Mr. Wang San thinks today is a really good day.

Fortunately, I got up late. If I had been like usual, I wouldn't have met these three people!

When all the stewards and waiters heard Mr. Wang San's laughter, they all stretched their necks and looked in this direction. Perhaps they had not seen their boss so happy for a long time.

In the elegant room, the four of them were seated separately as guest and host, with Master Wang taking the seat at the head of the table.

After Yuan Mingkong poured him a glass of Golden Wind and Jade Dew, he was not in a hurry to drink it.

He was waiting for Yuan Mingkong to reveal his true purpose.

Although Jinfeng Yulu is good, the old saying goes even better: the hands that take others are short, and the mouth that eats them is short.

Mr. Wang San has been working hard for so many years, and his understanding of this principle is even more profound.

If he couldn't do what Yuan Mingkong said, then if he drank this glass of wine, wouldn't he be owed a personal favor in vain?

At this age, I just want to be a rich man happily and live a comfortable life, and I don't want to waste my brain on other things.

"I just want to ask Mr. Wang San about a few things."

After hearing this, Third Master Wang smiled and stroked the half-length beard on his chin and said:

"Then let's talk about it one by one."

Zhao Rang knew what Yuan Mingkong wanted to ask, and the two of them discussed this in detail on the way here.

The main thing is the whereabouts of the batch of feather arrows and everything about Xifeng Lie.

As for the rest, maybe Mr. Wang San will say a few words out of the blue, and treat it as an unexpected gain, but there is no need to ask specifically.

Mr. Wang Santai looked at the wine glass in front of him and slowly said:

"Although I have lived in the Western Regions for a long time, in the final analysis I am still a powerful person. I think back then, if it hadn't been for that bullshit Chen family, who was trying to divide and conquer the powerful power, I wouldn't have come all the way here."

Having said this, Mr. Wang San sighed and then continued:

"I don't know what you're talking about."

When Zhao Rang heard what Master Wang San said, he immediately became a little depressed.

"But if you are sure that Lan Moguo did this, it could only be one person."

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong were already a little discouraged, but now they became interested again and asked in unison:

"who?"

Mr. Wang Santai lowered his voice and said:

"The fourth prince of Lanmo Kingdom, Anzuo."

Unlike Dawei, the main bodies of the countries in the Western Regions are still based on tribes.

The leader of the country is actually a spiritual leader jointly elected by each tribe, and is usually the most powerful tribal leader in the country. The current leader of the country is also elected in this way.

But the fourth prince Anzuo that Mr. Wang was talking about was not the son of the king, but the eldest son of the leader of the second largest tribe in the country.

The tribe led by Anzuo's father is second only to the leader of the country in strength. Therefore, his eldest son can also be crowned a prince, ranking fourth after the three sons of the current leader of the country.

According to the rules of the Western Regions, the position of king is not an absolute succession of father to son.

If after the death of the current king, the tribe led by Anzuo's father surpasses in strength, then he will inherit the position of king, and Anzuo can naturally become the great prince!

Therefore, in Lanmo Kingdom, the stronger the tribe is, the more power it has to speak.

The current ruler nominally rules the entire Lanmo Kingdom, but he cannot interfere too much in the internal affairs of Anzuo's tribe.

They even had to show their good will to gain the support of this large tribe. Anzuo's father and several clan uncles all hold important positions in the country.

But he, the prince, kept to himself and was not seen in the temple at all.

"Thank you, Master! The news you told us is of great help to us!"

Mr. Wang Third nodded, then picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"One mouthful separates the turbid and the clear, and the second mouth makes the east bright!"

This is the record about "Golden Wind and Jade Dew" in ancient books.

"The ancients never deceived me!"

Mr. Wang couldn't help but feel a little moved, and the right hand that raised the glass was trembling with excitement.

"Except for this fourth prince, have you heard of anything unusual recently?"

Yuan Mingkong asked while the iron was hot.

Mr. Wang took another sip of wine, thought for a moment, and said:

"The nobles of the Western Regions all like beauties from the South. Do you know this?"

Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong both nodded. This should be regarded as the most profitable business since Dawei started trading with the Western Regions!

When the market is tight, a top-notch beauty from the southern land of Dawei can exchange for three war horses from the four countries in the Western Region!

"Last month, a big horse dealer came to my place for a drink. He said that business in Lan Mo Country is not going well now, especially An..."

The words stopped abruptly here.

Mr. Wang's body fell straight forward and fell on the table.

Zhao Rang hurriedly stretched out his hand to support him, but was still a little slow.

"Master!"

Yuan Mingkong shouted loudly.

Zhao Rang put two fingers on the artery in his neck and found that there was still a pulse.

"No one is dead!"

Yuan Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.

"But poisoned!"

Mr. Wang's pulse varied in strength and speed, and was completely irregular. It was a typical pulse condition.

"boom!"

Before Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong could figure it out, the door to the elegant room was kicked open.

Three slender middle-aged men shouted angrily:

"What did you do to Third Master?!"

Zhao Rang opened his mouth and was about to defend himself when the person on the right among the three people said:

"Brother, they must have poisoned my adoptive father! Didn't Xiao Liuzi say that these three people used a rare wine to arouse his interest in his adoptive father? The poison must have been in the wine!"

Yuan Mingkong raised his hands and asked:

"Could it be that these three dear brothers are the adopted sons of Grandpa, Sanshan?

My grandpa never married a wife or took on a disciple.

When he left Dawei and was on his way to Lanmo Country, he saw that these three young men were surrounded and killed by horse bandits and were exhausted. So he acted righteously and saved the lives of three people.

Wang Yuanshan, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Xiaoshan are three brothers from the same mother. After their parents died, they wandered around the world and became orphans. I heard people said that you can make a lot of money by doing business in the Western Regions, but you almost lost your life.

After being rescued by the Third Master, the three of them recognized the Third Master as their foster father and followed him around in order to repay the favor of saving their lives.

"The distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the dawn mountains are green. I have heard of these three great names for a long time!"

But Wang Yuanshan, who was in the middle, refused to be polite to him at all. He immediately drew his sword and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Yuan Mingkong's throat.

Wang Qingshan, who was standing next to him, relied on his superb short fighting and grabbing skills to catch Yuan Kexin.

"How shameless!"

Zhao Rang was furious when he saw that Wang Qingshan actually wanted to capture Yuan Kexin and make them throw a rat weapon!

He kicked out the round table in front of him, hoping to give Wang Qingshan a break, and then pulled Yuan Kexin and the chair she was sitting on next to him.

Unexpectedly, the grappling skills of Wang Qingshan's two palms were truly astonishing. When Zhao Rang was distracted in the rescue and the blade deflected, he immediately reversed his momentum and attacked Zhao Rang's ears.

The ear root is a fatal place. If the ear door point is grabbed, you will die immediately.

Wang Qingshan thrust his right hand straight into Zhao Rang's chin, and at the same time pressed his left thumb hard into the depression behind Zhao Rang's left ear.

Zhao Rang was unprepared and slashed out hastily.

Wang Qingshan stopped calmly. When he saw the sword energy coming towards his face, he retracted his palms and stacked them in front of him.

Then he spread out his body skills, like a swallow, avoiding Zhao Rang's blade with a dancing posture.

Seeing the sword slashing through the air, Zhao Rang showed no expression on his face.

He took another stab.

This knife was much slower and gentler than the previous one. Even the angle was unremarkable, even a little boring.

But the more intense momentum is often hidden in these seemingly inconspicuous moves.

This sword only showed its sharpness when it struck in front of Wang Qingshan!
To be continued...