Durin's Diary

Chapter 848: Loneliness

Swallow from the inner guards brought news that the Zhulongs had dispersed from the venue of the reunion party. Those Zhulong venerables were divided into four groups. Judging from the way they walked, they should have gone back to their homes to look for their mothers.

This made Chen Xiaohu of the Internal Security Department breathe a sigh of relief - although since the Republic, the Internal Security Department has not paid as much attention to intelligence about this kind of legendary large-scale gathering as before, but if someone in the court asked about it the next day and he couldn't answer it, it would be a big trouble.

Just think about it, if the people in the general's mansion asked and the director of the Internal Security Department, Chen Xiaohu, couldn't answer, the general might get angry and even lose his head.

So he did the same as before and had people keep an eye on four groups of people.

Then soon, news came - the last master to leave, the master of the Stargazer, the third master of the Tianshi Mansion, and the master of the Zhulong Pavilion, Zhang Mengping, got on a taxi, and then the car was seen heading towards the residence of Prime Minister Lin.

The speculation soon became reality. The taxi stopped at Prime Minister Lin's residence, Zhang Mengping walked in, and Prime Minister Lin welcomed him with open arms. Both of them entered the tea room, and Yan Zi could not go any further. If she were discovered, Yan Zi would not be killed, but if the fact that the Internal Security Department monitored all officials was confirmed, it would be far more serious than the army chief and the navy minister chatting in the middle of the night in Zhulong Pavilion.

By then, everyone in the world who curses him, Chen Xiaolong, will be able to drown him with spit.

After all, Zhang Mengping and Lin Xiangguo are relatives by marriage. As long as they don't rebel in person, no one can criticize them for just chatting with each other.

But before Chen Xiaohu, the director of the Internal Security Department, could react, he heard the bad news from Yan Zi - Pang Juan, the emperor's grand tutor, the second in command of the Heavenly Master's Palace, and the uncrowned master of the Candle Dragon Pavilion, entered Prime Minister Liu's residence.

This pair of enemies in the court actually sat together and drank wine.

Chen Xiaolong was already feeling suicidal. You, Pang Juan, and Liu Xiang, the head of the state, have a grudge. How did you two end up sitting together drinking? Tell me! How did you two end up sitting together? How did you two, you old bastards, end up sitting together? If you can't explain it in court tomorrow, I'm going to jump off the roof of the Zhengda Guangming Hall and smash my head in front of all the dignitaries in the court! You guys are so stupid! I'm going to collapse! Are you really going to live? !!!

Director Chen’s collapse didn’t last long before he heard new news about Yan Zi.

"Read it." He collapsed in the chair and didn't want to watch it himself. It was too painful to witness such a thing with his own eyes. He was still young and didn't want to be like the bastard in the Shangjing Police Department, whose hair turned white before he was a hundred years old.

"Director Xiaohu, this old man..." When Chen Xiaohu's deputy said this, he raised his head and tugged at his collar.

"Speak." Chen Xiaohu had no choice but to sit up straight.

"The old man found us, gave each of us a box of cigarettes, and walked into Prime Minister Luo's mansion in front of us... The host and the guest had a very pleasant conversation." After saying this, the deputy looked at Chen Xiaohu with sweat dripping down his back.

Several assistants also looked at each other.

In their eyes, in the deepest part of the Internal Security Department's bunker, the dim chandelier flickered without wind, and the swaying light cast the hunched silhouette of their Director Chen on the long mahogany table. His back was so distorted that even the map on it was mostly obscured in people's eyes, and the huge word "Shangjing" seemed to be swallowed up.

His right hand, with a scar on the back, twitched nervously, his nails digging deep into the tabletop. His left hand was clutching the report he had snatched from his deputy. He stared at the paper in silence.

The staff officers held their breath and listened attentively to their director's repeated mumbling in a hoarse Beijing accent.

"How could someone as indifferent to worldly affairs as Little Old Master be able to get along with Prime Minister Luo and have such a pleasant conversation with him?"

"Sir, my youngest daughter married into the Luo family, so Prime Minister Luo is his collateral descendant." When the deputy spoke the history known as the truth in a trembling voice, the air suddenly froze, and everyone saw Director Chen's bloodshot eyes suddenly open. He threw the pencil at the map like a wounded beast, and the overturned ink bottle exploded black waves on "Shangjing".

"Fuck it! Tell me! The hero of the Three Passes' Patriotic War! The master of the art of war at the Candle Dragon Pavilion! The respected old master! The master of the stargazer, Zhang Mengping, the third master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the master of the Candle Dragon Pavilion! Pang Juan, the Grand Tutor of the Emperor, the second master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion and the uncrowned master of the Candle Dragon Pavilion! The three of them had dinner tonight! And then they each found the heads of the navy, army and air force of the Eight Pillars! What can't be said tomorrow?!"

Roaring to this point, he staggered and slammed his hands on the long mahogany table. The blow left deep imprints of his palms on the tabletop, and his spit splashed on everyone's faces: "Two hundred years ago, before the late emperor returned power to the people! These guys are traitors!"

The director's roars mixed with the sound that penetrated the entire bunker, making everyone seem to hear the roar of artillery outside the bunker. The deputy's glasses were even shaken to the ground by the sound waves.

"Director, perhaps the masters are arguing for the national defense budget in court tomorrow." An assistant said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xiaohu, who was already furious, grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall. The fragments crumbled into pieces as they made close contact with the wall. At this moment, the director's anger reached its peak: "Three masters! All three! You can see it! Where's the military's memorial hall? How the hell am I going to explain all this to those old bastards tomorrow? You say I didn't know!"

After roaring to this point, Chen Xiaohu, with veins bulging on his neck, stared at his subordinates in front of him with bloodshot eyes.

At this moment, new news about the swallows passed through many checkpoints and arrived in the hall.

Chen Xiaohu blinked: "What else?"

"Uh..." The deputy took the report and took a look at it: "Uh..."

"Speak!" His boss's roar came to his face along with saliva.

The young man had no choice but to say the above sentence: "The Duke of the Eastern Elf Territory of the Western Continent, Master of the Grand Duchy of Zaporizhia-Vasilivka-Melitopol, Master of the Austrian-Swiss Union, the respected Highness Durin Ayrsh, after returning to the Candle Dragon Pavilion and conferring with Chief Ping... the Chief rang the bell."

Everyone knows that when the big bell of Zhulong Pavilion rings at night, all the young Zhulongs living in the Pavilion will get up... to witness a legend teaching them.

This time, Chen Xiaohu slumped down in the leather swivel chair.

He took off his glasses and threw them on the long table.

"Let's go to the Candle Dragon Pavilion and take a look."

"We all go, who will write the report?"

The deputy asked.

"Just say we don't know." After saying that, Chen Xiaohu took out a cigarette.

Fuck you, so many things happened tonight, what else can I do, all I know is shit.

(End of this chapter)