After being dressed as a scumbag, the fascination was reborn

If you don't want to be a bodyguard, you can be a military officer at will, even if you throw it to the frontier for sharpening, it's better than throwing him a long-abandoned city guard camp.

They said they believed in his ability, but they were actually afraid that he would climb too fast, and even threatened him with a "several months" deadline.

The point is that the deadline is still unclear. Who knows, the emperor wants to go on inspections on a whim one day. If he can do it within the deadline, it’s okay. After all, no matter how well he trains the moat camp, it’s not his. It’s still the emperor’s. The emperor was afraid of him again.

If not...

Then he would have justified reasons to punish him.

The emperor had too many thoughts. He didn't expect the Butterfly Effect to add an additional inspection period. It was like an invisible knife hanging above his head, which could fall down and take his life at any time.

It's like the emperor's words faintly hinting that "your father loves his adopted son and never made you his son", if it is the idiot of the original owner, he probably really believes it.

He only respected one foot, and the emperor gave him back one foot.

This is the price of seeking skin from a tiger.

But this is the end of the matter, and he has no way out.

Master Song lost his expression, bowed his head to accept the imperial decree handed over by Yi Jin, and respectfully said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

The sound of footsteps in the hall faded away.

One second after the palace door was closed again, Yi Jin, who had been standing silently all this time, knelt down neatly: "I am not doing enough to protect the Lord, I beg Your Majesty to punish me."

Emperor Linchu's face was very ugly: "...his kung fu, even you can't guard against it?"

Yi Jin buried his head even lower: "This minister is incompetent, Mr. Song's kung fu...is not inferior to this minister, I am careless."

Emperor Linchu snorted, kicked him on the shoulder the next moment, and said in a vicious and angry voice, "Trash! What use are you for! You can't compare to a son of a family, what are you using your kung fu for?!"

Yi Jin was kicked so that his shoulders tilted back, and then quickly stabilized, like a forbearing and tenacious rock: "Your Majesty said so."

Emperor Linchu kicked him twice, but he couldn't really do anything to him. Yijin had been promoted all the way up by his side when he was young, and martial arts was what he was most assured of. Even if he couldn't get angry, he couldn't cut people In order to find a better replacement for this position.

So he quickly restrained his anger, straightened his clothes, and after a while, he said in a slow voice as if he had just recovered: "Forget it. Get up, it's not your fault."

Yi Jin lowered her eyes and stood up as she said.

Emperor Linchu angrily slapped down on the desk, "I haven't taken the seat of the hereditary king yet, and I don't think much of me anymore. Arrogant, just like his father, really arrogant!"

"If it wasn't for me...if it wasn't for..."

He took a few breaths, coughed suddenly, and after a long time took the handkerchief Yi Jin handed him, his hoarse voice echoed in the hall: "... I want the Song family to pay the price."

The sky is bright outside the hall.

Master Song went back out of the palace along the road, and passed by the gate of the Lenggong Palace, probably after Eunuch Chang sent someone to wake him up, but no one made a sound, and he passed the palace that no one cared about for many years.

Song Shu's biological mother died here.

On the way back, Eunuch Chang's attitude towards him was obviously much better.It was dawn, and more people met on the palace road. Master Song also bumped into someone who surprised him a bit.

Luo Fang, the third prince who has just been established as the crown prince.

No one is as perverted as Emperor Linchu. He dragged people up early in the morning and dragged him into the palace to test him out. He was as sneering and sarcastic as a snake, and he was still so energetic. The third prince probably just woke up, and there were only two guards behind him. The cyan robes are like a spring breeze, with a handsome appearance and an extraordinary demeanor, and also have a gentle and scholarly air, which looks a bit like Song Shu's temperament.

He looked more gentle. Although he had an outstanding temperament, his facial features were not as good-looking as Song Shu's, and Song Shu's appearance and temperament could not be ignored.

Master Song was taken aback at this thought.

The third prince, Luo Fang, is the death of Song Shu in the original book... Ah no, one of the peach blossom debts.

Eunuch Chang stepped forward to salute, Luo Fang nodded, his attitude was flat, but Eunuch Chang did not dare to be dissatisfied, with a smile on his face, he introduced with a pinch of his throat: "Mr. Song, this is the third palace...His Royal Highness. Your Highness, This is the eldest son of Prince Jingkang's mansion, the newly appointed Commander of the Guarding Battalion."

Luo Fang's eyes paused for a moment on the bright yellow scroll held in Master Song's hands, and he bowed his hands with a smile, but said to Eunuch Chang: "Father got up so early to see Mr. Song? The commander of the city battalion... is a bit difficult to do."

Master Song smiled, and insisted on using a standard business smirk to block back all vague or upright temptations: "It's not difficult to do, your majesty said, play for me to get a salary. This is a promotion. Thanks to the emperor's grace." mighty."

His flattering rainbow fart came out as soon as he opened his mouth, and he couldn't find any faults in his words. The third prince was obviously taken aback, and then smiled helplessly: "Okay, then congratulations to Mr. Song for his promotion."

Master Song nodded, and said calmly: "Thank you, and congratulations to Your Highness for being promoted."

Luo Fang: "?"

Song Master smiled politely: "Your Highness is now the crown prince, isn't it also a high promotion?"

"..."

The two said a few words, and finally nodded and passed each other.

Chang Zai led people to send him to the gate of the palace, Master Song took the initiative to decline the suggestion to let the little eunuch continue to send him back, and walked alone on the brightly lit street with a stove in his arms, and after a few turns, he was Gradually, the world of fireworks became full of voices.

Master Song tossed down the imperial decree, unfolded it with one hand, and took a look. The old emperor's handwriting was not ugly. Master Song was born to understand traditional Chinese characters. Of course, he knew what the imperial decree was about. The Commander of the Guarding Battalion, in charge of the [-]th Battalion outside the city, will be appointed to an official position with immediate effect.

The emperors throughout the ages probably like to add more meaningless and messy words of praise, such as "both civil and military" and "brilliant talent". The old emperor wrote smoothly, and Master Song himself was very blushing.

Not to not to be.

He put away the edict again.

He has achieved his goal, but dealing with the emperor is indeed very tiring. If he can find a way to go back, it will be fine. The mess will be left to the original owner to clean up, just like yesterday when he first came here. Not a good thing.

If you can't find it...

Then he's screwed himself over.

Where is the moat camp?In the original book, there are three noes: "no real power, no token, and no responsibility".

What do these three nothings mean?very simple.

Hundreds of years ago, according to the court law of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the city guard battalion had the commanding authority of the highest military battalion in Beijing, which was higher than the imperial guards who followed the emperor.

For example, if the emperor is in a coma and cannot make a decision, there is a conflict of interest between the two sides, and the commander of the imperial army and the commander of the moat battalion each hold half a tiger amulet. At this time, the order of the commander of the moat battalion shall prevail. , the moat camp can behead him on the spot.

This shows how high the power status of the moat camp was at that time.

This is "real power".

At that time, the city guard battalion was divided into thirteen battalions, each of which was absolutely excellent and possessed various important functions and powers, such as patrolling the middle of the capital, protection outside the city, and even the power to monitor the officials of the DPRK and China. For those who bend the law for personal gain or bully others, Mocheng Ying has the absolute right to dispose of them.

This is "responsibility".

But there is an important point, the commander of the city guard battalion, like the commander of the imperial army, must wear the execution token issued by the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and only with the token can he have power.

This is the "token".

And today, hundreds of years after the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the guard camp has been gradually replaced by the Jinyiwei, and most of the powers have fallen into the hands of the Jinyiwei. These three characteristics have also become the symbol of the Jinyiwei. Assuming that there were originally 300 people in one battalion, now all the people in the barracks add up to only about 600 people.

The moat battalion gradually turned into a real moat camp, the school grounds were moved to a wilderness outside the city, and the power was only left to patrol the safety outside the city, and there was a barracks guard outside the city, which was equivalent to their deprivation. went to all powers.

The moat camp has been lingering until now, and has become worse than the imperial army. Although the imperial army was also run off by Jin Yiwei, at least they still have a place in the palace. However, the moat camp now only has some idlers who have no food to get their monthly salary. Qian is willing to pay for his face, but there are not many people with real skills.

Bring back to life?

Master Song shook his head: Maybe it's not a dream, but at least he can't do it.

Walking to a place where no one was around, Master Song stopped, and a black shadow flashed in front of him in the next second. A bamboo hat slanted his eyebrows and eyes, and he held a wooden sword and said with a serious look: "Young master, are you alright?"

Master Song raised his eyebrows, he was not surprised, and said with his arms around his chest, "Do you think I have something to do?"

Jing Xiu blinked and shook his head.

"My son's martial arts are better than yours, so I'll be okay with you." Master Song smiled, "Speaking of business, why did you come out with me?"

"Master uncle said, let me follow you at any time." Jing Xiu paused and said, "I followed you outside the palace wall, but was stopped."

He blamed himself: "I was able to go in. Those guards didn't notice me, but I forgot that there were Jin Yiwei. I told them that I came with you, but they just wouldn't let me in."

That's why he was worried about the danger of Master Song entering the palace, otherwise why would he stop him?

Master Song said while thinking, "I guessed it."

Jing Xiu was puzzled: "Huh?"

Master Song smiled: "The palace is heavily guarded. If you let others bring the hidden guards in like me, the Holy Majesty's safety will be at stake. I won't be able to notice your existence after you are behind the palace gate. , your martial arts are worse than mine, you won’t suddenly be able to hide your whereabouts in front of me, then you must be stopped.”

"..." Jing Xiu said depressedly, "My lord, you don't need to remind me again and again that your martial arts are better than mine. I know."

Master Song: "But this is really cool."

Jing Xiu: "..."

Jing Xiu is stubborn, rigid in thinking, and very simple. He listened to Brother Lingxiang's words and wanted to follow Master Song, so he must follow Master Song dutifully. Sorry to ask.

When Master Song left the mansion, only a few servants saw him, and they went in a hurry, but when he came back, almost the whole manor knew about his entry into the palace. He called over.

Master Song opened the door curtain of the lobby, and saw Song Shu who was sitting at the table wearing a sable fur and eating his meal slowly. It melted the ice.

"elder brother."