The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 202 Have you eaten?

Huang Jin found Wang Zhi's body in the tomb. He looked terrified and his eyes were open, as if he had seen a ghost before he died.

Huang Jin looked at Wang Zhi's body with a solemn expression. He thought for a long time and then sighed.

He does not have a good relationship with Wang Zhi.

In the eunuch industry, the wolf culture is quite prevalent. Everyone competes for the job, it is a zero-sum game, if one person eats more, others eat less. Coupled with the poor employment environment and serious internal competition, the peers are either friends or enemies.

There is a saying that goes, "The person who knows you best in the world is definitely not your friend, but your enemy."

Both of them are old men around the emperor, and after years of fighting each other, they know each other very well.

Huang Jin knew that Wang Zhi was a heartless man who was extremely ruthless in his actions. He didn't care about others or himself, and was extremely loyal to the emperor.

The only thing that could scare him like this... could be related to the Emperor. And it was definitely not a small matter.

Huang Jin collected Wang Zhi's body, covered up the traces of the tomb, and took ten celestial beings with him to personally track the traces of Emperor Jianwen's departure.

When it was dawn, Huang Jin chased to the plain where Li Miao and Emperor Jianwen fought.

There was no one in sight, but just looking at the traces here, Huang Jin's face became serious.

"Everyone, go explore the surrounding area and be alert. Don't be more than a hundred feet away from each other. If you hear any noise, don't hesitate and rush back to help immediately."

Huang Jin said to the ten worshippers.

The worshippers nodded and did as they were told.

These worshippers generally looked older than the ten worshippers brought by Wang Zhi. Some of them even had thinning hair, loose teeth, and white hair and beards, like old men who were about to die.

Since they knew they were coming to pursue Emperor Jianwen, it was impossible for these worshippers not to release their secret techniques and escape the Five Degenerations of Heaven and Man in advance. This aged appearance was their true appearance.

When one reaches the celestial realm, one already has some incorruptible characteristics, and will not show signs of aging until the end of one’s life. The aged appearance of these people is not due to the five signs of decay of celestial beings, but they are indeed approaching the end of their lives.

To put it simply, the court's secret method of suppressing the five signs of decay in celestial beings is to forcibly divide the life of celestial beings into two states: "suppression" and "promotion".

Usually he falls into deep sleep, slowing down the process of "Five Degenerations of Heavenly Beings". Then he wakes up when it is useful, fights before "Five Degenerations of Heavenly Beings" develops again, and then falls into deep sleep again.

This process involves loss, and these twenty are the offerings that are about to “expire”.

Just by looking at the state of these offerings, one can tell that the court’s financial resources, at least the resources that can be mobilized at any time, have almost run out.

After all, the wool comes from the sheep, and the offerings are also collected from the martial arts world. The court suppressed martial arts, suppressed the sects, and suppressed the martial arts world. The number of celestial beings was also increasing. It was not easy to gather thirty of them.

Let’s get back to the present.

After the priests left, Huang Jin squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his arms, picked up the blood, flesh and torn cloth from the ground and examined them.

"There are two people fighting here. One is wearing a bright yellow robe with rotten cloth. He must be Emperor Jianwen."

"There is another one, wearing brand new clothes, with excellent workmanship. Judging from the material and workmanship, it is in the style of Northern Zhili, and should be produced in Shuntian Prefecture."

Huang Jin took a few steps forward and squatted down. After checking the traces, he actually got into a boxing stance on the spot.

"After a fight here, Emperor Jianwen retreated, and this man followed up. After more than ten moves, they separated."

"It's this posture... I can't tell what kind of martial arts it is, it must be self-created."

He took a few steps forward.

"Palm seal...Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"Then it was this self-created martial arts that forced Emperor Jianwen to retreat."

"Emperor Jianwen stepped forward and used the phrase 'Sun and Moon Compete for Glory'."

"After that... there was a chaotic fight. Both of them were injured. After Emperor Jianwen fled, this person stood here for a while, and then flew away."

In just a few words, the struggle between Li Miao and Emperor Jianwen was restored to its original form.

Huang Jin is a "Jie Zi", and he achieved this through his own comprehension and after reading a hundred martial arts schools in the palace. It is not surprising to see these.

Huang Jin squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, picked up the two pieces of blood and flesh and put them in his bosom. He also picked up two pieces of rags and wrapped them up and put them away.

"This person is not Ji Tianrui, nor is he the Ming Cult leader who pretends to be Ji Tianrui."

Huang Jin closed his eyes and thought.

"I don't know who it was... who was able to make Emperor Jianwen flee." "Forget it, these two have been gone for a while, and it's too late to chase them now. Let's go back to the capital first and report the situation here to His Majesty."

"I'm afraid these ten priests may not be able to deal with these two people."

"And Wang Zhi, what did he know before he died that made him die so unwillingly and fearfully?"

Huang Jin sighed and looked up at the sky.

Today is the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is New Year's Eve.

The day after tomorrow is the day when the emperor will worship his ancestors. At that time, the emperor will set out from the capital and go to the imperial mausoleum to worship his ancestors.

What he is afraid of now is that the thieves will take advantage of that time to cause trouble.

It's not just the Ming Cult, now there's also Emperor Jianwen and this unidentified master.

"The rain is coming..."

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Capital city, Zhu Mansion.

Zhu Zai had just gotten out of bed, and his first wife was helping him put on his official uniform and tidying up his clothes.

Suddenly, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Mrs. Zhu asked with a smile.

"But Da Li is causing you trouble again?"

"Humph!"

Zhu Zai snorted coldly and did not answer.

"Master, Da Li has been with you longer than our son has been. He used to spend the New Year at our house every year. To be honest, he is just like our adopted son. Even I know his personality very well."

Madam Zhu tied up Zhu Zai's hair and said with a chuckle.

"He is like a donkey rolling around. If you leave him there, he will collapse into a ball. But if you put him in a pile of sesame seeds, he will get all wet immediately."

"If you force him to do something, you should be prepared to pay him back. Why get angry?"

"A woman's view!"

Zhu Zai glanced at her coldly and snorted.

You said that so lightly!

Didn’t he dig up your family’s ancestral grave last night?

But he couldn't say this to Mrs. Zhu, so Zhu Zai could only hold back his worry and anger.

Having not slept all night and now being filled with anger, Zhu Zai instinctively wanted to throw something.

Suddenly, three soft sounds were heard from the roof.

Ding, ding.

Ding.

Two short and one long, this is the code agreed upon by Li Miao and him. If it is not convenient to go through the main entrance, Li Miao will let him know like this.

Zhu Zai quickly said a few words to Mrs. Zhu, then hurried to a side room in the mansion.

After pushing open the door, Zhu Zai was about to start scolding, but when he saw Li Miao, he swallowed his words back.

"Big Li, you..."

At this time, Li Miao was leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest, covered in blood, looking at Zhu Zai with a smile.

"Hey, Commander, have you eaten yet?"

(End of this chapter)