"Dong Da? Dong Da?"
Zhang Sheng suddenly pushed his dazed companion next to him and asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"
Dong Da came back to his senses and shook his head.
"It's nothing. I just didn't sleep all night and I'm not in a good mood."
"Then you better be alert. Those Liang cultivators are very aggressive. We need to watch carefully when we patrol. If anything seems amiss, report it immediately."
"I know."
Dong Da nodded, followed Zhang Sheng, and took a few steps behind, looking left and right.
This is the outskirts of the imperial city. The houses are lined up one after another with a simple layout. Most of them are residences of musicians from the Taichang Temple.
People may not be familiar with the Taichang Temple, which is in charge of rituals and music.
But when it comes to another official agency with similar functions - the Jiaofangsi, it is definitely a household name.
When it comes to dance and music, the Jiaofangsi is open to the public, allowing people to smoke and drink in private without any taboos. The Taichang Temple is externally responsible for sacrificial music and dance, and ancestral temple rituals, and is the face of the emperor.
But Emperor Wen of Liang, Su Yu, was a man of elegance and refinement. He only liked the fine arts and did not like decadent music.
Therefore, the work that should have been done by the Jiaofangsi was handed over to the Taichang Temple, so that the Jiaofangsi was almost out of work...
Chen Kuang was originally an official in the Taiyue Bureau of the Taichang Temple. Although he was a musician who was summoned and dismissed at will by high-ranking officials, he actually had an official title of eighth rank.
If one day he could return to the family that blinded him and sold him for a bushel of rice, it would be considered a glorious return.
The structures of these residences are very similar and difficult to distinguish.
But fortunately, the musician told him a feature that was easier to judge:
There was a crabapple tree with low branches in front of the door of his and Le Zheng's residence, and his hair would be scratched every time he passed by.
Dong Da looked at it intently and observed it carefully.
I found that half of the houses had crabapple trees planted at their doorsteps, but they were now half-withered, with fallen petals covering the ground.
Dong Da: “…”
He shouldn't have believed that blind man!
A blind man only knows what trees are in front of his own doorstep, but how can he know what is in front of other people’s doors?
It’s such bad luck to have made this trip for nothing!
Dong Da spat and said that he would teach this blind man a lesson during his next shift!
He took a few quick steps and was about to catch up with Zhang Sheng, but suddenly stopped.
Looked at it more carefully.
"There don't seem to be many portals with crabapples. If I search them all, it won't take too much effort..."
Originally, patrol assignments were randomly drawn from the prison guards on their shifts, but today he took the initiative to take on the task, and the sergeant even praised him for his ambition.
Patrol routes are fixed, but hours are flexible...as long as another person can help with perjury.
Dong Da had just thought it over when he suddenly covered his stomach and cried out.
Zhang Sheng heard the noise and turned around nervously:
"What's wrong? What's going on?!"
Dong Da looked painful:
"I, I have a stomachache. Maybe I ate something unclean yesterday..."
Zhang Sheng had no suspicion:
"No wonder you're so restless today. What should I do?"
"Hey, why don't you go on patrol first? I'll go to the house next door to relieve myself and I'll catch up later."
"That... is fine."
Zhang Sheng warned:
"Hurry up, I can't wait for you for more than a quarter of an hour!"
Dong Dalian nodded quickly.
After watching Zhang Sheng go away, Dong Da rushed into the nearby houses and began to search randomly.
"Where are they? The golden cup and the glass box, how dare this blind man say that? A few little musicians, no matter how much reward they receive, can they get these things?"
"If the emperor really appreciated me, why would he live in this shabby place? Do you really think I'm a fool?"
He is not stupid. When this musician speaks before his death, it is certain that nine out of ten words are lies and one out of ten are true, and his words are as exaggerated as possible.
Dong Da turned the silver ingot he found out and chuckled proudly:
"But... as long as I can find this to be true, I'll make a profit. If he's not lying, I'll make a fortune!"
There were about fifty taels of silver buried in the cellar under the bed in front of him. It was indeed not as much as the so-called two hundred taels, but it was beyond his imagination.
Dong Da was jealous. After thinking for a while, he stuffed the silver ingot in his hand into his lapel and then buried the rest of the silver.
It was not easy to spend the official silver of Liang State, but a low-class person like him had his own way.
When exiting the narrow cellar, a rag doll suddenly fell from the bed above.
The doll was very old and the sewing workmanship was extremely poor. The cotton and millet filling leaked out from inside and its original appearance was no longer recognizable.
The words sewn on it are vaguely visible: "The family is poor and incompetent, and the lonely child has no place to return home."
“…What the hell is this?”
Dong Da frowned and threw it aside.
He closed the cellar, calculated the time, and muttered:
"Let's not look for the glass box. Isn't that ridiculous? 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, with a pair of scarlet eyes staring at him.
"What kind of elixir are you talking about?"
Dong Da was so frightened that he took two steps back and fell to the ground, terrified.
"Black-Black Armor Guard?! I, I, I, I, I didn't do anything. I just had a stomachache and was looking for a toilet..."
The Black Armor Guards are different from the Black Armor Army. They are Li Hongling's twenty personal guards, and they are the ones who monitor the prison cells through spiritual awareness.
The black-armored guard took a step forward impatiently.
One of Dong Da's arms flew out instantly!
Blood was splattered all over the ground.
"I tell you, I tell you!"
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