Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Jin Zhihua, Minister of Household Affairs, where is he?"

Seeing the blood, Yang Ge's tone became calmer.

It was so peaceful that Nangong Feiying's hair stood on end!

He lamented in his heart that Yang Ge's attitude was definitely what they expected...the one they least wanted to see!

As long as Yang Ge is willing to sit down and listen to what they say, the matter will always be slow.

He didn't even want to sit down anymore, and all the fussing over him was like a feather in the water...

"Jin Zhihua is hiding in Yaoyue Tower, let us lead the way for you!"

Nangong Feiying turned his horse's head resignedly, turned around and led Yang Ge towards the alley.

Yang Ge grabbed the horse's belly and followed Nangong Feiying, and the roar of the horse's hoofs burst out again.

Hundreds of riders passed through the long street, and the buildings quickly retreated like street trees...

After a while, Nangong Feiying led Yang Ge to a three-story antique brothel.

At this moment, the door of the brothel was closed, and it was pitch dark inside. There was neither candlelight nor human voices, as if there was no one there.

Nangong Feiying pointed in confidently, indicating that the person was inside...

Yang Ge looked up at the gold-lettered signboard "Yao Yue Lou" on the lintel and waved forward.

"Enter!"

A group of embroidered guards dismounted, drew their swords, broke through the door, and swarmed in.

Amid a burst of screams and shouts, a roar of shock and anger came from the brothel: "This is Prince Wu's property, how can we let it go..."

Nangong Feiying scratched his throat and interrupted the roar inside with a hoarse voice: "What the hell are you talking about? Mr. Lu Ting's honor guard is here, how dare you bark?"

"King Wu..."

Yang Ge recited the name softly, reached out from the saddle and took out the cold moon sword with its scabbard in his hand. He slowly turned over and dismounted, lightly touched the four facades with his feet, and walked inside.

Nangong Feiying did not dare to stop him, so he could only follow him, trying his best to cover up his inner anxiety and whispered: "Second Master, King Wu is a fool who has no ambitions and only knows how to eat, drink and have fun. Your Excellency has a lot of money. Don't argue with him."

Yang Ge suddenly stopped and turned to look at Nangong Feiying beside him. Looking at his cautious and submissive appearance, an unspeakable sourness came to his heart: "Can you...can you save my good friend Nangong Feiying who shares life and death?" ,give me back?"

Facing his slightly red eyes, Nangong Feiying opened his mouth, with thousands of thoughts in his mind, but he couldn't express them in words.

Yang Ge watched him slowly lower his eyelids, not daring to look directly into his own eyes. He sighed in disappointment and turned back to continue walking into the brothel.

However, the low sigh sounded like thunder when it fell into Nangong Feiying's ears. Countless goosebumps suddenly appeared on his whole body as if he had been electrocuted. The panic accumulated in his heart and those flies and dogs were like mist under the strong wind. …

He gave himself a big slap on the ear with his backhand, trying to calm himself down and put the overall situation first and consider the long term.

Calm, calm, calm...

Calm the fuck down!

"King Wu deserves death!"

He straightened his chest, which had been stooped for too long, and strode quickly to catch up with Yang Ge, who was already walking into the darkness ahead. He shouted sternly: "Together with a group of corrupt officials from the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Husbandry, and the Ministry of War, we are in Shaanxi, Gansu and other places. Wantlessly raising food prices, hoarding grain and fodder, enriching the country's wealth, ignoring people's livelihood, and trapping people in fire and water... A hundred deaths will not be able to redeem the blame! "

He didn't want to protect King Wu before.

He was just afraid that Yang Ge would bring this fire to the clan.

Now...let's make chaos!

At worst, you guys have to start over again!

Yang Ge turned his head to look at him. The skylight in the front hall was too dim and he couldn't see Nangong Feiying's face clearly. He could only see a pair of slightly red eyes.

He smiled with relief and said softly: "Welcome back, Flying Eagle."

Nangong Feiying felt sad, grinned and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, cupped his fists and said, "Feiying has embarrassed you!"

He entered the palace from a young age, and everyone regarded him as a slave and a hawk.

Only Yang Ge and the others regard him as their friend...

"Where is it?"

Yang Ge reached out and patted his burly shoulder: "It's not easy for you either."

At the right time, a group of embroidered guards who looked like wolves and tigers sent an old man in gorgeous clothes to come: "Sir, this person is the person in charge here!"

Yang Ge said softly, "Yeah", stepped forward and slapped the old man's head on the head, and pushed his head into the chest...

The old man who heard the name of Lu Tinggong was at a loss to capture him. He didn't even have time to say a word.

The brothel was in chaos, with women everywhere screaming loudly and the guards in embroidered clothes shouting fiercely.

Yang Ge looked around, then held up a stool and asked Nangong Feiying to sit down with him.

However, Nangong Feiying did not sit down. He turned around and quickly walked out of the front hall of the brothel. He took out a gold medal from his arms and shouted to the crowd of Xichang fans standing outside the door: "Come here, quickly send the order to the gate officials of the Fourteenth City Gate." , the city gates are tightly closed, and there is no official oracle, and those who open the city gates without permission will have their homes confiscated and their clans destroyed!"

"Here, long live my emperor!"

All the fans from the West Factory knelt down and kowtowed.

"Come here, order the troops and horses of the five cities to strictly observe the curfew and blockade every village, city, and village. No one will be allowed to pass without official oracles. Anyone who dares to let people pass for personal gain will be killed!"

"Here..."

"Come here, send an order to Fusi, Xiuyiwei North Town, to patrol the city with strong men, blockade the whole city, and suppress the riots!"

"Here..."

A group of Xichang fans scattered, running in different directions.

Nangong Feiying put away the gold medal, turned around and looked into the hall, and saw that a group of wolf-like and tiger-like Shangyoushuo warriors had lit candles and escorted down a large group of disheveled and trembling escorts, kneeling in a row in front of Yang Ge .

Yang Ge picked up the Cold Moon Sword and walked to the far left. He pressed the scabbard and raised the head of the first escort: "Are you Jin Zhihua, the Minister of Household Affairs?"

The embroidered warrior who was escorting the bodyguard stepped forward with great discernment and removed the rag that was stuffed in the man's mouth. The bodyguard immediately cried out and begged for mercy: "Mr. Lu Ting, please spare your life. I am not Jin Zhihua, but Jin Zhihua." Du Shunbo, a doctor in the Ministry of Justice..."

"Click."

The clear sound of bones rang out, and Du Shunbo, who was wailing a second ago, instantly practiced the supreme secret of the Iron Cloth Shirt and shrank his head into his stomach.

Yang Ge slowly moved to the second escort, held the scabbard and raised his head: "Are you Jin Zhihua, the Minister of Household Affairs..."

The embroidered warrior who was escorting him stepped forward to remove the rag from the man's mouth, but the escort shook his head wildly with a look of horror on his face and avoided the embroidered warrior's hand.

"Click it."

not talking?

Even if you don't speak, you will be a coward!

Yang Ge moved again and walked to the third escort.

But this time, before he could speak, the escort's mentality completely collapsed. He struggled and rolled around on the ground like a maggot while desperately raising his head towards the escort kneeling in the center: "Jin Zhihua, That guy is Jin Zhihua...'

"Woooooooo..."

When Jin Zhihua in that compartment saw this, he rolled around on the ground in horror.

"Tuk."

Leng Yue's sword touched the ground gently, and Yang Ge turned to look at Nangong Feiying behind him: "Are any of them officials?"

Amidst the squeaking and wailing sounds, Nangong Feiying glanced at each face seriously. After a long time, he shook his head and said: "No!"

Yang Ge nodded, and the cold moon sword was unsheathed and returned to its sheath. The bright sword flashed, and the skeletal heads rolled all over the ground...

Yang Ge bent down and picked up Jin Zhihua's head, turned around and strode outside the brothel.

Nangong Feiying followed his footsteps and said softly: "Second Master, some of these people are guilty of crimes that will not lead to death."

"unimportant."

Yang Ge chuckled and replied: "Don't they like to work together? It just so happens that I also like to kill randomly!"

There is no official who appears in such a place at this time and does not deserve to die...

Nangong Feiying also smiled and said, "You make up your mind!"

The two got on their horses, and Nangong Feiying turned the horse's head: "Are you going to Prince Wu's Mansion?"

Yang Ge shook his head: "Let's go find Wen Renjian, the official minister!"

Nangong Feiying's smile condensed on his lips.

The second master is the second master!

He kills people with more courage than ordinary people!

…

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong beheaded Mengzi, the Minister of Household Affairs, and moved to Qingyuli outside the residence."

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong beheaded 32 officials including Jin Zhihua, the Minister of Household Affairs, Bao Rong, the Minister of Rites, Du Shunbo, the Minister of Punishment... and so on at Yaoyuelou!"

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong beheaded Wen Renjian, the official minister, at the Wen family's official residence!"

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong beheaded Zhuang Nianchun, the left servant of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and forty-six people who were housekeepers and guardians of the Zhuang family at Changxia Gate!"

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong beheaded Prince Wu, his son, and one hundred and twenty-seven of his guards in Prince Wu's Mansion!"

"Your Majesty, Lu Tinggong led his troops to the outside of the Guangde Marquis Mansion. They were ambushed by Jin Yande, the vanguard of the government army, with thousands of troops. The entire army of 800 men and horses was wiped out!"

It was already late at night, but the lights in the royal study room of Ziwei Palace were still brightly lit.

Zhao De Emperor Zhao Hong, the second-in-command of the Royal Horse Supervisor Xin Guogong Tang Xiong, the chief minister of the cabinet Wang Jiangling, and the commander of Xiuyiwei Shen Fa gathered together.

The little yellow gatekeepers who were waiting outside the palace took turns in panic and reported the shocking news to the emperor one by one.

The imperial study room had been silent for a long time. The four of them were holding tea bowls and drinking tea without saying a word. The atmosphere was so solemn that they seemed to be able to squeeze out water.

Since they were horrified by Yang Erlang's madness, they all cut off the Minister of Hubu, Tianguan of the Ministry of Personnel, and the king of the clan and vassal... with one stroke!

I was also horrified by the madness of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty. Even the soldiers and horses of the twenty-six guards of the pro-army army dared to move without permission!

How to close this field?

Who can accept it?

Just as the four people in the palace were sweating profusely and feeling that they had underestimated Yang Erlang's determination to enter the capital, suddenly a sweaty man from Xiaohuangmen came in, clasping his hands and saying: "Your majesty, I will start. Dongcheng...Xiao Siyi, the commander of the army in Dongcheng, raised his troops to rebel, opened the east gate, and welcomed the five guards of the government army into the city..."

There was silence in the royal study room for a while. The four of them looked at the trembling little yellow door in astonishment. A silent question seemed to echo in the air: 'How dare they! ’

"Snapped!"

Zhao Hong smashed the tea bowl on the gold bricks, stood up and supported the imperial case with one hand, and roared with a flushed face: "It's all over the place!!!"

The Five Guards of the Prefecture Army were the top twelve guards set by the Grand Ancestor when he founded the country. They were the emperor's personal troops and imperial chariots. Even though the Xiping and Zhaode dynasties rarely used the Five Guards of the Prefecture Army, they were only Add favors, rarely give orders.

Why do they want to rebel? How dare you rebel?

After Shen Fa and Wang Jiangling looked at each other, they both sighed silently... They were raising a group of old soldiers who couldn't be beaten or scolded, and would lose their temper at the slightest displeasure!

The root of this matter is still in the capital camp.

The Twelve Guards are the personal army of the Son of Heaven determined by the Grand Ancestor when he founded the country. The generals and soldiers are all military households passed down from father to son, and from son to grandson. They have always been more generous in food, salary and favor than the Imperial Army. Even during the Jianping Period, After that, it became common for the Twelve Guards to starve themselves of pay, and their combat effectiveness plummeted. The three generations of emperors of the Zhao family still showed great kindness to him in recognition of his contribution to founding the country, establishing borders, and defending the capital.

Until the late emperor's death, he felt that the Forbidden Army's combat effectiveness was weak and unable to continue to shoulder the responsibility of defending the territory, opening up borders, and defending the capital. He mobilized brave men from all over the country to set up a separate capital camp in addition to the twenty-six guards of the Forbidden Army. Wei's status and food, salary and treatment were gradually replaced by those of the Beijing camp...

Unexpectedly, trouble would occur so quickly!

Well, maybe the chaos didn't just happen now. It had only been half a night since Yang Erlang arrived in Beijing, and the five guards of the government had already started a riot. This shows how deeply those tiger and leopard ministers had corrupted the five guards of the government.

Perhaps the disaster has been buried for a long time, but it only broke out today!

From this point of view, Yang Ge, who forced the five guards of the government to rebel, not only had no fault, but actually had merit!

If he hadn't gone on a killing spree, forcing the tigers, leopards, and warriors to jump over the wall and take desperate risks, God knows when this thunder would have exploded!

Shen Fa and Wang Jiangling both thought of this.

But this did not make the two of them feel at ease, but made them feel more and more heavy... Even the Twelve Guards who were right under the emperor's nose were corrupted by those tigers and leopards. Then all the provinces commanded What should the envoy do? What about the border troops? If he invades the foreign barbarians again, can the Wei soldiers and horses still maintain peace in the world?

Once the feudal dynasty begins to decline, it is like a person with weak bones suffering from a tumor. The tumor is always absorbing the body's meager nutrients to expand itself, until it takes away the life of the host...

If you want to think about it properly, you have to operate to remove this tumor.

But my weak body couldn't handle such a debilitating operation.

There are always those who are far-sighted and think that in this case, the body and bones should be recuperated first before surgery.

But the fact is that the bones in the body have not yet been healed, and the tumors in the body are like the Lantern Festival... full of holes!

"The officials are at peace and don't be impatient!"

Tang Xiong didn't have as many thoughts as Shen Fa and Wang Jiangling. After thinking for a while, he stood up and said, "Let me go to the east gate and take a look first!"

Zhao Hongqiang suppressed the anger in his heart, sternly bowed his hands towards Tang Xiong and said, "Thank you, Lord!"

"It doesn't matter!"

Tang Xiong cupped his fists and returned the salute. He walked out of the imperial study room at a fast pace, took the gun from the Jinwu guard outside the palace door, and jumped up.

Zhao Hong breathed a sigh of relief, turned to glare at Shen Fa and reprimanded: "Look what you have done. You have no idea about the rebellion of the chieftains in the southwest. The five guards of the government have joined forces and you still have a black eye. What use do I need to care about the embroidered guards?" !”

Shen Fa stood up with a look of shame on his face and clasped his palms together: "I am ashamed."

He couldn't argue.

Privately, he did feel mentally and physically exhausted and tired of running for his life.

After the death of the late emperor, the strange situation in the court suddenly became a clear sign. Civil and military officials gathered together to fight against the emperor. Officials such as Wang Jiangling had to continue to implement the New Deal and maintain the New Deal. They only had to deal with the civil and military ministers on the surface. The criticism is already stretched...

As for the three inner court officials, Liu Xian is loyal but useless, and Nangong Feiying is only good at fighting but not wits. He, Shen Fa, is the only one who fights wits and courage against the dark side of the entire court.

He, Shen Fa, is extremely smart, but who in this court is as stupid as a pig?

He really tried his best and even used his own body as bait several times...

Things in the world are too difficult!

Zhao Hong saw that his face was gloomy. Although he was still angry, he couldn't be too harsh... He also knew that Shen Fa had tried his best to become a lonely minister. Even the Marquis of Jiangxia, the Shen family, had already fought against him. Clear boundaries.

Upon seeing this, Wang Jiangling was waiting to talk to Yishou Xinni to ease the relationship between the monarch and his ministers, when he saw Tang Xiong, Duke of Xin who had just gone out, returning with a treasured spear.

Zhao Hong asked in astonishment: "Why did you come back so soon?"

Tang Xiong handed the gun to the Jin Wu guard outside the door and replied with relief: "Gong Lu Ting has already rushed over... He is chasing two to thirty thousand people to kill him!"

"That guy has gone crazy!"