Infinite flow: The non-African's partner is the European emperor

When Xie Fei heard that these people were sent by Prince Qing's Mansion, he subconsciously wanted to look at his own face.

After looking around the room, he finally found the bronze mirror and took a rough look at his current appearance. It was a handsome scholar's face, which was not bad. It was somewhat similar to his original appearance, but not completely unrecognizable.

"May I ask why your master is looking for me?" Xie Fei asked with a bow.

The servant replied, "My master has long heard of your literary talent and strategy, and wants to meet you."

Xie Fei pondered it in his mind. Although he chose a counselor, he had no intention of working for Prince Qing's Mansion.

But after all, he had found his home, so he nodded hesitantly and said, "Let's go that way."

The servant invited him to get on the carriage, and then drove down the mountain straight to the city.

Only then did Xie Fei realize that he lived in the suburbs. After driving along the mountain road, he could see a majestic city. This was the capital of Dayong.

He still didn't know who in Prince Qing's Palace had invited him, but if it was Zhou Jinli, Xie Fei couldn't help but feel a little nervous and excited.

Haokeju is a famous gathering place for scholars and literati in Kyoto.

The carriage stopped at the back door of Haokeju. The servant avoided everyone and took Xie Fei upstairs.

"Your Highness, we have arrived."

"Enter."

When Xie Fei heard the voice, his eyes trembled slightly. He didn't expect that it was really Zhou Jinli.

The servant pushed open the door and invited Xie Fei in. The first person he saw was a young man in a white brocade robe sitting in the room.

He had seen Zhou Jinli in the world of the book, so he recognized him at a glance. His appearance, figure and demeanor were exactly the same as in the book.

"Greetings, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Xie Fei bowed to Zhou Jinli. His attitude was humble, respectful and polite, and no one could find any fault with him.

"Sir, please sit down."

Zhou Jinli waved his sleeves, and Xie Fei sat down opposite him, waiting for him to speak with peace of mind.

"Since you have accepted my invitation, I will not waste your time. I would like to recruit you to become a guest of the Prince Qing's Mansion. Are you willing?"

Xie Fei looked puzzled and surprised, and asked, "With your status, why would you be interested in a nobody like me?"

"I have seen your articles. You have a broad mind and brilliant writing skills. You are the kind of talent that the Qing Palace needs." Zhou Jinli's attitude seemed easy-going, but there was a hint of sharpness in it, and his aura should not be underestimated.

Xie Fei bowed his hands and said, "Your Highness, you think too highly of me."

A cold light flashed in Zhou Jinli's eyes, and his tone became more serious: "Sir, are you going to reject me?"

"Yes." Xie Fei nodded firmly, and seeing his cold expression, he explained: "Your Highness, you and I know each other very well. Prince Qing's Mansion does not need a retainer like me, and I have no intention of interfering in the affairs of the court."

"It seems that sir has a very thorough understanding of the matter." Zhou Jinli snorted coldly.

If it were someone else, they would be frightened to the point of trembling all over, but the person who rejected him was Xie Fei.

The meal ended in a bad mood.

Zhou Jinli left Haokeju with his servants and guards. Xie Fei watched their departing backs from the upstairs window, with a sinister light in his eyes.

He touched his purse, which contained the last bit of savings he had scraped out of the house.

Xie Fei called the servant from Haokeju over, put a few copper coins on the table, and asked in a low voice: "Do you know Xie Zhi... Young Master Xie?"

The servant took the copper coin into his arms with a smile and said respectfully, "Who in this capital city dares not know Young Master Xie? He is the treasure in the palm of His Royal Highness the Prince, the younger brother who has been protected since childhood."

Xie Fei tapped the table lightly with his fingers, placed a few copper coins on the table, and asked the servant for more detailed information.

The last question was about where Xie Zhixing often went.

The servant replied, "Young Master Xie only goes to three places frequently. One is the Kyoto Arena Martial Arts Training Ground, one is the Wenshui Pavilion, and the other is the Wentian Temple ten miles away."

After knowing the information he wanted, Xie Fei left.

The team channel is now available, and Chen Xuan and the others reported their situation.

Perhaps by luck, the roles they were assigned were all useful.

Chen Xuan is the most favored son of a wealthy businessman in the north, Jiang Zhi is the granddaughter of the owner of the assassination building, Jiang Zhe is the boss of an intelligence organization, Ming Xia is the eldest daughter of the largest royal show house in Jiangnan, and Ming Yao is the youngest daughter of the prime minister.

Seeing Mingyao's identity, Xie Fei suddenly thought of something and sent a message in the group.

[Xie Fei: If I remember correctly, Zhou Jinli's Crown Princess seems to be the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's family, right? ]

【Mingyao: Yes.】

【Zhou Xing: It has nothing to do with me.】

Xie Fei looked at these four words and inexplicably tasted a hint of desire to survive.

【Xie Fei: We are now too dispersed. If you have any important information, please post it in the group at any time. Also, be sure to protect yourself.】

[Zhou Xing: I’m on my way to Kyoto. ]

【Xie Fei: Where are you now? 】

【Zhou Xing: Evil Valley.】

Xie Fei was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that the name sounded very familiar.

It took me a while to remember that the Valley of Evil is the most common underworld organization that has appeared in history, and it is full of notorious underworld people.

After communicating with them, Xie Fei asked about the location of the martial arts training ground and the Wen Shui Pavilion. The two directions were exactly opposite. Xie Fei touched his chin and decided to try his luck at the Wen Shui Pavilion first.

Wenshui Pavilion is a small building built on an island in the lake. It is especially lively during the Flower Festival, with crowds of people boating around the lake and releasing lanterns.

When Xie Fei arrived, he found that there were many carriages and horses heading to Wenshui Pavilion, as if there was some kind of party.

He had a hunch that he had made the right decision this time.

Because an invitation is required to enter, Xie Fei chose to sneak in.

He avoided the sight of all the guests and guards, went up to the roof, and sneaked in through the window of the upstairs room.

In this copy, they can use the system's skill cards and weapons, but because this is a historical copy, many high-damage skill cards cannot be used.

He used a [Stealth] spell to enter the house upstairs. The noisy noises were all coming from downstairs. The room he was in should be a resting place for a person of noble status. From the furnishings and exquisite utensils in the room, it can be seen that the person's status is not ordinary.

"Thank you, Mr. Xie. You look good today." A teasing voice came from downstairs.

Xie Fei guessed that the Mr. Xie he was talking about was the Xie Zhixing he was looking for, so he tiptoed downstairs, hid in the corner, and took in the scene downstairs.

There were six people sitting below, including a gentle gentleman, a handsome and reserved scholar, and an informal young man. But the one Xie Fei could recognize at a glance was the one sitting at the top, wearing a scarlet brocade robe with dark flowers and bamboo, with a face like a crown, red lips and white teeth, black hair tied up without a crown, and small round beads of gold and jade hanging in his hair. He looked like a spoiled nobleman.

"Thank you, Star."

When Xie Fei saw this man, his soul seemed to resonate with him.