However, there was only one reason why customers only dared to take liberties with their mouths and did not dare to lay their hands on them. There was only one reason why Green Bamboo Restaurant's business was booming. It was because the eldest grandson of the Han family, who had been promoted to the position of Commandant of South Lu Guan by the imperial court, was Xu's sworn brother!
The waiter had a bright smile on his face, but he was full of suspicions as he ran downstairs. He respectfully invited Hsu Fengnian and the others to take a seat upstairs. Hsu Fengnian took out a piece of silver and tossed it to the waiter. The waiter's smile became even brighter as he shouted, "Thank you, young master, for your reward." The waiter was not surprised that the four of them went upstairs, but it was strange that they went directly to a private room on the third floor. There were so many rich guests in Da Zhan who came here with ulterior motives, but none of them had such an honor. The waiter led the four of them to the door of the room on the third floor and stopped. Hsu Fengnian pushed the door open and entered. Mi Fengjie stood at the door while Fan Xiaochai followed Hsu Fengnian over the threshold. Fan Xiaochai glanced at the woman who stood motionless with a face full of surprise. She was indeed somewhat enchanting, especially the view on her chest, which could make ordinary men want to run over and hold it with both hands to reduce the burden. However, that was all there was to it. Fan Xiaochai's beauty was above the woman's, and her style was the complete opposite. Generally speaking, each of them had their own merits, so they minded their own business.
After Hsu Fengnian calmly sat down, he smiled and said, "Qing Zhu 'niang, why are you standing there like a fool? Pour the wine. Even if you want to go back to your old business of selling human meat buns, you still have to get the customers drunk first, right?"
The woman who was called Qing Zhu 'niang by Hsu Fengnian, who was wearing Zhang Shenggen's mask, covered her mouth. It was unknown whether she was crying or laughing.
She was none other than Qing Zhuniang, whom Hsu Fengnian had met in Beimang's Ju Zi Zhou. She was the owner of an unscrupulous inn that sold black wine. Had it not been for that night at the foot of the mountain, when she had unintentionally revealed her true feelings in a drunken stupor, Hsu Fengnian would not have gotten involved with the Zhongyi Stronghold's Head Han Fang, nor would he have killed his way to the Shen's thatched hut on Mount Liuyi's Changle Peak. Then, under the oppression of the Shen Clan's thatched hut, the eldest grandson of the Han Clan might not even be able to be the King of a Mountain, and could only switch mountains with Zhang Julu and start anew. Then, in Ji Province, there wouldn't be the eldest grandson of the Han Clan who walked right into the trap and waited to be executed. There wouldn't be the change of day after day, where Han Fang suddenly turned from a prisoner to a first-rate martyr in the Liyang Dynasty, and became the last straw that crushed Grand Secretary Zhang Julu to death. It could be said that in these two years, the Whisk Room's men of sacrifice and spies that had been hiding in Ji Province were all revolving around a single person, carrying out a secretive and cautious complex operation. This lucky person was precisely Han Fang, who had led 21 riders back to Ji Province! Even though the Whisk Room had spent a great deal of effort, manpower, and resources, Han Fang was able to successfully distinguish herself from the others time and time again probably because of the protection of more than ten generations of the Han Clan's heroic ancestors. Even Xu Weixiong and Chu Lushan, who were far away in Beiliang, who were in charge of Ji Province's spy affairs, clicked their tongues in amazement.
This chess piece was personally planted by Hsu Fengnian. It was still far from blossoming and bearing fruit. However, for Beiliang, who was now in an even worse situation, with and without Han Fang in Ji Province, there was definitely a world of difference.
Hsu Fengnian's trip to Dazhan City in Ji Province this time was not to meet Han Fang, but to meet Zhang Xiucheng, who claimed to be an outer disciple of the Tao Te Sect. At that time, Zhongyi Stockade had fallen and scattered. Only this person had firmly placed his bet on Han Fang and regarded her as a "Dao Enlightened Immortal" who could help him rise to the top. Reality proved that this Beimang Daoist, who was born as a scholar in the Southern Dynasty, had not only made the right bet, but also made a lot of money. Now, he had the official position of Liyang official and was assisting Lieutenant Han Fang in Nanlu Pass. Of course, Hsu Fengnian would not recklessly meet Han Fang directly, even though the Liyang Zhao Gou, who had been severely injured, was no longer as strong as before in Ji Province. The old military chief Yang Shenxing had left, and the new noble Yuan Tingshan had arrived, causing the Zhao Gou in Ji Province to be severely reduced. Han Fang's luck was good, but Hsu Fengnian did not have much confidence in his own luck.
After Qing Zhu 'niang sat down, she poured a cup of aged Huadiao wine for Hsu Fengnian. The wine's aroma quickly filled the air. After the excitement, she was obviously a little uneasy. She asked softly, "Xu Lang, why did you come to Dazhan City?"
Qing Zhu 'niang did not know about Han Fang's identity as the orphan of the Han family until he was imprisoned. As for Hsu Fengnian's identity, even Han Fang was only told by an old spy from the Fu Shui House after he had settled down in Ji Province. Of course, Han Fang would not say a word about this kind of secret to Qing Zhu' niang, who had no relatives or friends. This time, Hsu Fengnian came to Dazhan City to meet Zhang Xiucheng, who also did not dare to reveal anything. Han Fang's situation was turned upside down, and Qing Zhu 'niang naturally rose along with it. She opened this restaurant in Dazhan City, where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. She, who lived at the foot of Jiuyi Mountain, was so miserable that she did not even use her name. Perhaps even the lowest level Beimang spies in Ju Province had not heard of her, not to mention Zhao Gou in Ji Province. To this day, Qing Zhuniang only regarded him as the son of a rich family from Longyao Province or Gusai Province. As for Xu Lang's skills, she was not clear from the beginning to the end. That night in Zhongyi Village and the Shen family's thatched cottage, she was dead drunk on the table outside the hotel. Later, the Taoist priest Zhang Xiucheng casually mentioned a few words. He only said that Young Master Xu's martial arts skills were rarely seen in his life. Even if he was not at the first level, he was not far away. But what she really wanted to know, Zhang Xiucheng did not say. What she really wanted to hear, Zhang Xiucheng did not say either.
She did not even know if she would be able to see him again in this lifetime.
Today, when she finally saw him, she actually wanted him to leave Dazhan City as soon as possible. After all, this was an important military base in Li Yang. You are a young master from the southern Beimang dynasty. Aren't you afraid of losing your head?
Hsu Fengnian joked, "What? Can't I come? Afraid of freeloading?"
Qing Zhu 'niang did not say anything. She subconsciously reached out to touch the hair on her temples, afraid that he would find fault with her. Although she did not look at the weak woman for a long time, the quick exchange of glances was enough to make her feel ashamed of her own inferiority. What a handsome young lady. Her temperament was excellent. At first glance, she could tell that she was a virtuous young lady from a scholarly family. The key point was that the woman was younger than her!
She suddenly seemed to wake up and said in a low voice, "Zhenren Zhang actually stayed in the restaurant yesterday. He eats, drinks, and sleeps in the innermost room near the window. He saw you earlier than me and said that he would be here in a while. He had to wait until there were no customers coming in and out. He asked me to pass on a message to you, saying that he hoped that you would be magnanimous enough to forgive him."
Hsu Fengnian grunted in acknowledgment.
When they arrived at the Green Bamboo Restaurant in Dazhan City and were about to meet Zhang Xiucheng, who was now using the pseudonym of Zhang Fuling, Hsu Fengnian could not help but think of another hidden spy. It was not in Ji Province, but outside Tuma Pass, right outside the mouth of the gourd!
The reason why he said he was going to meet Yu Luandao and Wei Jingtang in Horizontal Water City of Ji Province was that he wanted to recruit these two spies that he had been operating for several years. Compared to Han Fang in Ji Province, the other spy named Song Diao 'er could play a role earlier. At that time, when Hsu Fengnian followed the Fish-dragon Gang led by Liu Nerong to escort them out of Ji Province, Song Diao 'er was one of the few forces of horse bandits hired by the deputy chief Xiao Qiang. Hsu Fengnian took a fancy to Song Diao' er's resolute and ruthless character, and asked Song Diao 'er to ask Hsu Fengnian for money and food. Song Diao' er did as Hsu Fengnian had expected. If not for his mediocre martial arts and pitiful background, he actually did not lack anything. If he were in Jiangnan of Liyang Central Plains, it would not be difficult for him to pass the Jinshi exam or become a famous scholar. Therefore, with the support of Captain Guo Yi who had real power, Song Diao 'er soon became one of the top leaders of horse bandits at the border of Youzhou. On the surface, he had more than a thousand strong men under his command. Although this number was not big when compared to the armies of other regions, it might not even be comparable to a paid Captain. However, Song Diao' er was able to roam freely outside Ji Province with only thirty-six horse bandits. The one thousand horse bandits under his command, who had not been equipped with excellent equipment, were probably equal to the three thousand cavalrymen of Ji Province.
If it was said that Northern Mang already had an idea of Yu Luandao's ten thousand cavalrymen and had prepared a backup plan, then Song Diao 'er's one thousand mounted bandits who came and went like the wind, as well as the' Song Clan Bandits' who could suddenly grow stronger, they could stab Northern Mang's eastern army at any time and any place. As for whether they would stab Northern Mang's waist or shoulder, Xu Fengnian would personally make the arrangements this time. In addition, when Beimang's cobwebs and Jianghu forces infiltrated Youzhou, Hsu Fengnian also took the opportunity to quietly disperse many of his men outside the Great Wall. Just as Immortal Cui Wazi of Dao De Sect thought, half of the Tide-listening Pavilion's eagles and hounds were hidden in the Calabash Fort as a smokescreen. They had already joined forces with Song Diao 'er's Horse Gang.
That day in the Stele Forest behind Mount Qing Liang, Hsu Fengnian did not refute Mi Qiang, who pointed at his nose and scolded him. He only said that he did not do a good job.
Perhaps he, the King of Beiliang, did not do a good job, but Hsu Fengnian must have done more than the outside world imagined.
Hsu Fengnian took a sip of the Huadiao tea that Qing Zhuniang had just warmed. His smiling face suddenly fell into silence.
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