In the wide palace, there are twelve giant red lacquer pillars.

The candlelight swayed, and Li Chunfeng, who was sitting at the head of the desk, raised his head from the desk table, and a purple air flashed faintly in his eyes under his white eyebrows.

"Has someone brought it?"

"The order of Hui Tai is already brought."

The two Grand Historians who arrested Gao Dalong at the entrance of the alley that day held their fists and said.

Behind them, a man with a frightened expression was kneeling.

Silla people.

Originally, he was ordered to exchange maps with Cai Mang, the Bafu, but who knew that it would fall into the hands of the Taishi Bureau.

A Grand Historian sent a preliminary examination confession to Li Chunfeng's desk.

"Sir, this person said he was from the Silla Mission, and he didn't know anything else."

"Is it true that what I said?"

Li Chunfeng touched his white beard: "If you can't ask too much, just hand him over to Dali Temple for processing."

"Sir, the weirdness that day..."

"Yinghuo Xingjun is not in Chang'an at the moment. I have my own sense of this matter. You guys can go on."

"yes."

Seeing the two Grand Historians arrest the prisoner, Li Chunfeng touched his beard and fell into deep thought.

The candlelight shone on his face, flickering and dark.

At the time of the year, Su Dawei came to Dengji Fruit Shop in Xuanyangfang.

He is not as Su Dawei's identity, but as "Deng Jian".

From the first day of going to the fruit shop and suspected Deng Jianshi, Su Dawei consciously paid attention to Deng Jian's words and deeds, and even how to make jam.

These are the basic means of solving cases as a bad person.

Now, whether it is face, figure, clothing, or habits, Su Dawei is just the same as the real Deng Jian.

He walked into the shop and took out the jam and desserts one by one. He smiled on his face, grinding bean flour slowly, mixing various jams, waiting for the business to come.

Jiang Ziya is fishing, and the wishes are taking the bait.

What I want to catch today is not only the Silla delegation, but also the people from the Dominic Mansion.

The enemy is dark and I am bright, so I have to do it.

Although it has been a day since the transaction between Bafu and Silla delegation.

However, Su Dawei made a decision that the two sides had not yet contacted each other again, and there was a time difference here.

When the situation is wrong, no matter who it is, the first reaction must be to protect yourself.

The people from the Ba Mansion fled overnight, and the Silla delegation held their troops unmoved. This is a matter of course.

Only when both parties feel that there is no danger or the danger has not come, will they have the intention to continue to take the next step.

Either spy on information or contact the other party again.

And all of this is inseparable from the intermediary Deng Jian.

This is what Su Dawei called "opportunity".

So now he is like the real Deng Jian, who is at ease to be a fruit shop owner, mixing the spiritual sand turf, waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

Half an hour passed, and some guests began to come one after another.

Su Dawei greeted the guests, skillfully prepared jam and served desserts, but it was not messy at all.

This scene made Nan Jiuro, who was staring at this place in the distance, admired him very much.

Nan Jiulang, Qian Bazhi and others are far away from the fruit shop. Only with a pair of good eyes like Nan Jiulang can you see the situation in the fruit shop.

I just don’t know where Su Qingyue went, and I didn’t see anyone nearby.

"Boss, come and have a bowl of Lingsha slab."

A guest walked in, chose a position close to Su Dawei, and sat down.

Su Dawei looked back and twitched his face, and finally managed to hold it back.

This man who has changed his clothes and put on makeup, isn’t Su Qingjie or who?

Su Dawei approached him and whispered: "Lion, what are you doing?"

"Hey, why did you recognize me?" Su Qingjie was a little surprised. He was quite confident in his disguise makeup.

"I recognize the nonsense that your voice turned into ashes."

Su Qingjie's voice is made of metallic characteristics, you will know it at first.

"Oh, I have to pay attention." Su Qingji nodded and deliberately lowered his voice: "What about this?"

"You play slowly, I still have business to do." Su Dawei rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to him.

There was a guest on the table called Lingsha Li. He returned to his operating table and prepared to continue making jam.

Su Qingjie deliberately suppressed a low voice at this moment, saying, "Boss, don't be sweet in my spiritual sand. Give me a salty one, just like a salty tofu brain."

At this moment, Su Dawei suddenly had the urge to turn around and pinch this guy's neck.

Guests from other tables cast curious eyes here, and some people whispered: "Can Lingsha squid be salty?"

"I don't know, I haven't eaten this."

"Why don't you try?"

Su Dawei pretended not to hear it, and adjusted the spiritual sand that the guest wanted, and then adjusted a portion for Su Qingjie alone and delivered it to his table.

“Eat slowly.”

“It’s really salty?”

Su Qingjie held the spoon in his hand and looked up at Su Dawei. Well, now it is Su Dawei who looks like Deng Jian.

"Try it."

Su Dawei raised a cramped smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Eat it."

Su Qingjie swallowed and took a bite with his teeth.

I just joked with Su Dawei, and wanted to see him make a fool of himself, but I didn't expect that the feng shui would change. It was my turn to taste this first bowl of salty spiritual sand sausage.

With a bitter face, he put the spoonful of spiritual sand in his mouth.

I thought it would be very bad, but I was ready to vomit it out.

Who knew that after one bite, it was actually... not bad.

It is not salty, nor is it as sweet as the Lingsha gua in the past.

If you taste it carefully, it will be a bit salty in the sweetness and the taste is quite fresh.

"Ah...Boss Deng, your salty Lingsha flake is really good, beyond my expectations."

Su Qingjie licked his lips and tried it again before he started to feel relieved.

"If you eat more, eat more."

Su Dawei smiled proudly. To put it bluntly, his seasoning technique is similar to the salty and sweet soda in later generations.

As long as the ratio is appropriate, sweet and salty taste may not be able to blend together.

"Boss, I'll give us a portion of that salty Lingsha slab."

A customer said loudly.

Well......

Su Dawei saw Su Qingjie lowering his head and constantly shaking his shoulders, and he was a little squeaking.

This is a very low laugh.

"Boss Deng."

Another customer came in from outside. He walked straight to Su Dawei and said politely: "My owner wants to ask Boss Deng to help make some desserts, and he made an appointment last time."

Su Dawei looked up at the other person, his mouth slightly raised, revealing the kind of conceited smile on Deng Jian's face: "Okay."

There are more than 300 people in the entire Silla mission. It is not easy to distinguish the target from 300 people.

And this time, the person who came to look for "Deng Jian" was one of the suspicious figures that were circled by the previous gaze of the kidnapper and the others.

The mission guard Lin Yixuan.

The bad guy has made a portrait of Lin Yixuan, but Su Dawei has naturally seen it.

From the first glance of seeing Lin Yixuan, Su Dawei knew that his plan was half successful.

The rest depends on your own adaptability.

To be honest, Su Dawei has never done this undercover in two lifetimes.

However, as a bad person, he must solve the case as much as possible, not to mention the commission from Li Keshi and the pressure from the Taishi Bureau behind him.

Thinking about it now, that ghost-faced jellyfish seems to be born to prepare for this action.

If you don’t think about this, it’s urgent to use the identity of “Deng Jian” to enter the Silla mission. Only in this way can you understand what these people are thinking and to reverse the enemy’s disadvantages of being dark and being light.

Su Dawei thought about these thoughts and followed Lin Yixuan with his head down.

Lin Yixuan, who was walking in front of him, suddenly turned around and looked at him: "Boss Deng, is there something wrong today?"

"Hmm?" Su Dawei looked up at the other party.

Lin Yixuan is about thirty years old, with long cheeks and some short beards under his chin.

In his slender eyes, the light flashed, and he was obviously a very suspicious person.

"I mean, the first two times Boss Deng talked a lot all the way and was very talkative. Why did he suddenly become taciturn today?"

The other party's eyes were staring at Su Dawei's face.

It seemed like he was trying to pierce the skin on his face and see what was inside.

Su Dawei felt a stern and his face remained silent: "I was a little tired last night... Haha, I haven't recovered yet, but I've made the guests laugh."

"guest?"

Lin Yixuan's face changed slightly.

Su Dawei was shocked and felt that he had said the wrong thing.

Although Lin Yixuan kept shouting "Boss Deng", the real Deng Jian might not call these Silla people as guests.

The devil is always in the details.

Su Dawei smiled and said, "For me, those who come to see me are all guests. What do you think of Guard Lin?"

"Yeah?"

Lin Yixuan's steps slowed down, and his eyes kept looking at Su Dawei, which obviously did not eliminate suspicion.

In silence, the two continued to extend the long street and headed towards the Honglu Temple Inn.

Although Lin Yixuan didn't say anything, Su Dawei could feel that the other party clearly released a cold and seemed to have suspicious of him.

This is something I didn't expect before.

I originally thought it was too simple, and I thought that I would just go to the embassy, ​​adapt to the situation, and talk from the delegation members.

But now, it is obviously not that easy.

Just a small guard was so vigilant that he became suspicious of himself.

It’s not easy to really enter the Silla mission and complete the task successfully?

At this moment, Su Dawei even had the idea of ​​leaving if he wanted to turn around.

But he forced himself to hold it back.

To solve this case, the Silla mission is the key.

If you don’t enter the tiger’s den, how can you get a tiger’s son?

At the end of the long street, the Honglu Temple Inn is already in sight.

At this time, Si just passed.

The sunlight reflected from the eaves on the roof of the embassy, ​​causing Su Dawei to subconsciously narrow his eyes.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the wind.

No, it is not the sound of the wind, but some kind of sharp weapon breaks the wind and brings a subtle squeak.

The sound was so gentle, like a lover's hands stroking over.

Su Dawei's hair stood upside down instantly.

Even with his eyes closed, he could feel it.
Chapter completed!