"Hyah!" Outside the carriage, Xu Keyi solemnly shook the reins and quickly changed the direction the carriage was heading in.
Drunken Moon Pavilion!
In the capital, this restaurant wasn't very famous. At the very least, it couldn't compare to Wang Chong's Grand White Pavilion or the Yao Clan's Vast Crane Pavilion. It could only be considered average. However, Drunken Moon Pavilion, with its simple elegance and elegance, had attracted the attention of many literati in the capital. Even some ministers of the imperial court would occasionally visit this place to drink a few cups of wine, compose poems, and even leave behind their original works.
"Rumble!"
With a deafening rumble, a luxurious carriage of gold and silver stopped in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion.
With a creak, the carriage door opened and Wang Chong walked out with a flick of his sleeve. In front of Drunken Moon Pavilion, a bowed figure was waiting for him.
"Are you sure?"
Wang Chong held his hands behind his back as he looked up at the black and golden signboard of Drunken Moon Pavilion.
"Milord, there's no doubt about it. I'm the one who's going to deal with this personally! There won't be the slightest mistake! "
Eagle respectfully said.
Ever since the men he had sent to follow that mysterious minor official at the city gate had been killed, Eagle had learned his lesson and become much more cautious. The men he sent were all top-notch, and there were even times when he would personally take action. The target this time was extremely important, so Eagle didn't dare to be careless.
"Mm!"
Wang Chong nodded and quickly looked away.
There was an endless stream of carriages in front of Drunken Moon Pavilion. All kinds of carriages and carriages were parked here, the favorite vehicles of scholars and scholars.
— — From the looks of it, this was a typical Confucian gathering and banquet.
With a wave of his sleeve, Wang Chong immediately began to make his way inside.
"Milord, milord, ah, I'm truly sorry, but this store is already full. Young Master, please return! "
Before Wang Chong could walk in, a servant hurriedly came to greet Wang Chong. He bowed and nodded, wanting to stop Wang Chong from entering. However, with a whoosh, Wang Chong had already brushed past his shoulder, crossed the door, and entered the Drunken Moon Inn.
The servant was stunned. However, just as he tried to stop him again and chase after him —
"Pa!"
Behind him, two bags of silver were tossed out. One bag landed on the counter and the other on the waiter's hand. At the same time, there was a flash of light. The Eagle's burly body was already in front of the waiter.
"My lord is handling some matters. He won't take up your place, nor will he disturb your business. Get out of the way!"
The Eagle said as he flashed the Dragon Token in his hand.
"King … King of Foreign Lands!"
Although the Eagle had retracted it quickly, the manservant had sharp eyes and recognized it at a glance. A trace of awe flashed across his face and he quickly retreated to the side.
… …
Wang Chong paid no attention to what was going on behind him. Leaving everything to the Eagle, Wang Chong began to ascend the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor.
Bang!
As Wang Chong's foot reached the second floor, he felt a strange sensation. Wang Chong looked up and saw that the second floor was packed with distinguished guests. Countless grand Confucians had gathered here. These great scholars, grand scholars, and young scholars, all of them were virtuous and knowledgeable. They didn't do anything, they just knelt there, not moving at all, but they gave off a strong scholarly aura of the Dao of Literature.
They were clearly famous figures of the Confucian school.
But strangely, on the eighth day of the fourth month, Buddha's birthday, the entire capital was abuzz with activity. Countless scholars would gather in this sort of restaurant, creating a lively atmosphere. But when Wang Chong ascended to the second floor of Drunken Moon Pavilion, he heard no noise. Not only that, in contrast to the joyous and auspicious atmosphere of the outside world, the atmosphere in Drunken Moon Pavilion was solemn and solemn.
All these Confucians were sitting upright and still, their gazes fixed in the same direction. Even when Wang Chong appeared, they did not move at all, as if they hadn't seen Wang Chong at all.
"Mm?"
Wang Chong's brow rose, an indescribable feeling in his heart. It was like he had intruded on some sacred ceremony. Ding! At this moment, a metallic clatter resounded in his mind. Wang Chong turned his head in the direction of this metallic clatter, as well as the gazes of all the other Confucians. In the center of the second floor, Wang Chong saw a square that had been intentionally left empty.
In this empty space was a young man dressed in a black robe, his sleeves flapping in the wind as he danced in the air. His sword dance varied in speed and speed, relaxed but not lacking in strength, free and dignified. His sword intent was imbued with some sort of divine and dignified aura, seemingly imbued with hope and entrustment!
Wang Chong had been in the capital for ten-some years now, so he had seen and heard of all sorts of things. But he had never seen this sort of sword dance before.
"What a high cultivation!"
This person had his back to Wang Chong as he danced with his sword, but Wang Chong could clearly see that ninety percent of the time, this person was floating in the air, the tips of his toes only a hair's breadth above the ground. Although it was only a hair's breadth, achieving this was no easy task. Not even an Imperial Martial expert or an ordinary Saint Martial expert would be able to do it.
One could say that the slightest difference was the difference of a thousand li!
Swish!
As Wang Chong looked over, the man finally turned around. At this moment, Wang Chong could clearly see that this person was wearing a white mask. This mask had no eyebrows or beard, not even a mouth. All that was left were two holes where the eyes should have been, and beneath these holes was a pair of sharp eyes.
When Wang Chong appeared on the stairs of the second floor, a hint of surprise flitted through that man's eyes, but it only took a moment for the man to return to normal and continue his dance.
"Interesting."
Wang Chong could clearly see the ripple in that man's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment before Wang Chong turned his head in another direction. As his eyes scanned the hall on the second floor, Wang Chong's gaze quickly fell on a white-clothed young man of twenty-six or twenty-seven years of age, who exuded a scholarly aura.
His aura was completely different from the others. This handsome young man sat there motionlessly, but he naturally exuded the aura of a leader. Among the group of great Confucians, he stood out like a crane among a flock of chickens.
When Wang Chong saw him, the white-clothed Confucian also noticed Wang Chong. Wang Chong grinned, walked through the hall, and sat down across from the white-clothed Confucian.
"We finally meet!"
Wang Chong suddenly said as he carefully examined the handsome white-robed Confucian across from him.
If he didn't know, no one would have guessed that this white-clothed Confucian who didn't seem to know any martial arts was the mastermind who had been hiding in the shadows and controlling everything. He had been able to use the Grand Preceptor, King Qi, Li Linfu, and the First Prince, and had even transferred Wang Chong back from Khorasan and stripped him of his military authority.
"As expected of the King of Foreign Lands. You were able to recognize me so quickly."
The white-clothed Confucian faintly smiled as he looked at Wang Chong, his expression calm and unperturbed.
"Heh, so should I call you Li Junshan or Li Junxian?"
His gaze moved away from the white-robed Confucian and fell on the other scholar with a feather fan and silk scarf, and then he withdrew his gaze.
The scholar sitting next to him was none other than the 'Li Junshan' that Wang Chong had met behind the wooden door of the City Guard.
"Haha, the King of Foreign Lands truly has a keen eye. I knew that you would come looking for me. May I ask, just where did I reveal my weakness? "
The white-clothed Confucian indifferently said. As he spoke, he took a cup of wine from the table and took a sip.
"You're too impatient and too greedy. You shouldn't have interfered in Zhang Shougui's affairs."
Wang Chong indifferently said.
Although none of the thirty Confucians that Wang Chong had been looking for when he had borrowed the strength of the City Guard, Wang Chong had not come away empty-handed. At the very least, he could confirm that the person he was looking for was definitely among those Confucian scholars. Unfortunately, such a large-scale operation by the City Defense Division inevitably alarmed the other party. As a result, the other party had used certain methods, such as substituting a leopard cat for a crown prince, to conceal his identity.
In normal circumstances, if the other party had not made any new moves, Wang Chong would have needed a very long time to find them. But just as Wang Chong had said, the other party had been too impatient and too greedy.
Wang Chong was eighty percent confident that the Confucians would use this opportunity to deal with Zhang Shougui. Thus, Wang Chong had arranged for the Eagle to plant spies among King Qi, the Grand Preceptor, Li Linfu, and even the First Prince. Wang Chong had borrowed the strength of Li Heng and Li Jingzhong to place spies in the palace.
In Wang Chong's plan, there was an extremely high chance that the other party would act, and once they did, Wang Chong was completely confident that he could capture them, as Zhang Shougui's status was simply too high. And in order to deal with the second authoritative figure of the Tang dynasty, the other party could not just send a few small fries. They would have to personally appear.
Leaders of the Tang dynasty like the Grand Preceptor and King Qi, especially the proud and conceited King Qi, would never receive an audience with an ordinary person of lower status.
In order to deal with the Confucians and find the mastermind, this was the best opportunity. But Wang Chong was not completely confident. As long as the other party did not take the bait, Wang Chong's plans would be meaningless. Alas, the other party was still unable to keep his cool!
"As expected! So from the moment I impeached Zhang Shougui, I was already exposed, right? "
The white-robed Confucian had a calm and emotionless expression as if he had already expected this.
"Here!"
At this moment, a voice came from next to his ear. Wang Chong turned his head and saw a young scholar walking over with a tray.
Bending down, the young scholar first placed a cup and chopsticks on the table for Wang Chong, then picked up the wine pot and poured a full cup for Wang Chong. After that, he took a black hairband from the wooden tray and placed it at the side.
Wang Chong slightly frowned at the sight of this hairband.
"This is …?"
But the young scholar did not explain. After placing everything down, he quickly turned and left.
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