noffsinger Chapter 569 The weather is nice today
Chapter 569 The weather is nice today
The moon was dark and the wind was strong. The streets of Xianyang City were shrouded in thick darkness and all was silent.
The sound of uniform footsteps broke the silence. The Jinyiwei team of more than a hundred people surged in the night like a black tide.
Their footsteps were hurried and could be heard far away in the quiet night.
Such a large-scale action was undoubtedly a storm that could not be ignored by the officials in Xianyang City who were always paying attention to the movements in the city.
Time passes slowly, and the events of the past years gradually become blurred under the erosion of time.
The Jinyiwei, who once frightened everyone, seemed to have forgotten their vicious side as peace continued.
The Jinyiwei of Xianyang City lived a comfortable life during this long period of peace, and their former decisiveness in killing gradually faded from people's minds.
Wen Ruchu was sleeping when a sudden knock on the door woke him up.
He was sleepy and heard the news of the Jinyiwei's action outside in a daze. All sleepiness disappeared instantly. He sat up suddenly from the bed as if struck by lightning.
His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, his hands couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the terrifying image of the Jinyiwei immediately appeared in his mind.
In a panic, he didn't bother to tidy up his hair and hurriedly put on his official uniform, even buttoning a few buttons incorrectly.
He sat in front of a desk piled high with official documents, picked up a brush, and pretended to deal with the government affairs that had piled up during the day but which he had no time to deal with.
Not only that, he strode to the main hall and pushed open the heavy door, allowing the light from inside the house to spill outside. He hoped that this action would be noticed by others and thus prove his innocence.
After years of experience in the officialdom of Xianyang City, no one knows the methods of the Jinyiwei better than Wen Ruchu.
He knew in his heart that there were His Majesty's Jinyiwei stationed in his mansion. Over the years, he could always feel that there were pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark, but he could never tell who the hidden monitor was.
But at this moment, it seems no longer important.
For many years, he has been cautious in officialdom, weighing every word he said and every action he took, for fear that the slightest mistake would bring disaster.
He thought he had never done anything wrong, but faced with the sudden action of the Jinyiwei, he couldn't help but feel fear.
On the surface, Wen Ruchu sat upright, the brush in his hand dancing on the official documents, as if he was concentrating on handling government affairs.
But in fact, he kept thinking over and over in his mind the reason for the sudden transfer of the Jinyiwei.
What kind of urgent mission is it that requires such a large-scale mobilization in the dead of night?
He knew in his heart that whenever the Jinyiwei took action in the middle of the night, it must be something extraordinary.
What's more, he had just received news this day that His Majesty had arrived in Xianyang.
In this way, the purpose of the Jinyiwei's transfer became obvious.
He couldn't help but speculate secretly, wondering which ignorant guy had dared to offend His Majesty.
Don’t implicate yourself!
Thinking back to the last time such a large-scale Jinyiwei operation occurred, the bloody scene is still vivid in my mind.
At that time, the Jinyiwei executed wealthy businessmen from prominent families in Xianyang City. Heads were piled high on the execution ground, and the bloody massacre lasted for three days and three nights.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruchu couldn't help but shudder. As an eyewitness to the horrific scene that year, those bloody scenes still often appear in his dreams.
As time goes by, most of the old officials in Xianyang City have been transferred to other places.
Most of the new officials are young and energetic, and some are transferred from other places.
They had never personally experienced the horrific scenes of that year and lacked a deep understanding of the deterrent power of the Jinyiwei.
When Wen Ruchu thought of this, he slowly raised his hand and touched his gray beard. He sighed inwardly, wondering who would be unlucky this time.
On the second day, the sun was shining and the breeze was blowing gently. The city of Xianyang looked particularly peaceful and tranquil under the warm sunlight.
Before lunch, Li Chengqian and Zhang Xianhuai walked towards Da Gong Primary School at a leisurely pace.
Li Chengqian was wearing a simple black robe and looked relaxed.
Zhang Xianhuai followed closely behind with sharp eyes.
At the gate of Da Gong Primary School, two young guards are guarding diligently.
At this moment, seeing Li Chengqian and Zhang Xianhuai coming, a hint of curiosity flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly walked forward to ask.
"Excuse me, are you the parents of this child?"
One of the young guards asked politely, his eyes showing some wariness towards strangers, but still with the enthusiasm of a young man.
Zhang Xianhuai raised his eyes slightly, scanning them. He then calmly pulled out the badge of the commander of the Jinyiwei from his pocket, briefly displayed it in front of the two men, and said succinctly, "Official business."
After saying this, he prepared to take back the badge. His movements were clean and neat.
Unexpectedly, one of the young men hurriedly shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, wait a minute, what is this badge? I can't see it clearly. Bring it over so we can take a closer look!"
The young man was straightforward and curious, and he was completely unaware of the extraordinary nature of the two people in front of him.
Hearing this, Zhang Xianhuai was stunned.
As the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, this badge symbolizes his identity and power, and he never delegates it to others.
He subconsciously looked at Li Chengqian, and only handed over the badge after receiving a slight nod from Li Chengqian.
There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes, but he controlled his emotions.
The two young guards took the badge with both hands and looked at each other in confusion.
They looked at it over and over again, but only saw the majestic Qilin pattern on the waist badge, and had no idea of the deeper meaning behind it.
The Qilin symbolized auspiciousness in ancient times, but they could never imagine that it had any connection with the Jinyiwei.
Li Chengqian looked at their confused expressions, sighed helplessly, and reminded them, "Look at the lower left corner, there is a line of small words there."
The two of them suddenly realized what was going on and quickly shifted their gaze to the lower left corner.
"Let me see what's written on it."
One of the young men came closer to carefully identify him, "The commander of the Jinyiwei, Zhang..."
As he was reciting, his voice suddenly stopped, the expression on his face froze instantly, and his eyes were filled with panic.
His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was choked by fear.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the two people in front of him at a loss.
The badge in his hand felt like a hot potato, and he quickly returned it to Zhang Xianhuai.
He moved so hurriedly that he almost dropped his badge on the ground.
"Oh, the weather is so nice today. I didn't see anything."
As he spoke, he nudged his companion next to him with his elbow.
His voice trembled, and his forced calm tone could not hide the fear in his heart.
"Hahahahaha, Lao Zhou, let's go back and sit down. What's so good about it? We can see the blue sky and white clouds every day. What's so strange about it?"
He said this with a hoarse voice and forced laughter.
His laughter echoed in the air, seeming particularly abrupt and awkward.
The young man called Lao Zhou's legs began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
He quickly turned his head to look at his companion, forced a stiff smile on his face, and agreed, "Yeah, the blue sky and white clouds are really nice. What do you think, Lao Hu?"
His voice was weak, almost drowned out by the sound of his own heartbeat.