Confucian School Experts

"Horse handlers? You're here to pasture horses at the Yang Mausoleum?"

The surroundings at the Yang Mausoleum were indeed pleasant.

Places important for their feng shui generally had fine surroundings, with clear streams, beautiful hills, abundant vegetation, and no shortage of wild animals.

Zhang Xuezhou had led the others in catching rabbits for two days, which counted as patrolling the Yang Mausoleum.

His days on patrol had been quite pleasant, but Zhang Xuezhou hadn't expected another group of patrolmen to arrive.

He looked at the five men before him, each only half the height of an ordinary person, and at the secret orders they had presented upon entering the East Sima Gate. He understood that these dwarfs were only pretending to pasture horses; their real purpose was to inspect the Yang Mausoleum.

"My name is Kong Zhong!"

"Du Wencai!"

"Ye Siqian!"

"Zhu Jiusi!"

"Li Mingrui!"

Kong Zhong was the leader of the group.

He lifted his head to look at Zhang Xuezhou, who had taken the secret orders. Seeing the surprise on Zhang Xuezhou's face, he knew that he and the others were once again being discriminated against for their looks and stature.

He looked at Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng, who were craning their necks around Zhang Xuezhou to gawk at the oddity. Dissatisfaction flickered in his eyes, and as he fixed his gaze on Zhang Xuezhou, he stomped his right foot hard against the ground.

"We are all acting on imperial orders. You must cooperate with us!"

When Kong Zhong spoke again, his voice had grown sterner.

Zhang Xuezhou showed no unusual reaction, but Song Dongjia and Zhu Yuncheng, standing behind him, felt a chill run through their bodies. Kong Zhong, who was only half a man's height, instantly became three zhang tall, while they could only reach