know that the little marquis is here, who has ever been in contact with?"

Jia Chu did not place his hope of finding Zhou An on a madam.

If a madam could stare at Zhou An's whereabouts every day, it would only mean that the madam had other intentions. The dagger in his hand would cut the madam's neck without saying anything, and then he would be able to question the turtle slave, or he would keep on his head.

The mixed-race girl from the Western Regions staring at him.

"this……"

Qiu Niang hesitated for a moment and felt the dagger press down with force. The sharp stinging pain seemed to be about to penetrate the flesh and penetrate into her bloodline, and she no longer concealed it.

"Hou An is closest to his former interim governor Huang and current censor Huang."

Since the Ninth Princess has focused on Ning Shixian and Ning's family recently, Zhou An is uncertain whereabouts after leaving Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Xiaoxiang Pavilion did not collect much about Zhou An.

The deepest impression was that the Qixian Conference was held at the Xiaoxiang Pavilion that day. In addition to being close to the Ye family, according to the situation on that day, it could only be related to the Censor Huang.

"The current Censor Huang."

Jia Chu secretly wrote down the name, took out a silver note from his arms, and threw it into Qiuniang's arms with his waist card.

"Open a room, feed the horses high-quality fodder, and send someone to invite this Lord Huang."

To be the first person among the secret guards, Jia Chu not only has extraordinary skills, but also has a bad mind.

In his opinion, even if the little marquis is out of money, no matter how poor he is, there should be someone to support him. If not, either the Jin Prince's Mansion's power in Jinling will be removed, or the little marquis will go to the north of the city to make other plans.

No matter what the reason is, he needs a reliable local to explain the situation to him.

At the same time, he and Ma'er could no longer bear it. After resting, they had to go to see the little marquis, so that they could control the little marquis who had always liked to make their own ideas and successfully take them back to the capital to report to the prince.

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"Don't worry, please..."

When Qiu Niang touched the waist card made of gold in the King of Jin's Mansion, she squeezed out a smile. Unexpectedly, when she saw that the silver bill was only ten taels, the smile on her face became extremely stiff.

Ten taels?

Are the servants of the King of Jin's mansion so poor?

When Jia first saw Qiu Niang's face, he looked dissatisfied, and a Lingli look swept.

"I just found a place to stay and let you feed some feed, but I never said I would pay the money for Anhou."

“…”

You can be so poor that you can't live with Jin's mansion!

Qiu Niang complained in her heart, but her body took a step back honestly and bowed to Jia Chufu.

"Please rest assured that the guest room is not to look at these ten taels of silver notes, but only on the waist signs of the King of Jin's mansion. We ordinary people who are promoted to fight must also do what you have told you... Hiss."

Qiu Niang took a breath of air conditioning again.

But this time it was not because of being pierced, but because of surprise.

After she was kind and flattered, Jia Chu reached out and pulled the ten taels of silver bills back from her.

"Since that's the case, then today's consumption will continue to be recorded in the account of the King of Jin's Mansion."

When Jia first came, King Jin had not even paid the travel expenses. The ten taels were paid out of his own pocket, so he naturally couldn't bear to leave.

Your King of Jin’s mansion is really stingy!

Qiu Niang dared not speak out, so she could only ask the Turtle Slave to find someone to run errands and report to the Censor Huang.

Although the Censors also patrol everywhere like the governor, they have records of their travel. When many civilians have grievances, they will go to the Jinling Prefecture to pay a little money to make money, and they will take advantage of the street where the Censors will go to block the street and make trouble.

If you are in trouble, please inspect the case in public.

Thinking that just the money was used to manage the government office, it would take five taels to start, which was enough for her to eat two bowls of ice drinks, Qiu Niang felt a pain.

Looking at the tall brown horse lying on the ground, it looked like a thousand-mile horse with sweat and blood BMW. He was so hungry that he could eat about ten pounds of feed at a meal, and rolled his eyes so much that he was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

"Qiu Niang."

Until the Ninth Princess' voice came from above her head, Qiu Niang looked up and saw the Ninth Princess nodding with a stern face and signaled her to do as she did. Then she was so angry that other turtle slaves led the horse to the backyard.

Third floor.

Wu Luan held her cheek with her hands, turned around and leaned her back against the railing, looking towards Zhangjiazhuang in the north of the city, with a nervous expression.
Chapter completed!