"Are you saying that all the year's reserves of Prince Jia's Mansion have been stolen?"
Gu Cheng looked down at the trembling chamberlain, his tone was cold and thunderous.
People in the Song Dynasty were very particular about their diet. Rich families would eat delicacies, use the latest food, and use the finest vegetables. There was no shortage of them, and the palace was no exception.
But as mentioned before, the royal family serves as an example and cannot eat delicacies from the mountains and seas every day. Therefore, precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, snow lotus and so on are provided with a fixed quota every month.
Looking through Zhao Kuo's memories, Gu Cheng knew that this guy didn't know how to enjoy things. He was able to save precious ingredients. He was about to feast, but he didn't expect that he was robbed?
You must know that this is the foothold of the emperor, the important place of the palace, and the guards are extremely tight. What kind of little thief dares to come here to steal after eating the bear's heart and the leopard, and has the ability to steal it without anyone noticing?
Gu Cheng originally wanted to find the Lin'an prefect and arrest him according to the law, but he changed his mind and decided that one more thing would be better than one less thing. He summoned the old eunuch: "Go into the East Palace with my handwriting and ask your mother for the food for this month."
"Yes!" The old eunuch took the order and stepped back. Gu Cheng's eyes were like lightning, and he glanced coldly at the servants who were kneeling on the ground: "Let bygones be bygones, if you do it again, be careful with your heads!"
As if they had been granted amnesty, everyone shouted loudly: "Your Highness is benevolent! Your Highness is benevolent!"
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However, ten days later, they were kneeling in the same place again.
Now I was really ashen-faced and completely despairing.
"Okay, I'll pretend that nothing happened, but you, a thief, think that I, Prince Jia, are easy to bully, right?"
Gu Cheng ignored these servants. His previous stern words were to prevent anyone from enriching his own pockets, but he didn't know that during this period, word had spread throughout the palace that this master suddenly became extremely smart, and he had a certain amount of rewards and punishments. It was as if he had been completely transformed.
How dare you deceive?
What made Gu Cheng angry was that not only the ingredients were lost, but even a bowl of the cooked eight-treasure soup was stolen and drank. It was simply lawless!
What was even more exaggerated was yet to come. After the prefect reported it, experienced policemen were quickly called in to conduct various investigations. Unexpectedly, seven days later, the eight-treasure soup was stolen again.
This was a slap in the face of the imperial court. The prefect of Lin'an was furious and sent extra personnel to protect the palace, but the theft was still going on.
Finally, a few days later, Gu Cheng came to the dining room under layers of protection. Looking at the trembling cooks, he waved his hand: "You guys, please leave!"
Everyone quietly exited, and Gu Cheng looked at the dining room and began to examine it carefully.
The eight-treasure soup was related to his martial arts training, and he was absolutely not allowed to stop it. The theft was getting bigger and bigger, and it would be bad if some officials were involved in his pursuit of food and pleasure.
So since the police couldn't do anything, Gu Cheng had no choice but to take action himself and be Conan for once.
Unfortunately, it turns out that amateurs can't create miracles. There were no clues in the dining room. Everything was clean and there were no clues left at all.
"It's not like he's really a light kung fu master. He just came in, had a drink and ran away. Which martial arts master is so boring?"
Gu Cheng felt very bad and walked around the dining room. Suddenly his nose twitched and he smelled a faint stench.
Since the ingredients in the palace are so good, not to mention hygienic, the odor is covered up by the aroma, making it very inconspicuous.
If Gu Cheng hadn't been taking Eight Treasure Soup this month to refine his essence, and supplemented it with magic power to practice the sound and hearing of the five senses, his hearing and smell had greatly improved, and he would never have noticed it.
"Coming in from here? Could this smell be..."
He followed the smell to find the wall, looked up at the skylight, and the corners of his mouth gradually curved.
I had previously been blinded, but upon receiving this reminder, a person immediately jumped into his mind.
Since there is Huang Shang and Jiuyin Zhenjing, why can't he be there?
With a calculation in his mind, Gu Cheng left the dining room, pointed at the servant who was last, and said: "Hang him up and expose him to the sun for three days!"
The chamberlain had been in constant panic these days and had already lost a lot of weight. After listening to what Gu Cheng said, he breathed a sigh of relief and stood up calmly: "This old slave is not doing his job well and should be punished!"
"The thief is a clever man. I don't blame you at all, but since you hold the position of the prince, you have no shirking responsibility. Go and get the law of the family!"
Gu Cheng spoke slowly, clearly saying it was punishment, but none of the servants and guards around him were dissatisfied.
The world is like this. Gu Cheng has not been punished before, but those slaves and maids are frightened in their hearts, fearing that their master will settle accounts in the future and affect their families. Now they are finally free.
But the strange thing is that Gu Cheng whispered a few words to the guard, then erected a pole outside the dining room and hung the waiter high up, standing like a bone, looking very miserable.
He looked around, turned and left.
That night, Gu Cheng was reading in his room. Someone outside reported: "Your Highness, the thief is really in the net!"
"Okay!" Gu Cheng walked slowly towards the backyard. He was still a few hundred meters away when he heard the sound of fierce fighting and the whizzing of arrows coming from afar.
As he got closer, he saw torches standing up like fire dragons rising into the sky. In the middle, nearly a hundred guards and guards surrounded one person.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Surrounded like this, the man still rushed left and right, still holding the servant who had been rescued from the pillar in his arms, with a square face full of determination.
"The old beggar, oh no, should be called the little beggar!"
Gu Cheng couldn't help but smile as he looked at the patches on the thief's body and his standard beggar's uniform.
Hong Qigong, Hong Qigong, when you were old, you secretly ate mandarin ducks and five delicacies in the palace. Now that you are young, you secretly eat eight-treasure soup in my palace. Others live to learn, but you live to grow old.
Eat until you grow old!
Of course, this man cannot be called a public figure now. He has thick black eyebrows, broad hands and feet, and is leaping like a tiger among the guards.
"What a great Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"
Seeing the beggar's pair of fleshy palms spread out, each move is powerful, heavy, and majestic. It seems simple and not complicated, but it is like a star hanging upside down, and no one can control it. Now I have a first glimpse of the essence of upper-level martial arts.
Gu Cheng also admired in his heart.
Of course, Gu Cheng didn't show any expression on the surface, but his face was as dark as water.
When the guards saw their master appearing, they immediately became energetic.
Although they are the elites of Lin'an Prefecture, in terms of personal strength, they are not even comparable to the Five Bags disciples in the Beggar Clan, but once they form a formation and occupy a wide terrain, suppressed by bows and arrows outside, the wheel advantage formed is also very terrifying.
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It doesn't matter that one person cannot block the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Even if he vomits blood and retreats, he can quickly replenish his force. There are a steady stream of elite soldiers coming from outside, and arrows are raining down, which poses a huge threat.
Hong Qi tried to break through the encirclement several times, but failed. Coupled with the obstacles in his hands, he became in danger.
Gu Cheng looked for a moment longer, his eyes fell on Hong Qi's face, and he suddenly said: "Stop!"
Whoosh!
The elite soldiers dispersed after issuing orders, bows and arrows drawn, and surrounded Hong Qi, watching him with eager eyes.
Hong Qi stood proudly on the spot and was not afraid: "If you want to kill, then kill, if you want to scrape, then scrape, don't say anything more!"
Gu Cheng said calmly: "Have you suffered internal injuries?"
As soon as this statement came out, there was a commotion in the venue.
This beggar is so badly injured, how can he really survive in his prime?
Hong Qi's chest heaved violently, and he stared at Gu Cheng deeply: "Your Excellency has good eyesight, I wonder which disciple he is from, and he became the imperial eagle dog?"
"Haha!" Gu Cheng laughed so loudly that the guards couldn't hear it, but Hong Qi's expression changed. He felt a circle of invisible ripples coming towards him, and he fell into a trance.
However, his willpower was so strong that he quickly withstood the effect of the soul-moving technique, but his awe-inspiring momentum couldn't help but weaken.
At this time, Gu Cheng just spoke: "I am the master of this Prince Jia's Mansion, and the Eight Treasure Soup you secretly ate was prepared by me in order to honor your father, the Queen, and your mother, and to recuperate your body in the future!"
As soon as these words came out, Hong Qi was a little embarrassed because of his face.
Not only did he meet the suffering master, but he could also see at a glance that his internal injuries were not healed, and his eyes were filled with divine light. He was actually King Zhao Kuo, the only son of the current emperor, and the future emperor of the Song Dynasty?
Gu Cheng stood with his hands on his hands, and the aura of being in control emerged spontaneously: "In three days, I planned to plow the courtyard and sweep out all the dens of thieves in the city, but you came here to save people tonight. It can be seen that there is still a problem."
You know the principle of one person doing things and one person being responsible!"
Hong Qi's expression softened, he put the servant on the ground, and said arrogantly: "A beggar offends a nobleman, of course there must be a solution. Come on, let's fight again!"
Unexpectedly, Gu Cheng frowned: "Who told you that he wouldn't have to be punished?"