After going out, Tang Ya also had to talk to the previous director of the health center. Such a change would not have happened so suddenly in the past two days. Why was it never reported to the superiors!
They left the Demon Suppression Pass much later than expected, and it was almost midnight when they returned to the outpost. Except for the stationed guards and a few cooks who prepared the morning food, the others were still sleeping.
Although the cook is still awake, the food is obviously not freshly cooked. However, there are not as many people going to Zhenyao Pass today as yesterday, and everyone is not the rich and well-dressed young man. It is not a grievance to eat something half cold, so
They gathered around the campfire one after another. They soaked the hard dry food into the half-heated soup and drank it without hesitation. After a simple meal, they dragged their tired bodies back to the tent to rest.
Zhu Meiren also held such a bowl of soaked dry food, found Tang Ya who was sitting in the corner, and sat beside him: "Why, are you still worried about things in the Demon Suppression Pass?"
Tang Ya nodded and smiled bitterly. So far, he had only broken off one piece of the cake in his hand: "I asked after I came back and found out that the director of the guard station, Qiao Dongzhu, has been missing for many days. This huge security guard
So, no one knows his whereabouts. He has lost his ability and is still living peacefully until now..."
Zhu Meiren frowned, this matter was indeed very strange, but I'm afraid she wouldn't be able to find out for a while. She thought about it and decided to change the topic: "Then you are hiding here in a daze, are you afraid of being entangled by that mediocre person?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Ya paused and then asked: "How is he today?"
"I haven't seen him yet. I heard that he never leaves the house and only scolds in the room. He didn't touch the food that was delivered to him." Zhu Meiren dragged her chin, still showing a look of disgust: "He has a pretty good temper.
big."
"This is better. If he insists on getting involved like yesterday, we can't explain it to the Duke." Tang Ya put his fingers together and broke off another piece of cake. The cake swelled up after being soaked in soup.
Several times more, combined with the slightly spicy and salty taste of the soup, the rough flavor makes people subconsciously devour it.
Having been in the Security Department for a long time, she was used to seeing all kinds of killings, and Zhu Meiren didn't have the eating habits of a lady. The two of them just sat side by side, finished their food in a slurping manner, and put the empty bowl at their feet.
Only then did Tang Ya regain his composure: "I feel like something is not right about this place."
"I have sent people to report the affairs of the guard station back to the capital overnight." Zhu Meiren said, "Do you think the Duke will come?"
"There's something going on at the Beijing Guard Station, and it involves the Demon Suppression Pass. The fact that the director came in person doesn't break the rule of not leaving the capital. It's just that it's obviously not a good time to leave the capital right now." Tang Ya lowered his eyes, "But come to think of it.
We can get the director's order tomorrow. You and I don't have to be like headless flies now."
"I thought it was just a boring job to accompany the young city lord to study. Who knew that such a strange thing could happen." Zhu Meiren sighed, "If things here get too big, then the young city lord's 'contributions' may also be lost."
Tang Ya stopped answering and just meditated quietly.
There were fewer and fewer people around the bonfire in the camp. The stars were bright, the dry firewood was crackling, and just like that, it was dawn again.
Tang Ya was still leading the troops today, but today he obviously led more people than yesterday, but he left Zhu Meiren at the guard station. In addition to taking charge of various matters here, he also had to pursue the case of the previous officer.
The whereabouts of Chang Qiao Dongzhu.
It was almost midnight when we set off. Zhu Meiren saw her off personally at the gate of the guardhouse. After Tang Ya gave Zhu Meiren some instructions, he led everyone on the way.
When Zhu Meiren returned to the guardhouse, someone immediately came to report: "Commander Zhu, that person is here again..."
To be honest, the words were vulgar, which made it difficult for a practicing practitioner like him, who considered himself to be informal, to say it out loud.
Zhu Meiren rubbed her eyebrows: "I understand. As long as he doesn't go out, let him go. Where are the documents in the office? According to the date, they should not be sent to Beijing until next month. Take me to see them first."
The man immediately said yes and started to lead the way.
Zhu Meiren had just taken two steps when she suddenly felt something was wrong: "The Taoist priest who followed him was a practitioner and could naturally live without food. But what about the doctor he brought back?
Never eaten?"
Zhu Meiren was deeply impressed by the white-robed and white-haired doctor surnamed Lu. His appearance alone was enough to call him a stranger. Even though this man's medical skills were extremely high, his cultivation level was mediocre, and he was far from the level of being able to survive.
.
The soldier leading the way thought for a while and said hesitantly: "He often treats some injured brothers in the camp. However, there are not so many injured people in the past two days, and not many people show up..."
To put it bluntly, the man was just a doctor, and no one deliberately paid attention to whether he had eaten or not.
Zhu Meiren hesitated for a moment, thinking that as long as Song Yu stayed in the camp, the other people were not important, so she stopped paying attention and followed the soldier to the place where the documents were kept.
It is not easy to track down Qiao Dongzhu's affairs, not to mention that Zhu Meiren's rapid promotion only relies on her extraordinary talent for cultivation, rather than her administrative ability in writing documents. It is still difficult for her to find out what she wants from the vast sea of books.
It's really not a simple thing.
Until noon, when the cook started beating the gong again to serve the rice, Zhu Meiren immediately threw down the copywriting in her hand as if she had been released from prison, and strode out with a look of relief in her eyes.
After three days of thousands of people arriving silently, the guardhouse finally returned to its previous order. What's more, Tang Ya ordered out many people today, so the pressure on the cooks was greatly reduced. Lunch was all hot rice and hot dishes.
Soup makes people feel good physically and mentally.
However, during the dinner, Zhu Meiren would still hear some people miss the wine and meat paid for by Song Yu for the previous two nights. After all, the big pot of chowder is still not as tempting as a whole pig and sheep being slaughtered and roasted.
While chatting, they mentioned that the young city lord had been locked up in the house for so long and never came out, let alone ate a bit. Every time a servant came to bring food, he would scold him and run away. But if he really came out hungry.
Anyway, if the people above find out about it, the subordinates who follow them may not have much to gain...
Zhu Meiren also frowned when she heard this. She thought of Lin Ting's importance to Song Yu, and also thought that even Tang Ya's attitude had undergone some subtle changes.
Zhu Meiren hesitated for a moment, then called the chief of the Fire-headed Soldiers over: "Order one that is the best for making small stoves, and make some food separately later, and then follow me and send it to the Young City Master."
"This is not difficult. However, the environment in the camp is simple and it is difficult to do it carefully. I am afraid that it will offend the nobles." The chief minister was also thinking about it because he heard that the young city lord personally selected the beans with everyone.
, he originally thought that the other party was a friendly person. However, he has stayed behind closed doors for the past two days, and he often heard angry curses. With such a moody temper, he would probably lose his head if he was not cared for well.
Zhu Meiren was not sure about this young master's temperament for a while. In the final analysis, if he was really just a rich young man with no ideas, then everything would be easier. But it happened that the young city lord showed his temperament just two days ago.
His abilities and skills.
In front of her subordinates, Zhu Meiren remained calm even though she was feeling uneasy. She just waved her hand casually: "Just make something simple and easy to eat. Our conditions here are difficult. If we really serve him a piece of abalone,
It’s weird to have ginseng in the belly of the wings.”
The chief had no choice but to accept the order and go down to prepare. After all, it was just after dinner, so it was not easy to use the remaining ingredients to cook for the nobles. It took some time to prepare again, and then someone came to report to Zhu Meiren: "Commander, everything is done."
Already."
Zhu Meiren had already finished her meal. After hearing this, she stood up and said, "Well, let's go."
Although the conditions were simple, the cook still tried his best to arrange the simple noodles and side dishes in an exquisite and neat manner, laid them out one by one on the table, and sent them to Song Yu's room one after another. Zhu Meiren walked in front, still warning herself for a while.
When meeting Song Yu, she must not show her temper or anger. Even if the person is not good, she must help the Security Department admit their mistakes.
This is for Lin Ting's great cause.
After Zhu Meiren had done her self-cultivation work, she also walked to the courtyard where Song Yu was located. At this moment, the courtyard was quiet and there was no sound. The door of the side room on the side was only ajar, and the doctor surnamed Lu
He shouldn't be in the house at this time.
Zhu Meiren held her breath and found that she could not hear any movement in the room. She couldn't help but have an ominous premonition. She knocked on the door lightly: "Young City Master."
There was no response from the room for a while.
Zhu Meiren felt more ominous. Could it be that the young city lord ran away? She used her eyes to signal the entourage who came with her to see if there were any signs of anyone leaving, and then knocked on the door again: "Young city lord? I am Zhu
Beauty, I heard from the people below that you haven’t had any water or rice for a day, so I came here to give you something to eat.”
It's rare for her to be so humble. As a monk and a small commander of the Department of Safety, she really hasn't lowered her attitude so low in many years.
There seemed to be a little noise in the house. At this time, the entourage also came back and shook his head at Zhu Meiren. The doors and windows of the house were closed very well, and there were no traces of anyone coming in or out on the window sills. They were all from the Safety Department.
Things can still be seen.
Just at this time, Song Yu's voice came from the room: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat! I'm so angry!"
Zhu Meiren's heart was calm at first, but at the same time, another fire was rising. It would be none of her business if the young master was usually hungry, but now he was out of town, did you know that he would
How much trouble it brings to others! This moment of emotional relaxation made her speak a step faster: "Why are you being so petty when you are out? I came right in."
She was asked to tell her that although Lord Song was a cultivator and had great abilities, his method of raising his son was really poor.
When she reached out to push the door open, Zhu Meiren discovered that the door seemed to have some restrictions, but it was not very secure. It was not like someone of Jie Nanshi's level could open it. Zhu Meiren immediately felt that this was probably done by Song Yu.
Yao Mozi didn't give any face, and a burst of energy shot out from the heel of her palm, directly knocking open the double doors. Basically there was no obstacle, and this restriction was broken by Zhu Meiren.
The unoiled door creaked for a while, but the room was empty. The hands of the cook accompanying Zhu Meiren who were holding the chopping board were shaking: "Commander, this..."
Zhu Meiren's eyes widened as she looked at the sweeping view of the main room.