Chapter 40 Survival from the dead, every step of the way
After Chongzhen finished explaining everything in his hands, he thought about it and didn't notice anything he missed, and walked back home leisurely alone.
He used to be frugal, and would dress simply if he had nothing to do. For example, today, he simply wrapped his head in a net scarf and put on a blue robe, and no one recognized him when he walked on the road.
Chongzhen walked slowly along the road, fearing to hinder the civilians rushing out of the city. Occasionally, he would see a familiar face passing by in the crowd. Judging from his evasive eyes, he must be a spy from the Imperial Detective Division.
Wang Chengen arranged for people to guard him secretly. Although this move was without his consent, he still wanted to protect the Lord. Chongzhen could not shirk it anymore and just pretended not to see it.
"After all, it is a grassroots team, and the tracking skills are still a bit poor." Chongzhen recalled the spy war plots of later generations in his mind, and was considering whether to spend some time training these people.
In fact, although the spying methods of the Imperial Detective Division were a bit immature, they were not enough to be seen through at a glance. The reason why Chongzhen was able to discover it was related to his current superior perception and memory, but he didn't know it himself.
The war is imminent. In order to preserve the physical strength of the soldiers, there will be no more training starting today. Except for those on duty at the city gate, all the soldiers are resting in the military camp.
Yang Boxian was not idle. Today, his Majesty sent people to distribute new uniforms and weapons to the soldiers in the regiment training camp. He is leading patrols in the city to maintain order.
Chongzhen arranged tasks for everyone, and all his confidants were not sent out. In addition, he had also disbanded the personal soldiers sent by Jiang Yu to protect him.
The entire Song Mansion, which should be called Zhu Mansion now, is deserted. Except for the housekeeper Yang and some family members of the helpers, the only one left is the concierge Wang Laojiu, who is sitting at the door and dozing off.
Wang Laojiu was the old man who worked as a gatekeeper in the government office earlier. Later, Chongzhen thought he was interesting and took him back to the government office together.
At first, Wang Laojiu, who had just learned the identity of the emperor, was very nervous every day. It seemed that he was dedicated to his duties and did not dare to be sloppy for a moment. I don't know if it was because he was old or because Chongzhen was usually too easy-going and calm, and he gave up after not persisting for a few days.
Qi, I doze off and doze off all day long.
Wang Laojiu was sitting in the concierge sleeping soundly, huffing and puffing, and even forgot to close the door, leaving a large crack leaking out.
Chongzhen walked in easily through the crack in the door. When he saw Wang Laojiu's appearance, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head but did not wake him up.
In the distance, Ms. Yang happened to be standing in the courtyard. Suddenly she saw His Majesty walking through the door and hurriedly came to say hello. Following His Majesty's eyes, she also saw Wang Laojiu sleeping.
Yang was immediately furious. Wang Laojiu was the most lazy person in the whole house. Now that he was caught by His Majesty, wouldn't he be negligent? He turned around and pretended to wake him up and teach him a lesson.
A meal.
"No, let him continue to sleep." Chongzhen smiled and said softly.
Seeing that His Majesty had no intention of blaming him, Yang felt relieved. She held her left knee with both hands and slightly bent her right leg, squatting to greet Chongzhen.
Chongzhen nodded and asked, "Is there still food in the house?"
"It has been prepared for Your Majesty. I will go to the kitchen to bring it to you right now." After that, Mrs. Yang trotted to the kitchen to prepare food.
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Chongzhen was sitting at the dining table. Yang himself came over with a food box, followed by two servants who took out the food from the box and placed it on the table one by one. There were only three or two steamed buns, a bowl of gruel and a plate of pickles.
Madam Yang knows that His Majesty hates extravagance and waste, and all the meals in the house are prepared according to this principle. Don't think that these simple meals are shabby. This is His Majesty's favorite thing.
Chongzhen was about to start eating with bowls and chopsticks in hand. Yang who was serving beside him whispered: "Your Majesty, I have taken it upon myself to taste it for Your Majesty."
Chongzhen turned his head to look at Yang, and asked doubtfully: "Where did my brothers and sisters learn the rules in this palace?"
Your Majesty calls you brother and sister, how dare you call yourself brother and sister, so she bowed and respectfully replied: "My aunt was originally a female official in the Sixth Bureau, so I know some of the rules in the palace."
There is indeed a rule for the female officials of the Food Bureau to test poison before the emperor eats. However, Chongzhen's mind is different now and he doesn't care much about these old habits, but those who are really thoughtful will think of it.
Alas, in later generations he often talked about overthrowing the remnants of feudalism. Who would have thought that he in his previous life was the biggest feudal leader? Chongzhen felt dumbfounded and laughed at himself in his heart.
Chongzhen simply said: "Okay." He began to chew carefully and slowly. He had a light taste and didn't like meat, so he ate the pickled steamed buns with great pleasure.
After finishing the meal and drinking some tea, Chongzhen told Yang to go about her business while he took a walk in the courtyard, rubbing his belly. This was a way to maintain health.
Feeling that I was almost done digesting, I ducked into the study and never came out again.
At four o'clock in the unitary hour, the rooster returns to its roost at dusk.
Chongzhen was a little tired from reading, so he took a nap at the table due to his sleepiness.
Wang Laojiu, on the other hand, had just woken up, stretched out his arms, said "Ahhh", stood up and walked out of the concierge to stretch his muscles.
"Which football day opened the door?" Seeing that it was getting dark, Wang Laojiu lit up a lantern and prepared to fasten the door. Unexpectedly, he didn't expect the door to move, so he pushed it open.
Wang Laojiu jumped back and looked sideways. Seeing no one outside the door, he murmured: "Hey, where did the evil wind come from?"
Just as he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, the empty doorway was suddenly filled with people. Wang Laojiu could faintly see the former's face through the light. Hey! Isn't this Commander Chen?
The person who came was Chen Zhuo, and he was followed by soldiers. Wang Laojiu and Chen Zhuo were also familiar with each other. Just as they were about to say hello, another person walked in from beside Chen Zhuo and kicked Wang Laojiu in the stomach.
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Wang Laojiu was hit hard in the abdomen and threw the lantern on the ground. He bent down and held his stomach, retching and was speechless.
Chen Zhuo's expression flashed across his face, and then he returned to his expressionless expression.
"They must be captured alive." Yang Zhenwei kicked Wang Laojiu away and rushed to the crowd behind him to order. Chen Zhuo had no choice but to grit his teeth and lead the team into the mansion and went straight to Chongzhen's dormitory.
"Uh...you guys...this is Wan...Long Live Lord." Wang Laojiu leaned over and slowly raised his left hand, pointing at Yang Zhenwei.
Yang Zhenwei was too lazy to pay attention to him and was about to follow him in, but found that his right leg could not be moved. It turned out that Wang Laojiu was kneeling on the ground and hugging him tightly, with his face pressed against his thigh.
Wang Laojiu got through the initial severe pain, regained his speech, and said slowly: "This is the residence of Lord Long Live, you are treason!"
Yang Zhenwei drew out his sword and pointed it at Wang Laojiu's face, as if to warn him.
Wang Laojiu did not let go at all, and shouted as if he was in a panic: "Rebellion! Rebellion! There is rebellion!", his voice echoed in the courtyard.
Chen Zhuo led his team but did not find Chongzhen in the dormitory. He immediately ordered his soldiers to search all the rooms. For a while, the house was full of chickens and dogs, and there were screams.
Chongzhen woke up quietly, rubbed his sleepy eyes and slowly woke up. Just as he was about to walk out of the study to see what was going on, the door was kicked open with a bang.
Several soldiers rushed into the house to take a look, and quickly shouted: "Here it is!", then formed a human wall to block the door, and looked at Chongzhen anxiously. On the contrary, Chongzhen remained calm as usual, neither scolding nor resisting, and dragged him out.
Sitting down on the chair is as easy as watching a play.
Chen Zhuo pushed his way past the soldiers and walked in. He knelt half-kneeling on his right knee and saluted, saying, "Long live the Lord, I'm sorry!" Chen Zhuo bit the last three words very hard and said them one by one.
"I will go on my own without any trouble for you warriors." This chapter has been completed!
