Chapter 6: Bowing to My Past Self
"Tell me in detail!"
Inside the car, Zhao Duan's eyes changed slightly.
Zhu Kui explained:
"According to your instructions, my lord, I led some people to hide in the distance to monitor this place, but unexpectedly I found a familiar face.
At first I thought I was mistaken, but after careful identification, I confirmed that it was one of Zhang Changshuo's trusted subordinates. This person sneaked into the inn opposite Dingfeng Tower and leaned against the window, looking in your direction.
After a pause, he added:
"I didn't dare to alert the enemy. I only vaguely saw the glimmer of magic, which seemed to be using a recording scroll."
Recording scroll... Zhao Duan was stunned. In the original owner's memory, it was a consumable "magic weapon" produced by the Tianshi Mansion. It could record images and had the ability to "penetrate".
Here’s how to use it:
Those holding the scroll can temporarily gain "clairvoyance" and transform the scene they see into a picture on the scroll...with sound...
Zhao Duan felt that the sorcerer who invented this magic weapon was somewhat dishonest.
Because it can be used by ordinary people and has a wide range of applications, it is sold at a high price.
It is not surprising that Zhang Changshuo was able to obtain it, but it is interesting that he sent people to follow him and record secretly.
Considering the cause and effect, how could Zhao Duan not guess the other party's intention?
"When the wall falls, everyone pushes it..." Zhao Duan frowned.
In the past, just meeting with Wang Xian privately would not be enough to pose a threat.
But right now, it’s different.
The other party was willing to spend a lot of money to take secret photos of herself, obviously wanting to make a big deal out of it.
The "fishing" plan had just been launched. If Zhang Changshuo was impatient and reported the matter to the higher authorities, Zhao Duan's "self-rescue" plan would likely be forced to fail.
Something must be done...
"Sir," Zhu Kui, a loyal dog with a face full of flesh, observed his expression and raised his hand to make a "kill" gesture, "Do you want me to take the things back?"
Zhao Duan glanced at him and asked, "Do you really want me to die?"
Not to mention that attacking a colleague was exactly what the other party wanted, just the fact that Zhang Changshuo dared to take action meant that he could not have been unprepared.
If you rush to grab it rashly, it is likely to push the situation into a worse situation.
What he fears most now is risk.
"Don't worry about it, just pretend you didn't see it."
Zhao Duan's mind was turning, and he had already come up with an idea:
"Return to the yamen, immediately, right now!"
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The other side.
In a private room of a teahouse.
Zhang Changshuo, with his handsome appearance and small mustache, stood beside the table.
A scroll was spread out on the table, with a dynamic picture slowly appearing in the center and faint sounds of conversation echoing.
"good!"
Zhang Changshuo clapped his hands and laughed, his spirits high:
"Finally, I caught you."
On the side, a trusted official echoed:
"This thief Zhao is used to being arrogant and rampant. At this critical moment, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. He even dared to attack the Ning'an County Master. He is truly seeking death."
Zhang Changshuo was in a good mood, shaking his head and saying:
"Emperor Taizu once said that if Heaven wishes to destroy someone, it will first drive him mad... This thief, relying on your Majesty's slight favor, is acting recklessly. How foolish is he?
I originally thought that he would restrain himself a little after committing such a big mistake, but unexpectedly, he became even more arrogant. He was probably taking out the anger he had suffered during the day on this county magistrate.
He will not know that his actions have already caught my attention."
Thinking that Zhao Duan was still in the dark and knew nothing about his methods, Zhang Changshuo couldn't help but feel that his intelligence was superior.
"Sir, when will this scroll be delivered?" asked the confidant.
"No hurry, wait a little longer," Zhang Changshuo thought for a moment and said:
"This alone is not enough. Only when Zhao the thief actually fulfills his promise and interferes with the Ministry of Justice will it be considered strong evidence."
He planned to personally present the evidence to the palace and step on Zhao Duan, the pretty boy, to take the throne in front of the empress.
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"Let's stop right here."
When the carriage turned into a deserted street, Zhao Duan woke up from his nap and said.
Zhu Kui, the driver, was stunned:
"Sir, it's still two blocks away from the government office."
"I know," Zhao Duan said calmly:
"You guys wait here, don't move, I'll buy... I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he jumped out of the car and disappeared at the end of the dim street in a black robe.
Zhu Kui held the horse whip, leaned against the carriage, and muttered softly.
For some reason, he always felt that there was something different about his master.
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far away.
Zhao Duan walked alone for two blocks, and after making sure that no one was following him, he came to the back wall of Baima Prison.
Avoiding the front and back main gates, he looked at the gray brick wall that was about ten feet high. A breath of energy flowed through his dantian and suddenly sank into his legs. He jumped up and flew into the courtyard.
"With this kind of Qinggong, if he were to film a movie in the future, he could become a Kung Fu star... Well, it's more likely that he has no connections and will be used as a stunt double..."
Zhao Duan landed lightly on the ground, feeling quite fresh about the martial arts in this world.
However, now is not the time to explore and practice, I can only survive this disaster first.
Under the cover of night, the yamen was cold and quiet.
Zhao Duan was familiar with the route and arrived at the back court, the residence of the highest official of the Baima Prison, "Sijian".
The back hall is the residence allocated to the supervisor. At this moment, the lights in the back hall are brightly on. Through the window paper, one can see the owner of the room sitting at the desk, apparently processing official documents.
Zhao Duan took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then knocked on the door lightly.
"Enter."
A slightly old voice was heard, and unlike the stereotype of "eunuch" in TV dramas, the voice was not sharp.
Zhao Duan pushed open the door and candlelight escaped from the crack.
The room was simply furnished, with a table in the middle piled with scattered books and documents.
An oil lamp is as small as a bean.
Afterwards, an old eunuch with gray hair, deep eye sockets, and wearing a loose robe put down his brush. The moment he saw the person coming, his brows furrowed.
"Is there something wrong?"
The tone is cold and the attitude is distant.
The relationship between Lao Sijian and Zhao Duan is not ideal.
On the one hand, this is because the original owner’s “personality” is too bad, and everyone hates him. On the other hand, it is because of the accumulated disappointment after living together for a long time.
In fact, at the beginning, before the original owner had an affair with the empress, his character was not bad, in fact, he was very good.
The old supervisor was therefore considerate of the original owner, and the two sides had a harmonious relationship.
In fact, the reason why the original owner was able to catch the Empress's eye was also due to the help of the old supervisor.
It is not an exaggeration to say that I am grateful for your support.
But after the original owner came to power, the relationship between the two gradually deteriorated.
They had never had a tit-for-tat confrontation, but the old supervisor had repeatedly advised the original owner to stop being arrogant, which made the original owner quite disgusted.
Later, the original owner offended many people outside, including some powerful people, and they came to the prison to seek justice.
The old supervisor tried to help the original owner resolve the situation many times, asking him to apologize and bow his head so that the matter could be put to rest, but he was not grateful in return.
Instead, he said, "Why should I bow my head? Why should you meddle in my business?"
As a result, the old eunuch, who had experienced ups and downs in the court for half his life, gradually became disappointed with the original owner, and eventually, they became almost strangers.
If Zhang Changshuo is an enemy, then Lao Sijian is purely a friendly unit that was destroyed by the original owner himself.
"Can't I come to visit you if there's nothing else?" Zhao Duan said with a smile.
The old supervisor chuckled inwardly and said sarcastically:
"You got into trouble and now you're here to clean up after me? My mere fifth-rank official robes are incapable of protecting you from the swords of the entire court. Leave now."
He had a preconceived notion that Zhao Duan came to ask him to speak in good terms for him because he had let the rebels go.
As soon as he said this, he regretted it.
Because he had said similar words many times, and each time, he was only met with Zhao Duan's rebellious cold words.
However, this time Zhao Duan was just stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said:
"I'm not asking for mercy."
He walked across the table and gently pushed the priceless ivory folding fan with dragon carvings that Ning'an County Master had compensated him to the old eunuch, and bowed sincerely.
"I want to apologize to you."
The old supervisor was stunned.
(End of this chapter)
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