Zou Fang was dressed in a blue robe, holding a white jade whisk and standing motionless at the door of the study.

In the study, Chu Zhiyuan sat lazily behind the desk, looking at Feng Xi who was bowing slightly, and saw the wry smile on his face.

You knew something was wrong without asking.

"Not chasing?"

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and asked slowly.

"Your Majesty, my servants are incompetent and allowed them to escape."

"Are those two guys so powerful?"

There is a level gap between Xiantian and Grandmaster, and they have the potential to overwhelm them, but they were able to escape, which shows how powerful these two people are.

"The art of disguise is superb. When you get into the crowd, you change your appearance, your breath changes at the same time, and you disappear without a trace in an instant."

Chu Zhiyuan took another sip of tea, thoughtfully.

This is a special miraculous skill.

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

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

He thought for a while and asked, "Have they discovered you?"

"I guess I didn't find the slave."

"Is he from the imperial court?"

"..."

"Both of them are members of the imperial court?"

Chu Zhiyuan frowned and stared at him.

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

The masters of the Zhenwu Division come from two sources. One is the masters in the army who are inherited from the army, and the other is the masters of the four major sects.

Feng Xi could tell that one of them was a master of the Zhenwu Division and the other was not.

"Zhenwu Si..."

Chu Zhiyuan stood up and paced in front of the Xuan case with his hands behind his hands.

Nowadays, martial arts practice is prevalent in the world. There are many sects, including four major sects, eight major sects and thirty-six sects, as well as small sects and sects like stars. It is very lively.

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

The imperial court established a Zhenwu Division to deal with crimes committed by martial arts masters.

The Zhenwu Division was separated from the imperial bureaucracy and was under the vertical command of the emperor, with a detached status.

It should be the emperor's order for the masters of the Zhenwu Division to monitor him. I don't know the intention, but there should be no danger.

But the other one is not from the Zhenwu Division, so you have to be careful.

"Your Majesty, the one who is best at tracking and tracking in our house is Liang Guanjie. How about letting him go with the slaves tomorrow?"

Chu Zhiyuan raised his voice and said: "Zou Fang, ask Liang Guanjie to come over."

"yes."

Zou Fang quickly brought in a fat middle-aged man.

The fat, middle-aged man was wearing a brocade robe and had a smile on his face like that of Maitreya Buddha. He looked more like a wealthy man than a martial arts master.

He entered the study room and saluted with a clasped fist and a smile.

After Chu Zhiyuan sat back at the Xuan case, "Old Liang, you go and follow the eldest son of the tenth uncle and the thirteenth uncle tomorrow to see if there is anyone following him...be careful not to be discovered."

He suddenly thought of something, were these people only following him, or were they also following other princes? If they were also following other people, there was no need to be too nervous. If they were only following him, then they would have to be extremely careful, or even take the initiative.

This is more important.

Compared to Feng Xi's master level, Liang Guanjie is only talented, so of course he must choose Feng Xi by his side.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's a trivial matter." Liang Guanjie patted his chest and grinned.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Feng Xi: "Are there any tracking experts in the house?"

Feng Xi hesitated.

Chu Zhiyuan knew that it was gone and turned to look at Liang Guanjie.

Liang Guanjie scratched the back of his head and shook his head: "Sir, there were two of us in our house, but they left the house and returned to their hometown five years ago to become rich men."

"Then find some help from your comrades."

Liang Guanjie was once an elite member of the Yingyang Battalion. Of course, elite friends are indispensable. He has many powerful comrades in Beijing.

"This..." Liang Guanjie looked embarrassed.

Chu Zhiyuan hummed: "Not enough friendship or not enough face?"

Liang Guanjie scratched his head and said with a chuckle: "There are three old guys who are all working as servants at the City Guards Yamen. We have responsibilities, so we shouldn't trouble them."

"How is your character?"

"They are all straightforward people. They only have one bad mouth, otherwise they wouldn't be like this."

"Ask them for help and tell them that we have a vacancy for the guards."

He deeply felt the shortage of talents in the government.

Talents who are good at tracking may not seem to be of much use outside the military, but they can actually work wonders.

At all times, information is crucial.

Although Prince Qing's Mansion is in decline, it depends on who you compare with. The salary of the palace guards is at least three times that of the city guards. Moreover, compared to the busy and cumbersome city guards, the palace guards are much more leisurely, have less worries, and have more time and energy.

Cultivation can be said to be a fine thing.

If Prince Qing's Mansion is still in the original closed state, it will be tantamount to being in jail. A quarter of the palace guards have gone away in the past thirty years.

Now that Prince Qing's Mansion has been unblocked, even though it is in decline, it is still the Prince's Mansion, and there are definitely people vying to be the guards.

Liang Guanjie's eyes suddenly lit up and he patted his chest hard: "Hey, young master, keep it on me!"

Chu Zhiyuan looked at Feng Xi: "Manager Feng, let the three of them help you figure out that guy's whereabouts!"

"Yes." Feng Xi nodded solemnly.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Old Liang, tell Manager Feng clearly about the situation of those three people and don't make any mistakes. This matter is very important."

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

Chu Zhiyuan picked up the white jade tea cup.

Liang Guanjie clasped his fists to say goodbye and retreated.

Feng Xi was left in Chu Zhiyuan's eyes.

Chu Zhiyuan put down the white jade cup and looked at Feng Xi, expressing doubts.

Feng Xi said wisely: "Old Liang likes to talk big, but his actions are still very prudent."

Not just anyone can enter Yingyang Camp, only the elite among the elite in the army, otherwise they will not be able to enter the palace even after they retire.

Chu Zhiyuan frowned: "Find out the details of Lao Liang's three friends."

If you really want to be accepted into the palace, you need to have a clean financial status and no hidden dangers.

"My slave understands." Feng Xi nodded solemnly.

People's hearts are fickle. They are Lao Liang's colleagues, but they may not have other thoughts. We still need to check.

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand.

Feng Xi bowed and retreated.

Chu Zhiyuan came to the courtyard.

Under the wall are patches of bamboo forest, which rustle when the breeze blows. This is where the name Tingtao Courtyard comes from.

There are several strings of lanterns in the courtyard, illuminating it brightly.

The green bamboo under the light casts sparse shadows.

The night sky was dotted with stars, and the bright moon was hidden in a few dark clouds, illuminating the sparse areas of the dark clouds like layers of silver scales.

He stared blankly for a long time.

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

How is this world related to your previous world?

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

The melting moonlight falls from the sky and falls into the bright light in the courtyard.

He flashed and disappeared from the same place. The next moment he appeared one foot away, and then flashed again and was three feet away.
To be continued...