Gou is passive in high martial arts

Chapter 6 Infant Swill Buckets
"Dong Da? Dong Da?"

Zhang Sheng suddenly pushed his companion who was walking in a daze beside him, and asked a little puzzled, "What are you so silly about?"

Dong Da came back to his senses, shook his head and said:

"It's nothing, it's not that I haven't slept all night, and I'm not in a good mood."

"Then you can cheer up. Those practitioners from the Liang Kingdom are very fierce. We have to watch carefully when we are patrolling. If there is anything wrong, we will report it immediately."

"I know."

Dong Da nodded, followed behind Zhang Sheng, a few steps behind, and looked left and right.

This is the outskirts of the imperial city, and there are rows of houses with simple layout, most of which are the residences of the musicians of Taichang Temple.

When it comes to Taichang Temple, which is in charge of rituals and music, people may not be familiar with it.

But when it comes to another official organization with similar functions——Jiaofangsi, it must be very popular.

The same is about dance and music. The Secretary of the Jiaofang is inside, and he comes to smoke and drink in private.

But Emperor Wen of Liang, Su Yu, was a man of elegance, and he only loved Yangchun Baixue, and he didn't like the melody.

Therefore, the job that should have been held by the Jiaofang Division was also handed over to Taichang Temple, so that the Jiaofang Division was almost unemployed...

Chen Kuang was originally a loose official in the Taichang Temple's Taiyue Department. Don't look at him as a musician who came and went as soon as he was called by high-ranking officials, but in fact he also has a serious official title from the eighth rank.

If one day he can return to the family that blinded him and sold him a bucket of rice, it can be regarded as a return home.

The shapes of these residences are not bad, and it is extremely difficult to distinguish them.

But fortunately, the musician told him a characteristic that is easier to judge——

There was a crabapple tree with very low branches at the entrance of his and Lezheng's residence, and every time he passed by, his hair would be shaved.

Dong Da fixed his eyes and observed carefully.

I found that there were crabapples planted at the door of half of the houses, and they were half withered at the moment, and the ground was covered with red flowers.

Dong Da: "..."

He shouldn't have believed in that blind man's evil!
A blind man only knows what trees are in front of his own house, how can he know what is in front of others?
It's really bad luck to run for nothing!

Dong Da spat, and when the next shift comes, he must make this blind man look good!

He walked a few steps quickly, and was about to catch up with Zhang Sheng, but suddenly stopped.

Take a closer look.

"There don't seem to be many portals with Haitang. If you search for them all, it won't take too much effort..."

Originally, the patrol task was randomly drawn from among the jailers who were resting in their shifts, but today he took the initiative to take the task, and the corporal also praised him for being self-motivated.

The patrol routes are fixed, but the hours are flexible... as long as another person can help perjury.

Dong Da pondered for a moment, then suddenly clutched his stomach, and cried out, whoops.

Zhang Sheng heard the movement and turned back nervously:
"What's wrong? But what's going on?!"

Dong Da's face is painful:

"I, I have a stomachache, maybe I ate something unclean yesterday..."

Zhang Sheng has no doubts:

"No wonder you are always restless today, what should I do?"

"Hey, how about you, you go on patrol first, I'll go to the house next to me to relieve myself, and I'll catch up later."

"This... is also good."

Zhang Sheng exhorted:
"Hurry up, I'll wait for you for a quarter of an hour at most!"

Dong Da hurriedly nodded.

Watching Zhang Sheng go away, Dong Da hastily rushed into the next few houses and began to rummage indiscriminately.

"Where is it? The golden cup and glazed box, this blind man really dares to say, a few little musicians, no matter how many rewards, how about these things?"

"If the emperor really appreciated it, would he still live in this crappy place? You really think I'm a fool!"

He is not stupid, when the musician was about to die, he must have said nine lies and one truth, how exaggerated and how exaggerated.

Dong Da twirled a silver ingot that came out, and smiled triumphantly:

"However... as long as I can find this truth, I will make money. If he didn't lie, I will make a lot of money!"

There were about 50 taels of silver buried in the cellar under the bed in front of him. Sure enough, it was not as much as the so-called 200 taels, but it was beyond his imagination.

Dong Da saw it hot, thought for a while, stuffed the ingot of silver in his hand into the skirt of his clothes, and then buried the other silver.

Liang Guo's official bank is not easy to sell, but a low-level person like him has his own way.

When exiting the narrow cellar, a puppet suddenly fell from the upper bed.

The puppet is very old, and the sewing technique is extremely bad. The stuffed cotton and millet leaked out, and the original appearance is no longer visible.

The words sewn on it are faintly recognizable, which is "the family is poor and incompetent, and the children will not return".

"...What the hell?"

Dong Da frowned and threw it aside.

He closed the cellar, counted the time, and muttered:

"I still don't look for the glazed box. Isn't it nonsense? How could a musician be rewarded with a elixir only for the emperor?"

Dong Da turned around, and suddenly saw a pitch-black figure standing at the door, looking straight at him with a pair of scarlet eyes.

"You said... what elixir?"

Dong Da was so frightened that he took two steps back and fell to the ground, terrified.

"Black, black armored guard?! Me, me, me, I didn't do anything, I just, I just had a stomachache, and I was looking for a latrine..."

The Black Armored Guards are different from the Black Armored Army, they are Li Hongling's [-] personal guards, and they are the ones who monitor the cell through spiritual consciousness.

The black armored guard took a step forward impatiently.

Dong Da's arm flew out in an instant!
Blood was spilled all over the place.

"I said, I said!"

Dong Da was in cold sweat from the pain, and said hoarsely: "The musician said that Lezheng was close to Emperor Liang, and was given a elixir, and he put it in the glass box!"

The black armored guard nodded: "Very good."

Dong Da breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt the cold gauntlet grab the top of his head, and he lifted it up forcefully.

He raised his head in a daze, and found that his gaze was getting higher and higher...

Until he met the scarlet eyes of the black guard.

"Search for me!"

The black armored guard let go of his hand, and the head still rolled to the ground.

Behind him, a large number of soldiers in black armor poured into the street and began to search door to door.

Zhang Sheng who had just left was also arrested and his head was beheaded on the spot.

The black armored guard seemed to think of something, and ordered:
"This matter must not be disclosed. Who are the jailers now? The musician and...forget it, there are only 15 people around, let's kill them all."

He waved his hand, and his subordinates retreated respectfully.

……

Chen Kuang was holding the bowl of vegetables and rice, and felt a fiery gaze like an incandescent lamp cast over him.

He squinted to the side, and there was indeed a short figure sticking to the railing anxiously.

"Gudu."

Swallowed.

The cell is spacious and echoing.

Chen Kuang was amused secretly, glanced at the rice with vegetables, and suddenly sighed regretfully:
"Hey, why is there a bug in this rice, how can I eat it now?"

"Left and right have no appetite, it's better to forget it."

He pretended to be groping around in a daze, and said annoyedly:

"But I have to sleep in these places, so where should I go? Why isn't there a slop bucket in the dungeon?"

Next to it, a mysterious voice said seriously:

"Here and here, the slop bucket is here."

"Really? Where?"

"You can't see it, let me tell you, you just need to take three steps forward and move a little bit to the right."

"Oh……"

Chen Kuang walked over and stood still, holding back a smile and trying not to look at the serious kid in front of him.

She raised her head and stared straight at the bottom of the bowl.

Taking a precise sideways step under his feet, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, here it is, you can pour."

Chen Kuang tilted the bowl in his hand, and the thin pickled rice flowed down like a waterfall.

The eyes of the juvenile slop bucket were shining, and he raised his head and opened his mouth to catch it.

She is also very talented, and she swallowed all the porridge in her mouth without closing her mouth.

Mrs. Liang Guo looked at the big and the young, one dared to fall, the other dared to pick up, she was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)