Prison Secretary, Secretary Building.

Outside the nine-story tower, eighteen green talisman giant swords were inserted diagonally upside down. They gave off a faint green light at night, reflecting the dark and blood-stained chains, making them look particularly eerie.

Murong Ye took Chen Yanjun to the cabinet on the first floor of the department building and found the kind-faced old man from last time.

Although the old man has a kind face, his name is Fengci.

Feng means Fengdu.

An ancestral hall is an ancestral hall.

This name does not sound very festive, so it is very suitable for him to be the lobby manager on the first floor of the Prison Department, responsible for receiving distinguished guests and handling general affairs.

Murong Ye entered the cabinet and asked directly:

"Is Si Zheng?"

Every time the kind-faced old man saw Murong Ye, he thought of his short account and said angrily:

"That depends on whether you are up to business."

Although Murong Ye was drunk, his tone was rare and serious, mixed with excitement.

"It's a serious matter, but I can only tell Si Zheng personally about this matter."

Looking at Murong Ye's expression, Fengci vaguely guessed that there was something about reward for meritorious service, but unfortunately, Master Sizheng was indeed not in the Prison Suppression Department at the moment.

"At this point, Mr. Si Zheng may have gone to play chess with His Majesty. If it's serious business, you'd better tell Prime Minister He first... That's what setting up Prime Ministers for each ministry does."

Murong Ye frowned suddenly and whispered:

"It's the money I owe Sizheng, and it's not that he owes me money. Why are you so afraid of seeing me? That's all. I'll go to Lao He to collect the reward first, and leave the rest to him."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that Chen Yanjun's entry procedures were still the last step.

"By the way, unlock the Prison Suppressing Tiger Talisman for my new deputy. He has already passed the examination of other departments. Hurry up and give him the equipment and monthly salary."

The kind-faced old man was suddenly startled and said angrily:

"Where did you get your monthly salary when you first joined the job?"

Murong Ye stretched out his knuckles and knocked on the long eucalyptus as a threat:

"Why is he just joining the job? In principle, he will continue as my deputy."

Speaking of Xu Ruyun, the kind-faced old man sighed:

"Alas, Xu Shaoqing's pension, together with the whole year's salary, has been sent to the Xu family."

Xu Shaoqing is not a name, Shaoqing is an official position. The Prison Control Department gives these bad guys a nicer official position appointed by the emperor, so that they have a sense of belonging.

When he heard that the deputy's pension and full-year salary had been paid in advance, Murong Ye was choked up and silent in shock. He held it back for a long time:

"You guys connected pretty quickly..."

"Can you hurry up?"

The kind-faced old man glanced at Chen Yanjun and thought that Xu Ruyun had just died less than ten days ago. Murong Ye had found a ninth-grade martial artist as his deputy. It was so ruthless.

Afterwards, he got up and went to the archives room in the back room and found the jade slip recording Chen Yanjun's archives.

"Chen Yanjun is a ninth-grade martial artist. He is especially good at physical and medical skills. His character...is slightly afraid of death."

He was afraid of death and came to the Prison Bureau. Fengci really didn't know what these two people were thinking.

"There are only five people in the Yinhu Department, including one civil servant. I thought your Yinhu Department only recruits elites... I didn't expect you to find a ninth-grade martial artist as your deputy. What a sin!"

Murong Ye didn't bother to explain anything. He held a pot to drink with one hand and spread it out with the other hand:

"What are you doing? He is my brother-in-law. The old man wants me to arrange work. There is really no other way. Let's make do with it... What else can I do?"

Chen Yanjun also did not explain that he should cherish and enjoy the short low-key time, because this low-key time may not last twelve hours.

Fengci shook his head, took the prison-suppressing tiger talisman handed over by Chen Yanjun, took out the unlocking seal left here by Master Sizheng, and stamped it.

Since then, Chen Yanjun has officially become a delinquent in the Yinhu Department of the Prison Suppression Department.

"Chen Shaoqing, if you are really afraid of death, you can do some clerical work."

Chen Yanjun nodded and thanked him, then turned around and walked out of the building with Murong Ye.

He took a general look at Fuyu Space and saw the prison-suppressing department novice gift pack that came with it:

A black jade slip probably introduced various rules and common sense of the Prison Department.

A yellow-graded sword.

Two black delinquent uniforms.

A set of protective elixir soft spirit armor worn inside.

Gone.

After going out, Murong Ye drank from the pot, took out the handsome white horse, jumped on the horse, and went straight to the Daming Palace.

The curfew in the inner city targets ordinary people, and the delinquents of the Prison Department are not included in the curfew.

Chen Yanjun followed quickly on horseback.

Murong Ye said:

"The talisman itself can also communicate with thoughts, but as the distance increases, there will be a big delay. It is faster to alert the danger through the blood-melted spirit."

Chen Yanjun held the talisman in his hand and couldn't help but frown.

"Why is this talisman similar to the talisman your sister gave me? One is in the shape of a tiger, the other is in the shape of a phoenix, but the runes in the center are exactly the same?"

Murong Ye said:

"Before I learned swordsmanship, I was a craftsman. Isn't it trivial to make a few pieces of amulet jade..."

"You really don't think that I would care about the lives of my dear sister and nieces, do you?"

Chen Yanjun really thought so.

"Then how come Qiuzao was almost killed by Gu?"

It can even be said that, judging from the situation at the time, it would have been difficult for Qiu Zhao to repel Gu Wither if he hadn't taken action to divert Gu Wither's attention.

Could it be that Murong Ye was also present at that time?

Chen Yanjun didn't believe it.

Murong Ye smiled:

"If you encounter any danger in Chang'an City, as long as I don't come to save you, you will definitely not die...remember this."

You are really good at putting gold on your face... Chen Yanjun asked her tentatively:

"What if you die?"

Murong Ye shrugged.

"Dead...it means it's useless for me to come."

Chen Yanjun:

"..."

However, even though Qiu Zhuo was injured that day, she still looked forward to seeing Murong Ye.

This sister-in-law is so unreliable, why is Qiuzao so obsessed with her?

The night view of Daming Palace is still magnificent and vast, as if the stars in the universe are reflected here.

Soon, Murong Ye came to the Taiye Pond.

Taiye Pool, also known as Penglai Pool, was built in the late Tang Dynasty and in the twelfth year of Yuanhe. Because the name of the pool collided with Penglai Fairy City, it was later changed to Taiye Pool.

Taiye Lake is quite large and can be considered a small lake.

Murong Ye jumped into the water on horseback. The horse stepped on the sword energy and ran on the lake, making a sound similar to stepping on the ground.

At night, Murong Ye rode too fast, and Chen Yanjun didn't see clearly. He followed the horse into the lake and almost fell into the water.

Fortunately, he responded very quickly.

In an instant, the water-bending spirit attached itself to the horse's feet, and when he turned around from the staggering riding position, he easily achieved the special effect of the horse treading on the water.

However, Murong Ye used ninth-grade sword energy to achieve this, which was much more difficult.

Chen Yanjun asked her curiously:

"You have such sword energy, you can fly steadily in the sky just by stepping on the sword energy, right? However, you are afraid of flying, but not afraid of water... What is the reason for this?"

Murong Ye raised his head and drank heavily, shook his head and said with a smile:

"Water is water and sky is sky. How can it be the same?"

Chen Yanjun said seriously:

"There is a poem saying that a boat on spring water is like sitting in the sky. Look at the moon emerging from the clouds. Isn't it sitting in the water?"

"Um?"
To be continued...