Chapter Three Hundred and Thirteen The Department of Compilation
Jingzhou, on the official road leading to the capital.
The sun shines on the ground through the gaps in the dense leaves.
The air is warm.
Lin Ji held a folding fan in his hand, fanning one at a time.
He was wearing a green gown, and his long black and white hair was tied into a bun.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
He has a dignified appearance and an outstanding temperament.
Anyone who saw him would just think that he was a troubled young master from some family out to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
A few days had passed since he broke through to the sixth realm, and Lin Ji happened to like the landscape that he had long been tired of seeing.
He deliberately slowed down his journey to Beijing to feel the novel world.
My state of mind is already stable, but my mind is still a little fickle.
Entering Jingzhou, the official roads are much more lively.
The pouring rain in the south disappeared without a trace after leaving Liangzhou.
It was as if there really was some kind of magical power at the emperor's feet, preventing natural disasters from getting close to him.
On the road, you can often see businessmen coming and going, passers-by in a hurry, and gentlemen and young ladies out for an outing.
Maybe it’s because I’ve seen too much and experienced too much.
Walking on the land of Jingzhou, Lin Ji felt vaguely unreal.
"It would be best if all nine states in the world enjoyed peace and prosperity at the feet of the emperor like Jingzhou."
All the way north, Lin Ji's slightly impetuous mood gradually calmed down.
Another day and night passed, and he kept walking forward.
Just when he saw a small town ahead, his mind finally calmed down.
Until this moment, one can be considered a true monk in the Sun Traveling Realm.
The town ahead was not unfamiliar, and Lin Ji had passed by it several times before and after.
Tongtian Town, the pass leading to the foot of the Emperor.
Lin Ji still remembered that when he left Beijing last year, he had his first encounter with Tianji in Tongtian Town. The old man turned into Taoist Pingxin and plotted against him.
With a bit of a smile, he slowly walked towards the entrance.
As for Ah Lu, it was inconvenient to carry it around, so Lin Ji left a piece of spiritual consciousness on it so that it could follow him obediently, and then stopped paying attention to it.
Anyway, this little thing will always find a way to avoid being noticed.
At the entrance of Tongtian Town, officers and soldiers blocked Lin Ji's way.
There are many people coming and going here, and it is under the emperor's feet, so the guards must be tighter.
However, no matter how strict the guards were, they could only give way in front of Lin Ji's token.
After entering Tongtian Town, Lin Ji didn't want to enter the capital early.
Once you enter the capital, you will be a fourth-grade commander. With an official position, you will never have the pleasure of freedom at this time.
So he chose to stay at an inn in the town.
"Longqi Inn." Lin Ji stood outside the door of the town's inn.
"Sir, would you like to work in a hotel or stay in a hotel?"
"Stay in a hotel and get a room." Lin Ji responded, but his eyes always stayed on the plaque.
The waiter was very discerning and said with a smile: "The late emperor once stayed in the store when he was on tour to the south. The shopkeeper was lucky enough to serve the late emperor, so the store got its name."
Lin Ji suddenly understood, nodded and said: "I have served the late emperor, it is indeed worth talking about."
"That's not the case."
We walked into the inn and entered the room under the guidance of the waiter.
After resting for a while, Lin Ji couldn't help but go downstairs and sit in the lobby of the inn.
“Serve the table with good wine and good food.”
"Okay, you'll be waiting later." The waiter responded quickly.
But while Lin Ji was waiting boredly, there was suddenly a burst of noisy footsteps outside the inn.
Immediately afterwards, a group of officers in red uniforms walked in, and among them they were escorting a prisoner.
"Red official uniform?" Lin Ji raised his eyebrows slightly.
He thought to himself that he was not ignorant, but this was the first time he had seen this red official uniform, which resembled a fancy official uniform.
The red-clothed officers all had stern expressions on their faces, while the mortals they escorted were wearing wooden shackles, with disheveled hair, and could not even walk steadily.
The waiter quickly came over again.
"Several officials..."
"We've reserved the upper room in the inn," the leading officer said coldly.
His voice was hoarse, as harsh and unpleasant as a drake's voice.
He looked like he was in his early forties, but his complexion was frighteningly pale.
When the waiter heard this, he looked troubled and said: "Sir, there are two rooms left in the upper room, but there is still one in the middle room..."
"We...I said that the whole house is all-inclusive, don't you understand?" The leader's tone was a bit cold.
The waiter was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly, unable to stand firmly and fell to the ground.
"Ha..." The official looked sarcastic and winked at the subordinates behind him.
The subordinate understood and went upstairs on his own.
Soon, many guests who came to the room came downstairs in panic. Some were disheveled and some were carrying luggage, but no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.
Not long after, his subordinates also came downstairs.
"Master Fu, there is another thing that is locked in the upper room..."
Mr. Fu narrowed his eyes slightly and snorted, then suddenly turned back to look at Lin Ji.
Lin Ji chuckled twice, picked up the wine glass in front of him and filled it up by himself. He gave a false bow and said nothing.
Mr. Fu suddenly frowned, looked at Lin Ji deeply, and asked: "I am Fu'an, your Excellency...?"
Lin Ji slightly lifted the hem of his gown, revealing the token on his waist.
The word 'judgement' shining brightly on the token is enough to explain everything.
Mr. Fu's expression changed slightly, and he ignored Lin Ji and said, "Keep the prisoner under good supervision. He is already here. If there is any accident, your heads will not be safe!"
"As commanded."
Soon, a group of red-clothed officers escorted the prisoner upstairs.
Lin Jize sat in the lobby until the waiter came to serve the food, and then he stopped the waiter.
"What's the matter, sir?" The waiter's voice still contained a bit of fear, and it was obvious that he had been frightened just now.
"What's the origin of that group just now?" Lin Ji asked.
The waiter shrank his neck and didn't want to answer, but Lin Ji grabbed his sleeve.
In desperation, he could only lower his voice and said: "As for the guest officers, they are from the Editorial Department."
"Administration Department?" Lin Ji raised his eyebrows. He had never heard of such a yamen in Beijing.
But when he saw that the waiter was frightened to death, he didn't make things difficult for him. He handed over ten taels of silver as a reward and let him go.
Just after the waiter left, a drinker in the corner of the lobby suddenly brought a wine jar and sat opposite Lin Ji.
Like Lin Ji, this man was also alone.
After he sat down, he sneered and said, "My friend, you haven't been to Beijing for a long time, right?"
"How do you say it?" Lin Ji was a little interested.
"The Editorial Department is a new yamen that was just established in Beijing. Those red-clothed officials just now are all eunuchs." The drinker said with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"Eunuch?"
"Humph, these eunuchs have done harm to many loyal people in the past six months. They are extremely hateful." The drinker wanted to vent his anger.
But seeing Lin Ji just drinking and not talking to each other, he felt bored after saying a few words and returned to his position.
Lin Ji, on the other hand, thought about the arrogance of the group of people just now, and thought of Dongchang in his previous life for no reason.