The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 402 Too Perfunctory
Tsing Yi squeezed into the crowd, staring nervously.

The garrison guards took portraits and looked at each person who came out repeatedly, and asked a few questions about where they came from, whether they had any documents, etc., and then let them go.

Didn't even take the time to check the paperwork.

It seems that the search was not very strict, Tsing Yi let down his vigilance and heaved a sigh of relief.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, he went up to the second floor from the stairs next to him, found Jun Rong's room, pushed the door and walked in.

When the garrison came in, the cold clothes were not stuck at the door, which would be too conspicuous, so he also retreated into the room.

Seeing Tsing Yi's return at this moment, everyone heaved a sigh of relief in unison.

Jun Rong asked: "How is the situation outside? Is the garrison very strict?"

Tsing Yi waved his hands again and again, "It's not strict at all, it's basically just looking for someone with a portrait, if it doesn't look like it, let it go, if it looks like it, just ask a few more questions, and then ask where it came from, where it is, documents, etc. It can be said that it is very perfunctory to read your documents."

Ning Zhao was stunned: "Just follow their method of search, and it would be strange to find us."

"Who said it wasn't? I understand why our escape went so smoothly. These people didn't take this matter to heart at all, but it's also true. Miss has no power and no power. Even if she escapes, it will be difficult. That group of people didn't take us seriously."

Tsing Yi poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat.

"Having said that, we still have to be careful. If we are not afraid of [-], we are afraid of the eventuality. Now we can't make a mistake." Jun Rong coughed twice after finishing speaking.

"It's not convenient to be on the boat. When I get off the boat, I'll buy two pears and make some pear soup for the lady. Your throat is always coughing like this, and your voice is hoarse."

Ning Zhao picked up the teapot and poured water for him.

Jun Rong smiled and said: "Then I'll trouble you, my throat is really uncomfortable, mainly due to internal injuries."

Han Yi, who had been silent all this time, suddenly changed his expression, put his finger on his lips, and said softly, "Here we come."

The remaining three people looked at each other, and sure enough, they heard a noise coming from the corridor outside, occasionally mixed with curses.

Soon footsteps stopped at the door of their room, Jun Rong narrowed his eyes, covered his lips with a handkerchief, covering half of his face.

With a bang, someone pushed the door roughly from the outside.

However, after the door was opened, the man remained silent. He looked at the room in surprise, and turned his eyes for a while before saying, "There are so many people? You all sleep in the same room?"

For some unknown reason, the garrison had a wretched smile on his face, his malicious eyes fell on Han Yi, and he pointedly glanced at the three girls sitting beside him.

Han Yi's eyes darkened, and the hands that were placed on the table were clenched tightly.

Ning Zhao met the wretched gaze of the garrison above, and felt his stomach churning. This man clearly thought that the three girls were there to relieve boredom in cold clothes.

Jun Rong coughed lightly to break the awkward atmosphere in the room, and she asked in a low voice: "This general, what are you doing in the girl's room?"

"Me? I came to search for fugitives by order." Jun Rong called him "general" a little bit, and the man talked a lot, "Do you know fugitives? They are people who escaped from Kyoto. The superiors specially ordered Now, we must catch them, whoever can capture those people alive will be able to advance to three levels in a row!"

Jun Rong raised his eyebrows and looked at his three raised fingers, and asked curiously: "Who is it? So valuable?"

"You don't even know what I said, forget it, you all raise your heads and let me see." The defender took out the portrait from his arms, looked at several people one by one, and finally fell on the man in Tsing Yi. On his face, he couldn't help but frowned in disgust, and muttered, "It doesn't look so ugly at all..."

Tsing Yi: "..."

He has a million swear words, and he doesn't know where to start.

Seeing that his face had turned dark, Ning Zhao quickly reached out and held him down under the table, "My lord, we are not from Kyoto, and we are not fugitives. You have seen it before, can you go out and help us lock the door?" Close it? My lady can’t see the wind, she’s not feeling well.”

The garrison looked at Jun Rong, saw that his face was pale and sickly, nodded and said, "Okay, there's nothing else for you, what should you do."

He stuffed the portrait back into his arms, turned and went out, but the door was not closed for them, and there were noises outside one after another, as if someone else was fighting.

Tsing Yi got up to close the door, cast a vicious look at the defender's back, and cursed silently.

Then he heard the sound of a fight coming from below, the mother and ancestor flew together, and the family members were greeted very peacefully.

He looked out curiously, and saw an old woman sitting on the ground crying loudly, cursing while crying, she seemed to be in good health, and she was very angry when she scolded people.

He shook his head and sighed: "Civil, this group of people are really too sinful."

He turned back and closed the door, and said to Jun and the others: "I went to the next room, and I haven't gone far, but it should be fast according to their speed."

"Can this be called a search? It's really too perfunctory. If it's like this in Luozhou, it's probably even more hasty when you go to a more remote place."

"Let's talk about the next thing later. The soldiers will block the water and cover it with soil. As long as we stay steady and don't get confused, everything will be fine."

Jun Rong took a sip of tea and said, "Go back to your room too, lest there be no one in your room and they go in and rummage."

"Okay, then I'll go back first, call us if you need anything." The three of Ning Zhao didn't stay any longer, went out and went back to their rooms to deal with the search, then washed up and got ready to sleep.

Sitting on the top of the boat, Lan Yi was dressed in black and perfectly blended into the night. No one would notice at this height. It can be said that it is the safest place except in the water.

It is impossible to put everyone in the open, that would be a bit obvious in terms of numbers, and he hides in the dark, which is also convenient for news exchange.

The humid night wind blew the voices of people away, Lan Yi bent one leg and leaned on the ridge of the roof, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky, with a rather leisurely posture.

Suddenly, there was the sound of flapping wings in the distance.

He focused his gaze, then suddenly looked back, and saw a gray carrier pigeon flying from the direction of the shore.

He hurriedly raised his hand, and the carrier pigeon flew around him twice, the blue clothes made a slight whistle, and the carrier pigeon immediately landed in his palm.

Lan Yi patted its back, "Good boy."

As soon as the carrier pigeon stretched its legs, the blue clothes reached out and untied the secret letter tied to its legs.

The voice below went away, and a ball of torches left from the pier, it was the garrison leaving.

(End of this chapter)