Liu Zhang braved the heavy snow and stabbed back and forth with his sword. He was stiff and jerky. Xiao Furong stood by and was dissatisfied. Liu Zhang thought it was the first day of the wedding, so he didn't want to give up. He just made it a broadcast.
It was time for gymnastics. At this moment, Fazheng and Hao Shewei walked in. Xiao Furong immediately walked towards Hao Sheng with a straight face.
"Where did you go last night? Don't you need to protect your lord?"
"How do you know I'm not in the inner courtyard?" He was so confused and confused.
"You... hum, don't stay too far away from him in the future, and learn martial arts from me immediately, otherwise no matter how strong you are, you won't be enough for the assassin to kill him."
Xiao Furong continued to teach Liu Zhang how to practice swordsmanship. She looked at her skills from behind and said unconvinced: "I have only been my wife for one night, and I can't bear to care and protect her like this." She snorted, but she could only be obedient.
Go learn martial arts from Xiao Furong.
Fazheng shook his head and sighed: "She is a good girl, but she is too unseemly and cannot be the master's wife. It seems that I have to help Miss Huang Yue, otherwise the master's great cause will be ruined in the rear."
In Yanpu Mansion, almost all the important figures of the Yang clan from the branch were waiting outside the door. Following the summons from the soldiers, they entered the inner hall one after another, and the gentlemen whispered as they walked.
"I heard that Mr. Zhou Mu was seriously injured. Is it true? Who did this?"
"That's still false. I heard that all the military doctors and the more famous doctors from Nanzheng have been invited to the county government. They haven't come out yet. I think it's 80%..."
"Be careful what you say, be careful what you say, and be careful of what comes out of your mouth."
"No wonder Yanpu wants to discuss with us. Most likely he wants us to cooperate in the management of Hanzhong."
"Then there is still a lie. Without us, can Hanzhong be governed?"
The old men rushed into the inner hall, but they did not see Yan Pu. They were only surprised that the guards outside Yan Pu's house were lax, but there were many soldiers inside, which shocked these old men who had enjoyed peace and happiness without seeing weapons for many years.
Just as the gentlemen were sitting down, several people came out. When they saw the first figure, everyone's hearts suddenly jumped up and they were filled with surprise and uncertainty. It was Liu Zhang who they said was about to die.
Liu Zhang smiled and sat casually on the main seat. The temperature in the inner hall dropped to freezing point, as if it was a bit colder than the heavy snow outside. The gentlemen looked at Liu Zhang tremblingly, fearing that his smile would disappear immediately and stood up.
Murderous intent.
Liu Zhang put his hands on the armrests of the chair and waved his hands gently. With a "bang" sound, an old man immediately lay down on the table. Yan Pu stepped forward with concern and asked, "What's wrong with Mr. Yang?"
At this time, a group of government servants came in with tea. Only then did Mr. Yang realize that Liu Zhang meant to serve tea. He held up his hat and said quickly: "Nothing, nothing."
Liu Zhang picked up a cup of tea, saw everyone sitting down, and said calmly while drinking tea: "Dear Hanzhong elders, are you surprised to see that I can still drink tea? How many of you here think that I am happy?
died?"
"The common people don't dare."
"Don't you dare?" Liu Zhang chuckled lightly and said to Mr. Yang: "Your name is Mr. Yang. I think the third master must think that I am dead. Otherwise, why would he be so happy when he walked in and see me?"
Like moldy corn?”
"The grassroots are in fear, the grassroots are in fear." Although he didn't know what corn was, he knew what Liu Zhang meant. Mr. Yang felt like he had fallen into an ice hole, and he crawled like a dog and knelt in the middle of the hall.
"Okay." Liu Zhang waved his hand and asked Mr. Yang to get up, put down the tea cup and said: "I have called you here today for no other reason than to ask you two small things. One is to ask you if you are willing to support me.
For the four civil service examinations, are you willing to support my land order and price limit order..."
"The common people and others fully support the decree of Lord Zhou Mu." Before Liu Zhang could finish speaking, the gentlemen rushed to bow down.
Liu Zhang smiled and said calmly: "Okay, let's assume that you are sincere. The second thing is, do you support me in killing the direct descendants of the Yang family?" The Yang family considers themselves descendants of Yang Zhu hundreds of years ago.
, and the Yang Song branch considers itself to be the direct descendant of the eldest son.
"The grassroots people will definitely support..." After Yang Sanye shouted loudly, he realized that no one else was shouting, and his own voice echoed alone in the lobby. Yang Sanye, who immediately reacted, was sweating profusely.
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The gentlemen did not dare to answer or look at Liu Zhang. They sat where they were and did not dare to move.
"Come here and write some pen and ink."
The soldiers brought trays of writing utensils to the gentlemen. Liu Zhang stood up and walked down the steps, clasping his hands behind his back and saying: "I will let you choose freely. Support my new policy and support the annihilation of the direct Yang clan. Write a letter of guarantee and wait for me."
If you finish a cup of tea without writing anything, I will default to not supporting it."
Liu Zhang knew that the guarantee letter was nothing to these people. Liu Zhang did not expect these people to disobey in the future and use this thing as evidence. However, this was a situation of surrender. As long as they wrote the guarantee letter, it would show that
Today, they surrender to authority, surrender to killing, and surrender to Liu Zhang. This kind of psychological shock can definitely leave a shadow.
The gentlemen took the pen and ink with trembling hands. Liu Zhang stretched out his hand, and Wang Xu handed him a cup of tea. The gentlemen held the brush tightly, and they could imagine the fullness of tea in Liu Zhang's teacup without even looking.
"Zhou... Mr. Zhou Mu, the grass-roots people can't write." An old man said tremblingly. Although the direct line of the Yang family is arrogant, it has too many connections with the side branches, and the relationship is also complicated. Even if there are 110,000 dissatisfaction with the direct line,
He couldn't just watch his direct lineage being destroyed. The old man hoped that this excuse would allow him to get through.
"Take him out and kill him." Liu Zhang said coldly while drinking tea without even looking at the old man.
"yes."
Two soldiers rushed forward, and the old man was shocked and shouted: "Sir, ordinary people can write, ordinary people can write, ordinary people can write immediately."
"You have no chance."
The two soldiers pulled out the old man, and soon there was a scream outside the hall. All the gentlemen were startled. Several people dropped their pens on the ground, picked them up nervously, and finally began to write them down word by word.
Liu Zhang picked up the bamboo slips, glanced at the crooked words, and threw them aside. "In this case, I will assume that you are all supportive, so you can go back now. I will give you three hours to restrain your tribe.
Starting from dusk today, you will not be able to go out for two days, shops will be closed, and farming will be suspended. Any descendants of the Yang family who go out within two days will be treated as a rebellion by this officer. Okay, let's disperse."
The heavy snow has been falling for seven consecutive days with no sign of stopping. The road from Hanzhong to the Central Plains has almost been cut off. Many Hanzhong people are accustomed to staying at home like in previous years.
But this year is a little different. People in Nanzheng City found that many rice, grain and cloth shops had been closed early for no reason. Guards in other counties, customs, and cities were obviously increased. People could see soldiers swimming around from the small windows.
These sensitive people vaguely felt that something was going on, so they stayed at home.
Mr. Yang was also surprised by this situation. At this moment, Yang Cong barged in from outside the door. Mr. Yang asked quickly: "Cong'er, have you heard what happened? Is it because of Liu Zhang in the Prefecture Mufu?"
Seriously injured, send someone to search for the murderer?"
Yang Cong shook his head and said eagerly: "Old man, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen. Although those people from the same clan didn't say it clearly, it seems that Liu Zhang is going to attack us."
"Attacking us? There are thousands of our Yang family, how dare Liu Zhang?"
"Has the old man forgotten what happened in Jiangzhou?"
Mr. Yang fell down and sat on the desk, his blood gone completely, and he said for a long time: "Even so, why did Liu Zhang kill us? Does he have evidence to prove that those assassins were sent by us?"
"We can't control that much now." Yang Cong said anxiously: "No matter what, it is a fact that the butcher Liu Zhang wants to do harm to us. Old man, we'd better leave as soon as possible."
"Go? Where to go? Each pass is now garrisoned with three times more troops than usual, and the mountains are blocked by heavy snow. Can I get out? Besides, even if I can leave, can all those tribesmen leave? There is only one way now.
Cong'er, no matter what you do, even if Liu Zhang really kills you, you can't reveal that you are the assassin sent by us. As long as we don't let go, Liu Zhang will be helpless against us."
Wealthy families often value their family much more than themselves, and Mr. Yang is the same. He would rather sacrifice some people, including himself, to preserve the entire clan.