"Order Dongfang Shuo, the commander of Dongsimamen Company's carriage, to inspect the imperial mausoleum from now on, without making any mistakes!"
Du Rui, the captain of Weiwei Temple, gave an order.
When Ma Yuan, who went to Jingzhaoyi Mansion to submit documents every day, brought this order, Zhang Xuezhou almost thought that the other party had said the wrong thing.
"We patrol? I never heard that the city gate officer is still in charge of patrols." Zhang Xuezhou complained: "We went on patrol, who will guard the East Sima Gate?"
"Sir, I think so too, but that's what the order I received said," Ma Yuan explained.
"You really didn't omit anything," Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"I didn't miss a word, and I brought the order back!"
Ma Yuan coughed repeatedly and took out a piece of bamboo with the Weiwei Temple seal from his sleeve.
The content written on the bamboo tablet is exactly the same as Ma Yuan's description.
"How short of a manpower is there in our court? The gatekeeper still has to patrol?"
Although Zhang Xuezhou visited the imperial mausoleum last night, he didn't want to run around patrolling.
After complaining a few times, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but change his mind again while holding this order.
Zhang Xuezhou's Yang Soul can fly around, but he does not have the qualifications to physically go to the Emperor's Mausoleum. His previous activities were limited to the East Sima Gate.
This order directly expanded his range of activities to the entire imperial mausoleum.
Additional work is not a good thing, but having the right to walk around the imperial mausoleum with the order will undoubtedly bring more freedom. Zhang Xuezhou even directly found a shield on how to complete the tasks entrusted by Jinchang, avoiding the risk of leaking the incarnation of the Yang Soul.
"Jinchang only gave me three months. If I don't transfer him and he causes trouble again, this order may be of some additional use!"
If Sima Ling can be transferred from the official position within three months, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can take advantage of Jinchang or the King of Huainan to fish for spiritual jade. If something goes wrong, it will not affect him at all, and he may even cause trouble. The King of Huainan and others were involved.
But the official position in the imperial court was not something that Zhang Xuezhou could move whenever he wanted.
Zhang Xuezhou also had to consider how he could keep his position and his life if he was not transferred.
This order undoubtedly gave him more possibilities.
But an official guarding the city gate could actually leave his post without permission to patrol the imperial mausoleum. This order from the court made Zhang Xuezhou a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what the new emperor meant.
He thought about it in his mind and complained a lot.
Ma Yuan looked embarrassed and helpless.
There are only a few people in Dongsimamen, who can only guard against gentlemen and villains like a padlock. They can only act as a show at the moment, and there is little possibility of solving actual problems.
Most of the people who came to serve in Dongsimamen were retired from the army due to injuries. They were not weak at hand, and they could handle ten or eight adults with weapons.
Just thinking of Xu Wuduo being slapped away with a palm, Song Dongjia having his arm cut off, Zhu Yuncheng having his leg broken, Zhou Botong being poisoned, and more than ten people being killed, Ma Yuan shuddered in his heart. I just feel that these people are not at the same level as those who invaded the emperor's mausoleum.
Accordingly, it was difficult for everyone in the East Sima Clan to guard against these great monks' tomb robbers.
Under normal circumstances, this group of people should be considered conscientious by doing routine tasks.
However, the responsibilities and authority granted by the court have been expanded, which made Ma Yuan aware of the new risks.
"Sir, what should we do?" Ma Yuan asked, "Are we going to patrol the Imperial Tomb today?"
"Idle time is idle. It doesn't hurt to walk around." Zhang Xuezhou said: "After checking the group of people in the morning, we will close the city gate and walk around for a while. When the time comes in the afternoon, we will open the door and let people go. If you don't want to move, just stay here. Bian, I really advise you to go see a doctor..."
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds and felt that he still had to make a show of it.
As long as Jinchang's restraints are in place, they will have a relatively easy time in the past three months, and they will not encounter any trouble from tomb robbers.
Although he had already done all the things needed by Jinchang, it was good to patrol around and show off. This was better than lying on the tower all day long.
"Let's go, let's go on patrol!"
After putting in the craftsmen and civilians as usual, Zhang Xuezhou waved to Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng who were on duty in the morning shift.
"grown ups!"
Song Dongjia, who had lost his hand, and Zhu Yuncheng, who was lame, locked the city gate, put down the door bolt and followed Zhang Xuezhou.
"Do we really want to patrol?" Zhu Yuncheng asked with a sad face.
"Isn't this already on patrol?" Zhang Xuezhou said.
"With our physical condition, it would be dark even if we walked around the imperial mausoleum," Song Dongjia said helplessly.
"It's good to walk around to rejuvenate the blood after the body is injured." Zhang Xuezhou said: "We don't want to go far, let's just walk around!"
The injuries of Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng were handled relatively well, and Zhang Xuezhou did not release the emergency Taiqing Zhen Technique at will for treatment, lest the two of them failed to keep up with their nutrition and would have more negative effects.
The injuries of the two were not the minor injuries he had treated the Northern Army soldiers before, nor were they the well-off cultivators he had 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 technique in the Northern Military Region, but that technique requires eating some meat to be effective." Zhang Xuezhou said: "I saw two gray rabbits in the forest to the east yesterday. Let's catch them back to replenish the body." !”
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a while and then pointed in the direction.
If possible, he still hopes to have a few normal people under his command.
If everyone lives well, he can live well.
Zhang Xuezhou's words finally reminded Song Dongjia of something.
"Master Dongfang, did you have the title of Oriental Miracle Doctor in Chang'an City before? Did you even sit in a guest house for consultation?"
Song Dongjia remembered that many commanders of the Northern Army once spent ten and a half taels of money on medical treatment, which aroused the envy of many sergeants at that time.
When Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that he had learned healing methods, Song Dongjia quickly inserted people into it.
The person mentioned by the corps commanders is the miraculous doctor from the East, and their commander is also named Dongfang.
The key is that the surname Dongfang is not common. Maybe there is only one person named Dongfang in Chang'an City.
This made Song Dongjia guess and ask.
"It seems that you have heard rumors about some corps commanders before, and they were transferred in the past three months," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Yes, my arm was kicked off by a horse during training in August, so I could only serve in some leisurely places," Song Dongjia said, "It's just that I didn't expect that my arm hadn't grown well when I got here, but instead I was stabbed!"
"Your experience is indeed a bit bad," Zhang Xuezhou hissed.
"The doctor said I was lucky. If I hadn't broken my arm before, the knife would have caused me to bleed to death quickly without waiting for help." Song Dongjia said with a bitter smile: "This is better than losing my life."
What looked bad to Zhang Xuezhou was lucky to Song Dongjia.
He lost a broken arm but ultimately survived the attack.
His face retained the true character of a Northern Army soldier, and he was calm when talking about these things, without any resentment.
On the contrary, when it was confirmed that Zhang Xuezhou was good at healing injuries, he felt that luck was still shrouding him.
As long as he can take good care of his body and the emperor's mausoleum is stable, he will be able to live the rest of his life peacefully as a guard of Dongsimamen.
(End of chapter)
