Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

Government office.

After three or two cups of tea, the atmosphere outside the yamen was surprisingly calm despite the strict rules. Zhou Wuxie, dressed in a bamboo green round-necked robe, sat sipping tea with a pile of documents at hand, waiting to be received.

Zheng Dafeng rushed out of the study and grabbed him while he was drinking tea. "Boss, you'll be back in the city soon. Bring the documents and go with me to guard the city gate!"

The man kept talking and walked without stopping. He shouted outside, "Prepare the horses!"

The deputy hurried in, not even having time to salute, "Old Zheng, should we send someone to the General's Mansion to report to the mistress?"

The boss had just received a letter from Luoyang that night, in which he said he would not stay in Luoyang for long.

As far as he knew, the group was traveling north at full speed, and the postman had set out early, but the general was an excellent rider on a fine horse and could run fast, so he could not wait a moment longer as soon as he received the letter.

"Report. Tell her I've sent people to meet her at the city gate and the military camp, so she can rest assured."

Several fast horses galloped eastward from the government office along Zhuque Avenue and arrived at Tonghua Gate in the east. The corresponding eastbound post station outside Tonghua Gate was Changle Post Station, which could lead to Tongguan and the eastern capital Luoyang.

After climbing up the Tonghua Gate wall, several people breathed a sigh of relief. The young guards hurried forward to greet them. Zheng Da waved his hand and said, "Nothing, just official business. Everyone, be alert!"

Although the young general didn't understand why, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. "Understood!"

Then they moved tables and benches, and the deputy general went down with a knife on his back to "perform official duties." Zheng Da and Zhou Wuxie worked face to face in the shade of the city wall.

"Your Highness, you'll have to get used to this kind of thing. There aren't any idle thugs under the boss. These past few years, one person has been doing the work of two. Without the ability to endure hardship, you won't get your salary on time every month." He tapped a scroll of imperial examination papers from the previous dynasty with the back of his hand, making a dull sound. "I hope there will be more good helpers for this year's imperial examination."

Zhou Wuxie bowed, "Wuxie will do his best and be willing to make a small contribution."

During this period, he gradually became involved in the affairs of a clerk, collecting and compiling various classics from previous dynasties and the present. He was exhausted by the paperwork and his clothes became loose.

"Wu Xie, your talent is unquestionable. You have been of great help to me during this period."

Zheng Da leaned back in his chair. "A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. Only scholars like you can sort out these laws and rules from beginning to end. What we have done in the past few years is nothing compared to you."

"General Zheng, please don't overestimate Wuxie. Everyone has their own expertise. The general, his wife, and you, all have multiple responsibilities, so it's inevitable that you'll be overwhelmed. Wuxie should focus on doing one thing well. This is also the small contribution you can make."

"Haha! You're both right and wrong. Looking at the talented soldiers in Chang'an, there's only one who can boast your writing prowess. No one dares to claim first place. Of course, Master Xie is incredibly talented, but he has the heavy responsibility of teaching the young master. Anyway, when the boss returns, I'll report your achievements truthfully."

"Thank you, General Zheng!"

The people are in high spirits on the top of the wall, and the caravans are bustling under the city gate. The soldiers are just like waiters in a restaurant, welcoming people and checking documents and seals.

"Don't push! Keep to the right and register your goods with the tax officer!"

Two horse-drawn carriages were pulled to the right, carrying goods covered tightly with tarpaulins. The tax officer on duty was recording with his head down with documents.

The roads were clear and the caravans became active again.

He was busy from noon to sunset. As soon as he raised his head, he felt pain in his back, dizziness, and stars in his head.

"Ouch, ouch, waist... waist..."

The clerk next to him stroked his back from top to bottom with great familiarity, bringing him an incomparable sour feeling. The clerk screamed and ran to the toilet nearby to relieve himself. Then he stomped his feet, turned his neck, and danced wildly.

"There's been a constant stream of caravans entering the city lately, and my old body can't handle it!"

The old clerk pounded his waist and turned his neck on the spot, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Yes, it's spinning like a top right now. General Zheng has been on the city wall for most of the day, and the food has been delivered to him. I've been shouting all day, and my throat is almost dry."

After hearing what the clerk said, the old clerk pointed at him and said, "You, you, you're on duty even though you're on leave. It's no wonder your throat isn't dry!"

The clerk swallowed hard and chuckled, "If I could earn an extra day's salary, I'd be surprised if I didn't come!" He didn't forget to flatter the old clerk, "You're a quick registerer, and the tax collector is very efficient. Fortunately, there's no long queue to enter the city today."

There were long queues and it was very noisy. The cows and horses were making manure everywhere and shouting loudly. Just thinking about that scene made my throat hurt and my nose blocked.

The old clerk couldn't help but feel proud, "I may be old now, but I can do this job just as well as the young ones!"

As they were talking, the sound of drums came from the bell and drum tower. After the drums, most of the city gates would be closed one after another, leaving only one or two gates for convenient entry and exit at night.

When the drums stopped beating at the beginning of the hour, the clerk relaxed his muscles and said, "It's been another busy day!"

Wait for the drum sound at the end of the You hour to close the city gate. During this period, many people leave the city, but few enter. People coming and going are mainly peddlers with familiar faces, so you can let them pass.

After the city gates were closed, Zheng Dacai and Zhou Wuxie, who had been working on the city wall for most of the day, came down from the wall and asked someone to bring horses. "Wuxie, will you and I continue to go up to the city wall tomorrow?"

"Wu Xie obeys your command."

The two men chatted for half a day, their gazes speaking volumes. Zheng Da was about to mount his horse when he heard something move near his ear. He concentrated and held his breath, but it seemed to be the sound of the wind.

He dropped to one knee, his ear to the ground, and his expression was almost instantly filled with joy. He raised his hand and said, "Open the city gate quickly!"

It was almost dark at this time. There were slight sounds of horse hooves coming from afar. Soldiers hurriedly lit torches and lined up quickly. Amid the flickering of torches, they could see figures swaying in the distance. There were bursts of horse hooves. A man rushed out of the darkness and came closer, waving a red flag in his hand. A tiger roared in the forest, and the tiger quickly shortened the distance as it flew, and was about to rush to the city gate.

Zheng Da was the first to recognize the familiar figure behind the flag and half-knelt to salute, "Zheng Da respectfully welcomes the general and the young lady into the city!"

"Your humble servant respectfully welcomes the General and the Young Lady into the city!!!"

A tall man sat on a majestic black horse behind the banner, steady as a rock. He removed the mask covering his face, and the red light from the torch revealed the face of a tall man with a face as white as jade, sword-like eyebrows, and bright eyes. He breathed a long sigh, "It's hard work."

"This is my duty."

After entering the city, the gates were locked and everyone lowered their heads.

"The general has taken the trouble to tour the country and the north, and the journey is exhausting. I have prepared a carriage and toiletries."

Qin Xiuyuan nodded and said softly to the smaller cavalryman beside him, "Mingxi, wash up first."

Everyone was shocked again.

The young cavalryman dismounted swiftly, removed his mask, revealing his delicate girlish appearance, and then saluted, "Mingxi greets General Zheng."

This is a tacit understanding between father and daughter. If the father does not call her name, Mingxi will dress up as a little knight and remain silent.

Hidden in the guards.

He was graceful and unrestrained, yet possessed the boldness and decisiveness of a young man. He had fought long battles, remained high-spirited, and had completely integrated into the escort team.

Zheng Da glanced at Xie Xin standing behind the boss with great envy. He had a female student like this, and she was the boss's beloved daughter too. In the future, when she could walk sideways in Chang'an City, he would have to praise her as wonderful!

I'm so envious and jealous that I want to put someone in a sack at night and talk to them about the principles of life and force.