The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 177 Li Miao's Subordinates
Xue Jinxi's wailing was blocked by the high walls of the Forbidden City. It echoed for a few times in the dark room before dissipating in despair, and no one could hear it anymore.

The cold wind of December swept through the quiet courtyard, over the palace wall, caressed the streets and alleys of the capital, and blew outside the city gate.

An Ziyang changed horses along the way and finally arrived in the capital.

That day in Miaojiang, Li Miao asked him to bring the two great witches and the Miao King's notes back to Shuntian Prefecture and give them to Xiao Si in order to resolve the hidden dangers in Xiao Si.

An Ziyang turned around and went to find Lao Qifeng, and said, "Lord Li asked you to send two good fighters to escort me to Shuntian. They should be the ones with the highest martial arts skills, ruthless people and few words." Lao Qifeng naturally did not dare to delay, and immediately dispatched two Nine-Bag Elders to escort An Ziyang.

So, An Ziyang had three people and three horses at this time.

An Ziyang looked like a playboy who indulged himself too much; the two elders of the Beggars' Sect, who were good at horizontal training, were eight feet tall with arms as strong as iron, and they were carrying two great witches tied up like dumplings on their horses. They looked as suspicious as they could be.

When the soldiers guarding the city saw this, they said, "Wow! What does this mean? This human trafficker doesn't even bother to avoid people!"

"A 'Hook' with two thugs, tied to a horse, is going to enter the city? Are you trying to fool me?"

The soldiers guarding the gates of the capital are different from those in the prefectures below. As long as you are not wearing official uniforms, even the head of Wudang will stop you. An Ziyang and the other two looked dusty and looked like people from the underworld, but he was not afraid at all.

He immediately picked up his spear and stepped forward to stop him.

"dismount!"

"Fuck off!"

An Ziyang raised his chin.

"Hey! I fucking—"

The soldier was about to start cursing when suddenly his pupils shrank and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

An Ziyang slowly stretched out a hand and lifted up his outer robe.

A knife emerged.

The blade is shorter than the average waist knife, and the scabbard is equipped with a scabbard skirt with tassels woven at the bottom. The cloud pattern is cast in brass, and the handle is wrapped in cowhide.

Everyone in the world recognizes this knife.

This is an embroidered spring knife.

puff.

The soldier's legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

"Big, big, big——"

An Ziyang didn't even look at him, he just rode past him.

When he was wandering around, he was often blackmailed by the soldiers guarding the city. Now that he has a chance to get it back, he will naturally not let it go.

There were originally many people gathered at the city gate waiting to enter the city, as well as some small vendors who made a living here. When they saw the soldiers stepping forward to stop An Ziyang, they all gathered over to watch the fun.

Seeing the soldiers so frightened that they sat down on the ground, unable to speak, the people also changed color and lowered their heads, not daring to look at An Ziyang.

An Ziyang was showing off in front, but the two Beggar Gang elders thought he was really vulgar, so they covered their faces with their sleeves and rode their horses to catch up with him.

Just as the three of them were walking towards the city gate.

Among the crowd, a pair of playful eyes looked at An Ziyang.

"The boy from the An family?"

"Oh~"

"Lord Li, he has been taken into the Imperial Guards."

An Ziyang was suddenly startled.

"Who's looking at me?"

He is good at playing with hidden weapons, and is good at plotting against others, but he is also good at preventing himself from being plotted against. He is very sensitive to the prying eyes of others.

An Ziyang suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of that gaze.

The owner of that gaze was a woman.

Her hands are as soft as catkins, her skin is as white as cream, her neck is as white as a cicada, her teeth are as white as a gourd, her forehead is as white as a cicada, and her eyebrows are as white as a moth. Even when she is angry, she seems to be smiling, and when she is glaring, she is affectionate.

She was not tall, but rather petite. Standing in the crowd, she looked like a bright red dot, eclipsing everyone else.

A pair of deer-like eyes looked at him curiously and smiled sweetly.

Even with An Ziyang's knowledge, he couldn't help but sigh.

"What a stunningly beautiful lady!"

If it were any other time, he would definitely dismount and get to know her.

However, he was not someone who could not distinguish the important from the unimportant. He had Li Miao's errand on his shoulders and had no time to waste on the woman. He just glanced at her, sighed secretly, and walked into the city gate.

The woman turned and left. When she reached a deserted place, her figure suddenly flashed and disappeared.

An Ziyang brought two Beggar Gang elders and rushed to the Jinyiwei Yamen.

On the way, he took off his outer robe and showed the embroidered spring sword that Li Miao had given him. When the Jinyiwei guarding the gate saw the sword, they knew it was one of their own and rushed forward to greet him.

"Brother, which master are you under?"

"Under the command of Lord Li Miao."

The two Jinyiwei looked serious and suddenly became respectful.

"Come in, please. Is this your first time here? Do you need me to lead you to the Qianhu Courtyard?"

An Ziyang bowed.

"Good work."

"It should, it should."

Two Beggars' Sect elders carried the Great Witch and followed behind. The Jinyiwei guarding the gate led the way and led An Ziyang into the gate.

When people from the Jianghu entered the Jinyiwei's door, they either had to lie down or be tied up. When they were invited in, both the Beggars' Sect elders and An Ziyang could not help but look around.

The Jinyiwei who led the way saw that the three men looked inexperienced and tactfully introduced themselves to the others.

"This is the clerk's classroom, over there is where the centurions are on duty, and further on is the classroom of the thousand-householders of your Northern Pacification Division..."

As he walked, An Ziyang thought to himself.

"This Jinyiwei yamen, except for the fact that there are more military officers wearing swords, feels no different from an ordinary government office?"

"It's not as scary as the rumors say."

He was a little scared at first, but as he walked, his nervousness gradually dissipated.

"There's nothing special about this Jinyiwei yamen!"

The elder of the Beggar Gang who was following behind thought the same.

They walked forward and finally arrived at Li Miao's classroom.

The Jinyiwei who led the way said goodbye and left.

An Ziyang told the two Beggar Gang elders to wait outside the door, and then walked into the courtyard.

As soon as I entered the door, a fat middle-aged man came to greet me.

"Brother, who are you looking for?"

An Ziyang thought it was just a gatekeeper, so he didn't pay much attention and just glanced at him casually.

"Master Deng!?"

He was suddenly startled.

Isn't this chubby middle-aged man Deng Boxuan, the head of Hengshan Sect! ?
"Fake reputation in the martial arts world is not worth mentioning."

Deng Baixuan waved his hand.

"Who are you looking for, little brother? I'll take you there."

An Ziyang said blankly.

"Following the instructions of Lord Li Miao, we are looking for his adopted daughter, Li Xiaosi..."

Deng Baixuan smiled kindly.

"Oh, you're looking for Miss Fourth. You've come at the right time, little brother. She's in the government office right now, and seems to be interrogating a prisoner in the cell."

"I'll take you to the yard to sit for a while, and I'll go tell her."

After saying that, he took An Ziyang into the courtyard.

As soon as he came in, An Ziyang heard a burst of intensive sounds of swords clashing.

Ding ding ding ding——

He looked in the direction of the sound and saw two women fighting with swords. Their sword moves were extremely skillful, but it seemed that there was some old grudge between them, so their moves were a little ruthless. A man and a woman were watching helplessly nearby.

When he saw the faces of the three people clearly, he was shocked again.

"The head of Songshan Sect, Zhou Yingxue..."

"The head of Huashan Sect, Liu Baiyun..."

"The two people watching the fight on the sidelines seem to be Zhang Jingfeng, the head of Hengshan Sect, and Gao Ling, an elder of Taishan Sect, right?"

"The Five Mountains Alliance has moved here!"

Although the Five Mountains Sword Sects seemed to be nothing in front of Li Miao, they were all well-known sects in the martial arts world. Any one of them was a big shot that An Ziyang had never seen.

Now it’s all gathered together in one go!
An Ziyang clenched his hands in his sleeves and tried to remain calm.

Deng Baixuan led him to the side room, then turned around to find Xiao Si and asked him to wait there.

An Ziyang's thoughts about the Jinyiwei "that's it?" had completely disappeared, and he even felt a little nervous. After a while, a young man in his early twenties walked in, and when he saw An Ziyang, he greeted him warmly.

"Brother, did you just report to Lord Li today as well?"

An Ziyang was a little nervous at first, but when he heard that this person was the same as himself, he immediately relaxed.

"Yes! What's your name, brother?"

"My surname is You, You Ziang. What's your name, brother?"

"An Ziyang."

"Oh, Master Lingxu! I've heard of you for a long time!"

The two of them became intimate in a moment and chatted enthusiastically. You Ziang moved a chair and sat next to An Ziyang, whispering.

"Brother, you may have spent little time with Lord Li, so you know little. In Lord Li's yamen, the second-rate people are worse than dogs, and the first-rate people are everywhere."

"You and I are both weak here. Since we are destined to be together, we must take care of each other in the future so that we can make a name for ourselves under Lord Li!"

An Ziyang nodded.

"sure."

Seeing that he agreed, You Ziang nodded with satisfaction and stood up.

"That's good. I just came to see you. I have something else to do right now. We brothers will meet again in the future!"

After saying that, he pressed An Ziyang's arm with both hands and was about to leave.

An Ziyang suddenly felt something was wrong and raised his hand to grab You Ziang's sleeve.

"Brother, give me back my things!"

You Ziang didn't even look back, he suddenly made a circle with his arms and tried to break free.

An Ziyang's eyes narrowed, and he also made a circle with his arms, and suddenly looked up at You Ziang.

"The Thief's Gate!?"

"The same to you!?"

You Ziang also exclaimed.

The two of them were practicing the same martial arts!
You Ziang smiled.

"Brother, since we are from the same sect, you should also know the essence of our sect - a thief never leaves empty-handed!"

"Today I owe you something, brother. I'll let you steal it back someday!"

After saying that, he shrank and took off his clothes. The whole person suddenly turned into a blurry black shadow and walked out of the room with a whoosh.

"Fuck you!"

An Ziyang never thought that he, the direct descendant of the thief sect, would be robbed by his fellow disciples in the Jinyiwei Yamen! How could he tolerate this!

He also used his Qinggong skills to chase after You Ziang.

However, they didn't expect that they would lose sight of You Ziang just after they climbed over two walls.

"this!"

"What kind of light skill is this!?"

An Ziyang stopped helplessly.

He checked the things on his body and gritted his teeth again.

You Ziang stole two packets of poison, a bundle of hidden arrows, and five hundred taels of silver from him.

He didn't really care about the stuff, but for him, a descendant of a family of thieves, having it stolen was more painful than being slapped in the face.

An Ziyang stamped his feet and sighed.

"There are really all kinds of gods under Lord Li."

"I wonder what other great immortal is waiting for me out there."

Turn around and walk back.

But suddenly stopped.

He couldn't help but shudder.

It was because he felt a cold gaze staring at his neck.

An Ziyang forced a smile and slowly turned his head to look.

In the yard, under the tree, on the futon.

A young woman in her early twenties, sitting cross-legged with a sword flat on her knees.

A pair of cold eyes were staring at him intently.

"Master, a master of kendo!"

"First-rate master!"

An Ziyang secretly groaned.

This woman was clearly practicing the "Mind Cleansing Sword" technique when she was awakened by him and You Ziang.

Judging from her expression, cold eyes, and the dew condensed on the sword, this person has probably been sitting here and practicing since last night!
This guy is probably a sword maniac!

Disturbing a sword madman’s sword practice could be fatal!
"Sir, sir, I am the person sent by Lord Li Miao to deliver a letter. I came here by mistake and did not mean to disturb you..." An Ziyang spoke cautiously.

The woman said nothing, but just looked at him coldly.

"Sir, I'm leaving right now, okay?"

The woman still didn't speak.

"Sir, please say something..."

An Ziyang was trembling a little.

The woman still looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"I, I'm leaving, I'm leaving!"

An Ziyang fled in panic.

Mei Qinghe suddenly blinked.

"Who is this... I don't recognize him..."

"Forget it, let's continue practicing sword skills... This move should be..."

Then he closed his eyes again.

An Ziyang ran all the way back to the side room where Deng Boxuan had asked him to wait. Panting, he felt as if he had escaped with his life.

"Damn it, is Lord Li really just a captain? He hasn't even had a cup of tea since he came in, and he's already run into six top-notch masters!"

"There's some immortal behind me, please bring it up quickly... I really can't stand it anymore..."

An Ziyang picked up the teapot on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

Before he could catch his breath, footsteps were heard outside the door.

"Fourth Miss, someone is waiting here. He said that Lord Li sent him back to look for you."

Deng Baixuan walked in quickly and extended his hand to invite him.

An Ziyang held his breath and concentrated.

"But I don't know who will come in..."

"Master Li's adopted daughter, a top master? Could she be a remarkable woman eight feet tall?"

pat.

A petite figure walked in from outside the door.

An Ziyang looked at it carefully, but was speechless for a moment.

Unlike what he expected, the person who came in was a very cute girl with a delicate figure.

The girl walked into the house with small steps, and looked at An Ziyang with her bright eyes. Before she spoke, two dimples appeared on her face.

"Hello, little brother."

An Ziyang didn't know how to respond.

Xiao Si didn't care. He quickly walked to the chair opposite An Ziyang and sat down, swinging his legs, and asked.

"What did my Qianhu ask you to bring me?"

An Ziyang let out a long sigh.

Finally, finally a normal person.

He reached into his arms, pulled out the Miao King's Notes, and handed it to Xiao Si.

"Miss, this is the note that Lord Li asked me to bring to you. Take a look."

"Oh."

Xiao Si jumped off the chair, walked over, stretched out his little hand and took the notebook.

An Ziyang's pupils shrank.

Where the little hand touched, a scarlet bloodstain was left behind!
(End of this chapter)