The personal bodyguard looked disapproving, as his job was to protect the imperial envoy.
But what the adults said is indeed the case.
With so many officials sent out, it's normal that after half a day, someone should come back to report.
But no one came back, and the people who bought breakfast seemed to have disappeared.
This means that something must have happened to those people. They were either caught by Magistrate Deng or killed.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring me pen, ink and paper." Qu Yutang glanced at the stunned guard and urged him.
He wanted to be brave and take his men directly to the prefectural yamen to question Prefect Deng.
But his weak body made it difficult for him to stand up. He looked powerless, so how could he intimidate others?
The remaining officers were lying down and unable to get up, and those who were still active had already been sent out.
It would be a laughing stock if he took a group of cowardly officials to the prefectural yamen.
"......Yes!" The guard pursed his lips and responded.
Qu Yutang forced himself to sit up and leaned against the head of the bed, panting.
Such a simple action made his head feel dizzy.
I'm hungry. I'm so hungry that I have no strength left.
If he hadn't had some water to fill his stomach, he would have collapsed by now.
Qu Yutang took two deep breaths, walked to the table with the help of the guards, and wrote two letters tremblingly.
"Take it and go."
Qu Yutang stuffed the two letters into the guard's hands and urged him in a hoarse voice.
The guard glanced at the two folded letters in his hands, raised his eyelids and looked deeply at Qu Yutang.
"Please take care, my lord. I will be leaving immediately."
After saying that, the guard stuffed the letter into his arms, turned around and walked out.
Qu Yutang's face was pale, and he moved to the window tremblingly, holding on to the wall.
He breathed a sigh of relief only after watching the guards leave the post station safely.
I didn't expect that Magistrate Deng didn't even arrange anyone to monitor him near the post station. How arrogant he is.
Just now he was worried that the guards would be held down or followed as soon as they left the post station.
But until he could no longer see the guards, he didn't see anyone following him.
Qu Yutang gave a wry smile, drank a cup of cold tea, then struggled to move to the bed and lay down again.
All he can do now is to remain motionless until the enemy moves.
As long as Magistrate Deng didn't send anyone to the post station to confront him face to face, he would pretend not to know that the officials had been arrested.
But in the next few days, he couldn't send so many people out at once. He only needed to send one or two people out every day to show his support and look for food.
Now there is only one word - endure!
By the time reinforcements arrive, that will be the day that Magistrate Deng dies.
He really couldn't understand why Magistrate Deng suddenly developed such great ambitions.
The most important thing is how could General Zhong agree to this? This is a serious crime that will lead to the extermination of nine generations of the clan.
Magistrate Deng was smart, and the Deng family moved to Qianhuang City early on.
But the direct descendants of the Zhong family are all still in the capital. Could it be that General Zhong just abandoned the family like this?
He couldn't believe how great the temptation could be that made Zhong Erfei, who had already become a general, do such a heinous thing.
Just when Magistrate Deng was puzzled, the sun gradually set and the 11 officials who were in charge of preparing meals came back, dragging their exhausted bodies.
It is really not easy to get something to eat. It makes them very tired. They have never done such hard work in their lives.
I was so tired that I planned to have two big bowls of rice porridge for dinner, but I couldn't eat either. I was so tired.
With a loud "clang".
The exhausted officials pushed open the door of the post station and walked in cursing.
"Closing so early, what a waste of time."
"Damn it, where's the postmaster? Get out here..."
"What kind of post station doesn't provide meals, ah..."
“…”
The officials who were so tired that they wanted to curse their parents cursed the people at the post station the most on the road.
If the post station had not provided meals, they would not have suffered this hardship.
I used to think these people ate really well, but now they feel that after doing such tiring work, eating these is just okay.
I was so exhausted. If I hadn't eaten the meat buns at noon, I wouldn't have been able to hold on in the afternoon.
Of course, for the common people who were just pulling weeds on the ground, this meal was definitely too good.
If you ask them, those who pull weeds should not eat the meat buns, they should all be left for them to eat.
In that area, I didn’t see anyone who was more tired than them.
Those cartloads of soil were shoveled out by them one shovel at a time.
The palms of their hands were completely unsightly.
When I practiced martial arts in the past, I would only hurt the base of my hand when holding a sword or a knife, but my whole hand would not get blisters.
Of course, what hurts the most is their broad shoulders.
It really hurts to be tied with hemp ropes. They still can't lift their arms. The slightest movement will cause a sharp pain, which is so painful that it feels like their brains are exploding.
The food is so good, why can't we get a few donkeys to pull it?
This is treating them like donkeys.
The officials were so angry that their faces turned red and their necks became thick. They banged and banged things in the lobby of the post station and kept shouting and cursing.
With a "bang", the back of the post station was pushed open with great force. The post station attendant had two pieces of cloth stuffed in his nose and shouted at the officials with a dark face,
"What are you arguing about?!"
"I haven't even asked you yet, did you pee and poop in the backyard?!"
"He's just an official, he has no manners at all."
"You've come just in time. Go and clean up those things yourself."
"I've been dealing with this all day. It's making me sick."
The people at the post station glared at the officials with anger, wishing they could hit them in the face with the shovels covered in orange and yellow stuff.
He had never seen such a disgusting scene.
Everyone within a five-meter radius around the pit was affected.
The walls, flower beds, sweeping brooms, and even the big tree next to the toilet were all sprayed.
What a bunch of beasts!
The officials looked at the shovel in the hands of the postman, which gave off a familiar and disgusting smell, and their eyes suddenly became vague.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
The chief official scolded him guiltily, not daring to look at the people at the post station.
"We were wondering why there was a strange smell when we slept last night."
"I'm not looking for you to settle the score, but you're so bold as to throw dirty water on us."
Anyway, no one saw it last night, so what's the point of not admitting it?
Even if you beat them to death, they will never admit it. They can't afford to lose face.
"Ha!" The postman sneered at the officials.
"Do you want to check the feces and urine footprints at the door of the guest room to see if they are leading to your room?"
The innkeeper angrily pointed at the dry footprints on the ground.
"Look for yourselves. You've kept all the evidence."
"I'm telling you, clean up the disgusting smell of footprints here and upstairs immediately."
"Otherwise I'll go to the door and yell, 'The Imperial Commissioner and his officials are pulling strings in the post station!'"
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