Chapter 6: Bowing to my past self
“Tell me carefully!”
In the carriage, Zhao Duan's eyes changed slightly.
Zhu Kui explained:
"According to your instructions, my humble leader hid in a distance to monitor this place, but unexpectedly found a familiar face.
At first I thought I had seen it wrong, but after careful identification, I was sure it was Zhang Changshuo's henchman. This person was sneaky and hid in the inn opposite Dingfeng Tower. He leaned against the window and looked in your direction. "
After a pause, he added:
"I didn't dare to alert the snake because of my humble position. I could only vaguely see the glimmer of the spell, which seemed to be a recording scroll."
The recording scroll... Zhao Duan was startled. In the memory of the original owner, it was a consumable "magic weapon" produced by Tianshi Mansion. It could record images and had the ability to "penetrate".
How to use it:
Those holding the scroll can temporarily have "clairvoyance eyes" and turn the scenes they see into pictures on the scroll... with sounds...
Zhao Duan felt that the sorcerer who invented this magical weapon was somewhat unscrupulous.
Because it can be used by mortals and has a wide range of applications, the price is high.
It’s not surprising that Zhang Changshuo was able to get it, but it’s worth pondering that he sent someone to follow him and record it secretly.
Taking into account the causes and consequences, how could Zhao Duan still not guess the other party's intentions?
"Everyone pushed against the wall..." Zhao Duan frowned.
If it were in the past, just meeting Wang Xian in private on his own would not be enough to pose a threat.
But now, it's different.
The other party was willing to spend a lot of money and secretly filmed himself, obviously to make a big fuss.
The "fishing" plan has just been launched. If Zhang Changshuo becomes impatient and reveals the matter, Zhao Duan's "self-rescue" plan may be forced to abort.
Something must be done...
"Sir," Zhu Kui, a loyal dog with a sinister face, observed his words and raised his hand to make a "kill" gesture, "do you want me to snatch the things back?"
Zhao Duan glanced at him: "Do you really want me to die?"
Not to mention that attacking his colleagues would play into their own hands. Zhang Changshuo could not have been unprepared since he dared to attack his colleagues.
Rushing to grab it is likely to push the situation into a worse situation.
What he fears most now is risk.
"Don't worry, just pretend you didn't see it."
As Zhao Duan's thoughts turned around, he already had an idea:
"Go back to the Yamen, immediately, immediately!"
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The other side.
In a private room of a certain teahouse.
Zhang Changshuo, who has a handsome appearance and a mustache, stands at the table.
An open scroll lay flat on the table, with dynamic pictures slowly appearing in the center, and subtle conversations echoing.
"good!"
Zhang Changshuo put his hands on his hands and laughed, his expression in high spirits:
"Finally, I caught you."
On the side, a close official echoed: "This Zhao thief is used to being arrogant and arrogant. At this juncture, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself. He actually dares to attack Ning'an County and seriously seek death."
Zhang Changshuo was in a good mood, shook his head and said: "Emperor Taizu said that if God wants him to perish, he must first make him crazy... This thief is relying on your majesty's favor to run rampant. How stupid is it?
I thought that since he had just made a big mistake, he would restrain himself a little, but I didn't expect that he would become even more arrogant, and most likely he would vent the anger he had suffered during the day on the county.
Not to mention that what he did has already fallen into the eyes of this official. "
Thinking that Zhao Duan was still in the dark and knew nothing about his methods, Zhang Changshuo couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority.
"Sir, when will this scroll be handed over?" the confidant asked.
"No hurry, wait a moment," Zhang Changshuo thought for a moment and said:
"This alone is not enough. Only when Zhao Thief actually fulfills his contract and interferes with the Ministry of Punishment will it be considered as strong evidence."
He planned to personally present the evidence to the palace at that time, and step on Zhao Duan's pretty face in front of the empress.
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"Just stop here."
When the carriage turned into a deserted street, Zhao Duan woke up from his sleep and said.
Zhu Kui, who was acting as the coachman, was stunned for a moment:
"Sir, there are still two streets away from the Yamen." "I know," Zhao Duan said calmly: "You wait here, don't move around, I will buy...I will come back as soon as I go."
After that, he jumped out of the carriage and disappeared at the end of the dark alley wearing a black robe.
Zhu Kui held the riding whip, leaned against the car and was distracted, muttering softly.
For some reason, he always felt that something was different about his master.
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far away.
Zhao Duan walked two streets alone. After making sure that no one was following him, he arrived outside the wall of the back courtyard of the White Horse Prison.
Avoiding the front and rear entrances, he looked at the gray brick wall that was about ten feet high. A breath flowed in his dantian, and suddenly sank into his legs. He jumped and flew across the courtyard.
"With this Qinggong, you can become a kung fu star in future movies... Well, there is a greater chance that you will have no way out and be used as a substitute for others..."
Zhao Duan landed lightly, feeling quite fresh about the martial arts in this world.
But now is not the time to explore and practice, we can only survive this calamity first.
Under the night, the yamen was cold and quiet.
Zhao Duan was familiar with the journey and arrived at Houya, the residence of the "Superintendent", the highest official of Baima Prison.
The back hall is the residence of the distribution supervisor. The back hall is brightly lit at the moment. Through the window paper, it can be seen that the owner of the room is sitting in front of the desk, seemingly processing official documents.
Zhao Duan took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then knocked on the door.
"Enter."
A slightly older voice came out. Different from the stereotype of "eunuch" in TV series, the voice was not sharp.
Zhao Duan pushed open the door, and candlelight escaped from the crack in the door.
The room is simply furnished, with scattered books and documents stacked on a table in the middle.
An oil lamp is like a bean.
Later, an old eunuch with gray hair on his temples and deep eye sockets, wearing a loose robe, put down his brush. When he saw the person coming, he frowned:
"Is there something wrong with you?"
The tone is cold and the attitude is distant.
The relationship between the old supervisor and Zhao Duan is not ideal.
On the one hand, this is due to the original owner's "personality" being too bad and making people hate him. On the other hand, it is due to the accumulation of disappointment after being together for a long time.
In fact, in the earliest days, before there were rumors of an affair with the empress, the original owner was not a bad character, and was even very good.
Therefore, the old supervisor took care of the original owner, and the relationship between the two parties was harmonious.
Even the reason why the original owner was able to enter the Empress' Dharma Eyes was because of the help of the old supervisor.
It is not an exaggeration to say a word of support.
But after the original owner gained power, the relationship between the two gradually deteriorated.
There was no tit-for-tat confrontation, but the old supervisor had repeatedly advised the original owner to refrain from arrogance and indulgence, which made the original owner quite disgusted.
Later, the original owner offended many people outside, and some powerful people came to the prison to ask for an explanation.
The old supervisor came forward many times to help the original owner resolve the issue, asking him to apologize and bow his head so that the matter could be cleared up, but what he got in exchange was not gratitude.
Instead, he said: "Why should I bow my head? I want you to mind your own business?"
As a result, the old eunuch who had been up and down in government for half his life gradually became disappointed with the original owner, and later he became almost a stranger to him.
If Zhang Changshuo is the enemy, then the old director is simply a friendly unit that was destroyed by the original owner.
"I can't come to visit you if I have nothing to do?" Zhao Duan said with a smile.
The old supervisor let out a "ha" in his heart and said with a hint of sarcasm:
"You got into trouble, and you came to our house to wipe your ass? I am a mere fifth-grade official, but I can't help you withstand the knives of the civil and military officials of the dynasty. You can leave."
He had a preconceived idea that Zhao Duan was asking him to help put in a good word because he let the rebellious party go.
As soon as he said these words, he regretted it.
Because he had said similar words many times, and each time, he would only be met with rebellious sarcastic comments from Zhao Duan.
However, this time Zhao Duan was just startled, and then said with a smile:
"I'm not asking for mercy."
He walked to the opposite side of the desk, gently pushed the valuable ivory and dragon-pattern carved folding fan in front of the old eunuch, and bowed it to the end with a sincere expression:
"I am paying tribute to you. To apologize.”
The old supervisor was stunned.
(End of chapter)