"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
A crisp sound echoed in the small courtyard.
The child in front of him was eight or nine years old. He held a dog beating stick in his hand and deliberately straightened his back to make himself look taller.
"This small courtyard has been abandoned for a long time. How did it become your home?"
Ling Muyun got out of the broken window frame and looked at the child with interest.
After the two escaped from the prison, they found the small courtyard here and checked it carefully to make sure that there were no traces of human movement, and then settled down with peace of mind.
"If I say it's my home, it's my home!"
The child is a little stubborn.
"Okay, it's your house! But I have to stay for a few nights. Is that feasible?"
Ling Muyun blinked, deliberately teasing.
"Then...then you have to give me three sesame seeds every day!"
The child pointed at the remaining sesame seed cakes on the kang, made a gulping sound, and swallowed.
"Okay! I'll give you six! What are the children's names?"
"Capture four."
The fourth prisoner took the sesame seed cake and ate it hungrily.
It looked like he had been hungry for a long time.
Instructing Brother Ye to wash up the fourth prisoner, Ling Muyun took advantage of the darkness and went out.
Luoyang curfew.
The streets were deserted.
Ling Muyun lowered his body all the way and jumped between the beams.
The governor's mansion in Luoyang is much larger than other places.
After Huan Wen regained Luoyang, he repaired the ruins and built the original palace into a temporary residence for the prefect.
Dai Shi didn't have many staff, and there weren't many capable people. The huge prefect's mansion seemed empty.
However, it is not difficult to find the prefect's study or bedroom.
In any Gaomen compound, it is clear at a glance who enters and exits.
For example, the west wing must be occupied by a maid, and the red hanging flower door must be the inner courtyard of the master's house.
Nothing beats it.
Ling Muyun sneaked carefully and arrived at Zhishu Garden within a moment.
Outside the door, two servants holding lamps stamped their feet and looked back and forth.
The door of the house was closed and the situation inside the house could not be seen clearly.
Ling Muyun carefully turned over and reached the roof.
After opening the tiles, Dai Shi was reading a book seriously.
The reason why Ling Muyun was sure that this person was Dai Shi was because of the Huanshou knife hanging on the wall and the Taimuprint on the table.
After waiting for a while, two servants were ordered to fetch charcoal. Ling Muyun jumped down and gently pushed the door open.
"Why are you so unruly and not reporting when you come in?"
Dash said with a reproachful tone.
"Ling Muyun has met the prefect."
Ling Muyun replied meticulously.
"What... do you want? You know this is the prefect's mansion."
Dai Shi threw the letter in his hand on the table and looked at Ling Muyun with squinted eyes, quite calm and confident.
"Reporting to the prefect, I came here to inquire about some information. I have no malicious intent."
"What if I don't know?"
"The prefect must be aware of the matters involving the prison." Ling Muyun said with certainty, which surprised Dai Shi.
He did everything he could to show his kindness to the imprisoned person for escaping, but unexpectedly, he still came to his door.
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. I have never imprisoned you, and I have no intention of arresting you."
Daisch emphasized his stance.
Ling Muyun nodded, circled the palm thunder in his hand as a threat, and then asked about the whereabouts of the ink blade and other items.
On that day, Liu Laozhi imprisoned Ling Muyun and others in a civil prison.
I wanted to entertain him well in the future, give him both kindness and power, and test his true strength.
After all, Yao Chang's vision is not so bad that he regards a young boy as a military advisor.
If Ling Muyun can be persuaded to serve him, it will be a great help to the Beifu soldiers and Liu Laozhi.
Unexpectedly, the Jin court's transfer order arrived that night, ordering him to immediately lead the Beifu troops to station in Pengcheng to guard against Yao Chang of the later Qin Dynasty.
When Liu Lao first took charge of the troops in the Beifu, how could he dare to disobey him at all?
His old boss Xie Xuan resigned from his post just because he was jealous of Sima Daozi and became the internal historian of Kuaiji.
Liu Laozhi did not dare to neglect, so he immediately mobilized his troops and set off overnight.
In the panic, he actually forgot that there was also a national defense military advisor imprisoned in the prison.
Three days later, Dai Shi returned to Luoyang and continued to serve as the prefect of Luoyang. When he was sorting out the files, he learned about the matter through Biejia.
But it concerned Liu Laozhi, and I couldn't handle it, so I let it go for the time being.
Unexpectedly, it was released for half a year.
If it hadn't been for the escape from Wen Prison, he would have forgotten that the military advisor of the Later Qin State Protector was imprisoned there.
"As for the things that the young master carries, they are all in the warehouse and stored separately. The military advisor can come with me to inspect them."
Dai Shi's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, but in fact, he regarded Ling Muyun as a real military advisor to protect the country.
For example, Sima Daozi, who was honored as Taifu, had unfathomable cultivation and wielded power over the government and the public.
Another example is Zhi Miaoyin, a bhikshuni who was so powerful both internally and externally that she received the title of Protector of the Country and entered and exited the palace as if it were her own residence.
That is to say, he is known as the protector of the country, and he has the ability to reach heaven.
"Does the prefect know the woman he is imprisoned with?"
"Is the military advisor referring to Huan Qin?" Dai Shi saw Ling Muyun nodding his head and told Huan Qin to Xiangyang.
Huan Qin was sent back to Xiangyang, and Ling Muyun felt relieved.
"Tuk Tuk"
"Master, the charcoal fire you requested has arrived."
"Just leave it at the door."
"It's freezing cold..."
"Noisy!" Dai Shi looked a little angry, and the servant was so frightened that he repeatedly accused him and retreated.
"I want to get back the things around me, so I would like to ask the prefect to help me."
Ling Muyun cupped his hands.
"It's not difficult. It's just that at night, I woke up everyone and talked too much. The military advisor is not as good as tomorrow at noon. I have made arrangements. Can we come again?"
Dai Shi looked at Ling Muyun with questioning eyes.
"Okay." Ling Muyun thought for a moment and said, "Has the prefect heard of Dong Lei?"
"The Han Dynasty has the sound of Mi Mi, which is called Shangxie, but there are some records."
Dai Shi didn't understand what Ling Muyun was referring to, so he said casually.
"Prefect, keep an eye on it!"
Ling Muyun's handprints flew, and for a while, bursts of thunder could be heard.
"The miracles performed by the military advisor opened my eyes."
Why didn’t Dai Shi understand Ling Muyun’s intention?
It's just to stop yourself from making any small moves.
Apart from the slight trouble in getting in and out of the treasury, it was not impossible to handle. He really didn't have any other small thoughts.
The year before last, in Jiankang, he had witnessed with his own eyes the protector of the country, Master Zhi Miaoyin, summoning gods and Buddhas from all over the sky to celebrate the Queen Mother's birthday.
Since then, the name of the mage has been deeply etched in his mind.
"Let the prefect worry about it."
After Ling Muyun finished speaking, lightning flashed all over his body, and he suddenly disappeared in front of Dai Shi.
When he reappeared, he was on the roof.
After a few steps, he returned to the abandoned courtyard in the south of the city.
"Tomorrow at noon, you and I will go to the prefect's mansion." Ling Muyun looked at the sleeping prisoner Si and continued, "I didn't expect the prefect to be so easy to talk to."
Then I will tell you one by one about the night visit to the prefect's mansion.
"The carriage can be replaced by an ox-cart. In Dajin, there are many regulations. Once you exceed the rules, you will get into trouble." Brother Ye reminded.
"That's true. Before entering the city, the carriage was too eye-catching, and the Beifu soldiers investigated it more carefully than the others."
Ling Muyun echoed.
The kang is very hot.
The ground in the literary prison was so cold that it penetrated to the bones.
After half a year, Ling Muyun finally had a sound sleep.
When I woke up, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
Before the fourth prisoner woke up, Ling Muyun and Brother Ye quietly walked out of the courtyard and went straight to the prefect's mansion.
