Chapter 6: Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander

The Embroidered Uniform Guard at the door only said this after watching Li Miao walk far away.

But with Li Miao's hearing, even if it was separated by two walls, he heard it clearly.

He was used to it and didn't stop walking toward his office.

It was lunchtime, and as Li Miao walked in, people were coming out of the offices on both sides to go out.

These people were wearing indigo official uniforms. Seeing Li Miao in a loose long gown, they were stunned for a moment, and then after seeing who it was, they were happy and came up to greet him.

"Battalion Commander." "Battalion Commander, eating?"

Li Miao nodded, constantly pulling things out of the package tucked under his armpit, handing one to each person.

Those who received the things were also used to Li Miao, and they weren't polite either. They took the things, thanked him with a smile, and went out together to find lunch.

Li Miao walked far away and heard the voices coming from afar.

"To be an Embroidered Uniform Guard like Battalion Commander Li is really the end of the line."

"Absolutely the end. There isn't anyone in our office who lives a more comfortable life than Battalion Commander Li."

"Who says not? We watch the stars to go to work every day, and we don't even dare to loosen our official uniform belts. He, hey, open-chested, eating, waking up at noon to come to work, and no one can control him."

"You say, can we ever live a life like this?"

"Who is worthy? Are you worthy or am I worthy?"

"That's right, Battalion Commander Li is a twenty-year veteran of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. He's been a Battalion Commander for fifteen years! Not only is his seniority deep, but he's also the Commander's old subordinate, and his ability is great!"

"Four-hour Battalion Commander, he only works four hours a day, and he gets any job done in four hours! Even the Vice Commander has to coax him, we can't compare..."

Li Miao couldn't hear the words further down.

He walked slowly inside, greeting and handing out things, and when he reached the door of his office, he had just finished handing out the things.

A person in the room was pacing anxiously; it was the young Embroidered Uniform Guard who had been by his side last night, named Wang Hai, a capable confidant under Li Miao.

Wang Hai saw Li Miao, and his face was happy. Then he walked over quickly, holding Li Miao's official uniform, and as he approached, he put the clothes on him while speaking.

"Battalion Commander, you've finally come!"

"The Commander didn't see you come back to report last night, and he smashed a whole set of stationery again. That inkstone is still embedded in the tree and can't be pried out! Hurry up and put on your clothes to see him, don't let him get so angry that something happens to him!"

He had returned to the office to report last night, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander saw that Li Miao was missing again, cursed him severely, and told him to wait in Li Miao's office. He told him to tell Li Miao to see him as soon as he arrived at the office.

He had been waiting from last night until now, anxious like an ant on a hot pan. Seeing that Li Miao had finally come, he was immediately overjoyed.

Wang Hai circled around Li Miao, pulling his collar and sleeves, and skillfully put the Embroidered Uniform Guard Battalion Commander's stiff and complicated official uniform on Li Miao, without delaying Li Miao's walking.

It wasn't just skillful technique, but also carried the foundation of over a decade of soft-skill cultivation; otherwise, he couldn't have put the Embroidered Uniform Guard Battalion Commander's stiff and complicated official uniform on a walking person so quickly and gently.

It looked like a maid's craft, but it actually carried the artistic conception of "picking leaves without shaking branches, picking flowers without the bee noticing." If used in a life-and-death fight, it would be a vicious means of secretly injuring meridians and damaging skin and flesh, a method that ordinary experts couldn't use.

Li Miao replied: "He forced me into a corner himself. I did things for him in the middle of the night, not asking for benefits is one thing, but he still has the nerve to throw a tantrum?"

Wang Hai didn't reply.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard was, after all, a secret service organization in a feudal era, with strict hierarchy and even stricter family laws. Who dared to bargain in front of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander?

Only his own Battalion Commander could make the Commander smash basins and bowls without being punished, and in the end, it was his subordinates who had to take the beatings.

Now was not the time for nonsense; the most important thing was to get the lazy Battalion Commander Li to report to the Commander.

Li Miao looked outside and muttered: "It's lunchtime now, right?" Saying this, he was about to sit in his seat.

Wang Hai secretly thought it was bad.

As long as his Battalion Commander sat in that place, it would be at least an hour's nap.

If the Commander couldn't wait for him and came to the door, he would definitely be the one killed to warn the others.

He hurriedly stepped forward, used his energy to kick a small stone, which hit the chair leg, creating a crack. Then he stepped forward, pretending to push the chair for Li Miao.

Snap.

Wang Hai used the force of a thousand-pound drop, pressing the chair forward. The cracked chair leg rubbed against the ground and immediately broke, the whole thing tilting to the ground.

"Oh! It was fine yesterday!" Wang Hai shouted in surprise, then said to Li Miao.

"Battalion Commander, I'll go to the treasury and get you a new one."

"There's no place to sit in the room now, why don't you go sit at the Commander's place for a while? He just happened to say he had something to find you for."

Li Miao looked at the sincere Wang Hai, then looked at the broken chair, and shook his head: "Remember to change it to one that's comfortable to sit on."

After saying this, he took a yellowed piece of paper from under the paperweight on the desk and tucked it into his bosom.

Only then did he walk with a square step and finally go toward the Commander's office.

Wang Hai let out a long breath, but saw Li Miao stick his head out from outside the door and say: "Hai'er, go to the treasury and draw some silver, and send it to my house for Si'er."

"Understood."

Seeing Wang Hai agree, Li Miao turned and left.

Walking to the hall in the middle of the Embroidered Uniform Guard office, it was the office of the Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander, Zhu Zai.

This hall was not big, only a few zhang square. In the courtyard, there was a big tree as thick as a person's embrace, with an inkstone embedded in the middle of the trunk, deep by a palm's width. The part smashed open by the inkstone was still oozing some juice, clearly having been put in not long ago.

It seemed this was what Wang Hai said, that last night the Commander saw Li Miao didn't come back to report, and in a fit of rage, threw it out of the room.

The door was wide open, and the bluestone floor at the door was flat, but there were some broken porcelain pieces and scattered tea leaves.

An Embroidered Uniform Guard wearing a bull-fighting suit was squatting on the ground, pulling those broken porcelain pieces out of the bluestone floor.

Li Miao acted as if he didn't see it and walked straight in.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard Commander, Zhu Zai, was holding a bowl of rice, slowly picking up a chopstick of green vegetables, about to send it to his mouth.

Just as it reached his mouth, he raised his eyes and saw Li Miao walking in as if nothing had happened.

"Humph!"

Zhu Zai shook his hand and threw the chopsticks in his hand over.

Whoosh!

That pair of chopsticks directly tore through the air, making a shrill scream, heading straight for Li Miao's face.

Zhu Zai liked to throw things when he was angry; everyone in the Embroidered Uniform Guard knew this, it was an old habit.

Just talking about this matter, it wasn't anything, but this person's Wu Gong was particularly high, and when he threw things, he didn't know his own strength, making many Embroidered Uniform Guard experts suffer.

When this pair of chopsticks flew over, it was virtual and real, one with overt energy and one with covert energy, one fired first and one arrived later, all carrying high-level hidden weapon techniques; clearly, Zhu Zai was truly angry. It could be said that this pair of chopsticks could kill a second-rate expert.

Of course, it was no threat to Li Miao.

Li Miao raised his hand, flicked it casually, and the pair of chopsticks deviated from their direction, "Dang dang" inserting themselves into the bluestone floor at the door.

The Embroidered Uniform Guard in the bull-fighting suit was pulling porcelain pieces from the bluestone floor. He looked up, and there was another pair of chopsticks on the stone slab.

He looked into the room, sighed, and turned to pull the chopsticks again.

Li Miao walked into the room, found a chair to sit on, and looked at the angry Zhu Zai lazily.

"Don't throw the bowl over, there's soup in the bowl. I'm wearing a flying fish suit now, if I get it dirty, it's deceiving the Emperor."

Li Miao leaned in the chair, supporting his face with his hand and said.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 7 =====