"Chu Zijiang can be in charge of the Qingfeng Black Armor Battalion at a young age, it is definitely not simple, no worse than my brother. Nalan Ruoshui shook his head and said.

"Anyway, the 'bald monk' is here to participate in the rookie competition, let's just go and see the excitement. Qiu Yanqiu pursed her lips and smiled.

"Took it away for Chu Zijiang?" Zhao Zhang's face changed suddenly after listening to the report, and he slapped the table and kicked Cao An to the ground, scolding, "You idiot, how could you be like this." Hurry down and take back all the ink feather bows in the hands of the platoon helpers, take them back, be quick!"

"Lord Zhao, Chu Zijiang is just a general, but you are a dignified envoy, why are you so nervous?" Cao An asked a little unconvinced as he touched the corner of his forehead that had been broken.

"You know a fart! Of course, a little guy is nothing, but his surname is Chu, do you understand his surname Chu? Idiot, what a fool, dare to be verbose and make a knife to cut you down. Zhao Zhang pulled out his sword awkwardly.

"Surname Chu ......" Cao An was long-winded, and suddenly thought of something, and suddenly his face lost his blood, and he ran away.

"Young Master Xiao, have you decided on a place to live?" After entering Hai'an City, Chu Zijiang asked.

"Not yet, I'm not familiar with this Hai'an City, and I don't know which inn is better. Xiao Qiyue shook his head and said, Xiao Jinsong, the housekeeper next to him, was slightly stunned, but he didn't say anything.

Because, he didn't understand, obviously he had already settled at the Long'an Inn, why his son-in-law said that he hadn't decided.

However, Shaodong should have his own plans when he said so.

"Hehehe, I don't think I need to look for it anymore. There is a post house next to the superior of Qingying Peak's 'Diguan Black Armor Camp', and he lives there. Xiao Gongzi has made such a miraculous contribution to the Black Armor Battalion, and we should be entertained. Chu Zijiang said with a smile.

"How can this be done?" Xiao Qiyue had to deliberately push it, originally deliberately saying that the purpose of the inn was for this.

After all, he and the platoon gang are already like fire and water, and this is the territory of Cui Ding Mountain, which is full of dangers.

It is certainly not as safe to live in a civilian inn as to live in a military* 'guest house'.

"I made it, and it was so decided. Moreover, it is also convenient to invite Xiao Gongzi to drink wine, eat meat, drink tea and play chess when he has time. Chu Zijiang's excessive enthusiasm made Xiao Qiyue a little suspicious, he and he met him for the second time, where did he come from such a friendship?

What's more, how can the head of the country's elite look down on himself as a small common man?

is that he is well-known in Tianyang County, but in Chu Zijiang's eyes, it is nothing.

So I looked at the popularity on his head, and sure enough, there was a situation.

Chu Zijiang's popularity actually faintly showed a corpse, who else was the dead ghost who was not the deputy general of the Qingfeng Black Armor Battalion, Lin Yang?

Could it be that this person's case has not yet been concluded, and it involves major affairs of the Black Armor Battalion.

This matter has always been entangled in Chu Zijiang's heart, and he still needs to cooperate to solve the case?

"That'...... Okay, since Lord Chu is like this, I still push it but it's a little fake, so it's bothering. Xiao Qiyue hugged his fists.

The 'Diguan Post House' was built not far from the Diguan Yamen, which is convenient for the guests of the Heijia Camp to stay.

Of course, the camp of the Diguan Heijia Camp is not in Hai'an City, and the Diguan Yamen is their 'store' on the surface.

Once they enter the state of war or mission, the soldiers in the yamen will be stationed in the camp for a long time.

"Director Wei, this is Xiao Qiyue Xiao Gongzi from Tianyang, and the others are his family, give them Pavilion No. 6. As soon as he entered the post house, Chu Zijiang handed over to Wei Changqing, the director of the post house.

"Pavilion No. 6, this, Lord Chu, there are regulations on Pavilion No. 6, I don't know ...... this Xiao Gongzi" Wei Changqing was stunned for a moment, his expression was a little strange.

After all, there are six special pavilions in the Diguan Post House.

The area is not large, but the living room, tea room, study room, guard room, etc. are all available, and all the people who are qualified to live are important people of the Great Chu royal family and the military * Fang Liupin and above.

Although Chu Zijiang only has seven grades, he is the general manager of the black armor battalion, which is one level higher than the ordinary general master.

However, Chu Zijiang can only live in Pavilion No. 6.

For example, Pavilion No. 5 is not qualified to live, so at least the generals of the fifth grade must be guarded.

This is similar to the 'high-level cadre' of the modern social guest house, the reception department, the department level, and the ministry level.

"The prince of Chu is a loyal and brave guard of the Zhennan Palace. Chu Zijiang said with a serious face, and moved out the title that was posthumously given to the dead.

"I'm sorry, the lower official is rude. However, can you ask the Chu guards to show their waist cards? Director Wei hurriedly bowed and said apologetically.

After all, this Guan Post House is not only a place to entertain the Black Armor Battalion, but also a place to entertain officials of the Great Chu State.

For example, the governor and governor went down to Hai'an to work and lived in this inn.

Because, next to the Diguan Post House, next to the Diguan Yamen, there is a signboard of the Black Armor Battalion, and ordinary robbers and wicked people dare not come to brush the tiger's whiskers.

There are no rules, if you let the bad guys come in and kill a certain big person, then Wei Changqing will not be able to cut off a few heads.

"Curator Wei doesn't believe this official anymore?" Chu Zijiang was a little angry, and looked at him in a tone of voice.

"Of course Lord Chu's subordinates believe it, but this is a death order from above.

Lord Chu also knew that a few days ago, Dongcheng County, Hai'an City, ordered Gu Yunfeng's entire family to be killed.

Taishou was so angry that even Hou Ye was shocked.

Governor Yu directly ordered that the case must be solved within a month.

Therefore, the whole city is under martial law.

In addition, in the past few days, the rookie competition hosted by the Houyefu is about to start, and the inspection is strict.

If you mess up the rookie game by the bad guys, you're going to lose your head. Director Wei said helplessly.

"What does that have to do with the post house? Could anyone dare to pretend to enter the Diguan post house?" Chu Zijiang sneered.

"Originally, it didn't matter, but it's strange that Master Gu passed by at our post office before he died.

Regarding this matter, Lord Wang Zhenyang, the head catcher of Hai'an, has been here several times.

He is also a big head, Lord Yu gave a death order, and the case could not be solved within a month, and all the people in Hai'an Mansion had to eat the board, and he took off his hat directly.

Therefore, Lord Zhang recruited all the yamen in Hai'an City to hold an important meeting, especially the inn, which must be put in place.

Who dares to show favoritism, that's a big deal to cut off the head. Curator Wei hurriedly explained.

"Master Chu, I think it's okay to pick an ordinary single room to live in for a few days. Xiao Qiyue said.

I was also secretly surprised in my heart, I didn't expect the death of a county order to be such a sensation, and it is estimated that the eldest brother Wang is really anxious.

The original estimate of this matter was Li Dangyang's plan to transfer the tiger away from the mountain, and the purpose was to transfer Mr. Wang's head hunting away from Tianyang.

Now, however, it seems unlikely to be so simple.

"Hmph! Xiao Gongzi is on a secret mission, it's inconvenient to show it, is this enough?" Chu Zijiang seemed to be more serious today, his sleeves moved, and he suddenly stretched out his palm and propped it up in front of Wei Changqing.

Curator Wei suddenly took a look at it, and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Xiao Qiyue was also secretly surprised, what could scare Wei Changqing, the curator of the seventh grade.

So he secretly glanced at it, although Chu Zijiang just retracted his sleeve with a palm.

However, Xiao Qiyue could clearly see that there was an iron token attached to the palm of his hand.