Chapter 187： An Wang (1/2)

Chu Li stood outside the capital of God, looking at the towering city. ww.vm)

This is an old city that has existed for thousands of years. In this city, thousands of pessimistic clutches have been interpreted in this city.

The city walls are 100 meters high, as high as thirty stories in future generations, covering the sky, and people are like ants.

The city bricks are covered with moss, keeping the vicissitudes of years.

Chu Li stood under the city and looked around for a while. He took the horse and stepped into the towering gate, and the defender looked at his waist card and waved his hand.

As soon as you stepped into the city, the bustling noise came to your face, the sound of bargaining, bargaining, laughter, cursing, and ears.

He led the horse slowly through the crowd and walked out of the Five Mile Road. In front of him was a tall and mighty city gate. This is the inner city gate. The investigation was stricter. A dozen city gate officers and soldiers were all eloquent and sharp. Those who have been killed.

Chu Li has the guard's waist tag of the National Government House, all the way unimpeded, out of a dozen miles, and finally came to a tall palace.

Above the gate is a plaque of ”Anwang Mansion”, with three large characters glittering in gold.

The top of the gate is paved with yellow glazed tiles. The ten-meter-high gate of Zhu Qiguang can be seen, and rows of copper nails are bright and pressing.

Under the tall gate, the four guards in front of the house looked small, but their eyes were like electricity, and they stared at Chu Li and his horse coldly, murderously.

Chu Li first tied the horse to the side of the tied horse pier, came to the steps of the gate of the house, and raised his fist loudly: ”The second guard of Yipin Gongfu Chu Li, was ordered to send a letter from Wang An.

He had a quiet voice, but spread it out slowly. It is estimated that the whole palace could hear it.

The four guards stared at him coldly, believing that his voice was loud.

A small door opened next, stepped out of a middle-aged man in Jinyi, stood on the steps and looked at Chu Lili, not ill, but asked, ”Yiguo government?”

Chu Li nodded: ”Exactly.”

”Here's the letter.” The middle-aged man in Jinyi slowly reached out his hand.

He has a crown-like face, a handsome appearance, and a graceful temperament. Like a middle-aged Confucian who reads poems, it is not like a concierge.

Chu Li secretly sighed, the gatehouse of the palace was so good.

He took out the letter, came up to the other side nine steps, and passed it.

The middle-aged man in Jinyi took the letter, glanced down, and said lazily, ”Since it's the state government. Come in.”

Chu Li hugs his fists.

The middle-aged Jinyi man entered the small door lazily, and Chu Li followed. He was rude to him, and in the future when he entered the An Wang Mansion, he would give him some bitter food, but now is not the time for the attack.

A middle-aged man in Jinyi came into the house and waved a handsome waitress: ”Arrange a room for this mansion.”

”Yes, Mr. Chu.” Qingxiu's maid responded respectfully, and asked Chu Li to salute him, ”My son, please follow me.”

Chu Li nodded and smiled, running Dayuan Jingzhi and glancing at Mr. Chu, raising his eyebrow secretly.

He is indeed not the concierge, but the foreign governor of the palace. After hearing Chu Li's self-reported home, I heard that it was from Yiguo ’s government office, so he came out in person to see what the guards of Yiguo ’s government looked like.

Chu Li followed the maid across a moon gate and came to a small courtyard.

His Dayuan Jingzhi started, staring at Director Chu in his mind, watching him pass through the Sanjin courtyard. Came to a large, unoccupied courtyard, stopped under the white jade steps of the main hall, and said respectfully: ”Master, there is a guard from Yiguo government to deliver the letter.”

Chu Li saw in his mind that there was a middle-aged man in his forties who was in his forties, and Fang Zheng's face was yellowish. He had a sick face, a straight nose, a triangular eye, and an unusual appearance.

He stroked his three beards and cleared his beard, staring thoughtfully at a book.

Chu Lichong smiled and sat down at the stone table in the yard, took a tea and sipped. Know that this middle-aged man is the fourth son of the emperor.

He also saw Dayuan Jingzhi, looking at the spacious and unmanned courtyard, but in the dark stood ten masters from the sky, hiding An Wang secretly. These masters from the sky were no worse than Zhao Qingshan, hiding in the dark Statue, motionless.

In addition, there was no maid in the courtyard, only An Wang.