Chapter 79: Breaking into the Imperial City at Night If not now, when?
"Hey, are all the people gone?"
The clear boy's voice trembled a little unnaturally.
Luan Shuangbai emerged from the darkness, his figure as agile as a civet cat, his black eyes scanning around vigilantly.
He was also wearing a long robe and cloak, with his head tucked in. His handsome face was hidden under the scarf covering his mouth and nose, with only his ears standing up high.
It looks sneaky no matter how you look at it.
"It's still eight hundred feet away from the palace, why are you panicking?" Guizhier was very frank.
"I'm not ready yet!"
The cat's tail was stepped on, and the immature tail rose up, revealing the boy's guilty conscience.
Luan Shuangbai never expected that Guizhier would be so bold.
He had previously given enough silver, and Minister Ma searched everywhere, gathering information, and piecing together intelligence like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.
Whenever there is missing information, they will use threats or inducements to ensure that it is complete.
The two worked together to unravel the tangled mess and piece together the general truth.
Now, the only thing left to prove is the final piece of evidence.
The Emperor's Daily Records of the First Year of Chengshuo - kept in the library of the History Museum.
The palace is an important area and is heavily guarded.
"It's a dark and windy night. I calculated with my fingers and it's a good time to break into the palace at night." Guizhier rubbed her hands, full of anticipation.
There was a gleam in her eyes and the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously.
The speed at which the information about the imperial examination cheating was leaked was enough to show that the Daliang Imperial City was leaking information from all sides.
It could be that it was the spies planted by King Yue who fanned the flames, or it could be that it was the internal officials who were wavering and talking too much.
In short, the emperor has lost his absolute control over the court.
If you don't take action now, when will you?
"I shouldn't have told the girl about this!" Luan Shuangbai's eyes darkened when he heard this.
After a moment, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples fiercely, frowning.
He always knew that Guizhier, who seemed gentle and quiet, was the one with the most ideas.
But he didn't expect that the serious matter of killing nine generations of a clan was as casual as making a bowl of braised pork rice in Guizhi'er's mouth.
"Hey, young general, you're a talented warrior who's never failed to capture bandits!" Gui Zhier smiled slyly. "What's there to fear when a brave man faces danger?"
Luan Shuangbai's Adam's apple rolled up and down with difficulty, but he couldn't utter a single word.
What a heart-breaking statement!
"In any case, if we are discovered by the imperial guards, you don't need to worry about me, just retreat first."
General Luan had no choice but to compromise.
The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the stars are dimmed.
Covered in heavy ink, two huge black bats targeted the gaps in the guards' patrols, climbed over the wall, and shuttled through the imperial city.
The copper nails of the vermilion-painted palace gate shone coldly, like the sinister eyes of a dark giant beast.
The eunuch on duty held a lantern and took small steps, barely breaking through the darkness around him.
When the wind blows, the brome grass on the wall rustles.
"I'm afraid it's going to rain." The eunuch on duty looked up and didn't see the moon. He muttered something and hurried away.
Princess Yuhe wants to drink bird's nest and lotus seed porridge, so he has to notify the imperial kitchen.
There is no time to lose.
The two people in night clothes tapped their toes lightly, and like swallows, they skimmed the water three times, flew over the Dragon Pond in the palace, and hid among the overlapping rockery.
At first, Luan Shuangbai was worried that Gui Zhier would not be able to keep up.
But he soon realized that he was worrying too much.
He jumped up with a cloud-ladder move, and Guizhier used the Eight Steps to Chase the Chan, following closely.
No matter how fast or slow, Guizhier can always catch up with her nimble body.
There seems to be some energy left.
With a "crack", lightning danced wildly like a silver snake.
The night rain finally arrived, and thunder exploded with a loud rumble. In an instant, bean-sized raindrops crackled onto the glazed tile roof of the palace.
After the rain, the moss between the bricks and tiles became even more slippery.
Luan Shuangbai didn't step firmly and slipped and lost his balance.
Gui Zhier flashed and approached like a ghost. She reached out and accurately grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up.
The boy lifted his feet off the ground and swayed twice in the air.
The colored glaze clanged under the heavy rain, and the roof had turned into a vast ocean with ripples layer upon layer.
Luan Shuangbai's ears felt hot again, this time out of embarrassment.
"Be careful." Guizhier whispered softly, her eyes bright as stars, full of excitement.
"The History Museum is ahead." Luan Shuangbai lowered his voice. When he was ordered to accompany Princess Yuhe for entertainment, he had already memorized the layout of the palace.
At three o'clock in the morning, the guards on duty at the library had just finished their rotation and there would be no changes in the short term.
The patrolling imperial guards would only pass by once every half an hour.
The two looked at each other in tacit understanding.
Luan Shuangbai descended from the sky, and swung his right hand from top to bottom, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, accurately hitting the back of a guard's neck.
The other man was horrified and was about to fight back, but Guizhier easily put him to sleep.
In an instant, the two guards collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud before they could even make a sound.
The rain trickled down the helmet tassels and armor plates.
To ensure safety, Guizhi blew a little Ten Fragrance Softening Muscle Powder into each of their nostrils.
"Young General, go find the Emperor's daily records yourself." Gui Zhi'er said mysteriously, "I heard that before the palace examination, the examination papers for the Spring Examination were all filed here."
"I'm looking for a scroll from an old friend."
On a rainy night in the palace, water splashes like silver beads.
The old concubines, awakened from their sleep, twirled their Buddhist beads, heavy with worry. In his dreams, the current emperor was overwhelmed by the urgent military reports from Lingnan, his brow furrowed with worry.
No one knew that two uninvited guests were walking freely in the library.
With a "clang", a faint orange-red light from the fire starter jumped up.
Rows of tall bookshelves gradually became clear in the light and shadow, filled with a dazzling array of classics. There were heavy and ancient historical works, as well as beautifully bound collections of poetry and prose.
The most important of these is probably the requirements for court archiving.
The daily records of the emperor recorded in detail his daily words and deeds, while the imperial edicts and memorials reflected the major events of the dynasty truthfully.
Guizhier went straight to the examination papers which were placed most prominently.
The emperor wanted to investigate a cheating case, and the Imperial City Officials worked diligently, going in and out of the library many times to sort the spring examination papers into different categories.
It was just convenient for her to read.
In the subjects of poetry, essays, and classics, many students who received special care and were allowed to change their papers had their original handwritten papers placed together with the papers that were transcribed with their names changed.
The contrast is obvious.
"The candidate is Pei Mingrui, whose courtesy name is Zide, and whose ancestral home is..." Guizhier narrowed her eyes.
The youngest son of the Pei family, the chief judge of the Dali Temple—is this correct?
There were still oil stains from the salted fish on the surface of the scroll. The gray-yellow spots were very ugly, and seemed to emit a faint stench of decay.
"The volume is like the person, ugly."
Guizhier made a conclusion and picked up a corner of the paper with disgust.
"System, this is it." She summoned in her mind.
"Are you sure you want to waste your contribution points on tasks other than the main quest?" The system's mechanical voice was flat and indifferent.
"Three contribution points for a thousand color copies shouldn't be too expensive, right?"
Guizhier shrugged her shoulders, her eyes lazy and unruly, with no intention of regretting at all.
But the ten taels of silver that the Dali Temple official Pei family ran away with is not a lot!
He braved the pouring rain at night and broke into the imperial city, passed through the palace and avoided the imperial guards, just to make this cheating paper public.
The host is too vindictive.
The system is difficult to understand.
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