Soon, with a creaking sound, a gap opened beside the tall red lacquer door.
The main door is not opened, it is a side door.
The Shenhou Mansion is located in Zhuquefang. It is truly magnificent and has five rooms and three open doors.
Whether it is the glazed tiles or the inlaid gold nails, everything has regulations. The Shenhou Mansion is equivalent to the Prince's Mansion.
Marquis, in the title of nobility, is the third rank among the five ranks of king, duke, marquis, son and male.
But the Shenhou broke the title level and was equal to the prince.
These three words, god, saint, and immortal, are extremely special.
It is a great honor to be prefixed with this.
The title of Divine Marquis is equal to that of a prince, but it is actually higher than that of a prince.
The concierge followed the gap and saw Dou Changsheng standing outside the door. His eyes were wary because one of Dou Changsheng's hands was tightly holding the hilt of the Ice Soul Sword at his waist.
With the help of the light of the lantern hanging high outside the gate, the concierge recognized Dou Changsheng. His alert look faded, but he still did not let down his guard.
The Zhao Mansion is not far away, and the concierge has met Dou Changsheng many times and knows the details of Dou Changsheng.
With the help of the saint's favor and trust, the Shenhou Mansion began to grow day by day. They rose up and down to push the Six Gates down from the position of the Sixth Division. Now that a Six Gates detective is coming to the door, it is not a good thing no matter how you look at it.
However, the concierge did not dare to neglect, and said quickly: "If you have something to do, sir, please submit the post and deliver it to the Lord God, who will decide whether you want to see me or not? When will you come?"
The more important a person's status is, the more important they are to etiquette. It is more difficult to meet someone in person, and there are a lot of red tape and etiquette.
Dou Changsheng looked at the concierge expressionlessly, stretched out his hand towards the door, opened it directly, and walked into the Shenhou Mansion on one side.
The concierge did not expect that Dou Changsheng would be so ignorant of the rules. He was caught off guard and did not stop Dou Changsheng. He had already broken into the Shenhou Mansion.
"Dou Changsheng, this is not a place for you to run wild?"
The concierge looked at Dou Changsheng in shock and anger, lowered his voice and asked in a deep voice.
"Why don't you retreat quickly? If you alarm the nobles in the mansion, you can't afford it?"
"Who's coming?"
The voice of inquiry came out, the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, and a person walked slowly from a distance, walked out of the darkness, and revealed his appearance.
He is a middle-aged man with a handsome and elegant appearance, with graying temples, a tall and thin body, and wearing a light blue gown.
There is a black mole at the corner of his eye.
This does not affect the appearance, but adds a third of charm.
With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly to the back and said to the concierge: "Go down, leave this place to me."
The concierge bowed respectfully and said: "No."
"There must be a reason for guests to come late at night."
"This is not the place to talk. Please go to the front hall to talk."
Dongfang Tai'a has a smile on his face, a soft aura exuding from his whole body, and his gentle voice makes people feel good.
Dou Changsheng nodded and followed Dongfang Tai'a as they walked towards the Shenhou Mansion.
Dou Changsheng could ignore the concierge, but not Dongfang Tai'a.
Dongfang Tai'a was ranked seventh among the twelve disciples of the divine lord Zhuge Wuwo.
He is also the most active disciple. He is the general manager of the Shenhou Mansion and is responsible for many matters in the Shenhou Mansion.
He is a man with long sleeves and good at dancing. The momentum of Shenhou Mansion is the result of Dongfang Tai'ahe's many operations.
Shenhou Mansion, a sect with twelve heroes.
Most of them are masters, and Dongfang Tai'a is one of the best among them, a third-level master.
After arriving at the front hall, Dongfang Tai'a sat down at the main seat, took the tea cup from the maid's hand, and raised his hand to signal Dou Changsheng to taste the tea.
After Dou Changsheng took the tea cup smoothly, he placed it on the Eight Immortals table aside, looked at Dongfang Tai'a, and said in a deep voice: "I want to see the Lord God."
Zhao Wudu had not returned, and Dou Changsheng already felt a sense of urgency in his heart.
This time, I was deeply involved in the incident. It involved the crown prince of Zhou Dynasty. Not to mention the death of the crown prince, even if he was frightened, it was still a major event that shocked the capital of the gods.
If something goes wrong, he will be thrown out as a scapegoat.
Compared with such a big event, any list of heroes is bullshit.
Moreover, Dou Changsheng also wanted to cut through the mess quickly and resolve this crisis. Otherwise, when King Wuxiang and the others launched their attack, huge casualties would be caused regardless of whether the crisis was resolved or not.
Although he also wanted to see the Lord Shen late at night and settle the matter tonight, Dou Changsheng knew that this was unrealistic, so he added: "Please arrange to meet the Lord Shen after he gets up tomorrow morning."
Dongfang Tai'a took a flawless white handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, looked at Dou Changsheng calmly, and said gently: "Mr. Dou has captured young talents, and he is ranked twenty-eight on the list."
"My master always likes to support the younger generation. It stands to reason that Mr. Dou wants to meet him. It won't be a big problem to meet him tomorrow."
This is the benefit of fame. If Dou Changsheng, who was a young detective, was not even qualified to step into the Shenhou Mansion, he would have been kicked out long ago.
At the bottom of the ranking list, he could only say a few words and was dismissed.
But now a grandmaster cannot ignore receiving Dou Changsheng late at night.
I don’t dare to say that I am a future grandmaster, but at least I have the combat power of a grandmaster. Who dares to ignore it?
Dongfang Tai'a paused in his words, then considered it for a moment before continuing his sermon: "Tomorrow is the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the family teacher is going to the palace to lecture the saint."
"I have to take a bath and burn incense. I don't have time to see Mr. Dou."
"If Mr. Dou has enough time, we can wait until after the prince's birthday."
By the time the prince's birthday came, the day lilies were already cold.
Dou Changsheng's heart sank, and he looked at Dongfang Tai'a. He was judging whether Dongfang Tai'a was worthy of trust. The matter of King Wuxiang was too important. Dou Changsheng did not believe in the master at all. Only a saint like Zhuge Wuwo had a close friend.
Only by being consistent with the saints can you dare to believe.
Zhuge Wuwo is the confidant of the saint. They met when they were young and supported each other all the way through the ups and downs for decades.
Dou Changsheng did not believe in others such as Chief Assistant Xu Changqing and General Yang Kaitai.
They can also handle things, but they may intervene to enhance their own interests.
"When the tutor is finished, I will arrange a meeting."
Dongfang Tai'a stood up and said regretfully: "Master really can't spare the time, so other matters involving the saint have to be put aside."
"We can only make Mr. Dou wait a little longer."
"I'll arrange a room right now so that Mr. Dou can have a good rest for a few days."
Dongfang Tai'a said apologetically: "Captain Dou, please rest assured that no matter what happens, it won't be a problem after you arrive at the Shenhou Mansion."
"I will personally protect you these days."
"Keep Mr. Dou safe and sound. Not even a fly can enter the door."
Dou Changsheng was startled and couldn't help but take a step back and said in a deep voice: "You want to put me under house arrest?"