Chapter 44 Zhao Duan: You are surrounded by me
The priest invited by the Tianshi Mansion?
Zhao Duan was cheered up and his expectations were high.
If there was anything he was curious about in this world, apart from the Empress's measurements, the second one would be "Sorcerer".
Following my line of sight, night rolled in like a tide, and flocks of birds took flight nearby.
The space in the courtyard twisted and squirmed, like a skilled painter picking up a brush and outlining a golden-rimmed figure out of thin air, and the translucent girl gradually became clearer.
Become real:
She was wearing a well-cut black priest robe embroidered with gold thread, had a petite figure, and had black hair with slightly curled ends.
The eyes on the slightly pale face were unfocused and looked a little dull.
The girl's clothes fluttered and her boots floated in the air, perfectly making up for the height difference.
"This is the current generation of Zhudian Tongzi from the Tianshi Mansion, the old Tianshi's direct female disciple, Jin Jian. According to the rules, only an ordinary priest should be sent here, but Priest Jin Jian volunteered, so she will protect you from now on."
Sun Lianying introduced with an expression that said, "You are really lucky, kid."
Then, he introduced to the girl:
"He is Zhao Duan, the person the priest is here to protect."
The boy with red dots?
Oh...it seems that within the Tianshi Mansion system, all sorcerers who are personally taught by the "Tianshi" are called "Zhudian Tongzi".
Only extremely talented disciples can receive this honor.
I found a treasure... and it's so beautiful... Zhao Duan was surprised and smiled warmly:
"My name is Zhao Duan, I have long heard of your name."
Until this moment, Jin Jian's scattered eyes finally came into focus. He stared at him carefully for a moment, and his voice was ethereal:
"It's you."
Zhao Duan was stunned and didn't understand what he meant. He just thought it was because he was "famous" and the other party had heard of him.
"I will stay by your side and show up if anything happens."
The mysterious girl said, and then her figure seemed to be diluted and disappeared into thin air.
"Ah, this... sir?" Zhao Duan looked at the old eunuch in confusion.
Sun Lianying coughed dryly and said:
"The disciples of the Heavenly Master are highly skilled practitioners and have their own tempers. There's no need to overthink it."
No... It's not a question of overthinking it or not, it's just that I'm not sure... Zhao Duan was bitter.
He highly suspected that people's attitude was because he had a bad reputation, looked down on him, and were unwilling to talk to him.
After the old eunuch left, he stood in front of the courtyard and called out several times, "Priest Jin Jian?"
But there was no response, as if they had really disappeared.
"grown ups--"
At this time, Zhu Kui came running outside:
"The report from the imperial court said there's some movement!"
Zhao Duan put aside his attention to the girl and said solemnly:
"Take me to see it. Oh, and I'm going to tell Zhou Cang about this. Are you ready?"
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As the night deepened, the bustling streets of the capital became deserted.
At dusk, a "night-scented carriage" drove into Zhang Jia Dalang's house from the back door.
There were no flush toilets in those days, so wealthy families stored their excrement in the outhouses and hired someone to clean it up every once in a while.
For example, the imperial palace even had special doors for carts transporting excrement.
The elegant name for feces is "night fragrance". It can only be said that human beings are so hypocritical.
The night-scented carriage stayed in the mansion for a full hour before slowly returning from the back door fully loaded.
One person was driving, and another, a poop scooper in ragged linen clothes, was guarding the car. It was warm in the summer and the stench was overwhelming. Both of them covered their mouths and noses with face towels, covering most of their faces.
“Lulu…”
The little donkey walked slowly and steadily, wagging its tail to drive away flies.
Passersby along the way tried to avoid him, but when they walked a long way to a remote alley, the night soil collector who was escorting the truck dodged and went into the alley.
He pulled off his veil, revealing two delicate mustaches.
Zhang Changshuo threw away his handkerchief in disgust, endured the smelly clothes, identified the direction, took a step forward with the help of the moonlight, and walked around several turns until he arrived outside a house.
With the help of moonlight, he groped for a thin rope and pulled it hard.
"clang--"
A dull bell rang, accompanied by a unique rhythm.
The owner of the house was startled, and soon the door was torn open:
"who?"
"Cross the south and return north." Zhang Changshuo said the secret code. In order to prevent someone from disguising themselves, they all agreed to have a unique way of contact.
"Come in."
The people inside reached out and pulled him in, and the gate closed.
Zhang Changshuo stepped into the courtyard and followed the other party into the house. Warriors dressed as ordinary people walked out from the left and right side rooms.
The sharp gaze swept over, making him, a scholar, terrified, knowing that these people were the elite private army of Prince Jing's Mansion.
"Please come in." The guide opened the door.
As soon as Zhang Changshuo stepped in, he saw a middle-aged man in a black robe and a black veil covering his face sitting at a round table in the brightly lit room.
"Envoy Zhang, what brings you here so late at night?"
The middle-aged sorcerer stared at him, then frowned and said with disdain:
"Did the envoy fall into the cesspool? It's so filthy."
The other party was the leader of Prince Jing's Mansion in the capital. The two sides had met several times, but their true identities were never revealed from beginning to end.
"Something happened," Zhang Changshuo, who had been deeply troubled by the situation, pretended not to hear and went straight to the point, saying quickly:
"My second brother was arrested by the imperial court..."
He immediately described the situation.
The incident happened suddenly and the middle-aged warlock has not yet learned the news.
He was startled at first, but after hearing the whole story, he calmed down and looked stern:
"Are you sure he was falsely accused and not caught in the act?"
"Sure!"
Zhang Changshuo said angrily with a firm tone:
"That thief Zhao is vindictive and has all the trappings of a clown, but he's a complete idiot. He doesn't even try to hide his intentions. Not content with framing Erlang, he even went so far as to extort a full six thousand taels of silver from him. He's truly despicable!"
Six thousand taels? The middle-aged sorcerer was startled and frowned: "What do you want?"
Zhang Changshuo said:
"The Imperial Court is investigating the firearms case, and I'm afraid it might lead to clues. We share the same fate with Prince Jing, and we implore you to lend a hand, rescue Erlang as soon as possible, and recover the silver."
Sharing weal and woe with the prince...are you worthy enough?
...The middle-aged sorcerer looked down on them, but he thought the Zhang brothers were still useful and it would be a pity to abandon them.
He pondered for a moment and was about to reply when the wind suddenly blew against the window frame. He was alerted and looked up suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Changshuo asked puzzledly.
The middle-aged warlock's eyes were sharp:
"Let me ask you, were you followed by anyone when you came here?"
"Impossible." Zhang Changshuo was quite confident in his disguise.
Who cares about a dung boy?
"No..." There was a green light in the middle-aged sorcerer's pupils, and a strong sense of crisis surged in his heart.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his arm, rushed out of the room, and said to the soldiers in the yard:
"Follow me to evacuate..."
"The moon is beautiful tonight. Friends from the south, where would you like to retreat to?"
Suddenly, a faint voice sounded.
The gate of the courtyard opened with a bang, and several imperial guards rushed in from the left and right, making way for a handsome and tall figure in gorgeous clothes in the middle.
Zhao Duan smiled and said, "Brother Zhang, how are you?"
at the same time.
In the four directions of the entire courtyard, officials from the imperial yamen wearing flying fish uniforms jumped up from the walls and blocked all directions.
He held the military crossbow in his hand, with tempered crossbow arrows stretched tight on the bowstring, ready to be fired.
It seemed that as long as Zhao Duan gave an order, countless arrows would fall like heavy rain, shooting everyone in the yard into hedgehogs.
"Zhao! Du! An!"
Zhang Changshuo was struck by lightning, his eyes bulged out, and he looked at the scene in disbelief.
Don’t you understand that you have been fooled?
"Listen up, everyone in this courtyard! Put down your weapons, or I will kill you without mercy!"
On the top of the wall, Zhou Cang held a torch in one hand and a knife in the other, looking murderous.
He was both surprised and delighted. He didn't expect that Zhao Duan would only take one day to uncover the person behind the case that had left the entire imperial court helpless for a long time.
At the same time, the soldiers in the courtyard drew their swords and surrounded the leader in the center.
The middle-aged sorcerer didn't hesitate at all, his lips moved and his hands made hand gestures.
Suddenly, with it as the center, a huge circular magic circle with a green glow was outlined on the ground.
"Boom..."
The ground paved with blue bricks shook, and in the center of the formation, a pale blue, illusory, huge and burly figure emerged.
"God..."
Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes. It was the second time he had seen the gods of this world after many days.
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