I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 37 New Job
"Father, that's a hereditary hundred households!"

"Hundreds of embroidered clothing guards, the official position of the sixth rank."

"Why do you think the neighbors respect you, why do you think the neighbors are kind?"

"Why do you think our family has been going smoothly?"

"Official position is fundamental."

The young man in short clothes clenched the wooden sword in his hand and looked at Xiang Baihu with an angry expression.

Xiang Baihu didn't speak.

There are hundreds of hereditary households, and the sons can inherit the father's business.

Now he took the initiative to let go, resigned and left, and the position of Baihu was given to someone else.

It's not fair to his son.

But he couldn't.

"Why can't you bear the troubles caused by others?"

"Why do you always have to stand up?"

"Have you ever wondered, is this fair to me?"

The young man looked at his father in disbelief.

He doesn't understand!
Losing the tiger skin of Xiuyiwei Baihu, everyone can bully them in the future.

Said to Baihu: "There are some things you don't understand. Go to practice."

Even without this incident, their life in Xiuyiwei would not be easy in the future.

It's just an exchange of benefits.

When the nobles behind him fall, there will always be new nobles who will take over, and they will support new people.

Either fall over or leave.

"What's the use of practicing!"

The young man yelled, and threw the wooden sword in his hand to the ground hard, breaking it into pieces.

bang.

Slam the door away.

Xiang Baihu got up, stretched out his hand to say something, and finally turned into a sigh.

The old woman in the inner room shook her head slightly, but she couldn't blame the old man.

I can only hope that my son will come back after he calms down.

The next morning.

Xiang Baihu went to Jing'anhou's mansion with the booklet.

"Dong dong."

Slap on the side door.

It was an unfamiliar housekeeper who opened the door.

Old Xiang was slightly taken aback, and then said in a low voice: "Please also inform me that I want to see the prince."

"You are?" The housekeeper did not look down on people like a dog. This silver embroidered robe looked majestic, and his size was an official.

And the son is the deputy commander of the army and horse department, so it is normal for the embroidered guards to ask to see him.

It's just that this person doesn't seem to know the news.

"My servant, the hundred households in the southern yamen of the Embroidered Clothes Guard Xianghu."

The housekeeper immediately understood, then shook his head and said, "It is inconvenient for the prince to see guests."

"Please be accommodating." He handed five taels of silver to Xianghu.

The housekeeper didn't accept it, but sighed and said, "You just came back from outside?"

Xiang Hu was rarely surprised, but he nodded quickly and said, "That's right."

He did just come back from the outside, and so many things happened yesterday, it was too late to visit Prince Jing'an Hou.

Coupled with the long-distance raids and marching day and night, everyone was already tired.

I don't have the energy to do anything else.

That's why I took the liberty to come to the door today.

The butler shook his head and closed the door.

Xiang Hu frowned, something must have happened, otherwise why would it be like this.

Since the housekeeper kept his mouth shut, he had no choice but to find other ways.

Xiang Hu put on a black robe, covered up the silver Baihu embroidered Yiwei robe on his body, and went straight to Fangshi.

The square city in Liangdu is very prosperous.

Even though the army was raised in the north, it did not affect Liangdu.

Still luscious, it makes people linger.

Traffickers and pawns walk through the streets, and the windows of the attic pavilions are open.

Xianghu twisted and turned into an alley.

Knock on the door.

Three long and two short.

The small door opened, and a short, middle-aged man with mischievous eyebrows poked out from inside.

"Master Xiang?" The short mouse was slightly surprised.

"Short mouse, I want to see the old ghost."

"Please come in."

Dianshu gave half of his body to the side and put Xianghu in.

At the same time, he patrolled the alleys left and right, as if he was afraid of what would come to Baihu.

The little door closed.

The courtyards with two entrances are very closed, allowing people to enter but not to exit. The high-walled courtyard forms a large shadow.

"A rare guest, have you finished your business with your lord?"

Before the person arrives, the sound has arrived.

Sorrowful.

Stepping out of the shadows was a young man, dark and ordinary.

No one would pay attention to such a country boy on the road.

The old ghost saw Xiang Baihu's empty sleeves, and his face throbbed.

With a gloomy look, his voice was lowered: "Who did it."

"Spirit, don't do anything."

Xiang Baihu didn't want to say more about his severed hand.

"Yihonglou hasn't opened the door yet, I know you didn't go."

"I have a matter with you. You are well informed. I want to know what happened to Crown Prince Jing'an?"

The old ghost hesitated for a while, as if he was trying to organize his words: "I don't know where Prince Jing'an came back from. The Embroidery Guard's mission is very secret, and I can't find out."

"It is said that he went out to deal with Gui Chong, and was injured, even his legs and feet were injured."

"In this life, I probably won't be able to walk normally."

As the voice fell, there was a buzzing sound to Baihu's head, and there was a muffled thunder.

It’s over.

It would be okay if the injury was in an invisible place, but it happened to hurt the leg.

In the previous dynasty, there was a prince who injured his leg and was directly deposed, let alone the prince of the Hou family.

"No wonder." Xiang Baihu murmured.

No wonder he just returned, and he returned with merit, Bai Fat Qianhu couldn't bear it anymore.

It turned out that the nobleman behind had no chance of recovery.

Possibly even life-threatening.

"Master Xiang?" the young ghost shouted, pulling Xiang Hu out of his thoughts.

Xiang Hu nodded slightly: "Thank you."

"I have decided to resign from the position of Baihu. You should be more careful in the future, and don't be targeted by the embroidered clothes guard."

Xiang Hu exhorted.

"Master Xiang, Prince Jing'an, he probably won't survive. He still has a healthy brother."

"Why don't you follow others?" the old ghost asked.

Xiang Hu didn't answer, but asked instead: "I got the news from you, why didn't you accept my money?"

"That's because Mr. Xiang is kind to me."

"Yes, because of grace."

Go to the tiger.

He never mentioned changing courts.

I didn't think about it that way either.

If he wanted to, he could actually do it. Even if he was 50 years old and had a broken arm, second-rate masters were also scarce in the court.

Such a talent, one person can be dozens of ordinary people.

Staying by your side is better for security.

Unfortunately, he didn't want to do that.

At this age, all edges and corners should be smoothed out. ,
If you haven't thought about it, it's too boring to live in a daze.

Xianghu got up early and handed over the booklet.

The order from above will come down soon.

However, he did not agree to Xiang Baihu's resignation, but took away the title of hereditary Baihu and threw Xianghu to the prison of Xiuyiwei as a porter.

Deliver food and meals, inspect prisons.

Generally, the old embroidered guards would be sent there.

After stripping off the silver-white Baihu gown, he changed into a black embroidered sweater robe, hung a waist knife, and Xianghu arrived at the gate of the prison.

The prison is both a cage and a tomb.

Apart from dying in battle, the Embroidered Guards would not have a normal retirement, because many things they did could not be told to others.

The imperial court will not allow them to leave alone.

Even if it's just an ordinary soldier.

The old embroidered guards will be thrown into the prison, and will be swallowed up by the prison after a long time.

The embroidered guards who came to the big prison didn't complain either.

At least in front of the job, you can still lead the ring.

Living numbly and mechanically.

Tu Shanjun in the soul streamer had bright eyes.

Great prison.

Isn't this a natural training ground?
If one or two death row prisoners die, no one will know.

Moreover, he kills directly by pulling out the soul, and there seems to be no wound on the outside.

It is perfectly possible to fake a natural death.

"We must tell him to practice the scriptures, and try to feel Qi first." Tu Shanjun made up his mind.

In fact, he had already tried it last night.

Unfortunately, it ended in failure.

It's not the banner master, and without the support of mana, Tu Shanjun can't cast the dream spell at all.

For Tu Shanjun, the situation is a bit dire.

Xiang Huxin received his waist card and entered the prison.

(End of this chapter)