Yunxiao Palace.

"Your Majesty is worried that Prince Lin has seen Master Wuji's talent and wants to use it for his own purposes?"

The man in black robe hesitated and asked tentatively.

"Now that Master Wuji's name is known to the world, I have publicly awarded him the title of Marquis of Li'an. Such a status will definitely attract many people to fawn over him. Anyone who approaches him at this time may have an agenda."

"But I hope that King Lin only appeared in the gambling house out of curiosity, otherwise..."

The empress stopped mid-sentence, and her face instantly became gloomy, but the meaning of the second half of the sentence was already obvious.

"Young Master Wuji's talent is indeed rare to see throughout the ages. If he cannot be used by the imperial court, he will definitely be our great enemy in the future!"

The man in black robe hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice.

What he meant was already obvious.

"How is Taiqing's attitude towards Young Master Wuji in recent days?"

The empress pondered and asked slowly.

"Ever since the Gunpowder Case, Taiqing has never left the palace, nor has he interacted with Master Wuji."

The man in black robe said truthfully.

"Do you think this Master Wuji is Li Wuji who escaped from the Heavenly Prison?"

"The last time I saw that child was fifteen years ago. I wonder if I can recognize him now when he is standing in front of me."

The empress was silent for a moment, then suddenly changed the topic and revealed a strange smile on her lips.

"According to various signs, it is impossible for him to be Li Wuji. He dared to openly confront the Five Elements Division and frightened the envoys in public. These things were too high-profile. If it was him, how could he be so sharp when he was being hunted?

?”

"But if it's not him, then where did this person come from? What is his origin? My subordinates have sent people to secretly investigate this person, but nothing can be found at all. It seems that this person was born out of thin air.

Same."

The man in black robe thought for a while and said seriously.

"In that case, you should go there yourself. Didn't Leng Yue fight against Li Wuji before? Take her with you to see if you can tell anything."

"Remember, it's just a test. No matter if it's him or not, don't hurt his life."

After the empress thought for a moment, she spoke slowly, with a trace of uncontrollable expectation on her face.

"yes."

The man in black robe agreed, bowed respectfully, stepped back slowly, and disappeared into the corner.

The empress leaned on the couch, and suddenly on a whim, she poured a glass of wine, and while sipping it, she showed some sly smile with great interest.

...

Las Vegas.

Li Wuji was lying on the desk, thinking and writing furiously. The scroll in front of him was already densely filled with words.

He was not composing poetry, nor was he practicing calligraphy. Instead, he was searching out the fragments of laughter in his past life memories one by one, and then writing them down word for word.

Since he wanted to find a way on the business road, he had to think of some unexpected ways.

Just copy the money-making methods you encountered in your previous life into this world, and with a few modifications, you can turn them into a means to become a wealthy businessman.

Money makes the world go round, this saying always applies.

At this moment, Dillon knocked on the door and walked in.

"Sir, I found some information. Xiao Hongxing goes to a teahouse to study every night. He stays there for two hours. No matter it is windy or rainy, or it is severe cold or hot, he never stops."

Di Long bowed his hands and said respectfully.

"Does he really like reading that much?"

Li Wuji couldn't help but smile and asked curiously.

"Actually, he didn't go there to study at all."

Dillon shook his head and said.

"That's why I like drinking tea."

Li Wuji said with a smile.

"No, he went to drink."

"Every time I go there I get drunk, and I get punished for it."

Di Long still shook his head and said.

"Going to a teahouse for a drink?"

"interesting."

Li Wuji raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"It's indeed a bit strange, but my subordinate sent Tianshu to investigate secretly and found no valuable clues."

Di Long said helplessly.

"Is he here tonight?"

Li Wuji hesitated for a moment, glanced at the night outside the window, and asked lightly.

"exist."

Dillon nodded and replied.

Li Wuji said nothing, put down his pen, handed the collected scroll to Di Long, and walked straight out.

Just as he was about to go out, he met Ji Wushuang who was walking towards him carrying a bowl of soup.

"Master, are you leaving?"

Ji Wushuang took a look and asked hurriedly.

"It's getting late, it's time to go back."

Li Wuji said with a smile.

"Since it's so late, why not just sit here?"

Ji Wushuang asked tentatively.

This was her hope. Originally, she thought Li Wuji would stay here tonight, so she just went to the kitchen to make the soup herself, adding a few drops of...tiger bone wine to it.

"No, I just suddenly wanted to drink and go out for a walk."

"You have worked hard these days, so you can recuperate yourself."

Li Wuji smiled, gave Ji Wushuang a comforting look, and walked straight down the stairs.

Looking at Li Wuji's back as he left in a hurry, Ji Wushuang hesitated to speak, his face full of disappointment.

She seemed to open her mouth and say one more thing, there was wine in the gambling house, and she brewed it for him herself.

Looking at the back of Li Wuji walking away, Ji Wushuang bit her lip tightly. She was so disappointed that her hand slipped and the soup in the tray fell directly to the floor, scattering everywhere, and a few drops even splashed on her.

My feet hurt a lot.

Two maids were standing not far away. Seeing this, they hurried over to clean up her feet and asked about her foot injury with concern.

But at this moment, Ji Wushuang seemed to have lost her mind. She turned around and walked towards her room with a dull expression. A tear rolled down the corner of her eye and was about to fall.

The pain in my heart is far heavier than the pain in my feet.

...

On the street.

Li Wuji rode a carriage slowly towards the teahouse that Di Long mentioned. The driver was Di Long.

Lu Yuan was not in the car, but if Li Wuji was in danger, he would definitely appear.

It was past Hai hour, and there were no more pedestrians on the street. Only a few shops that occasionally passed by were still lit by candlelight and were ready to close.

Under the night, the entire capital seemed extremely quiet, so quiet that even the breeze sounded harsh.

"Sir, we'll be there not far ahead."

Di Long, who was driving the car, looked at the terrain, said something slowly, twitched the reins, and sped up a bit.

"good."

Li Wuji leaned against the carriage, slightly closing his eyes, and replied lightly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that the carriage suddenly stopped. The horse on the shaft seemed to be frightened by something and stopped moving, making several nervous calls.

A strong wind blew by, and the wind seemed to contain a touch of cold murderous intent.

"Young Master, you have murderous intent!"

“The idea is prickly!”
To be continued...