"Order the East Sima Gate Bus Sima Ling Dongfang Shuo to inspect the Emperor's Mausoleum from now on, there must be no mistakes!"

Du Rui, the captain of the Weiwei Temple, gave an order.

When Ma Yuan, who went to Jingzhaoyi Mansion every day to submit documents, brought this order, Zhang Xuezhou almost thought that the other party had said the wrong thing.

"We patrol? I haven't heard that the city gate officials are still in charge of patrolling," Zhang Xuezhou complained: "We went on patrol, who will guard the East Sima Gate?" ”

"Adult, the small one thinks so too, but that's what the small one received from the order," Ma Yuan explained.

"You really didn't miss anything," Zhang Xuezhou asked.

"I didn't miss a word, I brought the order back!"

Ma Yuan coughed again and again, and laboriously took out a piece of bamboo from his cuff that was printed with the seal of Weiwei Temple.

What is written on the bamboo piece is exactly the same as Ma Yuan's description.

"How short of people is there in our court, and the gatekeepers still have to do patrols?"

Although Zhang Xuezhou paraded the emperor's mausoleum last night, he didn't want to run errands and patrol everywhere.

complained a few sentences again and again, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but change his mind when he took this order.

Zhang Xuezhou's yang spirit can fly around, but he really does not have the qualifications to go to the emperor's tomb in the flesh, and his previous activities were limited to Dongsima Gate.

This decree directly expanded his range of activities to the entire Imperial Tomb.

It is not a good thing to have extra work, but holding the order to have the right to walk in the emperor's tomb is undoubtedly more freedom, and Zhang Xuezhou even directly found a shield on how to complete the things entrusted by Jinchang, so as to avoid the bottom of the incarnation of the yang spirit.

"Jin Chang only gave me three months, in case I am not transferred, he has to do things again, this order may be of some extra use at that time!"

If Sima Ling can be transferred out of the bus within three months, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can take advantage of Jinchang or King Huainan to take advantage of the action of Jinchang or King Huainan to catch a piece of spiritual jade, and if something happens, it will not affect him for half a dime, and he may even involve the troublesome King Huainan and others.

But the official position of the imperial court is not something that Zhang Xuezhou can move if he wants to.

Zhang Xuezhou also had to think about how he would keep his position and save his life if he was not transferred.

This order undoubtedly gave him more possibilities.

But an official guarding the city gate can leave his post without permission to patrol the emperor's mausoleum, this order of the imperial court made Zhang Xuezhou a little baffled, and he couldn't figure out what the new emperor meant for a while.

He thought about it in his heart, and there was no shortage of complaints.

Ma Yuan looked embarrassed and helpless.

There are only a few people in Dongsimamen, they can only guard against gentlemen and villains like padlocks, they can only do it at the moment, and it is difficult to solve practical problems.

Most of the people who came to serve in the East Sima Gate were retired from the army due to injuries, and the strength at hand was not weak, and it was no problem to deal with ten or eight adults with weapons.

As long as he thought that Xu Wuduo was slapped away with a palm, Song Dongjia had his arm cut off, Zhu Yuncheng had his leg broken, Zhou Botong was poisoned, and more than ten people were killed, Ma Yuan also shuddered in his heart, only to feel that these people were not of the same grade as those who broke into the emperor's mausoleum.

Correspondingly, it was difficult for the people of the East Sima Gate to prevent these great monks from robbing the tombs.

Under normal circumstances, they should be considered conscientious when they do routine work.

However, the responsibilities and powers given by the imperial court have expanded, which makes Ma Yuan aware of the new risks.

"My lord, what are we going to do?" Ma Yuan asked, "Are you going to patrol the Imperial Tomb today?" ”

"Idle is idle, it's okay to walk around" Zhang Xuezhou said: "After checking the group of people in the morning, let's close the city gate and wander around, and then open the door to release people when the time is ...... afternoon."

Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds and felt that he still had to make an appearance.

As long as Jin Chang's restraints are in place, they will still have a better time in the past three months, and they will not encounter any trouble with tomb robbers.

Although he had already done what Jin Chang needed, it was not bad to patrol around, which was better than lying on the city tower all day.

"Let's go, let's go on patrol!"

After putting in the craftsmen and folk husbands as usual, Zhang Xuezhou beckoned to Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng, who were on the morning shift.

"Your Excellency!"

Song Dongjia, who had a broken hand, and Zhu Yuncheng, who was lame, locked the city gate, put down the bolt and followed behind Zhang Xuezhou.

"Are we really going to do patrolling?" Zhu Yuncheng asked with a sad face.

"Isn't this already on patrol," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Our body is in this condition, and it's going to get dark when we go around the imperial mausoleum," Song Dongjia said helplessly.

"It's not bad to walk around and invigorate blood after being injured," Zhang Xuezhou said: "Let's not go far, let's go casually!" ”

Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng's injuries were handled relatively well, and Zhang Xuezhou did not release the emergency Tai Halal technique for treatment at will, lest the nutrition of the two of them not keep up and lead to more bad effects.

The injuries of the two were not the minor injuries he had treated for the previous soldiers of the Northern Army, nor were they the great cultivators with family backgrounds he treated.

For Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng, if there is not enough meat in the short term, slow recovery is a safer way to recuperate.

"I learned a healing method in the Northern Military Region, but that technique requires eating some meat to have a good effect" Zhang Xuezhou said: "I saw two gray-haired rabbits in the forest in the east yesterday, let's catch them back to replenish their bodies!" ”

Zhang Xuezhou pondered for a while, and then stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction.

If he could, he still hoped that he would have a few normal people under his hands.

If everyone is doing well, he can live well.

Zhang Xuezhou's words finally reminded Song Dongjia of something.

"Lord Dongfang, did you still have the name of an Oriental Divine Doctor in Chang'an City before? Have you ever been in an inn? ”

Song Dongjia remembered that many commanders of the Northern Army had spent ten and a half taels to treat their illnesses, which attracted the envy of many sergeants at that time.

waited until Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he had learned healing methods, which made Song Dongjia extremely quickly substitute people into it.

The person mentioned by the Wu Commanders is the Oriental Divine Doctor, and their chief is also surnamed Dongfang.

The key is that this kind of surname Dongfang is not common, maybe there is only one surname in Chang'an City.

This made Song Dongjia guess and asked.

"It seems that I have heard some rumors about the Wu Chang before, and it was also transferred in the past three months," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Yes, I was kicked off my arm by a horse during the August training camp, so I can only come to some quiet places to serve" Song Dongjia said: "It's just that I didn't expect to come here and my arm hasn't grown well, but I was stabbed!" ”

"Your experience is indeed a bit bad," Zhang Xuezhou sighed.

"The doctor said that I was lucky, if it wasn't for the broken arm before, that knife would be enough to make me bleed to death quickly, and I couldn't wait for the time to save my life" Song Dongjia smiled bitterly: "This is better than losing my life." ”

In Zhang Xuezhou's opinion, it is bad for Song Dongjia.

He lost a broken arm, but survived the attack.

His face did not lose the true colors of the soldiers of the Northern Army, and he talked about these things calmly, and there was no resentment.

On the contrary, when it was confirmed that Zhang Xuezhou was good at healing his injuries, he only felt that luck was still hanging over him.

But as long as he can take care of his body and stabilize the Emperor's Mausoleum, he is enough to spend the rest of his life safely and securely as the guard of the East Sima Gate.

(End of chapter)