Zou Fang was wearing a blue robe, holding a white jade whisk, standing motionless at the entrance of the study.

In the study room, Chu Zhiyuan sat lazily behind Xuan's desk, looked at Feng Xi who was bowing slightly, and saw the bitter smile on his face.

You will know something is wrong without asking.

"Didn't chase after me?"

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and asked slowly.

"I'm not capable of helping me, so I let them escape."

"Those two guys are so powerful?"

The innate and the master have a realm gap and are in a state of resistance, but they can escape, which shows how powerful these two people are.

"The disguise technique is superb. It changes its appearance while entering the crowd, and its breath changes at the same time, and it disappears in an instant."

Chu Zhiyuan took another sip of tea and thoughtful.

This is a special magical technique.

In a world where martial arts is so prosperous, an anti-tracking secret technique for tracing is not impossible, but it is absolutely rare.

The identities of these two people are becoming more and more unusual.

He thought about it and asked again, "Have they discovered you?"

"I probably didn't find a servant."

"Is it from the court?"

"…"

"Both are from the court?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at him.

Feng Xi quickly replied: "The other one should not be a master of Zhenwusi."

There are two sources of masters in Zhenwusi. One is a master in the army, inherited from the army, and the other is a master of the four major sects.

Feng Xi could conclude that one of them was a master of Zhenwusi, while the other was not.

"Zhenwushi..."

Chu Zhiyuan stood up and paced in front of Xuan's desk with his hands behind his back.

Today, the trend of martial arts practice is prevalent, with many sects, four major sects, eight major sects, and thirty-six small sects like stars, which are very lively.

But in terms of strength, the court is the strongest.

The imperial court established the Zhenwusi to deal with the crimes of martial arts masters.

Zhenwusi was separated from the bureaucratic system of the court, was under the direct command of the emperor, and had a transcendent position.

It should be the emperor's will for the masters of Zhenwushi to monitor him, and they did not know their intention, but they should not be dangerous.

But the other one is not from Zhenwusi, so you must be careful.

"Criminal Master, the person who is the best at tracking and stalking in our mansion is Liang Guanjie. What about letting him and his servants go tomorrow?"

Chu Zhiyuan sang: "Zou Fang, let Liang Guanjie come."

"yes."

Zou Fang soon brought in a fat and strong middle-aged man.

The fat and strong middle-aged man was wearing a brocade robe and smiling like Maitreya Buddha. He was not like a martial arts master but rather like a rich man.

He entered the study and bowed with a smile.

After Chu Zhiyuan sat back to Xuan's case, "Old Liang, go and follow the princes of Uncle Ten and Uncle Thirteen tomorrow to see if there are anyone around him who follow him... Be careful, don't be discovered."

He suddenly thought of something, should these people only follow themselves or other princes? If they also follow others, there is no need to be too nervous. If they only follow themselves, they have to be extremely careful and even take the initiative to attack.

This is more important.

Compared to Feng Xi's grandmaster realm, Liang Guanjie is only innate, so of course he has to choose Feng Xi by his side.

"Don't worry, prince, there's a small matter." Liang Guanjie patted his chest and grinned.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Feng Xi: "Is there any stalking master in the mansion?"

Feng Xi hesitated.

Chu Zhiyuan knew that it was nothing, so he turned his head to look at Liang Guanjie.

Liang Guanjie scratched the back of his head and shook his head: "Young Master, there were two in our mansion, but they left the mansion and went back to their hometown to be rich men five years ago."

"Then find some help from your comrades."

Liang Guanjie was once the elite of Yingyang Camp. Of course, elite friends are indispensable. He has many powerful comrades in the capital.

"This..." Liang Guanjie looked embarrassed.

Chu Zhiyuan snorted: "Is there not enough friendship or is there not enough face?"

Liang Guanjie scratched his head and laughed, "There are three old friends who are all working in the city guard office. Those who have responsibilities are not good at bothering them."

"What is the character?"

"All of them are straightforward people, they are bad on their mouths, otherwise they wouldn't have been like this."

"Please help and tell them that there is a vacancy in our palace guard."

He was deeply aware of the shortage of talents in the mansion.

Talents who are proficient in tracking seem to have no use outside the army, but they can actually perform miraculous effects.

Intelligence is crucial at all times.

Although the Qing Palace has declined, it depends on whom. The salary of the palace guards is at least three times that of the city guards. Moreover, compared with the busy and tedious city guards, the palace guards are much more idle, have less worries, and have more time and energy to practice. They can be said to be a top-notch poor person.

If the Qing Prince's Mansion was still in the ban state, it would be like going to jail. One quarter of the guards had left in the past thirty years.

Now that the Qing Palace has been unsealed, even though it is the Prince's Palace, there are definitely people who are rushing to be the guardian.

Liang Guanjie's eyes suddenly shone and he patted his chest hard: "Hey, young master, wrap it around me!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Feng Xi: "Mr. Feng, let the three of them help you to find out the guy's feet!"

"Yes." Feng Xi nodded solemnly.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Old Liang, let me explain the situation of those three people clearly to General Manager Feng. Don't make any mistakes. This time, the matter is very important."

"Don't worry, young master!" Liang Guanjie patted his chest again.

Chu Zhiyuan picked up the white jade teacup.

Liang Guanjie bowed his fists and said goodbye and retreated.

Feng Xi stayed in Chu Zhiyuan's eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan put down his white jade cup, looked at Feng Xi, and expressed his doubts.

Feng Xizhiji said, "Old Liang likes to talk big, and he is still very steady in his actions."

Not everyone can enter Yingyang Camp, it is the elite among the elite troops in the army, otherwise he will not be able to enter the royal palace even if he is discharged from the army.

Chu Zhiyuan's heel: "Learn the details of Lao Liang's three friends."

If you really want to take it into the royal palace, you need to be honest and have no hidden dangers.

"I understand." Feng Xi nodded solemnly.

People's hearts are changing easily. They are Lao Liang's comrades, but they may not have no other intentions, so they still need to check it out.

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand.

Feng Xi bowed and retreated.

Chu Zhiyuan came to the yard.

Under the base of the wall are bamboo forests. When the breeze blows, it rusts and sounds. The name of Tingtaoyuan comes from this.

There are several strings of lanterns in the yard, and the illumination is bright.

The green bamboos under the lights sprinkle sparse shadows.

The night sky is full of stars, and the bright moon is hidden in a few dark clouds, illuminating the sparse parts of the dark clouds like layers of silver scales.

He looked at it in a daze for a while.

Is this bright moon the bright moon in my previous life?

What is the relationship between this world and your previous world?

While thinking and watching in a daze, dark clouds floated away lightly, and the bright moon like an ice wheel appeared.

The smoldering moon shines from the sky and falls into the bright light in the courtyard.

He flashed suddenly, disappeared from his original place, and appeared one meter away the next moment, and then flashed three meter away.

His figure flashed in the yard, and every time he flashed, he crossed about three feet.
To be continued...