Stepping into the spacious front hall of the military hall, there were more than a dozen generals wearing gilded unicorn emblems, surrounding the huge sand table, discussing something.

Linghu Po glanced at the giant sand table quickly, and then was stunned.

On the huge sand table was a model of the entire empire and the surrounding continents, including the coastline.

The terrain of various territories is extremely detailed, clear and realistic.

Unexpectedly, in the final Jin Dynasty, between the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Tang Dynasty, ancient military geography already had a certain level.

As he passed the giant sand table, he couldn't help but slow down and hear what the generals were talking about.

What they discussed was an analysis of the military strength of several independent kingdoms in western and northern Xinjiang, as well as the distribution of military forces on the border.

Is this going to be used against force?

This is high-level secret military intelligence, so it's not appropriate to let him be a deputy battalion general of the Qipin Border Army.

Linghu Po is sober.

He is actually just a nine-pintun rate, and it is really not a good thing to hear the highest-level military intelligence for the sake of studying.

Once something leaks happen, Shangfeng will track him down, and he will definitely be the ghost who dies.

This kind of historical allusion has happened too much throughout the ages.

Although I thought so in my heart, my ears were very unconsciously erect, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop.

After waking up, Linghu Po couldn't wait to escape from this damn front hall quickly.

But the staff sergeant in front of him walked evenly, not slowly, so he was helpless.

Passing through the long inner corridor, I finally entered the core of the military hall, the White Tiger Festival Hall.

After walking more than 100 steps like this, Hu Po's face turned white, and his vest was already in a cold sweat.

The quiet and quaint White Tiger Festival Hall consists of two halls.

The hall on the left is called the Da Sima Yamen, and the hall on the right is called the Taiwei Yamen.

Da Sima and Taiwei, starting from the late period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, are equivalent to the generalissimo and deputy marshal of the world's soldiers and horses.

Linghu Po followed the staff sergeant and cautiously walked into the gate of the great Sima, nervous.

That's where Guo Xiang works.

The entire main hall of the Great Sima Yamen, on the majestic unicorn seat, was empty.

It shows that Guo Xiang is not here.

Ling Hupo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Behind the tiger case on the left side of the unicorn constellation, there is a middle-aged general with an elegant face and about forty years.

He was dressed in a purple sauce-colored military general's uniform, and the gilded unicorn emblem on the collar badge was shining.

At this time, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was deep in thought, so that Hu Po could still hear his gentle breathing.

"Lord Sun Chong is Guo Dashuai's general, he has always been like this, please don't be shocked." The staff sergeant explained to Linghupo in a low voice.

The general, equivalent to the chief of staff of later generations, can be understood here as the secretary general of Guo Xiang's office.

In fact, it is impossible for a generalissimo to commute to and from work in the yamen every day, and most of them are his subordinate chief of staff or secretary general who takes care of everything and reports to him in summary.

Listening to the words of the staff sergeant, Ling Hupo couldn't help but stand still, not daring to move forward.

The general in front of him named Sun Chong must be Guo Xiang's confidant, and when they meet for the first time, they have to make a good impression on him.

"Oh... It's coming, let Ben take a look..."

Sun Chong did not fall asleep, but for a long time, he developed a posture of closing his eyes and resting his mind, or thinking about problems.

The people around him are very clear.

I saw Sun Chong open his squinted eyes, and his gaze swept towards Linghu Po standing under the hall like a torch.

He wanted to interview Ling Hupo in person, which was Guo Dashuai's instruction to him.

"Humble Linghu Po, knock on General Sun."

Ling Hupo reacted quickly, he did not hesitate to step forward with his left foot, kneel on the ground with his right knee, clench his hands into fists and bow his head, and bow to a standard military kneel.

"Get up." Sun Chongxu raised his right hand to signal.

"General Xie."

Linghu Po stood upright, lowered his hands and bowed his head.

"Look up." Sun Chong ordered.

His gaze was always scanning Linghu Slope up and down, left and right, and he nodded slightly from time to time, obviously satisfied with the spirit and appearance of the people under the hall.

"How many days did the journey take?"

"Return to the general, a total of twelve days."

"Which post house are you staying in now?"

"The First Post House of the Military Department."

“？？？”

The two sides asked and answered, and it was almost a small talk that had nothing to do with military affairs.

"Okay Linghu, after three days, you go directly to the Taixue Hall Military Garden to attend classes, and someone will arrange everything for you, you can leave now." Sun Chong was silent and said indifferently.

"Humble resignation."

After Ling Hupo clasped his fists and saluted, under the guidance of the staff sergeant, he withdrew from the White Tiger Festival Hall and returned the same way.

It's a bit like a job interview in the afterlife.

Ling Hupo didn't worry about anything, anyway, he just took classes and read in the school.

Following the staff sergeant, he fainted out of the military hall in a daze, and walked out of the imperial city in all directions.

He felt in a trance that he had circled the earth.

Looking at the majestic palace sinking in the red sun behind him, Hupo let out a heavy breath of turbidity, and felt a sense of relief and freedom from danger.

"Big brother, didn't you just go in and report for a check-in, why did you go for so long?"

Xu Shichang, who had been waiting outside the city for an hour, pouted his heavy mouth and complained that Linghu Po was coming.

"Yo He, you kid has itchy skin and is not beaten, right, bask in the sun here to be warm, relaxed and comfortable, and still complain? You don't know that this imperial city is too big, twisted and crooked, making me dizzy, and sweating on my nervous body. ”

Ling Hupo was not angry, but when he saw Xu Shichang nagging and complaining uninterestingly, opening his mouth was a lesson.

Broken mouth and love to nag are Xu Shichang's bad habits, and there is some imbalance in his heart.

He also wanted to go for a walk in the imperial city and open his eyes.

But Linghu Po directly asked him to lead the horse and wait outside, without saying a word of politeness.

He had just been careful.

"Okay, big brother, don't be angry with you." Xu Shichang saw Linghu Po blowing his beard and glaring, and hurriedly confessed.

This is where he behaves.

"Don't bother, lead the horse over, let's go back to the inn."

"Hmm."

Xu Shichang obediently brought the big dark horse over.

What happened next was a big surprise.

Linghupo, who usually never uses a horse pedal and gets on the horse with a leap, actually used a horse pedal this time, and asked Xu Shichang to push and help him on the buttocks, so he reluctantly rode the horse.

"Big brother, you... What's the matter with you, your face is wrong, are you sick? Xu Shichang was greatly alarmed.

I went in just now, I was in good spirits, how to get out of it, like a frosted eggplant, soft and wilted.

"It's okay, I was too nervous just now, I'll be fine later."

Ling Hupo understood that he had been in a state of high nervous tension for a long time just now, so that he had excessive adrenaline secretion and his body was almost collapsed.

He found that his underwear had long been soaked with sweat.

"Let's go, hurry back to the inn."

With that, he rode his horse and whipped it, so that the horses trotted up and went to the inn.

When they returned to the inn, it was late in the evening.

At this time, the streets are also lively.