After going out, Tang Ya also had to talk to the previous director of the guard station. Such a change would not have happened so suddenly in the past two days. Why hasn’t it been reported to the higher authorities?
They left the Demon Suppression Pass much later than expected, and it was almost midnight when they returned to the outpost. Except for the stationed guards and a few cooks preparing the morning food, the rest were still sleeping.
Although the cook was still awake, the food was obviously not freshly prepared. However, today there were not as many people as yesterday at the Demon Pass. We were not all well-dressed and well-fed young men, so it was not a grievance to eat something half-cold, so they all gathered around the bonfire. Soak the hard dry food into the half-heated soup and drink it without hesitation. After a simple meal, he drags his tired body back to the tent to rest.
Zhu Meiren also held such a bowl of soaked dry food, found Tang Ya who was sitting in the corner, and sat beside him: "Why, are you still worried about things in the Demon Suppression Pass?"
Tang Ya nodded and smiled bitterly. The cake in his hand has only been broken into one piece: "After I came back and asked, I found out that the director of the guard station, Qiao Dongzhu, had been missing for many days. No one in this huge security guard station knew about him. Whereabouts. Even though I lost my ability, I can still live peacefully until now..."
Zhu Meiren frowned, this matter is indeed very strange, but I'm afraid it won't be found out for a while. She thought for a while and decided to change the topic: "Then you are hiding here in a daze, are you afraid of being entangled by that mediocre person?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Tang Ya paused and then asked: "How is he today?"
"I haven't seen him yet. I heard that he never leaves the house and only scolds in the room. He didn't touch the food that was delivered to him." Zhu Meiren dragged her chin, still looking disgusted: "He has a pretty temper. big."
"This is better. If he insists on getting involved like yesterday, we won't be able to explain it to the Duke." Tang Ya put his fingers together and broke off another piece of cake. The cake swelled several times when soaked in soup. Combined with the slightly spicy and salty taste of the soup, the rough flavor made people subconsciously devour it.
Having been in the Security Department for a long time, she was used to seeing all kinds of killings, and Zhu Meiren didn't have the appearance of a lady. The two of them just sat side by side. After finishing their food, they placed the empty bowls at their feet.
Only then did Tang Ya regain his composure: "I feel like something is not right about this place."
"I have sent people to report the affairs of the guard station back to the capital overnight." Zhu Meiren said, "Do you think the Duke will come?"
"There's something going on at the Beijing Guard Station, and it involves the Demon Suppression Pass. The director's coming in person doesn't break the rule of not leaving the capital. But it's obviously not a good time to leave the capital right now." Tang Ya lowered his eyes, "But come to think of it. We can get the director's order tomorrow. You and I don't have to be like headless flies now."
"I thought it was just a boring job to accompany the young city lord to study. Who knew that such a strange thing could happen." Zhu Meiren sighed, "If things here get too big, then the young city lord's 'achievements' may also be lost."
Tang Ya stopped answering and just meditated quietly.
There are fewer and fewer people around the campfire. The stars are shining brightly, the dry firewood is crackling, and just like that, it's dawn again.
Tang Ya was still leading the troops today, but today he obviously led more people than yesterday, but he left Zhu Meiren at the guard station. In addition to taking charge of various matters here, he also had to pursue the case of the previous officer. The whereabouts of Chang Qiao Dongzhu.
It was almost midnight when we set off. Zhu Meiren saw her off personally at the gate of the guardhouse. After Tang Ya gave Zhu Meiren some instructions, he led everyone on the way.
When Zhu Meiren returned to the guardhouse, someone immediately came to report: "Commander Zhu, that person is here again..."
It was true that the words were vulgar, which made it difficult for a practitioner like him, who thought he was informal, to say it out loud.
Zhu Meiren rubbed her eyebrows: "I understand. As long as he doesn't go out, let him go. Where are the documents in the office? According to the date, they should not be sent to Beijing until next month. Take me to see them first."
The man immediately said yes and wanted to lead the way.
Zhu Meiren had just taken two steps when she suddenly felt something was wrong: "The Taoist priest who followed him was a practitioner and could naturally live without food. But what about the doctor he brought back? Never eaten?"
Zhu Meiren was deeply impressed by the doctor surnamed Lu in white clothes and white hair. His appearance alone was enough to call him a stranger. Even though this person's medical skills are extremely high, his cultivation level is mediocre, far from the level where he can live without food.
The soldier leading the way thought for a while and said hesitantly: "He often treats injured brothers in the camp. However, there are not so many injured people in the past two days, and not many people show up..."
To put it bluntly, the man was just a doctor, and no one deliberately paid attention to whether he had eaten.
Zhu Meiren hesitated for a moment, thinking that as long as Song Yu stayed in the camp, the other people were not important, so she stopped paying attention and followed the soldier to the place where the documents were kept.
It is not easy to track down Qiao Dongzhu's affairs, not to mention that Zhu Meiren's rapid promotion only relies on her extraordinary talent for cultivation, rather than her administrative ability in writing documents. It is still difficult for her to find out what she wants from the vast sea of books. It's really not a simple thing.
Until noon, when the cook started to beat the gong and serve the rice again, Zhu Meiren immediately threw down the copywriting in her hand as if she had been released from prison, and strode out with a look of relief in her eyes.
After three days of thousands of people arriving silently, the guardhouse finally returned to its previous order. What's more, Tang Ya ordered a lot of people out today, so the pressure on the cook was greatly reduced. Lunch consists of hot rice, hot vegetables, and hot soup, which makes people feel comfortable both physically and mentally.
However, during the dinner, Zhu Meiren would still hear some people miss the food and wine paid for by Song Yu for the previous two nights. After all, a big pot of chowder is still not as tempting as a whole pig or sheep being slaughtered and roasted.
While chatting, they mentioned that the young city lord had been locked up in the house for so long and never came out, let alone eating. Every time a servant came to bring food, he would scold him and run away. But if someone really gets hungry and the people above find out about it, then the subordinates who follow them may not have anything good to eat...
Zhu Meiren also frowned when she heard this. She thought of Lin Ting's importance to Song Yu, and then thought that even Tang Ya's attitude had undergone some subtle changes.
Zhu Meiren hesitated for a moment, then called the commander of the fire-headed soldiers over: "Order one that is the best for small stoves, and make some food for yourself later, and then send it to the Young City Master with me."
"This is not difficult. However, the environment in the camp is simple and it is difficult to do it carefully. I am afraid that it will offend the nobles." The chief was also thinking. Because he heard that the young city lord personally chose beans with everyone, he thought that the other party was a friendly person. However, people have been staying behind closed doors for the past two days, and angry curses are often heard. With such a moody temper, I'm afraid he will lose his head if he is not handled well.
Zhu Meiren was not sure about this young master's temperament for a moment. In the final analysis, if he was really just a rich young man with no ideas, then everything would be easier to handle. But it happened that only two days ago, the young city lord showed off his abilities and skills.
In front of her subordinates, Zhu Meiren remained calm even though she was feeling uneasy. She just waved her hand casually: "Just make something simple and easy to eat. Our conditions here are difficult. If we really serve him a piece of abalone, It’s weird to have ginseng in the belly of the wings.”
The commander had no choice but to take the order and go down to prepare. After all, it was just after the meal was served, so it was not easy to use the leftover ingredients to cook for the nobles. It took some time to prepare again, and then someone came to report to Zhu Meiren: "Commander, everything is done."
Zhu Meiren had already finished her meal. After hearing this, she stood up and said, "Well, let's go."
Although the conditions were simple, the cook still tried his best to arrange the simple noodles and side dishes in an exquisite and neat manner, laid them out on the table one by one, and sent them to Song Yu's room one after another. Zhu Meiren walked in the front, still warning herself that she would meet Song Yu later and not to let her temper show up on her face or anger on her head. Even if someone is bad, she still has to help the Department of Safety admit their mistakes.
This is for Lin Ting's great cause.
After Zhu Meiren had done her self-cultivation, she also walked to the courtyard where Song Yu was. At this moment, the yard was quiet and there was no sound. The door to the side room was only ajar, and the doctor surnamed Lu should not be in the room at this time.
Zhu Meiren held her breath and found that she couldn't hear any movement in the room, and she couldn't help but have an ominous premonition. She knocked lightly on the door: "Young City Master."
There was no response in the room for a while.
Zhu Meiren felt more ominous. Could it be that this young city lord ran away? She motioned with her eyes to the attendants who came with her to see if there was any trace of anyone leaving, and then knocked on the door again: "Young City Master? I am Zhu Meiren. I heard from the people below that you haven't had any water or rice for a day. In person, Come and bring you something to eat.”
It was rare for her to be so humble. As a monk and a small commander of the Peace Department, I really haven't lowered my attitude so low in many years.
There seemed to be a little noise in the room. At this time, the attendant came back and shook his head at Zhu Meiren. The doors and windows of this house are all closed very well, and there are no traces of anyone entering or exiting on the window sills. They are all from the Department of Safety, so this can still be seen.
At this moment, Song Yu's voice came from the room: "If you don't want to eat, you won't eat! I'm so angry!"
Zhu Meiren's heart had calmed down a bit, but at the same time, another fire was rising. It would be none of her business if the young master was usually hungry, but now he was out of town, did you know that he would How much trouble you add to others! This moment of emotional relaxation caused her to speak a step faster: "Why are you being so petty when you are out? I came right in."
She was asked to tell her that although City Master Song was a master of cultivation and capable, his method of raising his son was really poor.
When she reached out to push the door open, Zhu Meicai discovered that the door seemed to have some restrictions, but it was not very secure, and it was not like someone of Xie Nanshi's level would be able to open it. Zhu Meiren immediately felt that this was probably Song Yuzheng's fault, and without giving any face, a burst of energy shot out from the heel of her palm and directly knocked open the double doors. Basically there was no obstacle, this restriction was broken by Zhu Meiren.
For a while, the unoiled door creaked and squeaked, but the room was empty. The cook accompanying Zhu Meiren was holding the chopping board with trembling hands: "Commander, this..."
Zhu Meiren looked at the unobstructed view of the main room, her eyes widened.
"It's broken, why is this person gone?"
