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Su Chan's compromise has almost become commonplace.

In the beginning, his rationality would drag him, but later he took the initiative to retreat to the second line, and now he has learned to push the waves, and when Su Chan regained his composure, he had already put the dumpling in Xie Changlin's mouth.

"It's really delicious." Xie Changlin got his wish. He seldom ate anything before, so the dumplings he put in his mouth didn't have any ancestors for comparison. The "delicious" may not be a compliment to the taste to some extent.

Su Chan's thin-skinned ears instantly turned red again.

Two big bowls of dumplings just like this, you take one bite and I take another bite. Su Chan even asked the proprietress for a spoon, and drank the soup together. He looks like a weak man, and the strength of his stomach should not be underestimated. In the end, the proprietress ran out of business, so she just moved a stool and watched him share his food, occasionally chatting a few gossips.

"It's a blessing to be able to eat," the landlady's rough face showed no sorrow, she put the copper coins into her cloth pocket with a smile, and said, "Seeing that you are decent, you think you can't get used to us. Plant something in a small place."

Although Su Chan is very picky about his mouth, he usually picks out the taste, not the high streets and alleys and temples.What's more, the food cooked by the imperial chef is only for a few people. Those people are kept in the inner garden of the deep palace every day. Where can they eat any good food? The ones that have not closed for two or three years are usually the gold that has been panned out by big waves.

"Miss Boss, can I ask you something?" Su Chan wiped his mouth, the moonlight was like washing tonight, and he was covered in a pure white Taoist robe, his whole body seemed to be slightly glowing.

The proprietress was startled, her withered face was slightly red, she pursed her lips and smiled, "Young Master, ask." Her man was beside her, she just woke up from a doze, followed the voice and glanced at Su Chan, the boss is not happy. He let out a happy "humph", passed the proprietress's face with a rag full of oil, and said with a mouthful, "Look at me."

The proprietress gave her husband a sidelong glance, and stared him into the back room.

"You do business here, do you always pay attention to the people across the door?" Su Chan asked.

"That one?" The proprietress pointed to Pei Shangshu's mansion... Her storefront is small, and even the door at the back is crowded with three people, but even if Pei Shangshu is a stubborn old man who has remained unchanged for decades, this mansion When I first got it, it was a large courtyard with several entrances and exits, including pavilions and waterside pavilions, covering almost half a street. You can only see the main entrance when you turn a corner, but you can see the courtyard wall without turning a turn.

"Don't dare to look blindly," said the proprietress, "that's a high official."

Su Chan didn't make it difficult for her either—he was careful to ask for some life. After today, there will be countless days and nights, just trying to be safe, so sometimes he has to close his eyes and ears. Who doesn't like safety in this world?

"Okay, thank you Madam Boss." Su Chan tugged on Xie Changlin's sleeve, signaling that it's time for him to pay.

Xie Changlin took out a purse from his sleeve, which was left by Luo Ming. Based on his understanding of Su Chan, I am afraid that this precarious "friendship" was all mediated by money. If Xie Changlin did not have this money-filled thing on him, I'm afraid it won't last long.

Most of the things in the purse were treasures. According to Su Chan, two bowls of dumplings don't cost much. Xie Changlin weighed them up, took out two gold beads and tossed them on the table.

"..." The proprietress and Su Chan's heart trembled at the same time, the former was so frightened that he almost called out to the gods, while the latter wanted to be a robber directly, aiming at the unfathomable purse.

"Devil Lord..." Su Chan's honorific title couldn't help popping up, "Have you never been poor?"

After leaving the dumpling shop, the two of them secretly lay on the wall of Pei Changyuan's tall courtyard to blow the cold wind, preparing to lie in wait for a while, if they couldn't find anything unusual, they might as well pay a visit at home, and then stay in under false pretense and observe closely There is always a clue.

After Su Chan asked this sentence, he took out from his sleeve the visor incense that he had folded during the day, there were three sticks in total, and he burned them one after another, probably burning them for two or three days.

He borrowed some fire from Xie Changlin. After all, he is a monster, so this spell is not a problem... In the blink of an eye, it was like entering a coiled silk hole, and the mansion was tied up in disarray by the spider silk with its fangs and claws, and the lights that came out were like clusters of lights. With red eyes, he stared at everyone.

"Luo Ming gathers money, I have never been poor..." Xie Changlin answered Su Chan's question persistently, and then said, "The resentment here is not as deep as that in the palace."

It's purely because the gossip net carried by Pei Changyuan has slowly grown into what it is now. According to the time, it is almost exactly when the ceremony happened more than two months ago.

"But among the civil and military officials, Pei Shangshu's complexion is the worst. I guess even if this monster casts a wide net, he will definitely have the knife on Pei Shangshu first." Su Chan added in a low voice.

His current image is indeed not very recognizable to people. Zhou Zhengping's peaceful brows are full of thieves, and his white satin is wrinkled and dirty by the wall dust, but he seems to be used to climbing walls, and his hands and feet are very neat. In the Qingyuan Temple, the five bodies are lazy and inactive.

Xie Changlin's connivance with him also reached the level of being shameless and impetuous. He had never been so sneaky after Su Chan said, "You come up too", and then followed Su Chan and rode on the shoulder of the wall without principle.

"Look over there." Su Chan pointed to a place on the opposite corner that was closer to the palace. The entire spider web was shaped like an oval funnel, opening at the main entrance, with the tip of its tail dragging extremely far, all the way into the palace, entangled with the overwhelming situation there. Qing, "From this point of view, the lair of that thing is probably in the palace."

Such a dangerous thing has been sleeping beside the emperor's pillow for countless years, and once it wakes up, although it is not a good omen, but with Su Chan standing in front of it, the thousands of waves can only be ignored.

"dong dong dong"

Su Chan's distracted attention was drawn back by these knocks on the door, and someone interfered with what he had already planned - Zhuo Yuemen actually visited the door first.

I don't know what and how much this person has checked in the Tianjian Bureau, but his face seems very dignified, and his smiling face is too deliberate, but it is like a hanging decoration, as if it will collapse in the next moment , oozing the solemnity hidden underneath.

Even if the boy who came to open the door has no eyesight, he should recognize the official uniform on Zhuo Yuemen's body - the Jiantian Department and the National Teacher are different from other civil and military officials, so the design of the official uniform is quite unique, moon white , slightly turning blue, with fiery red phoenix tail feathers embroidered on the robe.

Since Da Chu used the phoenix as a totem, no one under the emperor dared to use it. At the beginning, Zhao Sili had to rack his brains to brush it aside. Except for Zhuo Yuemen, the rest of the Jiantian Department also had a white background. , but chose the crane feather as the pattern, so the official robe of the Great Chu State Teacher is the only one in the world, almost reaching the point of recognizing the clothes but not the person.

"Wait a moment, I'll go in and make an announcement."

The servant didn't dare to keep the distinguished guest waiting for a long time, he almost trotted towards the house, and he said first, "Master, Master..."

Being old and unable to fall asleep, Pei Changyuan almost turned on the lamp every night until dawn, so he was not in bed at this time, when he heard the sound, the lamp in the study flickered, and it was Mrs. Pei who opened the door.

"Shh, what's the matter? The master is upset, tell me outside."

Mrs. Pei is at least ten years younger than Pei Changyuan, and she is in her mid-mature age. Even the wrinkles are gentle and considerate, and the green hills and mist are as refreshing.

The boy often did some errand work, so he stood still without panting or sloppy, bowed his head respectfully and said, "A young man came to the door, maybe he is the national teacher."

"What is the national teacher doing at the mansion right now?" Mrs. Pei was a little surprised, but she didn't show many traces, she nodded and said, "Let people sit down in the hall first, and prepare some snacks and tea... Do I teach?"

"Yes, ma'am." The servant led the order and went down.

It only took half a cup of tea to go back and forth, and the boy looked at the two people who suddenly appeared at the door, and was a little puzzled.

Su Chan's shapeless clothes were dusted off, although there were still some shabby oil spots and dust, but it was harmless. The dust whisk he hid in his sleeves waved away, making a ball like snow, and the boy couldn't help but follow along with his eyes. Road arc.

"We are friends of the national teacher. We came here together. Our footsteps were a little slower and we just caught up."

Zhuo Yuemen raised her hands and watched him lie quietly, but did not refute.

The servant was dexterous, he paid attention to Zhuo Yuemen's face, and knew in his heart that even if these two were not "friends", they should be acquainted. There are not many people in the world who can be acquainted with the national teacher, so they They also treated them as honored guests and welcomed them into the mansion together.

"Everyone, please sit down," said Pei Changyuan, who is worthy of being the Minister of Rites. He knew at a glance that the family education was very strict. The servant bowed in front and led the way. The snacks and hot tea in the middle hall have been prepared. Mrs. Pei is in charge, seeing the distinguished guests Linmen said again with a genuine smile, "Master will come right away after changing his clothes."

"It was us who came to the door rashly late at night, please trouble Madam." Su Chan was the first to say politely.

Zhuo Yuemen has always done his own way, hypocrisy has no basis, but once these polite words come into his mouth, they all change their taste. As for Xie Changlin——except for Su Chan, everyone else is just a chirping parrot in his eyes, too lazy to say anything. take care of.

"You are?" Mrs. Pei looked at Su Chan. He looked like a Taoist priest, but he also looked like a gentle scholar. His demeanor and clothes were quite different from those of the Jiantian Department. ?”

She is a boudoir woman, and Su Chan doesn't come and go often, and she doesn't even have anything to represent her identity, so it's no wonder that she has this doubt.

"I am confessing to Su."

Looking at the smiling young man in front of her, Mrs. Pei only had one thought in her mind, "A disaster star is coming... I'm afraid there will be a catastrophe."