Chapter 0060 Brother-in-law is half of my sister-in-law
Prison Secretary, Secretary Building.
Outside the nine-story tower, eighteen green talisman giant swords were inserted diagonally upside down. They gave off a faint green light at night, reflecting the dark and blood-stained chains, making them look particularly eerie.
Murong Ye took Chen Yanjun to the cabinet on the first floor of the department building and found the kind-faced old man from last time.
Although the old man has a kind face, his name is Fengci.
Feng means Fengdu.
An ancestral hall is an ancestral hall.
This name does not sound very festive, so it is very suitable for him to be the lobby manager on the first floor of the Prison Department, responsible for receiving distinguished guests and handling general affairs.
Murong Ye entered the cabinet and asked directly:
"Is Si Zheng?"
Every time the kind-faced old man saw Murong Ye, he thought of his short account and said angrily:
"That depends on whether you are up to business."
Although Murong Ye was drunk, his tone was rare and serious, mixed with excitement.
"It's a serious matter, but I can only tell Si Zheng personally about this matter."
Looking at Murong Ye's expression, Fengci vaguely guessed that there was something about reward for meritorious service, but unfortunately, Master Sizheng was indeed not in the Prison Suppression Department at the moment.
"At this point, Mr. Si Zheng may have gone to play chess with His Majesty. If it's serious business, you'd better tell Prime Minister He first... That's what setting up Prime Ministers for each ministry does."
Murong Ye frowned suddenly and whispered:
"It's the money I owe Sizheng, and it's not that he owes me money. Why are you so afraid of seeing me? That's all. I'll go to Lao He to collect the reward first, and leave the rest to him."
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Chen Yanjun's entry procedures were still the last step.
"By the way, unlock the Prison Suppressing Tiger Talisman for my new deputy. He has already passed the examination of other departments. Hurry up and give him the equipment and monthly salary."
The kind-faced old man was suddenly startled and said angrily:
"Where did you get your monthly salary when you first joined the job?"
Murong Ye stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the long eucalyptus as a threat:
"Why is he just joining the job? In principle, he will continue as my deputy."
Speaking of Xu Ruyun, the kind-faced old man sighed:
"Alas, Xu Shaoqing's pension, together with the whole year's salary, has been sent to the Xu family."
Xu Shaoqing is not a name, Shaoqing is an official position. The Prison Control Department gives these bad guys a nicer official position appointed by the emperor, so that they have a sense of belonging.
When he heard that the deputy's pension and full-year salary had been paid in advance, Murong Ye was choked up and silent in shock. He held it back for a long time:
"You guys connected pretty quickly..."
"Can you hurry up?"
The kind-faced old man glanced at Chen Yanjun and thought that Xu Ruyun had just died less than ten days ago. Murong Ye had found a ninth-grade martial artist as his deputy. It was so ruthless.
Afterwards, he got up and went to the archives room in the back room and found the jade slip recording Chen Yanjun's archives.
"Chen Yanjun is a ninth-grade martial artist. He is especially good at physical and medical skills. His character...is slightly afraid of death."
He was afraid of death and came to the Prison Bureau. Fengci really didn't know what these two people were thinking.
"There are only five people in the Yinhu Department, including one civil servant. I thought your Yinhu Department only recruits elites... I didn't expect you to find a ninth-grade martial artist as your deputy. What a sin!"
Murong Ye didn't bother to explain anything. He held a pot to drink with one hand and spread it out with the other hand:
"What are you doing? He is my brother-in-law. The old man wants me to arrange work. There is really no other way. Let's make do with it... What else can I do?"
Chen Yanjun also did not explain that he should cherish and enjoy the short low-key time, because this low-key time may not last twelve hours.
Fengci shook his head, took the prison-suppressing tiger talisman handed over by Chen Yanjun, took out the unlocking seal left here by Master Sizheng, and stamped it.
Since then, Chen Yanjun has officially become a delinquent in the Yinhu Department of the Prison Suppression Department.
"Chen Shaoqing, if you are really afraid of death, you can do some clerical work."
Chen Yanjun nodded and thanked him, then turned around and walked out of the building with Murong Ye.
He took a general look at Fuyu Space and saw the prison-suppressing department novice gift pack that came with it:
A black jade slip probably introduced various rules and common sense of the Prison Department.
A yellow-graded sword.
Two black delinquent uniforms.
A set of protective elixir soft spirit armor worn inside.
Gone.
After going out, Murong Ye drank from the pot, took out the handsome white horse, jumped on the horse, and went straight to the Daming Palace.
The curfew in the inner city targets ordinary people, and the delinquents of the Prison Department are not included in the curfew.
Chen Yanjun followed quickly on horseback.
Murong Ye said:
"The talisman itself can also communicate with thoughts, but as the distance increases, there will be a big delay. It is faster to alert the danger through the blood-melted spirit."
Chen Yanjun held the talisman in his hand and couldn't help but frown.
"Why is this talisman similar to the talisman your sister gave me? One is in the shape of a tiger, the other is in the shape of a phoenix, but the runes in the center are exactly the same?"
Murong Ye said:
"Before I learned swordsmanship, I was a craftsman. Isn't it trivial to make a few pieces of amulet jade..."
"You really don't think that I would care about the lives of my dear sister and nieces, do you?"
Chen Yanjun really thought so.
"Then how come Qiuzao was almost killed by Gu?"
It can even be said that, judging from the situation at the time, it would have been difficult for Qiu Zhao to repel Gu Wither if he hadn't taken action to divert Gu Wither's attention.
Could it be that Murong Ye was also present at that time?
Chen Yanjun didn't believe it.
Murong Ye smiled:
"If you encounter any danger in Chang'an City, as long as I don't come to save you, you will definitely not die...remember this."
You are really good at putting gold on your face... Chen Yanjun asked her tentatively:
"What if you die?"
Murong Ye shrugged.
"Dead...it means it's useless for me to come."
Chen Yanjun:
"..."
However, even though Qiu Zhuo was injured that day, she still looked forward to seeing Murong Ye.
This sister-in-law is so unreliable, why is Qiuzao so obsessed with her?
The night view of Daming Palace is still magnificent and vast, as if the stars in the universe are reflected here.
Soon, Murong Ye came to the Taiye Pond.
Taiye Pool, also known as Penglai Pool, was built in the late Tang Dynasty and in the twelfth year of Yuanhe. Because the name of the pool collided with Penglai Fairy City, it was later changed to Taiye Pool.
Taiye Lake is quite large and can be considered a small lake.
Murong Ye jumped into the water on horseback. The horse stepped on the sword energy and ran on the lake, making a sound similar to stepping on the ground.
At night, Murong Ye rode too fast, and Chen Yanjun didn't see clearly. He followed the horse into the lake and almost fell into the water.
Fortunately, he responded very quickly.
In an instant, the water-bending spirit attached itself to the horse's feet, and when he turned around from the staggering riding position, he easily achieved the special effect of the horse treading on the water.
However, Murong Ye used ninth-grade sword energy to achieve this, which was much more difficult.
Chen Yanjun asked her curiously:
"You have such sword energy, you can fly steadily in the sky just by stepping on the sword energy, right? However, you are afraid of flying, but not afraid of water... What is the reason for this?"
Murong Ye raised his head and drank heavily, shook his head and said with a smile:
"Water is water and sky is sky. How can it be the same?"
Chen Yanjun said seriously:
"There is a poem saying that a boat on spring water is like sitting in the sky. Look at the moon emerging from the clouds. Isn't it sitting in the water?"
"Um?"
Murong Ye lowered his head and glanced at the lake. The bright moon was under the horse's hooves. His eyes froze, his body swayed, and he and the horse fell into the water.
Chen Yanjun was dumbfounded. Is this woman really afraid of heights?
How did a former third-level cultivator become afraid of heights?
In the end, it was Chen Yanjun who pulled her out of the water, one by one, and dragged her to the island in the middle of the lake.
Wet under the moon... Chen Yanjun frowned, is this figure really possible for humans?
Different from the vastness and gentleness of the madam, this is a perfect proportion that is as if carved by gods and ghosts, like the divine ink and ink that can only be found in heavenly scrolls.
However, as a brother-in-law, you cannot look closely at your sister-in-law's figure.
Chen Yanjun only glanced at it, then straightened up his horse and stopped looking.
After landing on the shore, Murong Ye came back to his senses. With his sword energy trembling, he dried all the water stains on his body and drank heavily, pretending that nothing happened.
Yinhu Palace is on the island.
In addition to the main building and the prison military pavilion, the prison department also has the twelve zodiac department halls.
The Zodiac Department is a secret special investigation department that mainly investigates large-scale and important events. Most of its departments are hidden underground or in the jungle.
Only the Yinhu Palace was built directly on the island in the middle of Taiye Lake.
Yinhu is made of wood, with flying eaves that stretch out nearly ten feet, almost becoming a pavilion to protect it from the rain.
The hall is not big, five stories high, like a tower, with flying eaves. Although it looks like a tiger coming down the mountain from a distance, it displays a majestic sword aura.
There are only five people in the Yinhu tribe, but the main hall is five stories high.
Each person uses a large flat floor as his office, and he is so arrogant that he has no friends.
Murong Ye lived on the top floor of the fifth floor, on the main floor.
The fourth floor, the investigation floor, is where Chen Yanjun will be working.
The deputy is in charge of investigation.
The third floor, the combat floor, is a magic dojo.
Second floor, logistics floor, in charge of logistics support.
On the first floor is the residence of the Prime Minister.
The Bu Cheng, that is, the civil servant who controls the Twelve Zodiac Department, with a cultivation level of at least fifth grade, supervises and checks and balances the private power of the Twelve Bad Commanders.
Yinhu Bubu Cheng, why don't you sleep? I always have the habit of going to bed early and going to bed after dark.
Fortunately, the logistics floor on the second floor was brightly lit, but no one came down to greet us.
Murong Ye shouted towards the second floor:
"Go to Wu, come out quickly. I've brought you a handsome scholar who can study with you."
The open doors and windows were quickly closed.
However, Murong Ye was faster. He grabbed Chen Yanjun's shoulders and jumped in before the door and window were completely closed.
The speed was so fast that Chen Yanjun almost vomited. He barely stood up and shook his head and said:
"There's no need to force yourself if you can't fly."
Murong Ye shrugged:
"As long as it's fast enough, it's just a jump."
Chen Yanjun took a look and saw that the window grille just now was engraved with dense spiritual patterns. It seemed to be a spiritual window that could automatically close when it heard a cry.
I looked at the logistics floor and saw that there were bookshelves on the floor that was supposed to be empty. Apart from books, bookshelves, and a woman reading, there was nothing else.
What kind of logistics department is this?
Seeing Murong Ye coming in with a strange man, the woman stood up from the bookcase, politely held her hands in her hands and said:
"Bumasa-sama!"
Chen Yanjun thought to himself that this woman was probably too absorbed in reading and didn't even hear Murong Ye's words.
If you look carefully, you will see that this is a young woman with a stern face, not tall, wearing a green Confucian shirt.
At first glance, I thought she had a bob haircut, but upon closer inspection, I discovered that her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head.
The facial features and figure are all handsome, but they give people a feeling of being too well-proportioned, making them look a bit old-fashioned.
He has a cute face, but his complexion and eyes are very serious and deep, and he has the air of a curly dog who is obsessed with reading and who is a god if he doesn't die in the exam.
It is far different from Dr. Tan Zhen’s elegant and bookish style.
His cultivation is only at the eighth level, and his talent is just okay.
Murong Ye put his hand on the woman's thin, tired shoulder and introduced to Chen Yanjun:
"This is Song Quwu, who is in charge of logistics. She was my junior sister at the Guozi Supervisory Academy. She is not a prisoner. She is good at using and repairing all kinds of magic weapons and weapons... However, some people do not do their job properly and think about taking the public exam every day.
, she should be very knowledgeable, and she can help you solve any messy problems you have."
Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.
Song Quwu... Quwu Cuanjing is a good name.
"Chen Yanjun has met Senior Sister Song."
Murong Ye then introduced Song Quwu:
"This guy is my brother-in-law, and next is my deputy. Strictly speaking, he is your boss. It's okay to listen to him when I'm not around."
Song Quwu was very polite and bowed deeply to Chen Yanjun, which was quite Confucian.
"Chen Zhenqing, nice to meet you."
Lord Bu Zheng, Detective Minister...Does everyone need to have an official position? The young minister in charge of investigation is called Detective Minister?
I feel like I’m taking the exam!
Chen Yanjun guessed that Senior Sister Song might be a top student in the Gonglingjiang Path, but in the Confucianism and Taoism Path, she might be a scumbag, with a worrying future.
Murong Ye suddenly remembered the business and said:
"I just summoned Guest Min to check the background of Fang Haiping. Hasn't he come back yet?"
Song Quwu said seriously:
"The master of Kemin is a murderer and not good at reconnaissance. Why doesn't Mr. Buzheng go and investigate on his own?"
Murong Ye patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder.
"Silly, I'm saving our new scout!"
After saying that, he said again:
"Right now, I have nothing to do. Wake up Lao He downstairs."
"Um."
Song Quwu flew downstairs from the main door on the second floor.
He took out four bamboo tube-like instruments and pointed them at the four windows on the first floor, emitting dazzling five-color light.
Immediately, he took out another flute-shaped instrument and handed it to Chen Yanjun.
"Chen Shaoqing, come and brag!"
Chen Yanjun blew casually, but no sound came out.
Then he used his energy to make a sound.
It looks like a flute, but when played, it sounds like Yiyiyaya Nuo opera...
It's so unpleasant that even Chen Yanjun himself can hardly stop playing it.
Murong Ye and Song Quwu both covered their ears.
The continuous energy blew out, causing the window grilles on the first floor to shake back and forth.
A figure suddenly appeared through the broken window and reached out to press the hole of the flute.
The Nuo opera came to an abrupt end.
Yinhu Bubu Cheng He Bu Mian is a middle-aged man with wrinkles and a fifth-grade Confucian scholar. He wears the purple and black official robe of the Prison Secretary, which wraps his slightly fat figure tightly.
Even so, his scholarly and scholarly temperament was much better than that of Song Quwu.
With sleepy eyes, He BuMian took a closer look and was shocked.
He was actually awakened by a ninth-grade martial artist!
As a minister, he had to supervise Murong Ye, who no one could supervise, so he had no choice but to go to bed early every day, out of sight.
He had to take care of all kinds of trivial matters for Murong Ye every day, but he didn't even have a bookboy.
When I get off work at midnight, I can go home to be with my wife and children, or go to Nanxianfang to be accompanied...
Chen Yanjun quickly bowed his hands.
"Chen Yanjun has met He Bucheng!"
He Bumian woke up and lit a candle with his hand.
Only then could he clearly see how handsome Chen Yanjun was, and he sighed:
"Can you wake me up... People can't be judged by their appearance, they can't be judged by their appearance!"
Murong Ye was excited, took a sip of wine, and said without hesitation:
"We have made great achievements today, go and find Si Zheng for me."
He Bumian frowned, thinking that he heard something wrong.
"You said...find Mr. Si Zheng here?"
Murong Ye nodded.
"right."
He BuMian thought to himself, I know you have a good relationship with the eldest princess, but you can't use Master Si Zheng like this!
"You drank too much."
Then, he waved and whispered to Song Quwu:
"Go to Wu and take Mr. Buzheng to sober up!"
Murong Ye only focused on drinking, and the smell of alcohol coming out of his nose was as bold as sword energy.
"The poems hidden on the Five Elements Plain of the Imperial College were deciphered today."
He BuMian was startled and didn't quite believe it. After all, Murong Ye had tried to solve the problem secretly no less than ten times, but never succeeded.
"you?"
Murong Ye snorted coldly and said boldly:
"They say my brother-in-law is half my sister-in-law...let's count him as half me."
The resonance of the Nuo opera just now was extraordinary, as if there were real ghosts...