Early the next morning, the morning light slowly shone through the paper window, and Zheng Hui's voice sounded.
"Get up, get up! We don't have any sheep soup today, let's go to the food shed to eat pig food, and then patrol the streets after eating! Hurry up!"
The four of them packed up and headed to the dining room.
Breakfast was very hard, especially compared to the haggis soup yesterday.
Li Qingxian finally understood why Zheng Hui and Yu Ping called the food in the company pig food.
This is not a metaphor, because these cooks are also responsible for feeding pigs.
A year ago, the cook mixed up porridge with pig food, but the night guard didn't notice the difference. He didn't realize anything was wrong until the pigs stopped eating and rummaged through the trough.
After breakfast, the four members of Team A9 walked slowly towards Wanping Street, occasionally meeting acquaintances along the way and exchanging pleasantries.
Today, many more people greeted Li Qingxian.
Instead of going to the morning market on Xile Street, the four of them went straight to Wanping Street, and then divided into two teams to patrol the areas around Wanpingfang.
Zheng Hui and Li Qingxian started walking and stopping at Maozheng time, patrolling the streets.
Li Qingxian finally understood the responsibilities of the street patrol room.
The night guard sounds majestic, but the majestic ones are the masters, the Tiqi who were interrogated by the prison chief and captured.
The patrol room is responsible for patrolling the capital and monitoring the incoming monks. However, due to the gathering of major forces near Wanpingfang, the incoming monks are cautious.
Most of the time, the Jiajiu Team is equivalent to ordinary soldiers in fancy clothes.
One morning, I mediated merchant disputes, helped the elderly cross the road, and kept children away from the road. No robbers were arrested, no robbers were encountered, and the knife was not unsheathed. It went smoothly.
Near the beginning of the afternoon, Li Qingxian and Zheng Hui walked back to the intersection of Wanping Street.
The huge three-character Wanpingfang archway stood in front of him. Li Qingxian dragged his heavy legs and moved forward feebly.
Not counting rest time, I walked for more than four hours, and my legs and stomach were tired and cramped.
"Are you tired?"
"It's okay." Li Qingxian insisted.
Zheng Hui thought for a while and said: "Then we will come back and patrol for half an hour in the afternoon and then leave the office. You have a good rest."
"Thank you, Brother Zheng." Li Qingxian smiled.
"Come on, Anbo and the others are here, let's go have lunch."
The four of them met and went back to Yewei Si for lunch.
During lunch break, Li Qingxian, like everyone else, walked to the big locust tree in the middle of the courtyard of the street patrol house and gathered with the night guards from other houses. The audience was chatting away.
The righteous sword of the former great scholar came out of the sea, the leader of the old martial arts flew into the sky and shattered a thousand-foot-high mountain with one punch, the super sage of the monster race sucked up the river in one breath, the destiny sect counted three thousand years and pushed it down five
For a hundred years, the generals and kings swore to guard the river for the rest of their lives and the monsters would not retreat or return to the capital. There are countless such things.
After the lunch break, the night guards seemed to have stayed in place, motionless. After two quarters of an hour, they lazily got up.
The four people left Shendusi and went to the teahouse to listen to storytelling for half an hour. They drank three large pots of herbal tea before going to patrol the streets.
As evening approached, Zheng Hui announced that today's street patrol was over, and the four of them slowly returned.
The day's patrol has officially ended.
Stepping into the side door of the night guard, Zheng Hui said: "The office has been released. You guys have a rest. I will go to the head of the house to report."
At the same time, Li Qingxian felt a slightly cool air flow coming from nowhere and entering the center of his eyebrows. It was exactly the same as the feeling of luck coming yesterday.
Li Qingxian couldn't help but wonder, could this luck be a reward for his conscientious patrolling?
Back at the residence, Zhou Chunfeng's bodyguard was waiting. He pulled Li Qingxian aside, gave him a badge from the Prison Department, and whispered that the wine shop was being prepared and that people from the Ministry of Works would come to the door within ten days at most.
After Zhou Chunfeng's guards left, Yu Ping and Han Anbo curiously borrowed the prison badges to check, and were amazed.
"If you want to be rich, eat mutton soup!" Yu Ping handed back his waistband with envy.
"Definitely." Li Qingxian smiled.
"Is everything settled?" Han Anbo asked vaguely.
Li Qingxian was silent for a moment and said: "Master Zhou said that I don't need to worry."
"That's good. With Mr. Zhou's words, at least they don't dare to do anything dirty. If they act openly and openly, Mr. Zhou can take it. You should be more careful and don't go the wrong way and let others catch you." Han Anbo said.
Li Qingxian smiled and said: "Don't worry, when you were fighting with people on the street, what gangster didn't you see?"
After dinner, Li Qingxian went to Ye Wei's library, borrowed a few basic books on fortune-telling, and took them back to his dormitory to read.
The three of them did not disturb him, but first went to chat under the big locust tree, and then went to the school grounds to practice martial arts.
Another day passed, after I was released from office, a piece of good luck came.
Another day, after releasing the Yamen, good luck came as expected.
Li Qingxian made a rough guess based on the books he had read these days and what he had learned in the past.
The reason why the six major forces of Confucianism, Taoism, Wulin, Demon Sect, Evil Sect and Underworld willingly joined the imperial court is said to be to absorb the imperial court's luck and strengthen themselves.
Starting from Emperor Tiankang, the court was able to create powerful luck treasures and reward meritorious ministers.
The jade seal of the founding of the State of Qi is the most powerful treasure in the world.
People have good luck, and countries also have good luck.
Li Qingxian's back felt cold. Could he be stealing the country's destiny?
Thinking about his qualifications, Li Qingxian decided to keep this matter to himself and make a fortune quietly.
Li Qingxian felt regretful that now he could only feel that the luck and destiny instruments were somewhere between his eyebrows and could not be used.
"Maybe you have to wait for the product to arrive, take your time, don't be in a hurry."
Another day passed and the street patrol was over. Li Qingxian received a ray of luck as usual and returned to the Yamen. Zhou Chunfeng's bodyguard stood at the side door.
"Master Li, Master Zhou invites you."
"I'm not an official to begin with, just call me Xiao Li," Li Qingxian said, looking at Zheng Hui and the others, "I'm going to Mr. Zhou's place, you don't have to wait for me."
Zheng Hui and Han Anbo nodded, and Yu Ping blinked quickly and whispered: "If you have any snacks, please bring them back."
Zheng Hui raised his hand and flicked a chestnut on Yu Ping's forehead, laughing and scolding: "You are a pig, do you want to eat or die?"
"Hmph... hum..." Yu Ping raised his head and opened his mouth, his voice was lifelike.
Li Qingxian and Han Anbo laughed, Zheng Hui couldn't laugh or cry, and waved away in disgust.
"If there is any, I will bring you some." Li Qingxian smiled.
Following the guards, walking on the half-familiar road, I walked into the back hall of Shendu Division and slowly looked at the surrounding scenery.
Rockery, flowing water, lotus pond, flowers and grass, spring and summer atmosphere.
Li Qingxian looked at the words "Chunfengju" at the door, thinking when he would be able to live in a courtyard like this...
"Uncle Zhou, I'm here." Li Qingxian knocked on the door three times, then pushed the door open and entered.
"Yeah." Zhou Chunfeng was writing quickly at his desk without raising his head.
Zhou Hen stood at the table, his eyebrows lowered in concentration.
In the peripheral vision, a delicate white figure stood in front of the window, and Li Qingxian turned to look.
A slender woman in white looked out the window. The skylight fell on her young and beautiful face. Her skin was translucent, warm and delicate, and as white as jade snow.
She is only half a head shorter than Li Qingxian, but her waist is so slender that at first glance she looks like a tiny little sheep.
Li Qingxian looked carefully and saw that her neck was slender, her waist was slender, and even her wrists were so slender that she could fit a ring on them.
The slender jade arms rested on the windowsill, and the forearms exposed outside the cuffs seemed to be a warm jade glow, a ball of dazzling light.
On her left wrist, there is a green jade bracelet filled with ice, which is pure and flawless.
In front of the bookshelf and behind the wooden window, the light of the setting sun shines on the small and white body, just like in the painting.
On the windowsill, yellow-billed sparrows, light green grasshoppers, pink and white butterflies and other birds and insects gathered together, looking at the girl, jumping back and forth.
The girl moved her fingers lightly, and those birds and insects reluctantly chirped a few times, or flew high into the clouds, or burrowed into the flowers and grass, and scattered away.
The woman in white slowly turned around, glanced at Li Qingxian, and nodded gently. There seemed to be a slight smile on her face, but it disappeared in an instant. It seemed like an illusion, she had never smiled, and it was hard to tell.
She has long and slender eyebrows, bright eyes, lively eyes, a delicate and straight nose, and extremely thin lips, so thin that her upper lip looks like a thin crescent line.
A white gauze dress is surrounded by a bright blue belt, and her slender waist can be held in one hand.
Her whole body is slender, and even her small face seems to be slowly outlined with the finest fine brushwork.
A slender girl with a pale face, delicate as poetry and elegant as a fairy.
At first glance, she looks like she is in her 14th or 15th year, but the faint heroic spirit between her brows and the black-sheathed blue-patterned ancient sword floating beside her make her look at least 18th.
"Hello, my name is Li Qingxian." Li Qingxian introduced himself with a smile.
"Concubine Jiang You." The girl's voice was thin and soft, neither cold nor warm.
The girl turned around and walked towards Zhou Chunfeng, her little body straight, her white clothes fluttering, her skirt turned, her long hair like a waterfall, swaying gently. The white gauze hairband was tied loosely, leaving two pieces of white gauze and thick black
Send them down together.
Her long hair hangs down, stained by the pale light of the sunset, covering her twisted waist.
Zhou Chunfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Qingxian with a half-smile.
Li Qingxian coughed lightly and said seriously: "Concubine Jiang You? I seem to have heard of you. Uncle Zhou, why don't you introduce me?"