The First Lackey Under The Empress

Faced with Zhao Du'an's inquiry, the Jinyi present were momentarily speechless, intimidated by his icy gaze.

Finally, Zhou Baihu explained, "He left some time ago, but I sent men to tail him, and he doesn't seem to mind being followed."

So arrogant… Zhao Du'an narrowed his eyes, staring at him: "In other words, you can pinpoint his location."

"…Yes." Zhou Baihu nodded, gritting his teeth.

In just a few months, the 'official aura' around Zhao Du'an had grown heavier.

He himself was unaware of it, but to those around him, when he became angry, it instinctively made them afraid to breathe.

"Very good." Zhao Du'an nodded.

Behind him, Haitang raised an eyebrow:

"Don't be impulsive… You, you are not his match… Wait for Supervisor Gong to return."

Zhao Du'an turned to look at her, asking, "Has this person reached the Worldly Realm?"

"Uh… probably not, but… within the Divine Chapter Realm, he is very strong."

Haitang was startled by his gaze, and her voice softened unconsciously, not as sharp as usual.

Zhao Du'an continued, "What is the punishment for attacking an official?"

Zhang Han coughed for a while, and said:

"The struggle between Buddhism and Taoism, the challenge of Jianghu people… challenging imperial experts is not the first case, both being Divine Chapter Realm, sparring in name… if skills are inferior, it would be shameful for the court to convict him… that's the precedent…"

According to his explanation, during the battle between Buddhism and Taoism, challenges to the imperial court's experts were a "tacit rule" of the Great Yu Dynasty. If the court lost, convicting the challenger would indeed be a loss of face…

Zhou Baihu said bitterly:

"With the strength of our Zhao Yamen, if an ordinary Divine Chapter martial artist came, it wouldn't be like this, but this disciple personally taught by the Martial Emperor City…"

The implication was that this Chai Keqiao was too powerful, far exceeding a normal Divine Chapter Realm.

Zhao Du'an sneered:

"So, according to the rules, it's not good for Supervisor Gong to bully the small? Then what are we waiting for Supervisor Gong to do?

Convicting him is shameful? Then a huge yamen, being challenged by one person, does that mean we don't want the face of the Great Yu Dynasty?!

You are all blockheads, fools! He challenges one-on-one, and you really stupidly fight him one-on-one? Don't you know how to gang up on him?!

You really think you are Jianghu heroes? You don't use gang fights when you can, you've wasted your Jinyi robes!"

Being scolded head-on, the Jisi who had just lost the battle were too ashamed to retort.

Zhao Du'an flicked his sleeves and narrowed his eyes, saying:

"What a disciple of the Martial Emperor City, I'd like to see if he can really stand against a thousand troops, or ten thousand horses?

Zhou Cang, you keep a close eye on him for me, I need to know this person's location at all times.

Where is Pear Blossom Hall?!"

From the crowd.

Qian Kerou, Shen Juan, Hou Renmeng, and Zheng Laojiu stepped forward:

"Subordinates are here!"

Zhao Du'an was expressionless, with a flick of his wrist, he took out a string of waist tags from the storage magic tool.

The tags were branded with:

"Commander Qian Shi", "Jisi", "Baima Prison Envoy", "Shenji Camp Supervisor", etc.

With a turn of his wrist, the waist tags shot out like scattered flowers.

Zhao Du'an's eyes revealed a fierce light, and he said sharply:

"You take my waist tags, act separately, and go to the major forbidden armies in the city to mobilize troops, just say that someone is causing trouble in the city, and this official is ordered to suppress them!

Bring out all the experts in the army for this official! If anyone hides them, this official will go to the Privy Council tomorrow and let Supervisor Xue talk to them!"

Everyone's spirits lifted, and they responded:

"Understood!"

The four turned around, like arrows, rushing into the rain.

At this time, the Jinyi of the various halls in the courtyard came back to their senses, their faces changing greatly.

Some were excited, some were agitated, some admired, and some were worried and distressed, with various emotions.

"Jisi Zhao, arbitrarily mobilizing troops, this is… Moreover, Martial Emperor City is also…" Zhou Cang was stunned and opened his mouth in a panic.

Zhao Du'an turned his head, glanced at him without emotion, and said:

"I'll bear any consequences. Is there anything else?"

Zhou Cang's words stalled.

The Jinyi in the courtyard all had a feeling of elation – Supervisor Gong was not here, but they still had Lord Zhao to support them.

Inside the General Supervisor's Hall.

The eight Jisi sitting slumped around the conference table had different expressions, and the same thought arose in their minds:

The nickname 'Little Yama' is now well-deserved.

…

…

In the drizzling rain, several horses flew out of the Zhao Yamen.

Like arrows leaving the string, they galloped madly towards the garrison of the forbidden army in various directions.

The Jinwu Guard's garrison yamen appeared particularly quiet due to this autumn rain.

In order to maintain order in the city, mid- and low-level military officers in the forbidden army led their soldiers out on patrol.

Only a group of high-ranking military officers remained in the garrison, whiling away the time in boredom.

"Rain is good, fewer people on rainy days, fewer troubles, and we can rest a bit."

The Jinwu Guard Commander was half-lying on the Arhat bed in the official office room, looking content.

He was holding a wooden stick in his hand, playing the popular Shuanglu chess in the army.

"Who says it isn't, with the Dharma battle approaching, the Jianghu people outside are flocking in, resorting to force at every turn, and His Majesty wants to maintain the old traditions set by Emperor Taizu, not allowing the city gates to collect swords and weapons, and even letting martial arts fights go unchecked, our dignified forbidden army has become county yamen constables…"

Deputy General Ma took a stool and sat on the ground, accompanying the commander in playing chess.

The Jinwu Guard Commander said "Hey":

"Cheng Guo, these complaints can't be said randomly once they leave this room."

That night, the Jinwu Guard Deputy General, who had met Zhao Du'an, quickly slapped himself in the mouth, smiling:

"Look at my mouth, it has no door."

He snorted in his heart: As if you don't complain…

The commander, who had met Zhao Du'an at the celebration banquet, smiled.

Just as he was about to speak, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Sir, a Jinyi from the Pear Blossom Hall of the Zhao Yamen has arrived and wants to see you." A soldier outside the door said.

The two people inside the room were stunned for a moment, their first reaction was to frown, how could a small Jinyi see himself…

But after hearing the three words "Pear Blossom Hall" clearly, both of them couldn't sit still.

"Please come in and speak."

"Yes."

Soon, Qian Kerou, her hair wet with rain, stepped over the threshold, only to see two military generals sitting upright in the room.

The little secretary quickly repeated Zhao Du'an's words.

The two looked at each other after hearing this.

Ma Chenguo hesitated, "Involving the mobilization of troops, how can this be…"

Beside him, the commander said lightly:

"Since someone dares to cause trouble and disobey the imperial court's orders, they should be suppressed. Please report back to Qian Shi Zhao that the Jinwu Guard experts will follow you back immediately and be temporarily dispatched by Qian Shi Zhao."

Extremely smoothly.

…

Yulin Guard.

"So, Qian Shi Zhao wants to borrow troops? To suppress the troublemakers in the city?"

The Yulin Guard Commander, who had toasted with Zhao Du'an at the celebration banquet, held that "waist tag" in his hand, looking at Shen Juan opposite him.

Shen Juan cupped his hands and said:

"That martial artist is a disciple personally taught by the Martial Emperor City, a martial artist at the peak of the Divine Chapter…"

"If it were the Worldly Realm, it would be more troublesome, a mere Divine Chapter… Come, go and gather a team of magic crossbowmen for Qian Shi Zhao, no matter what kind of disciple he is, causing trouble in the capital means he doesn't take our imperial army seriously."

The Yulin Guard Commander sneered.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the waist tag to Shen Juan with a "swoosh".

He muttered in his heart:

People beat your Zhao Yamen experts, but we have to find a venue for you… There's no way, who made that Zhao guy not easy to mess with.

Forget it.

…

Qianniu Guard…

Imperial Guard…

When the Jinyi of the Pear Blossom Hall, carrying Zhao Du'an's token and using the name of "obeying the imperial decree to maintain order", plunged into the official offices of the major forbidden armies.

Before long, when they returned again, they were each followed by a team of elite soldiers in armor, cold and stern.

At the same time.

Zhou Cang, who was ordered to keep an eye on Chai Keqiao, also handed over the latest location of the other party to Zhao Du'an.

…

The fine autumn rain, drizzling, soaked the streets and eaves.

The pedestrians on the street were also much fewer and deserted than usual.

On a certain cold street, a straw shoe stepped on the ground, the sole of the shoe sticking to a piece of wet, yellowish ginkgo leaf plastered beside the puddle on the ground.

On this black street, many scattered ginkgo leaves were scattered, and when the autumn wind rose, they were gorgeous and dazzling.

But after being wet by the cold rain, it appeared much more desolate.

The owner of the straw shoes suddenly stopped, the soles of his feet, which were almost bursting through the severely worn straw shoes, were red, and his toes were wet, with a few messy hairs growing on his big toe.

Above, was the round and solid calf because he had walked too many years on mountain roads, and the tattered linen clothes that were only worth a dozen copper plates.

There was also a relatively better raincoat.

The linen clothes were tied with a linen rope around the waist.

The axe, which had easily overturned the entire Zhao Yamen not long ago, was quietly tucked into the gap between the linen rope and the waist.

Chai Keqiao, whose complexion was rough and dark, but whose appearance could be seen to be quite good, raised his head.

He extended his gaze from the brim of the raincoat hat on his head.

Quietly, admiringly looking at the large ginkgo tree that stretched out from the courtyard wall in front of him.

At this moment, only half of the leaves remained on the tree.

The cold wind and cold rain blew past, and a particularly good-looking leaf on the strip of paper suddenly fell off, spinning down.

It was accurately pinched by Chai Keqiao's slowly extended hand.

"Heh…"

This young man, who was privately accepted as a disciple by Wu Xiankui, although only in the Divine Chapter realm, but had amazing potential, slowly twisted the petiole with his rough fingers.

Raising his head, he let the wet ginkgo leaf turn in his field of vision.

…

Across the street.

In a baked cake shop, the shop owner was burning firewood, the middle-aged wife beside him was kneading dough, and a five- or six-year-old child was squatting under the eaves, looking outside.

In this weather, there were much fewer customers. In the usually lively street shops, only occasional regulars patronized.

"Dad, Mom… look, that person across the street is so strange." The child with pigtails pointed outside and said.

"Don't point at people randomly, rotten fingers…" The woman with an accent threatened.

The middle-aged boss who was burning the fire curiously looked over and said:

"Seems like an outsider."

Suddenly, the water accumulated in the potholes on the ground rippled, as if a muffled thunder, from far to near, rolled over.

On the street.

Faces peeked out from the shops, looking towards the end of the street.

Only to see that at the street corner in the distance, a group of black dots suddenly poured out, approaching rapidly.

The autumn rain enveloped the capital, and two hundred iron cavalry came mightily.

A military man wearing a F屠 heavy armor, holding a giant spear, his face shrouded in a fine iron mask, took the lead, the long weapon dragging on the ground, the hooves like thunder, as if the mountains were collapsing and the earth was cracking.

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Misspelled words will be corrected later.

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