The Empress's First Running Dog

Chapter 44 Zhao Duan: You are surrounded by me

The priest invited by 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, the night rolled in like a tide and flocks of birds took off nearby.

The space in the courtyard twisted and squirmed, just 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. She had a petite figure and her black hair was slightly curled at the 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 Red Dot Boy of this generation of the Tianshi Mansion, the female disciple of the old Tianshi, 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."

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 in the Tianshi Mansion system, all the sorcerers who are taught by the "Tianshi" themselves are called "Red-Dot Boys".

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 said in a disembodied voice:

"It's really you."

Zhao Duan was stunned, not understanding what he meant. He just thought it was because of his "reputation" 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 the air.

"Ah...Sir?" Zhao Duan was confused and looked at the old eunuch.

Sun Lianying coughed dryly and said:
"The disciples of the Heavenly Master are highly skilled practitioners and have their own tempers. Don't think too much about 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 was some movement!"

Zhao Duan stopped paying attention to the girl and said solemnly:

"Take me to see it. Oh, and I'll tell Zhou Cang about it. 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 Jiadalang'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 out every once in a while.

For example, the imperial palace even had special doors for the vehicles used to transport 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 it slowly returned from the back door fully loaded.

One person was driving, and another pet owner in ragged linen clothes was guarding the car. It was warm in summer and the stench was overwhelming. Both of them covered their mouths and noses with face towels, covering most of their faces.

"Laulu..."

The little donkey walked slowly and steadily, wagging its tail to drive away flies.

Pedestrians along the way tried to avoid him, and 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 mask in disgust, endured the stinking clothes, identified the direction, took a step forward with the help of the moonlight, and walked around until he arrived outside a private house.

With the help of moonlight, he found 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, a crack appeared on the door:
"Who?"

"Go south and return north." Zhang Changshuo said the secret code. In order to prevent someone from disguising themselves, they all agreed on a unique way of contact.

"Come in." The person 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 wing 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 already been satiated 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 listening to the whole story, he calmed down and looked stern:
"Are you sure that he was falsely accused and not exposed?"

"Sure!"

Zhang Changshuo said angrily with a firm tone:
"That thief Zhao is vindictive. He has a pretty face but is actually a fool. He doesn't even try to hide his intentions. Not only did he frame Erlang, he even extorted six thousand taels of silver from him. He is really hateful!"

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 that it will lead to clues. We share weal and woe with Prince Jing, and we beg you to lend a hand, rescue Erlang as soon as possible, and get the money back."

Sharing weal and woe with the prince...are you worthy of it?

...The middle-aged sorcerer looked down on them, but he thought that 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 warlock'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 moonlight is beautiful tonight. Friends from the south, where would you like to retreat to?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded faintly.

The gate of the courtyard opened with a bang, and several imperial guards rushed in from the left and right, leaving room 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 a military crossbow in his hand, with the bowstring tightened with tempered crossbow arrows, 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 looked at the scene in disbelief, as if struck by lightning, his eyes bulged out.

Don’t you understand that you have been fooled?

"Listen, 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 only took 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 did not hesitate at all. He moved his lips and made hand gestures.

Suddenly, with it as the center, a huge circular magic circle with green light was outlined on the ground.

"Rumble..."

The blue brick ground 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 saw the gods of this world after many days.

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