Zhao Si was too lazy to talk any more and said loudly: "Xue Fanzi, do it!"
"Here! Secret Service Battalion, take action!"
As soon as the words fell, only the sound of crossbow strings was heard, followed by the sound of arrows piercing the air. Under the rain of arrows, neither the green forest heroes in Taihang Mountain nor the big thieves in Heshuo were able to fight back.
Three hundred officers and soldiers of the special service battalion began to slowly advance in a mandarin duck formation.
Wei Tai's men braved the rain of arrows and began to fight back. Unfortunately, their personal bravery was of no use under the skilled combined attack tactics of the special service battalion.
Although the steel swords in the heroes' hands danced like snowflakes, one after another the spears approached alternately, forcing them to scramble and retreat continuously.
I wanted to rush forward, but shields as tall as one person were crowded into a row, and I couldn't get past them. If I wanted to jump over in the air, dozens of spears would skewer the heroes in the air.
The twenty-odd people were soon reduced to less than ten, who were huddled together. Dozens of powerful crossbows stretched out from the gaps between the shields and fired at random.
The war ended very quickly, in the time it took to make a cup of tea. There were only corpses scattered on the street, and only six of our own people were slightly injured.
The spearmen walked together, and under the cover of the crossbowmen, they went forward to clear the battlefield. All corpses, whether dead or alive, were shot twice at the vital points.
The little lady was so frightened that she trembled all over. The only sound she could hear was the chattering of her teeth.
"Gongsun... aunt, this will leave no one alive?" The little lady was frightened, but she still had the heart to ask this topic.
Aunt Gongsun whispered: "Everything is done, why are you still alive for the Qingming Festival?"
The voice speaking here attracted Ming Zhaoxia's attention.
She turned around and smiled at the little lady who had just coveted her beauty, "Little lady, what is your name?"
The young lady and her group already knew the identities of Zhao Si and Ming Zhaoxia. They all lowered their heads and showed respect.
"To my concubine, the little girl's name is Li Qingzhao."
"Li Qingzhao, your father, Mr. Wen Shu, was a disciple of Da Su Gong. My father and Da Su Gong were old friends. After he and my mother passed away, I was raised by Da Su Gong. You and I are quite related." Ming Zhaoxia suddenly said.
One sentence, and then turned to Zhao Si who was talking to Cao Duo.
"Should the officials, Li Dusi's daughter and servants let them go back? So as not to worry the family."
"Tell someone to send them back." Zhao waved his hand casually and said casually.
Li Qingzhao and Gongsun Auntie now understand that their father and the Minister of Rites of the high-ranking officials are indeed officials with big noses in the eyes of others. If they had not been on an envoy to the Northern Liao Dynasty, maybe even the officials would not know their names.
Ming Zhaoxia waved her hand and called two guards.
"My lady, please give me your instructions!"
"Send Miss Li's family home."
"Here!"
Looking at Li Qingzhao's disappearing back, Ming Zhaoxia smiled meaningfully and walked up to Zhao Si.
He has already explained the matter to Cao Duo.
"Guan family, let's go back to the palace. The Queen Mother and the Queen's wife are still waiting for us."
"Well, go back. Take the carriage back."
After getting on the carriage, Zhao Si and Ming Zhaoxia headed for the imperial city, protected by the imperial guards and special service battalions.
In the carriage, Ming Zhaoxia couldn't help but ask: "Guan Jia, just now you said that Duke Zixuan was forced to death by his brother-in-law Wei Tai?"
"Yes. The emperor's brother was seriously ill and died of illness. Zeng Zixuan was in Qingzhou at the time and had no personal experience. But after he was recalled to the capital, he had many channels to know the truth about the emperor's brother. Moreover, he was cautious and rarely missed the point.
Is it possible to write disrespectful words in a diary that is published in a book?"
"I asked people to check. Wei Tai was in the capital at the time, staying in the Zeng Mansion. He must have heard those lies from Yang Jian. In addition, Zeng Zixuan's cheating yamen wanted to publish a collection of essays for him, so he would definitely tell him
Consult my uncle who is familiar with publishing."
"Has Wei Tai published any books?" Ming Zhaoxia asked curiously.
"He is a veteran in the publishing industry. He has some literary talents. He not only publishes collections of essays himself, but also likes to borrow other people's famous works for publication. For example, he borrowed the famous works of the martial artist Zhang Shizheng, "Collection of Zhiguai", "Kuo Yi Zhi", and "Jianyou Lu";
Mei Yaochen's famous work "Biyun". In the name of others, he has no scruples, acts recklessly, and talks nonsense. All the books are made up of deep party knowledge, are often inaccurate, and are even slanderous."
"In the official family, Wei Tai took the collected works and diary from Zeng Zixuan's hand, and his hands were itchy for a while, so he wrote indiscriminately?"
"Perhaps he wanted Zeng Zixuan's collected works and diaries to become a sensation and be sold everywhere; perhaps he was used to making up nonsense and got carried away and did it casually; perhaps he did it deliberately because of resentment... All the parties involved
He's dead, who knows."
Zhao Si shook his head and replied.
"In addition to the disrespectful part in Zeng Bu's diary, there are also many wild and speculative words. They are all the gossips circulated in the wells and are recorded in the diary openly. Wei Tai was good at copying calligraphy, and he was very good at copying calligraphy. Zeng Zixuan
When I saw the familiar handwriting and the treasonous record, I was frightened to death. Even if he knew it was written by Wei Tai, he would not be able to defend himself."
Ming Chao
.It’s a pity that a famous prime minister has been framed by an unscrupulous boy. What shame does he have to seek revenge from the officials!”
"There are many people like Wei Tai in the world. If anything happens, they will never think that they are at fault. All faults are the fault of others. They are so crazy. This time it is also mysterious! If I really let this thief succeed, I will really...
well!"
"Fortunately, God's will favors us and God bless us! The officials destroyed the dog thief's conspiracy in one fell swoop."
As he spoke, the guard reported out of the car window: "My wife, the imperial eunuch, Liang Shicheng, would like to see you."
"Tell him to get in the car."
As soon as Liang Shicheng got on the car, he quickly knelt down and saluted, "I have seen officials and concubines before."
"Get up."
"Thank you, Guanjia."
The carriage is so big that three people sitting across from each other don't feel embarrassed.
"Guan Jia, please call me. What's the matter?"
Zhao Si briefly explained the case tonight, and then warned: "These days, you have been responsible for receiving the Northern Liao delegation for me. You immediately rush to Dutingyi, inform them of the case, and then take them to Lin's Shop
Take a look at the scene. Cao Liulang has arranged the scene according to my instructions. It looks like it was made by Xixia people, but it doesn't look like it was made by Xixia people. Don't mention this, just say that the thief is a giant thief who was bribed
Bandits. It’s best to be vague and vague.”
Liang Shicheng understood everything at once, and immediately bowed and said: "Young man, I understand how to do it."
"Go ahead."
"Here!"
When Liang Shicheng left, Ming Zhaoxia smiled and said: "Guanjia, you never forget to give Xixia people eye drops."
"Xixia is the first foreign enemy that we must eradicate when the Song Dynasty rises. According to my plan, destroying Xixia is not a big problem. The key is the reaction of Northern Liao. No matter how confused the monarchs and ministers of Northern Liao are, they still know the truth of death. So there is a chance.