Chapter 72: Eight Hundred of the Hundred Thousand Iron Eagle Swordsmen
On the first floor of the pavilion, there is singing and dancing.
The suicide of the building manager yesterday did not seem to have any impact here.
The guests ate delicious food, drank fine wine, played with concubines, and teased prostitutes.
The sound of soft music and the clinking of wine bottles are endless, and the sound of guests smiling happily is the eternal main theme of the building.
Luo is a guard on the tower.
He has been on duty on the tower for a year.
He was accustomed to the extravagant scenes in the buildings and the romantic scenes between men and women.
Most of the time, Luo stood here like a clay puppet, watching and listening.
No one knows what he is thinking, and no one cares.
"Sir, the master wants you to go to the steward's room." A servant from the tower ran over and said to Luo with a nod and a bow.
A look of joy appeared on Luo's face, and even the servants' expressions looked a little better.
"Why didn't Lord Jun call me?" The guard standing next to Luo asked enviously.
No matter servants, concubines, prostitutes or guards, everyone in the building liked Ying Chengjiao very much.
Not for anything else, just because Ying Chengjiao was generous.
"Luo, you are so lucky. Today, the husbands and wives who delivered things to Xianyang Palace for the Lord have each received 200 coins. If the Lord wants more people, please think of me." The guard pulled Luo's sleeve and said.
"Okay, okay, if you need anyone else, I'll look for you first."
Luo's face was full of impatience. He readily agreed to the request of the guards around him, finally pulled out his sleeves, and quickly walked up the stairs.
The guards who were not called pushed the servant impatiently to vent their inner emotions.
The servant was nearly pushed down, but he didn't dare to show any anger on his face and just left with a nod and a bow.
In the steward's room.
The curtains on both sides of the bed had been drawn, and no one could see what was inside.
The window frames were open, and the fresh air outside washed away the post-war smell in the room.
Ying Chengjiao was sitting at the table wearing only a single layer of clothing, his long hair that was originally tied up in a crown was let down, making him look even more casual.
Squeak
The door opened and Luo walked in with a happy look on his face.
Smelling the ambiguous atmosphere lingering in the room, a look of pain flashed across Luo's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
"Close the door." Ying Chengjiao ordered.
"Yes." Luo Ying said.
Luo turned around, closed the door, and stood in front of it waiting for Ying Chengjiao's orders.
Ying Chengjiao looked him up and down.
Luo lowered his head to examine himself and said respectfully: "Sir, what's wrong with me?"
"Yes." Ying Chengjiao said seriously, "Why are you still alive?"
Luo's face showed confusion and a little fear, and he asked carefully: "Why do you say that, Master?"
"Since you saved Qingmei's life, I won't kill you."
When the word "Qingmei" came out of Ying Chengjiao's mouth, Luo's pupils contracted suddenly and he looked at Ying Chengjiao in disbelief.
Why did this dandy boy know that the steward’s real name was Qingmei?
Before Luo could recover from his shock, Ying Chengjiao threw an object at him.
Luo took it and found that it was two gold coins, which was a huge fortune for him.
But there was no joy on Luo's face.
He felt uneasy and had a bad feeling.
"From today on, you are no longer an Iron Eagle Swordsman. Go back and think about which army you want to be transferred to, and report tomorrow."
The Iron Eagle Swordsmen are the elite among the Qin army's elite and have extremely high requirements.
He needs to wear full body armor, hold a spear in his hand, carry twenty long arrows and an iron-framed bow on his back, have a broad short sword on his waist, a fine iron dagger, and a cowhide shield, with a total weight of about eighty pounds.
Only those who can run continuously for a hundred miles and immediately engage in fierce battle can be called Iron Eagle Swordsmen.
Such harsh requirements are just physical requirements. The Iron Eagle Swordsman also has numerical requirements.
Among the 100,000 elite Qin soldiers, if less than 800 of them have good physical fitness, they will all be killed.
If the number exceeds eight hundred, only the first eight hundred will be taken.
Becoming an Iron Eagle Swordsman is the greatest honor of the Qin Army.
But now, Luo, who was once the Iron Eagle Swordsman, has been removed from the list and his glory has been taken away.
The humiliation, anger and unwillingness in Luo's heart burst out like a mountain torrent.
He no longer pretended to be an ordinary guard and showed his true emotions.
He gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead, and shouted at Ying Chengjiao, "Why?"
Ying Chengjiao didn't want to talk much with Luo, so he waved his hand and asked Luo to go down and not disturb him anymore.
Luo valued the title of Iron Eagle Swordsman more than his own life, so how could he be willing to leave like this?
He strode forward and walked towards Ying Chengjiao with the momentum of a black bear, as if he wanted to ask Ying Chengjiao for an explanation.
Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes slightly, trembled his fingers twice and was about to take action.
"Young Master." Qingmei called from behind the curtain.
In the end, Qingmei's life was saved, so it was not a good idea to kill her.
"Lord Chang'an knows that I am the Iron Eagle Swordsman, but do you know my responsibilities in the tower?" Luo walked up to Ying Chengjiao and said.
There are indeed experts protecting this boy .
Luo was originally furious, but at that moment, an extremely cold murderous intent locked onto him, making him feel as if he would die in the next second.
Although the murderous intent was fleeting, it reduced Luo's anger to the lowest level, so that Luo only questioned instead of taking action.
If Luo knew that the murderous intent came from Ying Chengjiao, he might not even dare to ask this question at this time.
Ying Chengjiao was extremely angry.
I dispatched the Iron Eagle Swordsman to the tower to protect Qingmei's safety.
Qingmei almost died, and you can still ask me so confidently?
Seeing that Ying Chengjiao did not answer, Luo asked himself and answered: "Although I don't know what Qingmei Manager is doing in Loutai, but in the past year, I have never disobeyed Qingmei Manager and always followed his lead. Only yesterday, Luo was worried about Qingmei Manager's safety and secretly led his concubine to visit Qingmei Manager. Is it because I saved Qingmei Manager's life that Chang'an Jun wants to remove me?"
Ying Chengjiao felt that there seemed to be something wrong after hearing the answer from the Iron Eagle Swordsman.
"What is your duty on the tower?"
"Obey the orders of Manager Qingmei."
The order changed?
Ying Chengjiao narrowed his eyes.
"You go out first, and the expulsion will be cancelled for the time being."
Luo didn't expect that it would be so easy to make Ying Chengjiao change his mind. He put the two golds on the table and was about to leave.
"Take the gold with you. I don't have the habit of asking for things I give back."
"Thank you, Changan -kun."
Luo was really happy this time. He took the two gold coins and left.
In the steward's room, only Ying Chengjiao and the female steward were left.
"Sir, there is no need to guess. I was the one who changed the order." Qingmei's voice came faintly from behind the curtain.
"Eight hundred Iron Eagle swordsmen were sent out from among the 100,000. All the armies were fighting for them. How could they appear on the tower as a small guard to protect the tower manager? This doesn't make sense."
"If the manager of the building yesterday was not Qingmei, but an ordinary woman, and she was forced into such a situation by a group of guests without knowing the financial resources of the young master, she should have died. She should have died if she deserved to die."
