Zhao Qingsong made a compilation and said with a smile: "What Wei Baihu said is that the official only has a small request. It is very simple and has nothing to do with anything else. As long as Mr. Wei Baihu nods, it will be fine!"
"Oh? Then you might as well tell me and listen!"
Zhao Qingsong took out another small paper roll from his arms, handed it over, and said: "Master Baihu, Xiaguan's waist injury has recently relapsed. He has been working here all the time, which is really unbearable. I would like to invite Baihu The master transferred the villain to the small palace gate of the East Sixth Palace to work the night shift, and asked for permission from Master Baihu!"
Wei Ying rolled her eyes and did not accept the application submitted by Zhao Qingsong.
The small palace gate of Dongliuguan is an extremely remote place in the palace. There is no money to be made in that place, and night patrol is an extremely tiring and boring job. The general practice is to be on duty for six days and have one day off.
Although the rest time is more than that of other places, and it is not too tiring, no one wants to go!
This kind of night shift job in a remote place is not profitable, but the most important thing is that this job will basically never see the golden faces of the emperor and the eunuch!
If a small person wants to be successful, he must rely on the promotion of a big person. If he is lucky, the big person only needs to say a word, and he will enjoy endless benefits!
How can I be promoted if I can't see a big shot in this life?
If you don't get promoted and you can't make money, only fools do this job!
This is just a fool's errand!
So this job is usually done in shifts, and people will be replaced after a few days!
Wei Ying heard that Zhao Qingsong planned to do this job for many years, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Zhao Qingsong has always been the best among men, why did he suddenly do such a stupid thing?
Wei Ying asked in confusion: "Xiao Zhao, did you get any information? Is there something going on at the small palace gate? Why do you suddenly want to take this job?"
Zhao Qingsong gritted his teeth and covered his waist, and said with a painful expression: "Where is Master Baihu? If it is anywhere, the door of the small hall is desolate and tight. It is really the old disease that Xianguan had practiced in his childhood that has relapsed, and the pain is unbearable. I can't stand for a long time, and I don't want to go back to the countryside to farm, so I want to guard the gate of the small palace. Firstly, I can get one more day off from this job, and secondly, I don't have to stand all the time during the night shift. Being able to sit for a long time can help me recover from my back injury!"
Saying this, he shook the paper roll he handed over slightly, revealing a corner of the small gold bar in the paper roll!
Wei Ying's eyes were dazzled by the golden light on the gold bar, and she immediately became excited. She stretched out her hand to take the scroll, pulled out the little goldfish, and picked it up. She estimated that this little goldfish could be exchanged for one hundred taels of silver. She couldn't help but feel excited. Elated!
Wei Ying not only received one hundred and fifty taels of silver from Zhao Qingsong this time, but she also completely removed the thorn in her side and transferred Zhao Qingsong to a poor place like the small palace gate that no one cared about, killing two birds with one stone. Why not do it?
He first took the little goldfish into his arms and kept nodding his head: "Yes! Yes! This waist injury is not a disease, this pain... it hurts to kill! You need to sit down and recuperate, and this matter must be done immediately!" "
Wei Ying quickly wrote a note, stamped it, and transferred Zhao Qingsong to the small palace gate to keep watch!
After writing the note, he handed it to Zhao Qingsong, patted Zhao Qingsong's shoulder with a smile, and said: "Xiao Zhao! If you have any problems in the future, you can come to me, it will be easy to handle! You take it first Take the note and go to the Supervisor of Ceremonies to register, and I'll go back and say hello in person, it's going to be done!"
Zhao Qingsong nodded happily and went away holding the note.
Wei Ying sat on a chair and looked at Zhao Qingsong's back. She reached out and touched the gold leaves and little goldfish in her arms. She was secretly proud of herself: "You know the truth! After all, the little sparrow can't fight against the thieves in my hometown. Since you Now that you've got your wits about you, I'll spare your life first, and then I'll seek out your misfortune when everything is fine, and extort some money from you! If I don't eat you up, I, Wei Ying, will spend my time in the officialdom in vain!"
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The watery night slowly soaks in the years.
In the quiet palace, only the night owls occasionally made strange calls.
Zhao Qingsong recalled his troubled but bizarre childhood, and the hard days and nights he spent practicing martial arts with his master. He also thought that at first he thought he had found a shortcut to becoming a high official, spent a lot of money and thought, but in the end he failed. He ended up guarding a rarely visited door all night long.
He couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
As the old saying goes.
The heaven and the earth all work together to transport you, but the hero who transports you is not free.
Maybe this is fate.
Everything is fate, nothing is up to you.
God looks down on you, so what can you do?
Zhao Qingsong gently touched the spear in his hand. The people around him kept changing, and in the end, the only thing left by his side was this silent dead thing.
Yes, only living things are afraid of loneliness and need companionship.
But in the end, only dead things can persist.
I have to say that this world is a bit ridiculous!
Zhao Qingsong walked around the inspection area twice to make sure there was nothing abnormal. He returned to the door of the small hall and practiced the marksmanship taught by his master one by one.
After completing a set of marksmanship exercises, the moon has passed its zenith.
Zhao Qingsong wiped the sweat with his sleeves and let out a long sigh.
The spear is sharp and the marksmanship is magical, but of what use is it?
The hero is ultimately useless.
But that’s okay, after all, having a sword and not using it, and having no sword to use are two different things!
It's always good to learn more things.
While Zhao Qingsong was standing in a daze, he suddenly heard a whimpering woman crying!
It was late at night, and in this quiet night, at the door of this small temple where few people were, there was a gloomy and intermittent sound of a woman crying. If it wasn't a ghost crying, what could it be?
Since Zhao Qingsong became a master of martial arts, he has always been fearless, but this situation made him tremble!
All the hairs on his body stood up uncontrollably!
Zhao Qingsong had long heard from other Jinyi guards that there was a female ghost at the entrance to the small palace. Zhao Qingsong had always taken it as a joke. But after hearing it with his own ears today, he realized that the rumor was true!
No wonder no one wants to avoid this little palace gate that has no oil and water. At least two people are on duty at other gates and small gates, but only one person is assigned here, and the patrolling guards in the palace patrol once an hour, and patrol here But the team only comes once a night. It seems that everyone knows what's going on here!
Zhao Qingsong has always been in the action team, always doing business outside the government. This is the first time he has joined the guard team, and he has hit the jackpot immediately!
No wonder the team of guards who came to patrol two hours ago had a strange expression. After taking one look at this place, they ran away in a panic without even saying hello!
It seems that no matter what you do, there are many tricks in it. Newbies who have just entered the industry will often suffer a big loss because of their ignorance and recklessness - a big mistake!
So, what to do next?
Hiding in the corner and shivering, trying to hold on until dawn?
Keep praying that the female ghost won’t jump out of the red wall and eat you?
It's not Zhao Qingsong's style to sit back and wait for death!
What the hell bitch? Can you withstand one shot from the bright silver spear in my hand?
Zhao Qingsong calmed down and listened carefully to the faint sobbing of the female ghost!
After listening to it for a long time, Zhao Qingsong couldn't help but sneered, thinking to himself: "What the hell kind of female ghost is this? Someone is obviously pretending to be a ghost! If it is a real ghost, it must not cry so realistically, it will still be tired after crying for a while Now, take a breath before continuing to cry!"
Zhao Qingsong tiptoed and followed the sound, walked about ten steps, and arrived outside the wall of a small courtyard!
This small courtyard is usually used only to store some sundries and is uninhabited.
The desolate and melancholy cries came from this wall!
Zhao Qingsong put the gun against the wall, crawled through the crack in the wall to the crack in the roof and took a look, and couldn't help but frown!
It turns out that the roof is the outlet of a flue!
It seems that this so-called 'female ghost' was sobbing at the other end of the flue, and the cries passed through the flue and came out from the cracks in the wall. Only then did the people who heard the cries think that this place was haunted!
As he approached the exit of the flue, Zhao Qingsong clearly heard the cry of a sobbing and choking woman coming from the other end of the flue!
Who is it, crying in the palace in the middle of the night?
Is she a court lady who has suffered great grievance? Or a concubine who was relegated to the cold palace?
There are too many secrets in the palace, and many secrets are not allowed to be known to third parties, so try to listen less, ask less, and pay less attention in the palace, otherwise, if you are not careful, you will be life-threatening!
Now that he knew that the crying person was a woman, a living person, and not a female ghost, Zhao Qingsong did not intend to continue the investigation.
Who cares who she is? None of my business?
She cries on her own, and I keep to myself, just go about my life, everyone is fine, that's all.
With this thought in his mind, Zhao Qingsong gently fell back to the ground, picked up the spear, turned around and wanted to leave. After taking a few steps, he was a young man with a curious mind, so he thought again: "Stay in this bad place. I'm so bored and have no one around me, why not secretly go and see who it is? Just take a few secret glances, as long as I'm not discovered, what's the harm?"
Zhao Qingsong dare not say anything else. Zhao Qingsong is still very confident in his own skills!
Zhao Qingsong had just seen clearly from the roof that the flue came from the side room. He thought that the crying 'female ghost' was in the west side room!
He quietly climbed over the courtyard wall next to the courtyard gate and entered the courtyard.
The doors and windows of the west room were closed, and there was no light inside.
Zhao Qingsong wet his fingers with spit, quietly poked a hole in the window paper, and looked into the room!
Unfortunately, the room was darker than outside, and I couldn't see anything at all. I could only hear faint bursts of crying!
He thought for a while and gently opened the window to a one-foot-wide gap. Only then did he realize that there were a lot of stools piled up beside the window, covering the front completely, making it impossible to see what was inside the room. What a situation!
Zhao Qingsong was a little helpless. Just when he was about to give up, he saw a ball of furry things rushing toward his face!
