Early the next morning, the morning light slowly shone through the paper window, and Zheng Hui's voice sounded.

"Wake up, get up! I don't have any sheep soup to drink today, so let's go to the dining house to eat pig food, and patrol the streets after eating! Hurry up! ”

The four of them packed up and went to the dining house.

Breakfast was very hard, especially compared to yesterday's haggis soup.

Li Qingxian finally understood why Zheng Hui and Yu Ping called the food in the division pig food.

Not figuratively, because these cooks are also responsible for feeding the pigs.

A year ago, the cook mixed gruel with pig food, and many people didn't see the difference.

After breakfast, the four members of the Ajiu team slowly walked to Wanping Street, occasionally meeting acquaintances along the way and exchanging a few words.

Today, there are many more people who greet Li Qingxian.

didn't go to the morning market on Joy Street, the four of them went straight to Wanping Street, and then divided into two teams to inspect the places around Wanpingfang.

Zheng Hui and Li Qingxian started from the hour of Mao Zheng, stopping and patrolling the streets all the way.

Li Qingxian finally understood the duty of patrolling the streets.

The night guard listened to the majesty, but the majesty was the master, the interrogation of the Imperial Prison Division, and the captured cavalry.

The street patrol room is responsible for inspecting the capital and supervising the monks who enter the products, but the major forces near Wanpingfang gather, and the monks are cautious.

Most of the time, the A-9 team is equivalent to ordinary soldiers in fancy clothes.

One morning, mediating merchant disputes, helping the elderly to cross the road, keeping children away from the avenue, no thieves, no bandits, no knives out of the sheath, and passed smoothly.

Near noon, Li Qingxian and Zheng Hui walked back to the intersection of Wanping Street.

The huge three-character archway of Wanpingfang stood in front of him, and Li Qingxian dragged his heavy legs, unable to move forward.

Not counting the rest time, I walked for more than four hours, and my legs were tired and cramped.

"Tired, aren't you?"

"Okay." Li Qingxian said strongly.

Zheng Hui thought for a while and said, "Then in the afternoon, let's come back and patrol for half an hour and then release the ya, you have a good rest." ”

"Thank you, Brother Zheng." Li Qing said with a smile.

"Let's go, Ambo, they're here, let's have lunch."

The four of them met and went back to the Night Guard for lunch together.

During the lunch break, Li Qingxian, like everyone else, walked to the big locust tree in the middle of the courtyard of the patrol street, and gathered with the night guards of other houses, listening to the blind chatter from all over the world.

As soon as the righteous sword of the great Confucian dynasty came out of the open sea, what the alliance leader of the old martial arts flew into the sky and smashed the thousands of zhang high mountains with one punch, what demon clan super sage sucked the river dry in one go, what the Heavenly Mandate Sect counted three thousand years down for five hundred years, what general Wang swore to guard the river for the rest of his life, the demon clan would not retreat or return to Beijing, and so on, and so on.

After the lunch break passed, the night guards remained motionless as if they were in place, and after two quarters of an hour they got up lazily.

The four of them left the Shendu Division, went to the teahouse to listen to the storytelling for half an hour, and drank three pots of herbal tea before going to patrol the streets.

Towards the evening, Zheng Hui announced that today's street patrol would end here, and the four of them slowly returned.

The day's street patrol is officially over.

Stepping into the side door of the night guard, Zheng Hui said: "Let go of the ya, you guys rest, I'll go to He Fangshou to report." ”

At the same time, Li Qingxian felt a slightly cool air flow coming from nowhere, entering the center of his eyebrows, exactly the same as the feeling of luck coming yesterday.

Li Qingxian couldn't help but guess, is this luck a reward for his conscientious patrolling of the streets?

Back at the residence, Zhou Chunfeng's guards were waiting, pulled Li Qingxian aside, presented a waist card of the Imperial Prison Division, and whispered that the wine shop was preparing, and at most ten days, people from the Ministry of Industry would come to the door.

When Zhou Chunfeng's guards left, Yu Ping and Han Anbo curiously borrowed the waist card of the Imperial Prison Division to check, and were amazed.

"Gou Fugui, eat mutton soup!" Yu Ping enviously handed back the waist card.

"Definitely." Li Qing said with a smile.

"It's all settled?" Han Anbo asked vaguely.

Li Qingxian was silent for a moment and said, "Lord Zhou said that I don't need to worry. ”

"That's good, if Lord Zhou speaks, at least they don't dare to do it. If you make a righteous move, Lord Zhou can take it, you pay more attention, don't go the wrong way and let people grab the handle. Han Anbo said.

Li Qing said with a smile: "Don't worry, when you fought with someone on the street back then, what black hand had you never seen?" ”

After dinner, Li Qingxian went to the night guard's library, borrowed a few basic books related to numerology, and took them back to the dormitory to read.

The three of them didn't bother him, first went to chat under the big locust tree, and then went to the school to practice martial arts.

Another day passed, and after the release of the ya, a piece of luck came.

Another day, luck came as scheduled.

Li Qingxian relied on the books he had read in the past few days and what he had learned in the past to guess a rough idea.

The reason why the six major forces of Confucianism, Taoism, Wulin, Demon Gate, Evil Sect and Difu willingly joined the imperial court is said to be to absorb the luck of the imperial court and strengthen themselves.

From the beginning of the Tiankang Emperor, the imperial court was able to make powerful luck treasures and reward meritorious officials.

The jade seal of the founding of Qi is the strongest luck treasure in the world.

People have luck, and so does the country.

Li Qingxian felt a chill behind his back, could it be that he was stealing the fortunes of the country?

Thinking about his qualifications, Li Qingxian decided that this matter was rotten in his stomach and made a fortune in a muffled voice.

Li Qingxian felt sorry in his heart, and now he could only feel that the luck and the Heavenly Destiny Instrument were somewhere in the center of his eyebrows, and he couldn't use it.

"Maybe you have to wait for the product, take your time, don't rush."

Another day passed, and the street patrol was over, Li Qingxian gained a wisp of luck as usual, and returned to the yamen, where Zhou Chunfeng's guards stood at the side door.

"Lord Li, Lord Zhou, please."

"I'm not an official in the first place, just call me Xiao Li," Li Qingxian said, looking at Zheng Hui and the others, "I'll go to Master Zhou's trip, you don't have to wait for me." ”

Zheng Hui and Han Ambo nodded, and Yu Ping blinked quickly and whispered, "If you have a snack, bring it back." ”

Zheng Hui raised his hand and flicked a chestnut on Yu Ping's head, and scolded with a smile: "You are a pig, do you want to eat or not?" ”

"Hmph...... Hum ......" Yu Ping raised his head and opened his mouth, his voice was vivid.

Li Qingxian and Han Anbo laughed, Zheng Hui couldn't cry or laugh, and waved his hand away in disgust.

"If there is, I'll give you some." Li Qing said with a smile.

Following the guards, stepping on the half-familiar road, entering the back hall of the Shendu Division, and slowly watching the surrounding scenery.

Rockery flowing water, lotus pond flowers and plants, spring and summer.

Li Qingxian looked at the three words "Spring Breeze House" at the door, thinking about when he could live in this kind of yard......

"Uncle Zhou, I'm here." Li Qingxian knocked on the door three times, and pushed the door in with a big grin.

"Hmm." Zhou Chunfeng sat on the desk and didn't raise his head.

Zhou Hate stood at the table, his eyebrows lowered.

In the afterglow, a tender white shadow stood in front of the window, and Li Qingxian turned his head to look.

A slender woman in white looked out the window, the sky light fell on her immature and beautiful face, the skin was translucent, warm and delicate, white as jade snow.

She is only half a head shorter than Li Qingxian, but her waist is too slender, and at first glance she looks like a small sheep.

Li Qingxian looked carefully, her neck was slender, her waist was slender, and even her wrists were so thin that she seemed to be able to put on a ring.

The slender jade arm rested on the windowsill, and the forearm exposed outside the cuff seemed to be a warm jade glow, dazzling.

On the left wrist, there is a green jade bracelet full of ice, pure and flawless.

In front of the bookshelf, behind the wooden window, the light of the setting sun shines on the small white body, like in a painting.

On the windowsill, birds and insects such as yellow-billed finches, light green gnats, and pink and white butterflies gather together, looking at the girl, jumping back and forth.

The girl's fingers moved lightly, and those birds and insects were reluctant to chirp a few times, or fly high into the clouds, or drill flowers into the grass, and scattered.

The woman in white turned around slowly, glanced at Li Qingxian, nodded lightly, and seemed to have a shallow smile on her face, which disappeared in an instant, and it seemed to be an illusion, she had never smiled, which made it difficult to distinguish.

Her eyebrows are slender, her eyes are bright and shiny, her eyes are smart, her nose is delicate and straight, and her lips are extremely thin, so thin that her upper lip seems to be a thin crescent line.

A white gauze dress surrounded by a bright blue belt, and the slender waist can be held in one hand.

Her whole person is slender, and even her small face is slowly outlined as if the thinnest brushstroke.

Slender girl, pale white face, delicate as poetry, elegant as a fairy.

At first glance, she looked like a fourteen-fifteen face, but the faint heroism between her eyebrows and the black-sheathed blue-veined ancient sword suspended on her side made her look at least eighteen.

"Hello, my name is Li Qingxian." Li Qingxian smiled and introduced himself.

"Concubine Jiang." The girl's voice was soft and soft, neither cold nor warm.

The girl turned around and walked towards Zhou Chunfeng, her small body was straight, her white clothes were fluttering, the corners of her skirt were turning, and her long hair was like a waterfall, swaying gently. The white gauze headband was loosely tied, leaving two white gauzes running down with the thick black hair.

The long hair hung down, dyed with the pale glow of the setting sun, covering the writhing waist.

Zhou Chunfeng suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Qingxian with a smile.

Li Qingxian coughed lightly and said seriously: "Concubine Jiang? I seem to have heard of it, Uncle Zhou, don't you want to introduce it? ”