Horse hooves rolled, and the men in black arrived in front of the ruined temple. Unlike when they stopped on a rainy night, this time the guards walked in.
There was no one left in the ruined temple, only the fires that had been extinguished by the earth and the traces of people, carts and donkeys were left.
The soldiers and guards dispersed to patrol and returned after a while.
"Nothing strange." they replied.
What could be strange, the leader of the soldiers thought, in a dilapidated temple with drafts from all sides, two women resting one skinny donkey, one of the women was still half dead, they could tell just by looking outside the door that day.
They were the advance guards looking for a place to rest for the governor.
The governor at the rear had stopped and waited for news.
I didn't expect anyone to be here, and it doesn't really matter if there are people here, just drive them out.
No matter who it is, even if a broken Buddha statue appears, if the governor wants to stay, the Buddha statue must get out of the way.
But after reporting back, the governor said it was troublesome and continued on his way.
Trouble? What's the trouble?
The heavy rain wiped the hijab and body, and the world was noisy, but the governor's voice was still clear.
"Woman, it's annoying to cry and make noise." He said, "I don't want to hear it."
What's so annoying about women crying and making noise? It's common during house raids. If they're annoying, they'll be cut off with a knife, and they'll be quiet immediately. Bingwei is puzzled, but the governor has already urged his horse forward.
The governor's thoughts were always difficult to understand, and everyone was used to it, so they hurried away around the ruined temple.
Maybe it was because he stopped and urged his horse again that the sword fell off.
The soldiers and guards looked at the ruined temple again, turned their horses and galloped away.
As the news was passed on, soldiers in black uniforms gathered from all directions towards Luo City, making the guards at Luo City gates tremble with fear.
It's coming, it's finally coming.
The officials and families in the city are already panicking, and they are even thinking about how to die happily at home. If they fall into the hands of the Du Cha Si, life will be worse than death.
But these black-clad soldiers did not enter the city, but stopped in front of a tea shed on the roadside outside the city.
There will be a tea shed like this on the road in front of every city. It is a pavilion set up with simple piles, with simple benches and tables, and two large pots are set up to boil water. Tea is thrown into the pot by handfuls.
Broken tea.
It's not far from the city. You can enter the city by walking a few steps. There are various clean teahouses in the city, but the journey is very hard. You have to queue up for verification when entering the city. Passengers who are tired and thirsty look at the nearby teahouses.
Chengchi, I would rather sit down and have a sip of tea first to calm down.
Therefore, the tea shed is always full of customers, bustling and lively.
But today there are many people, but it is not lively. It can even be said to be very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of water gurgling in the pot.
The old tea seller squatted in front of the stove fire, looking at the boiling water, wondering whether he should brew the dregs of tea on the stove, until a sound of urging came out.
"Is the tea ready? Why is it so slow?"
The old tea seller shuddered, picked up the broken tea with trembling hands and brewed it. He turned around tremblingly while holding the teapot: "Okay... that's it..."
The entire tea shed was surrounded by people, making it airtight. Not even a fly could fly in. There was only one person sitting alone in the pergola.
The old tea seller didn't dare to raise his head and moved step by step to the table. He only saw gold threads coiled around the man's robe.
"Big, big, man, please, please..." He shivered and put down the teapot.
A hand reached out and held the teapot.
This hand is long and wide, and there is a hideous scar on the back of the hand.
The old tea seller became even more frightened. He lowered his head and retreated in front of the stove fire when he heard the tea pouring.
I really want to drink his humble tea.
The old tea seller couldn't help but quietly raised his eyes and saw the hand holding the tea cup to his mouth.
Then a pair of dark eyes broke into the old man's sight.
The moment he raised his head, the dark eyes looked back at him, like a sharp sword striking him.
The old man woke up with a start and hurriedly lowered his head and huddled in front of the stove fire.
Guests from all over the place gather here in the tea shed, and news from all over can be heard. Naturally, the old tea seller also knows the reputation of Governor Huo Lianhuo, the Inspector General.
But today, let alone his aura, another thought lingered in his mind. This Governor Huo's eyes were really beautiful.
There were hurried footsteps in my ears, accompanied by voices saying, "Sir, I found it."
The teacup was placed on the table, making a slight bump.
"Okay." Captain Huo's voice said, "I only want something, and others don't want it."
The old tea seller also listened here and realized that Huo Lian had lost something, so he stopped to look for it.
So now that we have found it, will the person who stole it be killed directly?
The old tea seller lowered his head, and the thought of Captain Huo's good looks disappeared instantly.
"Sir, it wasn't stolen, it was dropped," Bingwei said.
Out of the corner of his eye, the old tea seller saw a soldier raising his sword and offering it to him.
"It's near the ruined temple where you wanted to stop but didn't stop last night."
Huo Lian groaned, as if she was wondering where the ruined temple was.
The old tea seller was also curious, and then heard Bingwei's explanation.
"Two women stayed in that ruined temple last night, so I passed them by."
"We've checked, and there's nothing unusual. The direction of their car is also opposite to Jianluo's."
In other words, these two people did not steal it. The two women did not even notice that there was a fallen sword nearby.
"The sword hook fell off."
Dudu Huo's voice suddenly said.
So that’s it, if the old tea seller is chanting Buddha’s name in his heart, it has nothing to do with other people.
The next moment there was a soft sound, it seemed that Governor Huo threw the sword in his hand and made a slight question.
how?
Should someone else be blamed for the sword hook falling off? The old tea seller was worried again.
"Sir, what's the problem?" Bingwei's voice asked.
Huo Lian's voice said: "It seems a little lighter."
Light? The old tea seller was puzzled, and then he heard a sound. Captain Huo threw his sword, and a soldier reached out to catch it.
"It's really rough workmanship, you can't be considered a famous craftsman." Huo Lian's voice was a bit sarcastic, "If you delay your trip, throw it on the garbage truck."
After saying that, he stood up and walked out with heavy steps.
The soldiers and guards in the tea shed followed in confusion.
The old tea seller raised his head cautiously and saw a tall figure surrounded by soldiers. The tall figure suddenly stopped and the old tea seller saw a beautiful profile.
"Zhu Chuan, don't forget to pay for the tea." he said.
After that, take another step and walk out.
A soldier in black turned back and blocked the sight of the old tea seller. It must be Zhu Chuan, who was in his early twenties and had a dark complexion. He asked how much it would cost.
The old tea seller was trembling.
"Don't say you don't want money, as if we adults are bullying you." Zhu Chuan said, and said, "Don't even think about asking for more money. Our adults' money doesn't come from strong winds."
The old tea seller could only stammer out a number.
Zhu Chuan actually wanted to bargain: "Your tea isn't that good either..."
The old tea seller was about to cry, so he said he didn't want any money.
"Zhu Chuan, stop scaring this old man." Someone walked in from outside the pergola and said loudly.
Zhu Chuan smiled and put some money on the table, turned around and looked at the person.
The person who came was a bearded man in his thirties, and his voice was buzzing: "Found it? Which sword is it? Did your Majesty give it to you?"
Zhu Chuan said: "Just grab one from the armory when you go out."
He paused and thought.
"I still have the impression of this sword. It was captured by the King of Jin when he rebelled."
When the King of Jin rebelled and was captured, it was a major event of that year, but it involves the princes and cannot be discussed casually. This case was handled by Huo Lian personally, and he also relied on this case to make a fortune. There is more to say than what is rumored among the people.
The old tea man couldn't help but pricked up his ears.
Zhu Chuan continued: "When I went out, I took one casually, just like a sword. The adults don't use swords. Who would have thought that the hook would be broken after leaving it for a long time."
The bearded man said: "Your Majesty, you are so eager to turn Luo City over. I thought you were so precious."
The Inspector-General ransacked homes and confiscated countless items. Although the stolen goods had to be turned over and confiscated, with the status of the Governor, he kept whatever he liked.
The loot left behind is also divided into levels. The items stored in the armory are not valuable, otherwise they should go to the Treasure Pavilion.
Zhu Chuan said: "The stolen goods were also obtained by adults. Of course they are precious. He can throw them away, but they cannot be stolen."
"No matter what you say, it makes sense." Luo Xi said with a smile, turned around and walked out, raised his voice and shouted, "Let's set off."
With the shout of peace, the black-clothed soldiers gathered outside the tea shed mounted their horses, formed a team, and galloped away with Governor Huo surrounded.
The sound of horse hooves disappeared, and the old man from the tea shed dared to poke his head out to take a look.
The guards at the city gate breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly reported the news.
"Really left?" Luocheng's prefect seemed to be in disbelief, "Just left like that?"
No homes were ransacked, no clans were exterminated, and no property was even seized.
The heavy gifts he prepared are still piled in the warehouse.
Thinking of this, the prefect of Luocheng hurriedly urged his subordinates to "hurry up and deliver the things."
The subordinates hurriedly chased him with their carts. They came back half a day later and said that Governor Huo had collected the things.
The prefect of Luocheng and the waiting aristocratic families heaved a sigh of relief.
Just accept the gift.
At this time, the governor of Luocheng straightened his back, looked calm, and said with a smile to the aristocratic families: "I told Governor Huo that our Luocheng officials are clear-minded and our families are kind, and Governor Huo deeply agrees."
The wealthy families expressed their gratitude to the prefect one after another, "Thank you for your hard work, lord." "Thank you for your kind words, lord." "I feel at ease when your lord is here." At the same time, the gifts prepared by each family were also brought in, and the prefect accepted them with a smile.
The officials and people of Luocheng felt relieved.
Qing Zhi looked at the boundary monument in front of him, and he kept calming down a little.
"Miss." She let go of the reins and walked to the car, "We have arrived in Xucheng."
As she spoke, she gently lifted a corner of the awning on the car and looked inside the car.
The young lady in the car was still lying down, and when she heard her voice, her closed eyes opened.