Murong Ye lowered his head and glanced at the lake. The bright moon was under the horse's hooves. His eyes froze, his body swayed, and he and the horse fell into the water.

Chen Yanjun was dumbfounded. Is this woman really afraid of heights?

How did a former third-level cultivator become afraid of heights?

In the end, it was Chen Yanjun who pulled her out of the water, one by one, and dragged her to the island in the middle of the lake.

Wet under the moon... Chen Yanjun frowned, is this figure really possible for humans?

Different from the vastness and gentleness of the madam, this is a perfect proportion that is as if carved by gods and ghosts, like the divine ink and ink that can only be found in heavenly scrolls.

However, as a brother-in-law, you cannot look closely at your sister-in-law's figure.

Chen Yanjun only glanced at it, then straightened up his horse and stopped looking.

After landing on the shore, Murong Ye came back to his senses. With his sword energy trembling, he dried all the water stains on his body and drank heavily, pretending that nothing happened.

Yinhu Palace is on the island.

In addition to the main building and the prison military pavilion, the prison department also has the twelve zodiac department halls.

The Zodiac Department is a secret special investigation department that mainly investigates large-scale and important events. Most of its departments are hidden underground or in the jungle.

Only the Yinhu Palace was built directly on the island in the middle of Taiye Lake.

Yinhu is made of wood, with flying eaves that stretch out nearly ten feet, almost becoming a pavilion to protect it from the rain.

The hall is not big, five stories high, like a tower, with flying eaves. Although it looks like a tiger coming down the mountain from a distance, it displays a majestic sword aura.

There are only five people in the Yinhu tribe, but the main hall is five stories high.

Each person uses a large flat floor as his office, and he is so arrogant that he has no friends.

Murong Ye lived on the top floor of the fifth floor, on the main floor.

The fourth floor, the investigation floor, is where Chen Yanjun will be working.

The deputy is in charge of investigation.

The third floor, the combat floor, is a magic dojo.

Second floor, logistics floor, in charge of logistics support.

On the first floor is the residence of the Prime Minister.

The Bu Cheng, that is, the civil servant who controls the Twelve Zodiac Department, with a cultivation level of at least fifth grade, supervises and checks and balances the private power of the Twelve Bad Commanders.

Yinhu Bubu Cheng, why don't you sleep? I always have the habit of going to bed early and going to bed after dark.

Fortunately, the logistics floor on the second floor was brightly lit, but no one came down to greet us.

Murong Ye shouted towards the second floor:

"Go to Wu, come out quickly. I've brought you a handsome scholar who can study with you."

The open doors and windows were quickly closed.

However, Murong Ye was faster. He grabbed Chen Yanjun's shoulders and jumped in before the door and window were completely closed.

The speed was so fast that Chen Yanjun almost vomited. He barely stood up and shook his head and said:

"There's no need to force yourself if you can't fly."

Murong Ye shrugged:

"As long as it's fast enough, it's just a jump."

Chen Yanjun took a look and saw that the window grille just now was engraved with dense spiritual patterns. It seemed to be a spiritual window that could automatically close when it heard a cry.

I looked at the logistics floor and saw that there were bookshelves on the floor that was supposed to be empty. Apart from books, bookshelves, and a woman reading, there was nothing else.

What kind of logistics department is this?

Seeing Murong Ye coming in with a strange man, the woman stood up from the bookcase, politely held her hands in her hands and said:

"Bumasa-sama!"

Chen Yanjun thought to himself that this woman was probably too absorbed in reading and didn't even hear Murong Ye's words.

If you look carefully, you will see that this is a young woman with a stern face, not tall, wearing a green Confucian shirt.

At first glance, I thought she had a bob haircut, but upon closer inspection, I discovered that her hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head.

The facial features and figure are all handsome, but they give people a feeling of being too well-proportioned, making them look a bit old-fashioned.

He has a cute face, but his complexion and eyes are very serious and deep, and he has the air of a curly dog ​​who is obsessed with reading and who is a god if he doesn't die in the exam.

It is far different from Dr. Tan Zhen’s elegant and bookish style.

His cultivation is only at the eighth level, and his talent is just okay.

Murong Ye put his hand on the woman's thin, tired shoulder and introduced to Chen Yanjun:

"This is Song Quwu, who is in charge of logistics. She was my junior sister at the Guozi Supervisory Academy. She is not a prisoner. She is good at using and repairing all kinds of magic weapons and weapons... However, some people do not do their job properly and think about taking the public exam every day.

, she should be very knowledgeable, and she can help you solve any messy problems you have."

Chen Yanjun nodded slightly.

Song Quwu... Quwu Cuanjing is a good name.

"Chen Yanjun has met Senior Sister Song."

Murong Ye then introduced Song Quwu:

"This guy is my brother-in-law, and next is my deputy. Strictly speaking, he is your boss. It's okay to listen to him when I'm not around."

Song Quwu was very polite and bowed deeply to Chen Yanjun, which was quite Confucian.

"Chen Zhenqing, nice to meet you."

Lord Bu Zheng, Detective Minister...Does everyone need to have an official position? The young minister in charge of investigation is called Detective Minister?

I feel like I’m taking the exam!

Chen Yanjun guessed that Senior Sister Song might be a top student in the Gonglingjiang Path, but in the Confucianism and Taoism Path, she might be a scumbag, with a worrying future.

Murong Ye suddenly remembered the business and said:

"I just summoned Guest Min to check the background of Fang Haiping. Hasn't he come back yet?"

Song Quwu said seriously:

"The master of Kemin is a murderer and not good at reconnaissance. Why doesn't Mr. Buzheng go and investigate on his own?"

Murong Ye patted Chen Yanjun on the shoulder.

"Silly, I'm saving our new scout!"

After saying that, he said again:

"Right now, I have nothing to do. Wake up Lao He downstairs."

"Um."

Song Quwu flew downstairs from the main door on the second floor.

He took out four bamboo tube-like instruments and pointed them at the four windows on the first floor, emitting dazzling five-color light.

Immediately, he took out another flute-shaped instrument and handed it to Chen Yanjun.

"Chen Shaoqing, come and brag!"

Chen Yanjun blew casually, but no sound came out.

Then he used his energy to make a sound.

It looks like a flute, but when played, it sounds like Yiyiyaya Nuo opera...

It's so unpleasant that even Chen Yanjun himself can hardly stop playing it.

Murong Ye and Song Quwu both covered their ears.

The continuous energy blew out, causing the window grilles on the first floor to shake back and forth.

A figure suddenly appeared through the broken window and reached out to press the hole of the flute.

The Nuo opera came to an abrupt end.

Yinhu Bubu Cheng He Bu Mian is a middle-aged man with wrinkles and a fifth-grade Confucian scholar. He wears the purple and black official robe of the Prison Secretary, which wraps his slightly fat figure tightly.

Even so, his scholarly and scholarly temperament was much better than that of Song Quwu.

With sleepy eyes, He BuMian took a closer look and was shocked.

He was actually awakened by a ninth-grade martial artist!

As a minister, he had to supervise Murong Ye, who no one could supervise, so he had no choice but to go to bed early every day, out of sight.

He had to take care of all kinds of trivial matters for Murong Ye every day, but he didn't even have a bookboy.

When I get off work at midnight, I can go home to be with my wife and children, or go to Nanxianfang to be accompanied...

Chen Yanjun quickly bowed his hands.
To be continued...