After Chongzhen finished speaking, he stood up and walked out. The soldiers at the door took a step back, and the two sides faced each other and went outside the house together. However, Chen Zhuo was ignored and stayed there in a daze.
It happened that Yang Zhenwei came over and confessed his crime verbally from a long distance away. When he came to Chongzhen, he said: "Long live the Lord, the Commander-in-Chief has invited you to come to the house to talk to me. I am here to escort you."
A bloody smell hit his face. Chongzhen sniffed, a little worried about the safety of Yang and other unrelated people, and said: "It's okay for me to go, but you need to treat the servants in the house kindly."
Yang Zhenwei couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed after hearing this. The scabbard hanging on his waist was slowly seeping blood. He felt guilty and touched the handle of the knife and replied: "This is as it should be."
Seeing his agreement, Chongzhen nodded and signaled Yang Zhenwei to lead the way. Surrounded by soldiers, he walked through the front yard to the gate, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.
Wang Laojiu lay motionless on the ground, with a large circle of blood covering his body. Yang Zhenwei knew he couldn't hide it, so he stopped and looked back at Chongzhen, pointing at the body on the ground and said: "Long live Lord, there is some misunderstanding, look at this.
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Chongzhen took a look, raised his hand expressionlessly and said: "Lead the way." Yang Zhenwei breathed a sigh of relief.
Before setting off, Jiang Quan had warned him that he must "invite" His Majesty properly and not kill anyone. Seeing that Your Majesty was not angry, Yang Zhenwei felt very happy. Fortunately, the person he killed was just an inconspicuous little concierge.
The adjutant's sedan was placed outside the door, and the bearer stood waiting nearby. Yang Zhenwei stepped forward and opened the sedan door. He lowered his head and spread his hands and said: "Long live the Lord, please."
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Today's events caused a great uproar, and all the gentry in the city gathered at Sun Xuanhuai's house.
The reason why they refused to give up was that if the situation was not right, they would have fled earlier. Secondly, the Jin gentry was unwilling to give up. During this period, everyone paid for money and food for the verbal promise given by Long live the Lord.
Long Live Lord has soldiers who are not easy to mess with, but you, Sun Xuanhuai, have to give everyone an explanation, right?
After Sun Xuanhuai got the emperor's permission, he hurried back home. When he first arrived, all the Jin gentry standing at the door didn't give him a good look. They just said, "Pay back the money."
After hearing this, Sun Xuanhuai was a little puzzled, pay back the money? What kind of money should he pay back? Finally, when he saw his wife, he finally realized what he was doing, and he immediately had a severe headache.
I saw Mrs. Sun Li standing in the courtyard with her servants holding sticks, pointing at the surrounding gentry with their waists and cursing, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin they were. In the past, the female relatives of each family walked around closely with each other, and the boudoirs
In their free time, close friends would always use the things between husband and wife as a source of conversation. Now, this conversation source has become Sun Li's "weapon", and everyone can't hold their heads up when they scold her.
"Hey, your surname is Hu. Your mother-in-law and aunt have not tasted meat for ten months. Are you ineffective? If you are ineffective, why not go to a doctor for treatment! Our old Sun family is not a medical hospital."
"You! Shrew!" Mr. Hu seemed to have been stabbed in a sore spot, his face turning red with embarrassment.
"Hey, you are allowed to come to our house to make trouble, but I am not allowed to curse in the street? Why are you scolding you? Today, even if I make trouble in front of Long Live Lord, I can stand upright."
Mrs. Sun Li was arrogant, and the silk handkerchief she held in her hand swayed with her body.
"What nonsense! Go back." Sun Xuanhuai was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and walked in angrily from outside. When Mrs. Sun Li heard this, she was frightened, like a cat seeing a tiger, and she quickly ran away with her servant Saya.
Seeing the return of the rightful master, everyone who was so angry finally found someone to vent their anger on, and they criticized Sun Xuanhuai with every word he said.
Hu Yuanwai had the most violent reaction. He pointed at Sun Xuanhuai and shouted: "Young man named Sun, pay back the money." Someone next to him followed and shouted: "Pay back the money!"
"Having been in business for so many years, has Sun ever owed you any debt?"
Hu Yuanwai's right hand was subconsciously protecting his crotch. It was obvious that he was still worried about the matter of the talent, and he said sternly: "It's just because you came forward! Otherwise, who would donate money and food? I won't wade into troubled waters with you now, let me get out of here." Give that share back!”
"Yes, come back!"
Sun Xuanhuai smiled bitterly and surrendered. He stepped forward and put his arm around Mr. Hu's shoulders and said, "Boss Hu, if you have something to say, let's talk it over carefully, right? You don't have to be as knowledgeable as Sun."
Hu Yuanwai looked sideways at Yuan Yuan Sun, spat on the ground and said, "Bah! It's all made up!"
"Sun Xuanhuai took the place of Zhuo Jing and apologized to Boss Hu." Sun Xuanhuai smiled and clasped his fists at Hu Yuanwai. Seeing Sun Xuanhuai acting like this, Hu Yuanwai was no longer rude and unforgiving, and the sullen look on his face faded slightly.
"Everyone, please be patient. I will definitely give you an explanation today. I will allow Sun to hold a banquet at home. How about we sit down and talk about it?"
As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. Seeing that things have come to this, everyone has no choice but to agree.
There is an old mansion not far from Sun Xuanhuai's home. Song Xiance and Yang Boxian were sitting on stone benches in the courtyard, and all the soldiers from the regiment training camp were here.
"Mr. Song, there is no one around His Majesty, I am worried..."
Song Xiance took some time out of his busy schedule to brew a pot of Maojian. Uncle Yang was not used to drinking tea, so the tea was not as refreshing to drink after boiling it, so Song Xiance had to drink it alone.
Seeing Uncle Yang's first question, Song Xiance put down the tea cup gently and said, "Long live your plans, you will have a backup plan. Commander Yang, there is no need to worry. We are just ordered to protect Mr. Sun."
Seeing the presence of his old god, Uncle Yang couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Song has only been around for a few days, but he already knows His Majesty so well?"
Song Xiance wiped his beard and said with admiration: "Song thought he knew something before, but now he can't see through it. He can't see through it." After that, he poured himself tea.
Uncle Yang didn't understand the reason first, but when he saw Song Xiance drinking tea silently and not talking much, he thought that it would be really hard to talk to you scholars.
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Twenty miles east of Datong City there is a Baishan Mountain, about one mile high. The mountain is round, with a flat top covered with vegetation.
There are no trenches or dangers between Baishan Mountain and Datong City. They are all flat and gentle slopes, and the cavalry can move as if they were walking on flat ground. Upon hearing the suggestion from his subordinates, Wu Weihua immediately ordered the entire army to camp at the foot of the mountain and use local materials to make fires and cook meals.
Holding the secret letter he had just read in his hand, Wu Weihua sat in the tent, drinking some wine and waiting for good news.
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Chongzhen was taken all the way to Jiang Quan's residence, and when he got off the sedan chair, he saw that there were many soldiers surrounding the house, wearing armor and carrying sharp weapons, and they were heavily guarded.
Jiang Yan was pacing back and forth in the house when he faintly heard footsteps outside the house and quickly sat back on his seat.
The door was pushed open by Yang Zhenwei, and Chongzhen entered, followed by several soldiers. Chen Zhuo was prominently among them. After entering, he was guarding Jiang Quan on both sides.
When Jiang Zhen saw Chongzhen, he neither stood up to greet him nor spoke. He just looked directly at Chongzhen standing in front of him, as if to say, what can you do to me?
However, Yang Zhenwei broke the silence and said: "Master General, Long Live the Lord is here."
"I didn't entertain you well, please find a place to sit, Lord Long Live." Jiang Quan stared at Chongzhen with his chin clenched. The smell of power made him intoxicated, and the pleasure of the emperor making a fool of himself in public rushed straight to his brain.
Chongzhen didn't do anything except dusting himself off, so it didn't matter if he just stood like this.
Seeing that Chongzhen didn't respond, Jiang Yao leaned forward and threatened: "Please sit down!"
However, Chongzhen's answer surprised everyone present.
"Since Mr. Jiang wants to see me make a fool of myself so much, why don't I abdicate my throne and give way to you so that I can make a fool of myself in the world? What do you think?" This chapter has been completed!
