Daqian Night Emperor

Chapter 330 The Task Given to Zhao Guanxiang
"General, are you looking for me?"

The lobby of the county magistrate's mansion has been temporarily converted into the imperial envoy's office.

Zhao Guanxiang came into the hall and bowed to Ling Fang.

He was still a little nervous, after all, he had brought outsiders in and out of the county magistrate's mansion today.

Although Zhao Nishang's transformation skills are extremely mysterious, the county magistrate's mansion is full of experts and is heavily guarded, so it is possible that she would be noticed.

Zhao Guanxiang could only think of excuses in his mind, but fortunately, Ling Fang did not come to him for this matter.

Ling Fang put down the documents in his hand, took out a box from under the table, put it on the table and pushed it in the direction of Zhao Guanxiang: "This is what we found in the altar of the Salvation Church that day, take a look."

Although his superior did not specify which altar it was, Zhao Guanxiang knew it as soon as he heard it.

After all, there was only one altar of the Salvation Church that he dug out with his own hands.

That time, the court also paid a heavy price.

In the Astronomical Observatory alone, one Lang Jiang, eighteen Xiaowei and a number of others died.

General Ling Fang was injured, and Major General Bai Yuchuan was so seriously injured that he had to return to Kyoto City to seek treatment from the imperial master. Zhao Guanxiang himself had to lie in bed for nearly half a month before he could get out of bed.

Thinking of this, Zhao Guanxiang's face suddenly became serious. Not daring to delay, he quickly stepped forward and reached out to pick up the small box on the table.

When Ling Fang nodded, he took a deep breath and opened the small box.

In the box was a broken yellow talisman.

Zhao Guanxiang picked it up and took a look. In addition to smelling a faint smell of blood on the yellow talisman, the ghostly-like characters on it seemed to be written in blood, not the common cinnabar.

But other than that, there is nothing special about this yellow talisman.

Ling Fang said: "The mad god that revived in the altar that day took up too much of my time. After I detained him in the Demon Suppression Tower, the altar was almost destroyed. Only these incomplete talismans are left."

"But judging from the scene, it seems that the Salvation Church was holding some kind of blood sacrifice ceremony that day."

Zhao Guanxiang recalled what he saw that day and nodded, "Yes, it should be some kind of ceremony. I remember there was a pool of bubbling blood in the middle of the altar. The bloody smell could kill people."

Ling Fang shook his head and said, "Afterwards, we only found a pool of black water, and no pool of blood."

Zhao Guanxiang thought thoughtfully: "Was it destroyed by human beings?"

Ling Fang nodded: "That should be the case. I see that you know a lot about the Salvation Church. Can you recognize what is drawn in this talisman?"

He glanced at Zhao Guanxiang seemingly unintentionally, which made Zhao Guanxiang's heart tremble.

Zhao Guanxiang laughed dryly and said, "Even if I knew it, I can't recognize it with just these few fragments. If you want to find a breakthrough from here, I'm afraid it won't work."

Ling Fang nodded calmly, as if he had expected this.

He said, "It's just to see if you have more clues. But it doesn't matter if I can't recognize them. Most of the bodies of the Savior believers found in the altar that day have been identified..."

Ling Fang took out a document from the top of a pile of documents on the table and handed it to Zhao Guanxiang: "There are a few people who seem to be the leaders. I circled their names. You should focus on investigating them."

Zhao Guanxiang was a little surprised: "General, will you leave this matter to me?"

Ling Fang asked: "Why, you don't want to?"

Zhao Guanxiang immediately took the letter and said with a smile, "Yes, I am willing. Who wouldn't want to have the chance to make meritorious contributions?"

Ling Fang also smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Okay, go to work."

"Yes, my subordinates are resigning!"

……

At the same time, in another place in Tianyuan County.

Near the East Gate, there are several large warehouses.

Outside the warehouse, there was a long queue. Every day, the people in the city received porridge and rice, two meals a day, barely filling their stomachs. Today, a group of "gentlemen" from Kyoto were also escorted here by the palace soldiers.

"The general has ordered that from today on, you will be responsible for distributing food and transporting military equipment. You must not slack off in the slightest!"

The military supervisor in charge of logistics stood in front of the crowd and shouted, causing an immediate uproar.

"I am a dignified Hanlin, how dare you insult me ​​like this!"

An old Confucian scholar glared at him.

The rest of the people also started cursing, using a lot of nonsense.

Only Lin Wenxu remained silent in the crowd, wiping the sweat from his forehead over and over again.

This was completely different from what he had originally expected!
Ling Fang didn't give the teacher any face at all. He treated the person sent by the teacher like this. It seemed that he didn't care even if it meant breaking up.

But...why?

We came to Jingzhou to help Ling Fang relieve his worries. What's more, General Ling has never had any grudge against the teacher, so he has no reason to treat us like this.

Lin Wenxu just wants an answer now.

"Shut up!"

The military supervisor put his hands on his hips and shouted angrily, and the roar immediately made the scene quiet.

But the main reason for the silence might be the soldiers with military sticks and fierce eyes who emerged behind him.

The military supervisor came in front of the old scholar, bent over and asked, "Are you a Hanlin?"

The old scholar was afraid in his heart, but he still said firmly: "So what?"

"It's not a big deal, but Hanlin is here and he has to shovel horse manure for me!"

The military supervisor looked around at everyone and said loudly: "This is General Ling's intention. If anyone disagrees, ask my men if their sticks are hard enough!"

Everyone looked unhappy, but kept silent.

They had been beaten with sticks before, and in front of Ling Fang.

How could this group of scholars have ever experienced this? They could only complain and curse in their hearts, but they dared not do it again.

The military supervisor smiled triumphantly and waved his hand: "Take them all away and assign them to work!"

Just when everyone around him was taken away by the soldiers, Lin Wenxu took the opportunity to come to the military supervisor and said, "Sir, may I have a word with you..."

The military supervisor glanced at him sideways, but the next moment his eyes gradually lit up.

Lin Wenxu was holding a golden cake in his hand...

……

"Mr. Kobayashi."

"Uncle Clan."

A moment later, in a hidden place behind a large warehouse, Lin Wenxu finally saw the person he wanted to see - Lin Dongcheng, the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War.

Fortunately, the military supervisor was a money-grubber who could be bribed by a piece of gold and contacted Lin Dongcheng on his behalf.

Although Lin Wenxu and Lin Dongcheng both have the surname Lin, in fact the two branches separated eight hundred years ago and have no connection at all. The reason why they call each other "uncle" is just to bring them closer.

Lin Wenxu looked at Lin Dongcheng with eager eyes.

At this moment, only this imperial envoy, who is also from the Wu Party, can help him!

(End of this chapter)