ower of the feudal gentry and tuhao clique, is not at all surprised by all this.it's not surprising that even they do something bolder.Chen Tong solemnly said: "either Xishan Province was completely p...Chapter 133 Spy Storm

the carriage staggered through the bustling streets. Zhang Biwu in the carriage was dark-faced and frowned, obviously thinking about something of the utmost importance.

Today's party let him know Zhao Xuanji's plan, but now Zhang Biwu is in an incomparable entanglement.

he is thinking about who to tell the plan to.

whether to tell the prince or the one who is really standing behind him.

after weighing for a long time, Zhang Biwu suddenly opened his mouth and told the driver outside, "go to the Wang's pickle shop."

"Yes, my lord."

there was a response from the coachman outside, and then the carriage changed direction, turned into another street, and finally stopped in front of an old pickle shop.

when Zhang Biwu got out of the carriage, a clever man came in and called the shopkeeper, and then he saw a fat-bellied middle-aged man greeting him with flattery on his face.

"Xiao Dao is why magpies are always singing at the door of the shop this morning, thinking that there must be an honored guest coming to the door. Sure enough, it is Lord Zhang that you have come."

the shopkeeper's trot came quickly to the carriage and respectfully helped Zhang Biwu out of the car. As long as Zhang Biwu was happy, he wished he could lie down on the ground and serve him as a human flesh bench.

everyone likes to hear good words, and although this flattery is not clever, Zhang Biwu also smiled.

"shopkeeper Wang is too polite."

Zhang Biwu entered the shop and said, "the old man just likes your pickles. On weekdays, without a mouthful of pickles, he just doesn't feel good. It just happens to pass by your house to see if there are any new pickles coming up."

shopkeeper Wang said hurriedly, "Yes, of course. Lord Zhang likes our pickles is our blessing. He didn't deliberately save two jars of the best for Lord Zhang. He was wondering if he would send him to the house tomorrow, but he didn't want to come in person."

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"but as you know about pickles, Mr. Zhang, if you want to marinate a good pickle, you can't see the light or wind before opening the altar, so you can also invite Mr. Zhang to meet inside. Mr. Zhang likes it, and the small one will be sent to the house immediately."

Zhang Biwu nodded to Wang's shopkeeper to lead the way.

when he saw the two men leaving, the two young men chatting in front of the pickle shop glanced at each other, and then one of them lowered his voice and said to the other, "go back and tell the old man that he saw Zhang Biwu go into the Wang pickle shop and went to the backyard with the shopkeeper. Everything seems to be all right."

another person asked carefully, "Captain, it's no secret that Zhang Biwu likes Wang's pickles. It's normal to come here. Do you have to report this kind of thing" Will the Pavilion think we're making a mountain out of a molehill "

"if I ask you to go, you go!"

the man stared and said, "the things ordered by the old cabinet should be done in detail, not carelessly."

"Yes, yes."

the man who answered turned and ran away.

and the captain of the order saw that Zhang Biwu had not yet come out, so he went to the steamed stuffed bun shop across the street and asked for a drawer of steamed buns, eating and staring at the pickle shop, waiting for Zhang Biwu to come out.

and in a small tea shop farther away, two middle-aged men got up and checked out.

one person told the other: "Zhao Xuanji has suspected Zhang Biwu and sent someone to follow him, and for the time being, he can't know what Zhang Biwu talked with Zhao Xuanji and Fu Yuzhi in the restaurant. He immediately put this information on file, handed it over to the factory and submitted it to his Highness through secret channels."

"Yes." Another man bowed his head and answered, turned and quietly disappeared into the stream of people.omen. He lay down on the ground clutching his stomach and dripping on his forehead. The severe pain made him feel as if his stomach was rotten.the veins in his neck burst because of pain. Li Junze loo...