Chapter 6: Bowing to My Past Self "Tell me carefully!" Inside the car, Zhao Duan's eyes changed slightly. Zhu Kui explained: "According to your instructions, I led some people to hide in the distance to monitor this place, but unexpectedly found a familiar face. At first I thought I had made a mistake, but after careful identification, I determined that it was Zhang Changshuo's confidant. This person sneaked into the inn opposite Dingfeng Building and leaned against the window, looking in your direction." After a pause, he added: "I didn't dare to alert the enemy. I only vaguely saw the glimmer of magic, which seemed to be using a recording scroll." Recording scroll... Zhao Duan was stunned. In the original owner's memory, it was a consumable "magic weapon" produced by Tianshi Mansion. It could record images and had the ability to "penetrate". The method of use is as follows: Those holding the scroll can temporarily gain "perspective vision" and transform the scene they see into a picture on the scroll...with sound...
Zhao Duan felt that the sorcerer who invented this magic weapon was somewhat unethical. Because it can be used by ordinary people and has a wide range of applications, it is sold at a high price. It is not surprising that Zhang Changshuo was able to get it, but it is interesting to think about the fact that he sent people to follow him and record secretly. Considering the cause and effect, how could Zhao Duan not guess the other party's intention? "When the wall falls, everyone pushes it..." Zhao Duan frowned. In the past, just meeting with Wang Xian in private would not be enough to pose a threat. But right now, it’s different. The other party was willing to spend a lot of money to take secret photos of himself, obviously intending to make a big deal out of it. The "fishing" plan had just been launched. If Zhang Changshuo was impatient and reported the matter to the higher authorities, Zhao Duan's "self-rescue" plan would most likely be forced to fail. Something must be done... "Sir," Zhu Kui, a loyal dog with a face full of flesh, observed his expression and raised his hand to make a "kill" gesture, "Do you want me to take the things back?" Zhao Duan glanced at him and said, "Do you really want me to die?" Not to mention that attacking a colleague was exactly what the other party wanted, just the fact that Zhang Changshuo dared to take action meant that he could not have been unprepared. If you rush to grab it rashly, it is likely to push the situation into a worse situation. What he fears most now is risk. "Don't worry about it, just pretend you didn't see it." Zhao Duan's mind was turning, and he had an idea: "Return to the government office, immediately, right now!" …… …… the other side.
In a private room of a teahouse. Zhang Changshuo, with his handsome appearance and a small mustache, stood beside the table. A scroll was spread out on the table, with a dynamic picture slowly appearing in the center and faint sounds of conversation echoing. "it is good!" Zhang Changshuo clapped his hands and laughed, his spirits high: "Finally I have caught you." On the side, a trusted official echoed: "This thief Zhao is used to being arrogant and rampant. At this critical moment, he still doesn't know how to restrain himself and even dares to attack the Ning'an County Master. He is really courting death." Zhang Changshuo was in a good mood, shaking his head and saying: "Emperor Taizu once said that if God wants to destroy someone, he must first make him crazy... This villain relies on your Majesty's slight favor to act recklessly. How stupid is he? I had thought that since he had just committed a serious mistake, he would be more restrained, but unexpectedly, he became even more arrogant. He was probably taking out all the anger he had endured during the day on the county boy. He will not know that his actions have already caught my attention." Thinking that Zhao Duan was still in the dark and knew nothing about his methods, Zhang Changshuo couldn't help but feel extremely superior in his intelligence. "Sir, when will this scroll be delivered?" asked the confidant. "No hurry, wait a little longer," Zhang Changshuo thought for a moment and said: "This alone is not enough. It will be strong evidence only when the thief Zhao really fulfills his promise and interferes with the Ministry of Justice." He planned to personally present the evidence to the palace and step over the pretty boy Zhao Duan to gain the throne in front of the empress. …… …… "Just stop here." When the carriage turned into a deserted street, Zhao Duan woke up from his nap and said. Zhu Kui, the driver, was stunned: "Sir, it's still two streets away from the government office." "I know," Zhao Duan said calmly: "You guys wait here, don't move, I'll buy... I'll be back soon." After saying that, he jumped out of the car and disappeared at the end of the dim street in a black robe. Zhu Kui held the horse whip, leaned against the carriage, and muttered softly. For some reason, he always felt that there was something different about his master. …… far away. Zhao Duan walked alone for two streets, and after making sure that no one was following him, he came to the back wall of Baima Prison. Avoiding the front and back main gates, he looked at the gray brick wall that was about ten feet high. A breath of energy flowed through his dantian and suddenly sank into his legs. He leaped up and flew into the courtyard.
"With this kind of Qinggong, if he were to film a movie in the future, he could become a Kung Fu star... Well, it's more likely that he has no connections and has to be someone else's stand-in..." Zhao Duan landed lightly on the ground, feeling quite fresh about the martial arts in this world. However, now is not the time to explore and practice, I can only survive this disaster first. Under the cover of night, the yamen was cold and quiet. Zhao Duan arrived at the back court with ease, the residence of "Sijian", the highest official of Baima Prison. The back hall is the residence allocated to the supervisor. At this moment, the lights in the back hall are brightly on. Through the window paper, one can see the owner of the room sitting at the desk, apparently processing official documents. Zhao Duan took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and then knocked on the door lightly. "Enter." A slightly old voice was heard, and unlike the stereotype of "eunuch" in TV dramas, the tone was not sharp. Zhao Duan pushed open the door and candlelight escaped from the crack. The room was simply furnished, with a table in the middle piled with scattered books and documents. An oil lamp is like a bean. Afterwards, an old eunuch with gray hair, deep eye sockets, and wearing a loose robe put down his brush. When he saw the person coming, he frowned: "Is there something wrong?" The tone is cold and the attitude is distant. The relationship between Lao Sijian and Zhao Duan is not ideal. On the one hand, this is because the original owner’s “personality” is too bad, and everyone hates him. On the other hand, it is the accumulated disappointment after living together for a long time. In fact, at the beginning, before the original owner had the scandal with the empress, his character was not bad, even very good. The old supervisor was therefore considerate of the original owner, and the two sides had a harmonious relationship. In fact, the reason why the original owner was able to catch the empress's eye was also due to the help of the old supervisor. It is not an exaggeration to say that I am grateful for your support. But after the original owner came to power, their relationship gradually deteriorated. They had never confronted each other, but the old supervisor had repeatedly advised the original owner to stop being so arrogant, which made the original owner quite disgusted. Later, the original owner offended many people outside, including some powerful people, so they came to the prison to seek justice. The old supervisor tried to help the original owner resolve the situation many times, asking him to apologize and bow his head so that the matter could be easily put to rest, but what he got in return was not gratitude. Instead, it was: "Why should I bow my head? Why should you mind my business?" As a result, the old eunuch, who had experienced ups and downs in the court for half his life, gradually became disappointed with the original owner, and later on, they became almost strangers. If Zhang Changshuo is an enemy, then Lao Sijian is purely a friendly unit destroyed by the original owner himself.
"Can't I come to visit you if there's nothing else?" Zhao Duan said with a smile. The old supervisor chuckled in his heart and said sarcastically: "You got into trouble and now you come to me to clean up the mess? I am only wearing the robes of a fifth-rank official. I can't help you to resist the swords of the civil and military officials in the court. Go away." He had a preconceived notion that Zhao Duan came to ask him to speak in good terms for him because he had let the rebels go. As soon as he said this, he regretted it. Because he had said similar words many times, and each time, he would only receive rebellious cold words from Zhao Duan. However, this time Zhao Duan was just stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said: "I'm not asking for mercy." He walked to the other side of the table and gently pushed the valuable ivory dragon-patterned folding fan that Ning'an County Master had compensated him to the old eunuch, and bowed sincerely: "I want to apologize to you." The old supervisor was stunned. (End of this chapter)
