Three people rode one horse, galloping all the way from the east city of the inner city to the north.
Qiu Zhuo sat in the middle, holding her aunt's shoulders and enjoying herself very much.
Chen Yanjun was in the rear, and it was difficult to support others. He held the horse's buttocks between his legs and managed to maintain an elegant balance.
The white horse is powerful. The greater the pressure on its back, the faster it runs.
"This woman is too strong, don't let her lead you!"
Chen Yanjun thought to himself.
The northern part of Dongcheng is the gathering area for the princes and nobles of Chang'an, almost full of high-level civil and military officials of the current dynasty.
For example, there is a prince who moved from the East Palace to the Xingqing Palace, just to the north of Daozhengfang.
For example, there is Daningfang where Eunuch Qiu’s family lived.
After Eunuch Qiu came to power, he moved to the West City, built a mountain on the West City, and built a Tongtian Temple on the mountain. He sat in the Tongtian Temple and remotely controlled the Shence Army all over the inner city.
Today, most of the people living in Daningfang and several surrounding villages are officials who have taken refuge with Eunuch Qiu.
For example, there is the Sixteenth Prince's House in the northwest corner.
Originally, King Zhong Li Mao lived here. After taking power in Jingzhao Mansion, King Zhong moved his palace to the outer city, close to where his main army was.
"It seems that the powerful ones are staying away from the imperial city and away from the radiation range of Tianyuan Palace and Si Tianjian."
To the north of the East City, the newly built palace on the square outline of the original Chang'an City is the Daming Palace.
In previous history, starting from Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, seventeen emperors of the Tang Dynasty handled government affairs here. It was the most magnificent palace complex in the Tang Dynasty and even in the world at that time, with an area larger than Taiji Palace.
However, after the Xianwu era, the status of the palace has declined day by day. Famous mountains, famous temples, famous pagodas, and even the famous buildings in the Imperial College... are all Xianjia buildings with more aura than the palace.
Therefore, even though the imperial power of Li and Tang Dynasties has weakened to this point, the three major palaces in Chang'an City, Taiji Palace, Daming Palace, and Xingqing Palace, are still in the hands of the Li family.
Nowadays, the person living in the Daming Palace is, except for the legendary late emperor Li Longji, the strongest member of the Li family today and the last face of the Li family——
The eldest princess, Li Yue.
It is said that she is a reclusive Taoist nun who cultivates both Taoism and Buddhism and has reached the second level.
It was Li Yue who single-handedly established the Prison Suppression Department.
Many of the core institutions of the Prison Suppression Department are hidden in the Daming Palace.
Murong Ye galloped on his horse and led Chen Yanjun and the others straight into the Daming Palace.
When passing Wangxian Gate, Murong Ye didn't even dismount his horse for inspection. He whistled for the prison guard to let him through and ran straight past.
This shows that Bad Commander Yinhu holds a transcendent status within the Prison Suppression Department.
After entering the Daming Palace, Chen Yanjun felt a little confused.
Unexpectedly, I came to the dream scene I had imagined in such a blur, and I couldn't help but sigh:
"This is the Daming Palace. It's my first time here and there's no sense of ceremony at all... Times have really changed."
The Daming Palace best reflects the scene of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
As the horse rode deeper, Chen Yanjun vaguely saw the flying skirt corners on the Hanliang Palace, the spring breeze and autumn mist in the Taiye Pond, and even the Taibai drinking on the high platform of the Liyuan, the Moon Palace of the Ming Emperor... He just lamented that this person has passed away, and things have changed.
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A mountain plain that symbolizes the dragon's veins runs north from Fanchuan in the southwest of Chang'an for sixty miles. After entering the Daming Palace, the terrain is as high as a dragon's head, so it is called the Dragon Head Plain.
Today, Longshou Plain is dotted with Buddhist temples and Taoist temples, hundreds of them so densely packed that it is difficult to tell them apart.
It is said that the eldest princess lives in one of them.
Times, after all, have changed.
Today's Daming Palace is very cold. Occasionally, some princes, princes, and grandsons are reading and playing in it, and some criminals from the Prison Department pass by in a hurry.
"Officials who come regularly to offer sacrifices are probably just going through the motions. They have long since forgotten the Li Tang Dynasty."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself.
Murong Ye didn't give him much time to admire the Daming Palace. He rode horse and galloped all the way through the palace.
Passing through Xuanwu Gate and Chongxuan Gate, we came to the outer wall of the North City and the prison building.
The prison building is not located in the Daming Palace.
Instead, a giant nine-story tower was built in the outer city of the north corner of Daming Palace.
This department building is the facade of the Prison Department.
The Si Tower is completely black and more than a hundred feet high. There are only nine floors on the ground, so each floor is very high.
There are eighteen green talisman giant swords inserted diagonally outside the tower, which is more eerie than majestic.
Legend has it that there are eighteen levels of prisons underground in the Prison Department, which suppressed all kinds of weird mountain and sea beasts...
Chen Yanjun frowned, and he did feel a strange aura.
After dismounting in front of the tower, Murong Ye led Chen Yanjun and Qiu Zhuo into the building.
Walking through the busy official area, we quickly arrived at the cabinet on the first floor.
This is equivalent to the lobby manager's office of this department building.
The person sitting in the cabinet is an old man with a kind face, a sixth-level cultivation, and wears an extremely large black prison robe.
He raised his head and saw Murong Ye coming. His eyes scanned Qiu Zhuo's body, and then he buried his head in signing and said:
"Tiger handsome."
Seeing that the old man was a little disrespectful, Murong Ye took the wine bottle and slammed it on the long gum, and said straight to the point:
"Helping Chen Yanjun from the Danlin Academy of the Imperial Academy to prepare the entry rules."
Chen Yanjun was suddenly startled.
"Should I join the Prison Department?"
"right."
Murong Ye turned around suddenly, his eyes full of light and said:
"My deputy died a few days ago while searching for poisonous poison. Now I am in need of a subordinate who is good at medical and physical skills. It would be better if this subordinate had been poisoned by a strange beast before, so it would be more suitable."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself, this woman is so powerful, she had already planned to hide in Cuifu Liang to inspect him.
"Didn't you say that Gu Biao has been found?"
Murong Ye patted his shoulder, and the fragrance of wine lingered on the tip of his nose, the refreshing sweetness of green bamboo leaves.
"As long as you are here, I will definitely find it. It won't be a problem if I say I found it a few days in advance!"
There's nothing wrong with him...he's a ghost.
Chen Yanjun shook his head and sighed. The most important thing right now is to survive and grow. Only fools go to the Prison Suppression Department.
Although Murong Ye's thighs were thick, the job of the Prison Supervisor was too dangerous and only prisoners could do it.
Turning her head to look at Qiu Zhuo, this girl was extremely excited, wishing she was the one to be invited to join the job.
Opposite, the kind old man said with a straight face:
"The deputy of a bad handsome man must be at least sixth grade. He is just a mortal, and he cannot be the master."
Murong Ye curled her red lips and said:
"The sixth grade is fast. With his talent, he can reach the sixth grade in three days and reach the sixth grade in less than three years."
Chen Yanjun understood clearly that this woman was good at making loans to the future.
The kind-faced old man doesn't do this at all.
"This is against the rules."
Murong Ye turned over and came to the back of Chang Yu, put his hand on the old man's shoulder, and said complimentarily:
"What's your name? Just report this to me and hand it directly to Si Zheng!"
The kind-faced old man was slightly frightened.
"You'd better go directly to Sizheng..."
Murong Ye snorted coldly, the fragrant wine smell mixed with the awe-inspiring sword energy.
"If I didn't owe Si Zheng money and couldn't meet him in person, would I still need to go through this process with you?"
"This is the time for you to make a contribution. I will benefit from you later!"
The kind-faced old man looked sad and said helplessly:
"The benefits you promised to me have almost filled a book, but you don't even know my name..."
Murong Ye tilted his head and frowned:
"Isn't it because I'm too busy, working hard for the Prison Secretary? How about when I die, all the pension will be given to you?"
The kind-faced old man had nothing to say, so he raised his eyes and looked at Chen Yanjun.
Although Murong Ye's thigh was very thick, it was too dangerous, so Chen Yanjun still refused.
"Chen has not yet been admitted. The mission of the Prison Suppression Department is too dangerous for me...not suitable."
Murong Ye vaguely heard the hint of extra money in the words "not appropriate" and promised him:
"The monthly salary is calculated according to my deputy. One thousand spiritual jade per month. Register first and come back after receiving the goods."
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that it was not unusual for the deputy of the prison chief Yin Hu to have such a monthly salary.
But the monthly salary goes hand in hand with the risks of work. This kind of high salary comes at the cost of life, and he will not take risks easily.
Interestingly, one thousand Lingyu per month, or one million yuan, has a purchasing power equivalent to one million yuan in the previous life. Murong Ye's monthly salary will only be higher, and she actually still owes Si Zheng money...
You can see how expensive spiritual practice is!
Thinking like this, Chen Yanjun kept an eye on it and said cautiously:
"It's appropriate, but I'm still young, so I should focus on my studies and spiritual practice."
Murong Ye didn't care about these trivial matters.
"It doesn't matter, you can practice and take classes as usual. I will only take you with me when I have a mission. There will probably not be a mission for a month, and you will get money for nothing."
Chen Yanjun was somewhat tempted. Although his wife was said to be rich, the money he earned felt different!
When you get stronger, maybe you can really go out and have a try.
Right now, it's not the time yet.
Murong Ye saw that he had relaxed his mind, so he struck while the iron was hot:
"The number of cultivation resources of the Prison Suppression Division is not particularly large, but there are various rare resources that cannot be found even in the Imperial College. What's more, the Prison Suppression Division also has various semi-legal forbidden techniques that can break the bottleneck of cultivation."
"The world is bigger than you can imagine. A rare talent like yours must not be wasted on boring clans and courts!"
——The Prison Suppression Department actually has forbidden methods and rare resources that can break the bottleneck of practice!
Chen Yanjun was somewhat tempted.
But he still worries about safety issues.
After all, this woman's deputy had just died, and he would not take risks easily...
Murong Ye seemed to be able to hear his thoughts and immediately comforted him:
"Don't worry, I am personally responsible for your safety."
"I can easily sense your five-element constitution. As long as you are within one mile of me, you will not die."
"Besides, if you die, it will be difficult for me to explain to my sister and grandpa!"
Chen Yanjun nodded slightly, but sneered in his heart.
The world is so big, can it exceed my imagination as a time traveler?
nonexistent.
But speaking of it, Murong Ye's thighs are very thick. If he were a reliable person, he could give her a hug.
Holding him tightly will not only allow him to level up faster, but those who want to harm him behind the scenes will also have to weigh it.
What's more, he is a party to the poisoning incident, and it is necessary to investigate clearly in the future.
Who is Gu Wither coming for?
What exactly is poison?
What does it have to do with the twelve huge disaster beasts he saw in the demonic illusion?
However, his understanding of Murong Ye has the filter of Qiu Zhuo's fans, and his specific character needs to be understood gradually in the future.
Besides, now is not the time to take risks, let’s wait until the product is ready.
Thinking like this, Chen Yanjun responded casually:
"Well, I will consider it and talk to you, Sister Yourong, when I go back."
Murong Ye suddenly reached out and flicked the tip of Chen Yanjun's nose.
Ding!
"This is a ninth-grade sword energy. Within three days, in the entire Chang'an City, no one below the sixth grade can hurt you in the slightest."