[Bao Qingtian] Why is peace?

Prince Jing was indeed as Bai Yutang had imagined, even though he didn't have a lot of money in his pocket, he still had a lot of ostentation, even more extravagant and flamboyant than in Beijing.

Zhao Qiutang only needs to say a word, he has the intention to please Feng Dakai, the chief police officer of Prince Jing's Mansion, to make a scene. How much the prince is loved.

Sitting in the sedan chair, King Jing saw people kneeling respectfully on both sides of the road from time to time, and was quite satisfied with this, nodding and smiling repeatedly.

Zhao Qiutang, who was riding on a tall horse, whispered to him from the side of the sedan chair from time to time, which made Jing Wang, who had lost his beloved son, feel better, especially when he heard his younger son tell him that they searched for money in just one or two months. After what a huge sum of money came...

"Qiu Tang, tell Dad honestly, how did Qiu Jie die?" Zhao Qiujie didn't die at the hands of mobs, nor did he die on a woman's bed, but when he and Zhao Qiutang had dinner together. Many people in the yamen have seen it, and anyone can spot the strangeness, even the mediocre King Jing.

Although there was some vague speculation in his heart, King Jing still couldn't believe it and was very disturbed.

Zhao Qiutang laughed in a low voice: "Father, my brother was killed by Zhan Zhao. He confronted Zhan Zhao twice, and his opponent was so powerful in martial arts. My brother was seriously injured during the fight. I thought it was not a big deal. When the internal injury broke out, he couldn't hold it..." He sighed, "It's also my fault, I shouldn't let my brother's temper, he was stubborn and didn't want to see a doctor, it would be great if I could hold on for a while .”

Jing Wang's ups and downs temporarily fell back to the original place, but he still had some doubts: "Then... what happened to that prostitute, and how did the good-looking one die?"

Zhao Qiutang sighed again: "It's that woman who insisted on pouring wine for brother, and once the wine got into her throat, it triggered internal injuries on brother... Although the culprit is Zhan Zhao, this woman is also very hateful. I let her go to Huangquan to make amends with her brother."

"Good death! This kind of woman, cramp and peeling is not enough to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" King Jing said viciously, he had completely believed Zhao Qiutang's words.

After all, in the eyes of the old prince, his son is the most perfect and beautiful person in the world, and it is impossible for them to kill each other.

It's others who are wrong, and I never make mistakes.

Looking at the old prince, one can see how the two brothers Zhao Qiujie and Zhao Qiutang were taught.

Zhao Qiutang completely pushed Zhao Qiujie's death to Zhan Zhao, who was also shot while lying down. There was no trace of guilt on his face. Even his sadness was faked. He was like a murder weapon with no heart. The precipitated cold-bloodedness and madness can sometimes even scare the old prince when he sees it.

King Jing may not have noticed the changes in his son, but he is more willing to believe in the most favorable explanation for himself: everything is Zhan Zhao's fault, and eradicating Zhan Zhao is equivalent to eradicating Bao Zheng's right-hand man. He hasn't had time to avenge the [-]-year-old revenge of his two sons!

Believing in his heart that Zhao Qiujie was killed by Zhan Zhao, King Jing couldn't wait to write a sincere memorial, expressing his love for his son to the fullest, and denounced Zhan Zhao, the guard of Kaifeng Mansion, for his murderous deeds. With tears in his eyes, he begged Zhao Zhen to return Jing Wangfu for justice.

He sent someone to send this memorial back to Beijing on the same day. He thought he could wait for His Majesty's imperial decree to remove him from office and demand Zhan Zhao's death, but he never expected that this memorial would not be sent out of the city at all.

"Sure enough, someone from Xuzhou Mansion came out!" The bandit boy who was ambushing outside the city gate excitedly said, "The people in Kaifeng Mansion are really good at predicting things!"

"How about they can enter the Kaifeng mansion? All unjust and unsolved cases can't be solved in Mr. Bao's hands!" Another bandit boy said with admiration.

"Let's inform those adults immediately!" said Little Brother A.

"Okay!" Brother B quickly lit a firework.

The fireworks made almost no sound, and there was only a flash of red light in the air, which did not attract the attention of others.

Little brother A said: "Our mission has also been completed, let's withdraw first."

Younger brother B agreed, put away his bow and arrow, looked at the horse galloping out of the city gate with some regrets, and gave up the plan to shoot the man off the horse.

It's not that he doesn't want that horse, but that their kung fu is not good enough, and they can't shoot people from such a long distance for the time being...

Alas, if only they had martial arts like Zhan Daxia!

Zhan Daxia did not live up to their expectations.Not long after the signal fireworks were lit, Zhan Zhao took a shortcut and caught the person who delivered the letter for King Jing. After living outside the city for a few days, they had already gotten to know the people in the cottage very well, not only figured out the complicated He also knows the rest of the bandit forces like the back of his hand.

After solving the urgent need of Xuzhou's famine, maybe they can easily suppress the bandits.These bandits are not as stealthy as Yan Wushuang. Although they are made up of victims of disasters with poor backgrounds, their actions are extremely vicious. They will not spare even the unarmed ordinary people. , Some people even cook human flesh to eat!

This is not just for food, but more because of the darkness that nourishes people's hearts by being killed, making them completely reduced to immoral demons.

After reading the memorial, the expression on Zhan Zhao's face changed unpredictably. Even though he had never been framed before, this time he looked particularly ridiculous.

The sky can see that when he met Zhao Qiujie twice, he didn't even touch Zhao Qiujie with a finger. Where did Zhao Qiujie get "internal injuries"?Also "died after treatment was ineffective"?

After staying in the Kaifeng mansion for several years, Zhan Zhao deeply realized that these powerful people have no skills, but the ability to turn black and white is very good.

Since this letter fell into their hands, don't even think about sending it out.

As for the messenger, he was taken up the mountain, and together with the good horse coveted by younger brother B for a long time, it became the property of the cottage.

No matter how painful the messenger was, he took over all the dirty work in the cottage, and even his beloved horse was snatched away. He only said that the father and son of King Jing didn't know about it, even if they knew that the Kaifeng Mansion was in Xuzhou City. Nearby, they didn't intend to stop.

The rice released for relief was still mixed with a lot of sand. The people who lined up to receive the rice not only had to spend money to buy these unscrupulous grains, but also had to be beaten severely when they met Zhao Qiutang or the government servants in a bad mood. He didn't stop him, and said: "It's good to give them food. These unruly people dare to be suspicious. If you don't beat them, who will you beat? If you beat them, you will be honest, huh!"

With Jing Wang behind him, Zhao Qiutang's behavior became more and more unscrupulous. He arrested several people who wanted to go to Kaifeng Mansion to file a complaint under the pretext of suppressing the mob. A few stubborn people had already died under his Zijin hammer.

King Jing turned a deaf ear to all this, or didn't take it seriously when he knew it. He squatted in the warehouse every night counting the money until he was so excited that he couldn't sleep, completely forgetting the pain of the tragic death of his eldest son.

After a few days, King Jing, who hadn't been able to sleep well, looked even more "excessively indulgent" than Zhao Qiujie, and his walk was vain.

Pang Yu and the others hid on the mountain, but it wasn't that they didn't know anything about what happened in Xuzhou City. They secretly gathered those people who were dissatisfied with Zhao Qiutang's atrocities and wanted to start an uprising to prevent them from really rebelling. Their Master Bao will definitely handle the imperial envoys impartially, and at the same time buy rice grains from neighboring counties to feed them and appease their emotions.

After all, these people didn't want to rebel, but they were really desperate.The imperial envoys lavished money in disregard of their lives, and they were not allowed to sue. Even Chen Qian, the only magistrate who cared about them, died unexpectedly. The whole family was still hungry. The second way out.

Seeing that among these people there was a boy under ten years old, who was as thin as a bamboo pole, Pang Yu felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

Once upon a time, he was also a member hated by them. He was also ignorant and ignorant, didn't understand the suffering of the people, and only cared about his own enjoyment.

It wasn't until later that the monk of Daxiangguo Temple enlightened him in prison, telling him what is good and what is evil, what the people rely on for survival, and how many lives are related to what he does, that he came to his senses and opened the door. The cloth that covered his eyes accepted his own death calmly from then on.

Only at that time, he was able to face his death calmly, and his father obviously couldn't accept it, which led to the series of tragedies that followed...

His father was beheaded for participating in the treason case, and his sister was thrown into limbo... He didn't want to repeat this ending again!

So Pang Yu worked hard to restrain himself, remembering everything that cannot be done, and never touching the bottom line.He even struggled with Bai Yutang for a long time and was hesitant to take that step.You must know that in his previous life, he died of beauty. If he hadn't loved Jin Yuniang wholeheartedly and wanted her, he wouldn't have ruined his family...

Fortunately, this time he prevented the tragedy from happening in time. Jin Yuniang and her husband had a good life in this life, and she must die.

After wandering around the underworld, Pang Yu found that he was no longer interested in women. When he saw a beauty, he would at most judge it in his heart, but he never had the idea of ​​keeping it for himself. Detached.

The only exception is Bai Yutang.

That desire was much stronger than that for Jin Yuniang, and once made Pang Yu suspect that he was a broken sleeve, but for other men, such as Zhan Zhao or the son of Dali, he was not at all tempted. It can be seen that this desire is only for Bai Yutang Only one person will have it.

Young people's emotions are inherently intense, no matter how much hesitation, Pang Yu can't stop the gradually fermenting feelings, so he simply ignores it, and even has a feeling of "Anyway, I have already been to hell once, and it's okay to do it again." heroic love.

However, it was the first time in his two lifetimes that he fell in love, and Pang Yu was still a bit shy, and he hadn't confessed his love to Bai Yutang for a long time.

Bai Yutang was quite patient about this. Seeing Pang Yu's attitude soften day by day and his eyes warming up gradually, he knew it well.

Although the two are undecided, they seem to be in love, and they can't leave Mengmeng every day, so Zhan Zhaocai entrusts them with the task of gathering rebel victims, lest they wander around in the village every day and blind everyone's eyes.

That young boy who was less than ten years old was mixed among a group of victims who wanted to rebel. His name was Pan Yu. One piece of evidence—the Zhao brothers ordered the Pan family to hand over all the family property within three days, and there was also a big seal belonging to the imperial envoy on it.

When he first arrived in the cottage, Pan Yu had a distrustful attitude towards everyone. He seemed to have forgotten how to smile. Even after eating the first full meal after his family broke down, his eyes were wet and his face was tense. Tight, it makes people feel distressed for no reason.

After getting along for a while, Pan Yu saw Pang Yu and the others defying the power to help the victims every day, and accompanied by the lively girl Wang Suzhen. He was already willing to talk about himself, and the people in Kaifeng Mansion captured Prince Jing's Mansion Pan Yu summoned up the courage to hand over the document to them after receiving the messenger.

"You...you must let that wicked person be executed!" Pan Yu's small face was full of anticipation and determination.

"I promise you, I will never let the bad guys go unpunished." Pang Yu solemnly said to him.

With documents and account books, the physical evidence is complete, and now it is waiting for Mr. Bao to come to Xuzhou to interrogate Zhao Qiutang.

Zhao Qiutang and his son thought that the memorial would bring the soldiers and horses of the imperial court, but unexpectedly, it was Bao Zheng, the prefect of Kaifeng, who came.

Once Mr. Bao came, the people in Kaifeng Mansion didn't have to hide in the cottage, and those refugees also went down the mountain one after another, never mentioning rebellion or not. Anyway, they knew that with Mr. Bao around, their days of suffering It's coming to an end!

This group of people was mighty and mighty, much more lively than King Jing's entering the city, not to mention that the common people followed with sincerity, unlike those who were forced to kneel on the ground to greet them, the joy and joy in the eyes of the common people came from the heart.

This invisibly compares King Jing, and King Jing snorted coldly: "Master Bao, why don't you stay in Kaifeng mansion well, what are you doing in Xuzhou mansion?"

"Dare to ask my lord, does your lord leave the capital privately, does he have His Majesty's will?" Bao Zheng asked rhetorically.

King Jing said with a dark face: "Bold! It's not your turn to ask about this king's affairs."

"My lord, calm down." Bao Zheng looked respectful on his face, but in fact there was no respect in his eyes, "I was ordered by the emperor to patrol the sky on behalf of the heavens, and deal with the case of two imperial envoys, fish and meat villagers, and their lives. I hope the lord will make it easier." .”

Seeing the scene where almost everyone in the Kaifeng Mansion was showing their swords, King Jing knew that even if he didn't want to give this convenience, Bao Zheng would not be polite to him.

He immediately scolded: "Bao Heizi! The matter has not yet been settled, why do you slander the two young princes! Besides, my Qiu Jie died at the hands of Zhan Zhao, the guard of your Kaifeng Mansion!"

"If Zhan Zhao really killed someone, as long as the lord gives the evidence, the government will still take him down without prejudice." Bao Zheng said, "Zhao Qiutang is the suspect in this case, please don't block the door, let people Go in and get the suspect."

"What suspect? This king's son is definitely not a suspect! You don't even want to touch Qiutang!" King Jing refused to move.

"Father, what are you talking about with them? If they want to arrest me, it depends on whether they have the ability." Zhao Qiutang walked out with a dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth, and the purple gold hammer in his hand was coated with a strange light by the sunlight.

"My lord, attacking an official ordered by the court is an extra crime. Are you sure you want to fight us?" Bao Zheng asked.

"I've killed you all, who else will judge me?" Zhao Qiutang laughed as if he had heard something funny, "Besides, you are imperial officials, so am I not? I am an imperial envoy. There is also the purple gold hammer bestowed by the emperor! Seeing the purple gold hammer is like seeing His Majesty, why don’t you kneel down?!”

Bao Zheng stretched out his hand, and someone behind him handed him a sword wrapped in yellow cloth: "This government also has a sword bestowed by Shangfang." So whoever of us is equal.

Zhao Qiutang smiled coldly: "Kill you all, and I can get another Shangfang sword, which is not bad."

"Qiutang..." The old prince was a little worried. Although he knew the great power of the Zijin Hammer, he had also heard of Zhan Zhao's name. There was no one in the entire capital who was more skilled than Zhan Zhao. Bai's is not something to mess with. If the two join forces to deal with their youngest son, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose.

However, Zhao Qiutang waved away King Jing and held his hand. He glanced at Pang Yu, with hatred in his eyes: "Zijin Hammer has never been defeated, I want them all to die without a whole body!"

As he spoke, he took the lead in making the move, swiping the Zijin Hammer forcefully, and sprinkled a burst of flame.

Pang Yu reacted very quickly and dragged Lord Bao to a safe place to watch the battle, while Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang rushed up with a sword and a knife in the other.

Bao Zheng was also a bit worried: "I heard that the Purple Gold Hammer is quite evil, I wonder if Zhan Weiwei and Bai Shaoxia can deal with it..."

"Don't worry, they won't lose in one-on-one, let alone two-on-one?" Pang Yu explained, "Despite the huge momentum of the Zijin Hammer, in fact, it has no other tricks except gunpowder, hidden weapons and poisonous powder." Yes. In the past few days, we have been studying the Zijin Hammer day and night, and we have seen through these three axes."

Only then did Master Bao feel relieved and continued to watch the battle.

The facts are exactly as Pang Yu said, Zhao Qiutang only has those three sharp axes, and he uses them one less time.

However, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang were able to avoid the attacks again and again with their dexterous movements, weakening the danger of the Zijin Hammer and consuming Zhao Qiutang's physical strength, making him more and more irritable.

Zhao Qiutang was so angry that he didn't pay attention to martial arts moves anymore, he only relied on instinct to pounce on the two of them again and again, but his body was sweating more and more, his face was getting redder and redder, but he couldn't even touch the corners of their clothes.

The ground under his feet had been blown up by the gunpowder and there was no good place, and it became more and more difficult to get on his feet. Zhao Qiutang didn't even wait for the gunpowder to run out, so he stepped on a piece of gravel, sprained his foot, and fell to the ground.

Bai Yutang and Zhan Zhao reacted quickly, putting a knife and a sword on Zhao Qiutang's neck respectively.

Bai Yutang even kicked the Zijin Hammer far away, and smiled faintly: "Little Prince, you'd better obediently follow us for a while."