Zhang Sheng suddenly pushed his companion who was walking in a daze next to him, and said somewhat puzzled: "Why are you so stupid and happy?"
Dong Da came back to his senses, shook his head and said:
"It's nothing, it's not like I haven't slept all night, it's just that I'm not in a good state of mind."
"Then you should cheer up. Those cultivators from the Liang Kingdom are very fierce. We have to watch carefully when patrolling. If there is any unusual movement, report it immediately."
"I know."
Dong Da nodded, followed Zhang Sheng, a few steps behind, and looked around.
This is the outskirts of the imperial city, with rows of houses in a simple layout, most of which are the residences of Taichang Temple musicians.
When it comes to Taichang Temple, which is responsible for rituals and music, people may not be familiar with it.
But when it comes to another official agency with similar functions - the Jiaofang Department, it must be very popular.
The same goes for dance and music. Internally and privately, the Jiaofang Secretary came to smoke and drink without any taboos. Externally, Taichang Temple was in charge of sacrificial music and dance and ancestral temple etiquette, but it was about the emperor's face.
But Emperor Wen of Liang Dynasty, Su Yu, was an elegant man who only liked sunny spring and white snow, but did not like the sound of music.
Therefore, the work that should have been performed by Jiaofangsi was also given to Taichang Temple, so that Jiaofangsi almost lost his job...
Chen Kuang was originally a casual official in the Taiyue Department of Taichang Temple. Even though he was a musician who was summoned by high-ranking officials and disappeared as soon as he was summoned, he actually had a serious official title from the eighth rank.
If one day he can return to the home where he was blinded and sold a bushel of rice, it can be regarded as a homecoming in fine clothes.
The shapes of these residences are so different that it is extremely difficult to distinguish them.
But fortunately, the musician told him a characteristic that made it easier to judge——
There was a crabapple tree with very low branches at the door of his and Lezheng's residence. Every time he passed by, his hair would be shaved.
Dong Da looked intently and observed carefully.
I found that half of the houses had crabapples planted in front of them. They were already half withered, and the ground was covered with red leaves.
Dong Da: "..."
He shouldn't believe that blind man's lies!
A blind man only knows what trees are at his own door, but how can he know what is at other people's door?
What a waste of time! What a bad luck!
Dong Da spat, and when he gets his next shift, he will make sure this blind man looks good!
He took a few steps quickly and was about to catch up with Zhang Sheng, but suddenly stopped.
Looked carefully again.
"There don't seem to be many portals with Begonias. It wouldn't take much effort to find them all..."
Originally, the patrol assignment was randomly drawn from among the guards who were taking a break, but today he took the initiative and took over the assignment. The corps leader also praised him for his ambition.
The patrol route is fixed, but the time is flexible...as long as another person can help perjury.
Just as Dong Da was thinking about it, he suddenly held his stomach and screamed.
Zhang Sheng heard the noise and turned around nervously:
"What's wrong? But what happened?!"
Dong Da looked painful:
"I, I have a stomachache. Maybe I ate something unclean yesterday..."
Zhang Sheng was not suspicious:
"No wonder you are always restless today. What should I do?"
"Hey, why don't you go on patrol first, and I'll go to the house next to you to relieve myself, and I'll catch up later."
"This...is good."
Zhang Sheng warned:
"You have to hurry up, I'll wait for you for a quarter of an hour at most!"
Dong Da nodded quickly.
Watching Zhang Shengyuan go, Dong Da quickly rushed into several nearby houses and started rummaging around.
"Where is it? The golden cup and glazed box. This blind man really dares to say that a few young musicians, no matter how many rewards, can get these things?"
"If the emperor really appreciated me, would he still live in this shabby place? Do you think I am a fool?"
He was not stupid. When the musician spoke before he died, he must have said nine lies and one truth, no matter how exaggerated he was.
Dong Da turned around a silver ingot and smiled proudly:
"But...as long as I can find this truth, I will make a profit. If he didn't lie, I will make a lot of money!"
There were about fifty taels of silver buried in the cellar under the bed in front of him. It was not as much as the so-called two hundred taels, but it was already beyond his imagination.
Dong Da's eyes grew hot when he saw it. After thinking for a moment, he stuffed the ingot of silver in his hand into his lapel and then buried the other coins again.
Liang Guo's official bankers are not easy to deal with, but a low-level person like him has his own way.
When exiting the small cellar, a doll suddenly fell from the bed above.
The doll is very old, and the sewing workmanship is extremely poor. The cotton and millet stuffing leaked from the inside, and the original appearance is no longer visible.
The words sewn on it are vaguely legible, which is "The family is poor and incompetent, and the children who have left the country will never return."
"...What kind of crap?"
Dong Da frowned and threw it aside.
He closed the cellar, counted the time, and muttered:
"The glazed box is still missing. Isn't it nonsense? How could a musician be rewarded with elixirs only used by the emperor?"
Dong Da turned around and suddenly saw a dark figure standing at the door, looking straight at him with a pair of scarlet eyes.
"You mean...what elixir?"
Dong Da was so frightened that he took two steps back and fell to the ground, terrified.
"Black, black armored guard?! Me, me, me, I didn't do anything, I just had a stomachache and was looking for a hut..."
The Black Armored Guards are different from the Black Armored Army. They are Li Hongling's twenty personal guards. They are the ones who monitor the cell through spiritual consciousness.
The black-armored guard took a step forward impatiently.
One of Dong Da's arms flew out instantly!
Blood splattered all over the floor.
"I said, I said!"
Dong Da was so painful that he was covered in cold sweat and shouted hoarsely: "The musician said that Yue Zheng was close to Emperor Liang and was once given a pill, which he placed in a glass box!"
The black armored guard nodded: "Very good."
Dong Da breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a cold gauntlet grabbing the top of his head and lifting it up with force.
He raised his head blankly and found that his gaze was getting higher and higher...
Until he looked into the scarlet eyes of the Black Armored Guard.
"Search for me!"
The black-armored guard let go of his hand, and the head still rolled to the ground.
Behind him, a large number of soldiers in black armor poured into the street and began to search door to door.
Zhang Sheng, who had just left, was also caught and his head was beheaded on the spot.
The black-armored guard seemed to remember something and ordered:
"This matter must not be leaked. Who are the jailors now? The musicians and...forget it, there are only fifteen people on the left and right, let's kill them all."
He waved his hand and his men retreated respectfully.
…
Chen Kuang was holding the bowl of pickled rice and felt a fiery gaze, as clear as an incandescent lamp, coming towards him.
He squinted to the side, and sure enough, there was a short figure leaning against the railing eagerly.
"Gudu."
Swallowed.
The cell is spacious and has echo sound.
Chen Kuang was secretly amused. He glanced at the pickled rice and suddenly sighed with regret:
"Hey, why is there a bug in this rice? How can we eat it now?"
"If you don't have any appetite, it's better to give it up."
He pretended to be confused and groped around, and said worriedly:
"But I have to sleep in all these places, so where can I dump it? Why isn't there a swill bucket in the sky jail?"
Next to him, a mysterious voice said in a serious tone:
"Here, here, the swill bucket is here."
"Really? Where?"
"You can't see it, but I'm telling you, you just need to take three steps forward and move a little to the right."
"oh……"
Chen Kuang walked over and stood still, holding back his laughter and trying not to look at the serious-looking kid in front of him.
She raised her head and stared straight at the bottom of the bowl.
He took a precise step to the side and nodded with satisfaction.
"Okay, this is it, you can fall down."
Chen Kuang tilted the bowl in his hand, and the thin pickled rice flowed down like a waterfall.
The eyes of the infant swill bucket are shining, and it raises its head and opens its mouth to catch it.
She was also gifted. She didn't even need to close her mouth, and she swallowed all the porridge in her mouth after a few movements of her throat.
Mrs. Liang Guo was dumbfounded as she looked at the big and the small, one of them dared to fall and the other to catch them.
