On that day, Qian Yue immediately joined Guizhou General Cao Kai and Zhongguan Yang Youfa to lead tens of thousands of troops to encircle and suppress the enemy. However, Qian Yue was the new governor and was not familiar with the situation in Guizhou. He insisted on dividing troops in three groups and taking the role of the Central Army. General Cao Kai and Zhongguan Yang Youfa were divided into two groups.

The so-called central official is a eunuch. This eunuch was eager to be greedy for merit, so he ordered the right army to move quickly, and encountered an ambush and was defeated.

General Cao Kai learned that the central officer was surrounded and immediately rushed to help, but was waiting for the rebels to be tired and defeated in one fell swoop. Cao Kai died in battle.

When the news came, Qian Yue was so heartbroken that he was a civil servant who had never even seen wars. When he was in Henan and Shandong, his biggest political achievement was to wipe out a group of bandits with more than 200 people. He really didn't understand the matter of Guizhou.

What's more, the rebels were familiar with geography and were elusive. They joined forces with dozens of parodies and won consecutive victories. Qian Yue immediately decided to withdraw his troops and return to Guiyang Prefecture.

But... I can't get out of it anymore.

There were shouts of killing everywhere, and the rebels came from nowhere and launched a general attack.

Qian Yue had a blue face and his body was trembling. The scene of being surrounded by enemies and the shouts and howlings that broke through the sky made him feel chilled.

He looked pale and finally sighed. Several friends and military officers in the account looked at him, hoping that Governor Qian would have an idea whether to break through.

Qian Yue looked at these people in shame, and tears were already coming out, and he said with tears in his eyes: "Take the pen and ink."

Muyou hurriedly took out his pen and ink and whispered: "Sir, retreat. Now the rebels' encirclement has not been completed yet. Take a team of loyal guards and cross the mountain stream and you can lightly return to Guiyang. Here... there is also Deputy General Qi leading his troops..."

Qian Yue sighed and shook his head: "I am defeated now, and I have to die. Even if I am lucky enough to live, I have no face to see Your Majesty and my elders..." He sighed and wrote a solemn text: "My Qian Yue died ten thousand times. My daughter of Yunnan chieftain, and the wife of the local judge of Guizhou Longchang, caused a rebellion. He raised more than 10,000 troops to connect with various camps and encouraged the local people of Zhanyizhou and Pu'anzhou to cause rebellion. The old minister followed the law and advanced all the way, but encountered heavy rain. This lost the time; he was arrogant and rashly went deeper, and lost the advantage of the territory. Now our army was defeated. General Cao Kai and Zhongguan Yang Youfa were all killed in battle. I dare not live alone, but only asked Your Majesty to pardon me for the crime of death. I was a scholar, but I had no power to tie a chicken and dared not lose my integrity. I wish to die under the ten thousand swords of the rebels to thank him for his crimes..."

He wrote and cried bitterly. The memorial was already covered with tears. At the end of the writing, he could not even catch the pen. He sealed the memorial and trembled with a varnish and handed it to his friend. He instructed: "You and several gentlemen are all hired by me. You advised me to be cautious when I was careful. I regret not listening to you. Now that the war is defeated, I should stay here as a governor. In the name of Quan Zhongyi, several gentlemen, you will take this memorial with me. I will order the guards to send you to escape as much as possible. Goodbye here, please take care of me!"

The friends looked at each other and took the memorial, showing a reluctance to leave.

Qian Yue bowed to them solemnly: "Gentlemen, go quickly, it's too late."

"Oh!" The friend of Mushou who received the memorial stamped his feet and finally gave Qian Yue a deep bow: "Sir, there will be a date later."

Qian Yue was so afraid that he shook, but he still took a deep breath, as if he wanted to make himself more courageous before he died.

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Shouning Hou Mansion.

The two Zhang brothers were trembling with cold. Although they ate hot porridge, they found that their body temperature had run away in an instant. Zhang Yanling curled up and looked at the empty fire brazier on the ground: "Brother, I think we should buy some coal to burn!"

Zhang Heling's face turned blue with cold, but she was angry: "Buy coal from his surname Fang? Even if I, Zhang Heling, never buy half a kilogram of coal from their Fang family if I don't eat porridge in this life and I will never buy half a kilogram of coal from their Fang family. Winter will pass soon, don't make a noise!"

Zhang Yanling shivered: "But brother, it's Mid-Autumn Festival now..."

Zhang Heling immediately began to grin and was so angry.

In fact, in the past, the Zhang family still had to burn charcoal when it was cold. Even if they saved, they could not freeze to death.

But now, a few cents of anthracite have begun to appear on the market. After spending ten times the price to buy charcoal, Zhang Heling felt that he was a total fool. He used to think that the price of charcoal was acceptable, but now he felt that it was a friction that was pressed by those charcoal-selling profiteers who pressed their IQ on the ground.

Therefore, now I am reluctant to buy charcoal, and anthracite... I can't buy it.

Let's wait.

The colder the weather was, the more Zhang Heling felt that life was impossible. Even when he saw the square table and the square chairs, they were originally used as art, and the square calligraphy and paintings were stuck on the wall, they felt hateful.

"Master, Master..." The manager of the mansion rushed over: "Master, look, diary, diary..."

The Zhang family's manager actually has a lot of money, but he cannot show his wealth in front of the master, otherwise he must be beaten to death by the two masters. Therefore, the manager was wearing a patched shirt, but happily held a diary in his hand: "Look, Master, Fang Jifan has been impeached."

When Zhang Heling heard this, he was overjoyed and cheered up. He hurriedly snatched the palace newspaper and saw that his eyes lit up: "Zhang Fen, the Censor of the Northern Zhili Department of the Censorate... He scolded this Fang Jifan for insulting the minister's money... Qian, what did he call Qian?"

The manager said with a smile: "Qian Yue."

Zhang Heling said oh, then slammed the high fives and became excited: "Good Zhang Fen, Master, I like him, I speak up for justice. This is, I scold you well, I scold you happily. Master, I am so happy now, so happy."

The manager said with a smile: "Isn't it? This memorial has been very enthusiastic, it is called the suffering of the world... Fang Jifan has been suffering for a long time, and the Censor Zhang Fen stood up. This is a sign that everyone pushed him. Master, I think, Fang Jifan is going to be finished." He narrowed his eyes: "Governor Qian Yue, before taking office as the governor of Henan, Shandong and Guizhou, he worked in the Censorate for more than ten years. Master, do you understand?"

Zhang Heling scratched his head: "What do you understand?"

The manager couldn't help but worry about Zhang Heling's IQ: "Oh, master, he has been in the Censorate for more than ten years. Now there are countless people in the Censorate, all of whom are his old subordinates. Let's talk about the Censor of the Northern Zhili. At that time, he was just a small censor under him. It was his recommendation that he was promoted to the Censor of the Censor."

"Oh." Zhang Heling seemed to have begun to understand something: "What do you mean is that Fang Jifan insulted this Qian... Qian Yue? So, the censors in the Censorate got angry and started to make trouble. They had to scold Fang Jifan to death before they could stop?"

It's this." The manager said happily: "The Fang Jifan was scolded so much that he must be..." The manager stroked his goatee beard, shook his head, and said with a roar: "I'm ashamed, I wish I could find a crack in the ground to get into it, vomiting three liters of blood, and I'm so angry that I can't die of anger."

"Haha." Zhang Heling crossed his hands and laughed, feeling a sigh of anger in his heart, feeling happy: "Yes, he is still embarrassed to go out to meet people? This shameless and prodigal thing must be ashamed..." Speaking of this, the smile on his face gradually solidified. Zhang Heling's IQ was actually quite high, but he suddenly said: "Is it shameless? This person with Fang's surname is so shameless, will he know how to write the word "shamed"?"

The manager was stunned for a moment...

The Fang brothers also stared at each other.

There was an indescribable embarrassment in the hall.

First of all, Fang Jifan is a scumbag, which is certain.

A scumbag has long been infamous. Will he care about other people's literary criticism?

If he scolded him a few times, this guy would be so sad and angry that he would be ashamed. Is this Fang Jifan?

so……

It seems... the so-called impeachment memorial is simply a murder to some people, but it seems to be painless to that guy with a strong face.

"Get out of dog-like things!" Zhang Heling was furious and kicked the damn manager away: "You are deducting your monthly money this month, get out of here!"

The manager was busy with his tail and went in shame.

"Brother, please calm down. I can't say that Fang Jifan still needs a little face?" Zhang Yanling comforted him unconfidently.

"Or...we will curse, too?"

"Brother, why don't you talk?"

Zhang Heling let out a long sigh, blushed, and said, "Save some energy, talk less, say more, and the yang energy on his body will dissipate, accumulate in his body, and it will be warm."

"..." Zhang Yanling looked at his brother in admiration. He knew everything.
Chapter completed!