Will a veteran who retreated from other guards and a veteran who had been through many battles feel unlucky just because the enemy's blood squirted on him?

Obviously not.

What made Lao Wang feel unlucky was that the strong man in black was dead.

The Tang Dynasty also had a strict military merit system, similar to performance appraisal. As the police force of Chang'an City, Wuhou Wei's performance appraisal was fundamentally different from that of other guards.

What they valued was not the number of people in the army, but the number of arrests.

This performance appraisal is not only related to military merits, but also directly related to their income.

Whenever a person who violates the curfew is caught, part of the copper coins set out will be divided into the Wuhou Guard. The generals of the Wuhou Guard will be divided into layers and into the hands of the soldiers. Although there are not many, it is enough to go to Guiyifang by discoverers like Lao Wang.

Now, the black-clad man in front of him is dead. Not only can he not get the fine, he still has to endure sleepiness and go to Wannian County to record his confession tomorrow. Isn’t this bad luck?

"The brainless guy, I only know some complaints!"

The sergeant shook his head and said, "Today, we may encounter a major case. We will send the body to Wannian County first and wait for the case to be solved there. Although we can't get the reward, we will definitely make a contribution."

A big case?

Several guys stared at the commander seriously, and their eyes were full of questions.

You idiots deserve to be the big shots for the rest of your life!

The sergeant cursed in his heart, but answered honestly: "When he uses his brain, why did he commit suicide!"

hiss!

The sound of air conditioning sounded, and an uncertain expression appeared on the soldiers' faces.

......

If you want to be unlucky, the one who is really unlucky should be considered the owner of this yard.

That's a dead person. I'm not afraid, old man?

The owner of the yard stood there for a long time, and finally got the courage to find a shovel to bury the blood. While burying it, he muttered: "You are dead by yourself, it's nothing to do! I'll find someone to do a ritual for you later, so I'll give it to you. Don't come back to find me..."

The elderly man was slow in his hands and scripts, and with his fear of the dead souls, the owner of the yard buried all the blood stains and passed the ugly time. He couldn't sleep well, so he could only force himself to overcome his fear, wait for the drums of Mao time to ring and go out to invite the monk.

If there is money for incense and rituals, the monk will naturally run very quickly.

At the third hour of Mao, the sound of wooden fish sounded in the yard of No. 7, Changxingfang.

On a quiet morning, the sound of wooden fish was very far away.

In addition, the doors and windows of solid wood and paper are basically soundproof, and the No. 3 yard, which is only one fang road from the No. 7 yard, was naturally shrouded in the sound of wooden fish.

On the bed in the bedroom, the sleeping young man frowned, and was really a little irritated, saying "Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong!"

I turned over and covered my ears. The "dong dong dong" sound was still pouring in, like a magic sound!

"Is it still possible to let people sleep? Whose family's rituals started so early!"

The young man sat up all of a sudden, with three words written on his face, "Get up!"

I looked at the sky outside the window, and suddenly, the young man's breath of getting up was frozen, and it was already dawn!

"Oops!"

The young man frowned and cursed: "Why did you sleep so hard? This is the rhythm of being late!"

The beauty beside her seemed to have been awakened, and she opened her blurred eyes: "Dalang, when is it?"

While wearing his clothes quickly, Lu Dalang replied bitterly: "I'm afraid it's almost four o'clock!"

"Ah! It's all my fault!"

The beauty sat up in a hurry and accused her of guilt, "It's me who slept too much and forgot to get up and call you."

"How can you blame me?"

Lu Shuang shook her head and pressed Zheng Liwan back to the bed: "It was me who was too troubled last night. You have a good rest. I have to go to court quickly, I hope it's still time."

After putting on his clothes and washing his face briefly, Lu Shuang walked out of the yard, then boarded the carriage, ran with all his might, and finally was still a little late.

The discussions in Tai Chi Hall have begun.

Mr. Lu made a ban gesture to the Jinwu Guard outside the door, hooked his waist and tiptoed into the hall gate, and then stood at the last head of the team.

Fortunately, everyone has eyes behind their backs, so no colleague has discovered that Doctor Lu is late.

As for whether the person sitting on the square dragon couch in the hall saw someone sneaking in, it is unknown.

The first court meeting after the rest was a little boring, at least for Lu Shuang. The things mentioned at the court meeting had nothing to do with Lu Shuang, so he naturally leaned against the stigma and fell asleep.

Half an hour later, the old eunuch announced his retreat to the court.

Mr. Lu turned around and walked out of the hall. Who stipulated that the last person who arrived cannot leave first?

Mr. Lu has occupied the geographical advantage.

On the dragon bed, Chairman Li Er waved to the old eunuch: "Go and tell Lu Shuang, and give me another small-character running script. Today I won't pursue his late morning court."

The old eunuch's mouth twitched a little. Otherwise, you can ask Lu Shuang to write ten or eight copies, and then don't come to court in the future.

No matter how much you complain, you still have to do your job!

The old eunuch nodded and chased outside the hall.

Shortly after walking out of the hall, the old eunuch saw Lu Shuang.

There was another person next to Lu Shuang, who was his father-in-law Zheng Renji.

It turned out that Lu Shuang had just walked out and was stopped by Zheng Renji.

The old eunuch walked over quickly and heard Zheng Renji say, "Son-in-law, I have thought about what you said yesterday seriously. It's really feasible. Look, I'll go back and prepare..."

Before Zheng Renji could say anything, Lu Shuang waved to stop him.

It was obviously Lu Shuang who saw the old eunuch coming.

He crossed over Zheng Renji, threw the old eunuch and bowed, "Senior, what are the instructions?"

"Ahem!"

The old eunuch coughed dryly and said, "Your Majesty speaks and asks Doctor Lu to send a small-character running script. I am punished for being late today."

!!

Zheng Renji's mouth twitched. Our chairman was so crazy when he read the words!

Lu Shuang's lips twitched, thinking she could fool her by chance, but she didn't want her boss to see her. Fortunately, she just wrote a picture of her words, so he nodded and said, "No problem, later, I'll bother Fang Si to come to work."

The old eunuch nodded with a smile, turned around and left.

Then Lu Shuang said to her father-in-law: "There is no place to speak everywhere. Why would her father-in-law go to her son-in-law's house to explain your plan in detail?"

Wow, our son-in-law is amazing. He is late for the court, and a running script can offset it. As soon as I started to say something, the virtuous son-in-law already knew what I was going to say!
Chapter completed!