Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

"Return to Pavilion Master, when the old Pavilion Master was here more than ten years ago, our people had sneaked into the palace and waited for orders." Meng Jiuqian, who was standing outside the bead curtain, bowed his head and reported to the people inside the curtain word by word. , "So even though it is extremely difficult to get the news of the pavilion master, the news has already arrived not long after the pavilion master entered Beijing."

The person wearing a silver mask that almost covered his entire face heard the words, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Since that's the case, present it."

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Hearing this, Meng Jiuqian immediately turned around and moved away from the suitcase in the corner outside the curtain, took out a long box from the hidden compartment, opened the box with the key in his pocket, and took out a roll of The painting scroll respectfully put his hand through the bead curtain, and offered the painting to the person who had walked not far in front of him at some point.

The person standing inside the curtain glanced slightly after speaking, his expression was covered by a silver mask, but a hint of interest could still be seen from those black jade-like eyes: "...the woman in the yellow dress in this painting , is the emperor's sweetheart?"

Meng Jiuqian replied in a low voice: "Reporting to the Pavilion Master, more precisely, it is the sweetheart that the emperor has never obtained."

"Oh?" The masked man turned around, looked at the painting carefully, and said with a smile, "Then I'm a little curious, how did you know, Uncle Meng?"

Meng Jiuqian hesitated for a moment, then said hesitantly, "Master, this..."

The person wearing the silver mask sensed his hesitation, and tapped the painting with his white fingers, with a smile in his voice, but his eyes didn't fluctuate at all: "Uncle Meng, you react like this, could it be the emperor's sweetheart?" , what does it have to do with this pavilion?"

Meng Jiuqian immediately hesitated when he heard the words, hesitating for a while but still unable to speak.

More than 20 years ago, Hanjiang Pavilion opened in the capital, and the first pavilion owner behind it was the late Xiaoyao Wang Jiangying. With the help and promotion of Jiang Ying, the intelligence network of Hanjiang Pavilion was densely packed, like a spider's web covering almost In the whole Dataki, even in the imperial palace, there are spies from the Hanjiang Pavilion. After Xiaoyao Wang Jiangying passed away, the current new pavilion owner is Jiang Luoyu, the son of Xiaoyao Wang who took over as the pavilion owner with a token a year ago.

The identity of the owner of the pavilion has always been a secret for Hanjiang Pavilion. He is the only one in Hanjiang Pavilion who knows who the person in front of him is. Therefore, after receiving the news, Meng Jiuqian was shocked and asked the person who delivered the news to confirm again. True or false, the result of the re-investigation has not yet appeared, but the pavilion master in front of him asked about it... What should I do?

"This...Pavilion Master, what this subordinate said at this time is just the speculation of the person who delivered the news, the news is too... 1te cannot be taken seriously

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"If you don't tell me, how can I know whether I should take it seriously?" Jiang Luoyu's face hidden under the mask was calm, and her voice was also calm, "Speak."

A moment later, after Meng Jiuqian finished explaining the reason, he stood there with an anxious expression and did not speak. He only left the room and turned around and walked to the Luohan couch to sit down. Jiang Luoyu, who was in the shadow of the flame, spoke lightly.

"I have never heard of this matter, and you have never said it either. In the future, Hanjiang Pavilion will not need to investigate this matter any more."