The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 6 The Commander of the Royal Guards
The Jinyiwei at the door watched Li Miao walk away before speaking these words.

But with Li Miao's hearing ability, he could hear it clearly even though there were two walls between them.

He was used to it and kept walking towards his cell.

It was lunch time. Li Miao walked in, and people from the custody rooms on both sides came out in groups of three or four.

These people were all wearing indigo official uniforms. When they suddenly saw Li Miao in a loose long gown, they were stunned at first, but then they smiled after seeing who he was and came up to greet him.

"Qianhu." "Qianhu, are you eating?"

Li Miao nodded and continued to take things out of the package tucked under his armpit and distributed one to each person.

The people who received the things were used to Li Miao, so they didn't hesitate to accept the things, said thank you with a smile, and then went out together to find lunch.

As Li Miao walked away, he heard voices coming from far away.

"It's the end of the road for a Jinyiwei to be promoted to Captain Li."

"It's definitely over. No one in our government has a more comfortable life than Captain Li."

"Who wouldn't say that? We go to work under the stars every day, and we dare not loosen our official uniform belts. But hey, he eats with his shirt open, and comes after waking up from a nap at noon, and no one cares."

"Tell me, can we ever live like this?"

"Who is worthy, you or me?"

"That's right. Captain Li has been a member of the Imperial Guard for 20 years. He has been a captain since 15 years ago! Not only is he very experienced, he is also a former subordinate of the commander-in-chief and is very capable!"

"Four-hour Thousand Households, we only work for four hours a day. We can get any task done in four hours! Even the pacification envoys have to be coaxed, we can't compare to them."

Li Miao couldn't hear clearly what was said afterwards.

He walked in slowly, greeting people and distributing things, and when he reached the door of his cell, he had just finished distributing all the things in his hands.

There was a man in the room walking around anxiously. He was the young Jinyiwei who had followed him last night. His name was Wang Hai and he was a capable and trusted confidant of Li Miao.

Wang Hai was delighted when he saw Li Miao. He quickly walked over with Li Miao's official uniform in his hand, and as he approached and put the uniform on him, he spoke.

"Qian Hu, you are finally here!"

"Last night, the commander didn't see you come back to report, and he broke a whole set of four treasures of the study. The inkstone is now embedded in the tree and can't be pulled out! Hurry up and put on your clothes to meet him, or he will be angry again!"

He returned to the yamen last night to report, and the Jinyiwei commander was so angry that he scolded him when he saw that Li Miao was not there again, and told him to wait in Li Miao's cell, and told him to tell Li Miao to come and see him immediately after arriving at the yamen.

He had been waiting since last night, anxious as an ant on a hot pot. When he saw Li Miao finally coming, he immediately beamed with joy.

Wang Hai walked around Li Miao, pulling up his collar and sleeves, and put the official uniform on Li Miao neatly and skillfully without stopping Li Miao from moving.

Not only is he skilled in techniques, he also has more than ten years of solid foundation in soft skills. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to put the old-fashioned and cumbersome official uniform of a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard on a walking person so quickly and gently.

It looks like the skill of a maid, but in fact it carries the artistic conception of soft martial arts of "plucking leaves from branches without shaking, plucking flowers without bees noticing". If it is really used in a life-and-death fight, it is a sinister means of secretly hurting people's meridians and damaging skin and flesh. It is a method that ordinary masters cannot use.

Li Miao replied, "He was the one who pushed me into this. I worked for him in the middle of the night, and it would have been fine if I didn't ask for any benefits from him, but he still had the nerve to lose his temper?"

Wang Hai didn't reply either.

After all, Jinyiwei was a secret service organization in the feudal era, with strict hierarchy and harsh family rules. Who dared to bargain in front of the commander of Jinyiwei?
Only his own commander, who was always in a bad mood, could smash pots and bowls without being punished, but in the end it was his own subordinates who had to bear the brunt of the beatings.

Now is not the time to talk nonsense. The most important thing is to quickly let the lazy Captain Li report to the commander.

Li Miao looked outside and muttered, "Is it lunch time now?" Then he was about to sit down.

Wang Hai thought to himself that this was not good.

As long as the thousand households sit there, they can take a nap for at least an hour.

If the commander couldn't wait for anyone and came to kill him, he would definitely be killed as a warning to others.

He hurried forward, exerted his strength and kicked secretly, and a small stone hit the chair leg, creating a crack. Then he quickly stepped forward, pretending to push the chair towards Li Miao. Crack.

Wang Hai used all his strength to push the chair forward. The cracked chair legs broke as soon as they rubbed against the ground, and the chair fell to the ground.

"Oh! It was fine yesterday!" Wang Hai shouted in surprise, and then said to Li Miao.

"Qianhu, I'll go to the Curry and get you a new one."

"There's no place to sit in the room right now. Why don't you go sit with the commander? It just so happens that he wants to talk to you about something."

Li Miao looked at Wang Hai, who looked sincere, then looked at the broken chair and shook his head: "Remember to change it to a more comfortable one for me."

After saying that, he took out a yellowed piece of paper from under the paperweight on the table and put it in his arms.

Then he took four-way steps and finally headed towards the commander's custody room.

Wang Hai let out a long sigh, but saw Li Miao sticking his head out of the door and saying, "Hai'er, go to the warehouse and get some money, and go to my house to give it to Si'er."

"understood."

Only after seeing Wang Hai agree did Li Miao turn around and leave.

Walking into the main hall of the Jinyiwei Yamen is the office of Zhu Zai, the commander of the Jinyiwei.

The main room was not big, only a few feet square. In the yard stood a tree that was as thick as a man's arms. In the middle of the trunk was an inkstone, which was as deep as a palm. Some liquid was still flowing out of the part that was broken by the inkstone, which showed that someone had just been there.

I think this is what Wang Hai said. Last night, Zhu Zai saw that Li Miao did not come back to report, and he was furious and threw him out of the house.

The door was wide open, and the floor at the entrance was a flat bluestone slab inlaid with some broken porcelain pieces and scattered tea leaves.

A Jinyiwei in a bullfighting suit was squatting on the ground, pulling the broken porcelain pieces out from the bluestone slabs.

Li Miao acted as if he saw nothing and walked inside.

Zhu Zai, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, was holding a bowl of rice at this time. He slowly picked up a piece of green leafy vegetable with chopsticks and was about to put it into his mouth.

Just as it reached his mouth, he looked up and saw Li Miao walking in as if nothing had happened.

"Humph!"

Zhu Zai shook his hand and threw the chopsticks in his hand over.

Whoosh!
The pair of chopsticks cut through the air, making a shrill scream, and headed straight for Li Miao's face.

Zhu Zai likes to throw things when he gets angry. Everyone in the Jinyiwei knows it. It's an old habit.

This matter alone is actually not a big deal, but this man is very skilled in martial arts, and he throws things without any sense of weight, causing many Jinyiwei masters to suffer.

When the pair of chopsticks flew over, they were real and fake, one was an open force and the other was a hidden force, one was launched first and the other arrived later, both were like high-level hidden weapon techniques, and it was obvious that Zhu Zai was really angry. It can be said that with just this pair of chopsticks, it is no problem to stab a second-rate master to death.

Of course, there is no threat to Li Miao.

Li Miao raised his hand and flicked it casually, and the pair of chopsticks deviated from the direction, and stuck into the bluestone slab at the door with two "clang" sounds.

The Jinyiwei in bullfighting uniforms at the door were pulling porcelain pieces off the bluestone slab. When he looked up, he saw another pair of chopsticks on the slab.

He looked up into the room, sighed, and turned around to pick up the chopsticks.

Li Miao walked into the room, found a chair and sat down at random, looking lazily at Zhu Zai who was glaring at him.

"Don't throw the bowl at me, there's soup in it. I'm wearing a flying fish suit now, and if it gets dirty it would be an insult to the king."

Li Miao leaned back in his chair, supporting his face with his hands and spoke.

(End of this chapter)