Nangong Ding had many masters, four of whom taught him martial arts, one who taught him chess, and another who taught calligraphy and painting. For a moment, Xiao Wuji didn't even realize what he was talking about was the Qing Yi Si Qian Xinwan.

The "white tiger" that is hard to catch!

After all, Nangong Ding was in front of them and never showed any fear of the "White Tiger"!

"By the way, didn't that boy Bai Feili promise last time that he would continue to deal with the prince?" Xiao Wuji asked.

Thinking of this, Nangong Ding smiled slightly and seemed to enjoy the conversation with him.

"I like this kind of challenge. I want to see what other moves he will make." Nangong Ding is also conceited. Although he attaches great importance to the "free gift", in his heart, no one can do it except that person.

How will he be.

Zhang's house in the northwest of the imperial city.

In the pavilion, Zhang Donglai was chatting and laughing with several business partners. This was also his daily routine, in order to expand his influence and be fully prepared for the "Suzaku" action.

At this time, a person looked nervous and hurriedly came forward. He was the housekeeper of Zhang House.

"Master, something's wrong."

"What's the matter?" Zhang Donglai stopped talking and laughing and asked casually.

The housekeeper looked embarrassed and glanced at everyone present. Zhang Donglai immediately understood and stood up and apologized.

"You guys are chatting, I'll come as soon as I go."

After leaving his seat, Zhang Donglai came to the butler's side and asked, "What's going on?"

"Someone is coming from Prince Qi's Mansion." The butler said in a low voice.

"What? Prince Qi's Mansion?" Zhang Donglai was shocked.

Could it be that he was exposed?

But then I thought about it, if it was really exposed, it should be someone from the Qingyi Department, how could it be someone from Prince Qi's Mansion?

Stay calm and don't get distracted.

"Where is the person?" Zhang Donglai asked.

"I took him into the study and waited."

"Study? Why don't you take him to the living room to wait?" Zhang Donglai blamed him.

The butler replied with a sad face: "He said there is something urgent and cannot be known to outsiders. It is inconvenient to be in the living room, so I can only take him to the study."

"How many people?" Zhang Donglai continued to ask.

"Only one!"

One, that means they are not here to arrest anyone. Zhang Donglai felt relieved, then pointed to the pavilion and said to the housekeeper: "Go and greet them, I'll come back as soon as I go."

In the study room, there was a person wearing coarse clothes. Although he was dressed like an ordinary person, his eyes that always emitted sharp light showed that this person was not low in cultivation.

He is the instructor of Prince Qi's Mansion, his name is Situ Yang. This time he was ordered to search for the old beggar's body.

"Zhiwai"

The door was opened gently, and Zhang Donglai walked in quietly, fearing to disturb other people.

"My lord, who are you?"

Already holding a delicate tea cup in his hand, Situ Yang said coldly without raising his eyes: "There is no need to know my name. I am here today to ask you one thing."

"Sir, please speak." Zhang Donglai stood aside and saluted, not daring to sit down.

"Ten days ago, that is, the ninth day of this month, have you ever been to Zuihonglou?" Situ Yang asked directly.

Frowning in deep thought, Zhang Donglai walked a few steps back and forth in the room before speaking: "I have been to Zuihong Mansion recently, but I don't remember the specific day?"

He told the truth.

"Have you seen this man?" Situ Yang didn't waste any words. Since the other party admitted that he had been to Zuihong Mansion, the information must be correct. He directly took out the portrait of the old beggar.

Moving closer, Zhang Donglai looked at the portrait carefully, scratched his head and replied: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it."

"Let me remind you, that day a beggar accidentally soiled Qian Shaocheng's clothes. Qian Shaocheng became sexually active after drinking and beat him up. Do you still remember this?"

Situ Yang believed that since Zhang Donglai had been to Zuihong Mansion, he must know Qian Shaocheng. After all, he had such a bad reputation that even the rich and powerful in Jinglin had to give way to him, so he did not waste much time introducing Qian Shaocheng.

"Yes, I happened to be drinking with friends in the lobby that day, and that's what happened." Zhang Donglai patted his head and continued: "At that time, I heard the noise outside, so I went out to take a look."

Sure enough, Zhang Donglai recognized Qian Shaocheng.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes!" He suddenly shouted: "The painting in your hands is that of the old beggar." Zhang Donglai finally remembered.

Rolling up the portrait and putting it in his arms, Situ Yang nodded and said: "Very good, just remember it. Now I ask you, did Qian Shaocheng kill the beggar on the spot?"

Hearing this, Zhang Donglai was stunned and fell into deep thought again. Then he said, "It shouldn't be. Why, is the beggar dead?"

Without answering his words, Situ Yang continued to ask: "Why are you so sure that the beggar was not beaten to death on the spot?"

"Because after I saw Qian Shaocheng leaving, the beggar was still limping away from Zuihonglou. I saw that he was pitiful, so I stepped forward and gave him a silver coin, hoping that he could heal his injuries."

After saying this, Zhang Donglai sighed, feeling a little sad.

"Then do you know where the old beggar went in the end?"

This is the key to the problem. As long as you know where the old beggar died, there may be witnesses nearby who saw who removed the body.

Shaking his head, Zhang Donglai said: "After the old beggar thanked me, he walked to Nanhua Street. I went back to Zuihonglou to drink. I don't know where he went."

Situ Yang didn't speak anymore, as if he was digesting the information given by the other party. After a moment, he stood up, took the teacup in his hand, squeezed it hard, and a burst of energy came out of his hand, and then the cup in his hand immediately turned into powder and flew into the air.

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"If you reveal even half of what happened today, Zhang House will cease to exist just like this cup."

Zhang Donglai quickly bowed his head and saluted, and said repeatedly: "The villain will never dare to reveal a word."

Situ Yang waved his hand and left the study, while Zhang Donglai walked out of the door.

After watching him disappear from his sight, Zhang Donglai immediately found Zhang Cuiyu and told what happened.

"People from King Qi?" Zhang Cuiyu was confused.

"Exactly, what do they want to do after looking for the old beggar's body?" Zhang Donglai was puzzled.

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Cuiyu said: "I know, Qian Shaocheng is the son of Qian Liangye, and Qian Liangye is from Nangong Ding. Since the old beggar was beaten to death by Qian Shaocheng, King Qi must be looking for that

The corpse is intended to harm Qian Liangye and weaken Nangong Ding's strength."

After what she said, Zhang Donglai suddenly realized: "Yes, it must be so."

"You spread the news immediately and let the people in the Qingyi Division know." Zhang Cuiyu immediately ordered.

Upon hearing this order, Zhang Donglai was stunned for a moment, and then understood Zhang Cuiyu's intentions.

When two kings fight, no matter what the outcome is, it will be good for them.

"Yes, I'll make arrangements right away." Zhang Donglai looked excited.
Chapter completed!