Chapter 17 Zhang Liang’s plan to cross the wall ladder

The Duke of the Fuguo Mansion is now in a terrible mist. A purple satin carriage was parked under the steps of the black painted wooden door. Dachun's grandfather was trembling and coming out of the mansion surrounded by a group of people. Some women were even crying, but when the old man coughed, the girl rushed to persuade him to go in.

More than twenty white horses were riding like a white whirlwind and swept into the corridor of Duke Fuguo. Ye Zhao and others dismounted one after another. Although they were far apart, the people in front of Duke Fuguo could not help but see them.

Ye Zhao walked over quickly and said loudly from a distance: "Grandpa Jiu, Jing Xiang is kowtowing you!"

Grandpa Dachun is nearly 70 years old, his hair and beard are white, his spirits are still strong, and his eyes are bright. When he is excited, his hands and feet are trembling.

"Brother Jing, are you back?" The old man narrowed his eyes and seemed to recognize Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao took two steps, then knelt down and kowtowed to pay his respects. The old man hurriedly helped him up and said repeatedly, "You can't do it." When Ye Zhao got up, the old man looked him up and down, and said twice: "Brother Jing, you are getting more and more beautiful, and you are getting more and more prosperous as you grow. The old prince has a descendant!" The old prince in his mouth was naturally Prince Zheng's father, Urgong.

"Baby, where are you running!" Dachun wanted to escape, but he could not escape the old man's eyes. He had just turned around and was about to sneak behind, but when he heard his grandfather scolding him, he felt stiff.

"The unpromising thing, the two of you don't grow up together. I told me what you are good about, what are you saying? I can't afford to lose my old face!" The old man knocked on the crutch hard, his face full of regret.

Dachun turned around, drooping his head, and didn't dare to say anything.

Seeing this, Ye Zhao knew something was wrong, so he smiled and said, "Grandpa Jiu, where are you going?"

The old man sighed and shook his head: "Where else can I go? Go to the yamen to throw my old face away. Chun'er, he is not as good as a young man. He was taken over by the yamen. He found out his identity and wanted to send it to the sect's mansion!"

Dachun was stunned when he heard this, and didn't care about being scared. He looked up and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with me? Which yamen is so bold and dares to arrest our family!"

"Bang" the old man gave Dachun a hard beating with a crutch, making Dachun grin.

The old man scolded: "You and you are all prodigal sons. I will be angry with you two sooner or later. You still have the face to ask, get back!"

Chang San, the housekeeper of the Duke's Mansion, whispered to Ye Zhao: "Little Prince, the person arrested by the infantry commander's yamen at noon, just sent a letter to him and sent the second master to the clan mansion to ask for punishment. What can the second master do? He likes to play a role in the opera troupe. Isn't it like this all these years? But I don't know what happened, so I was arrested by the patrol soldiers. I heard that the second master is a yellow belt and wants to send the clan mansion to the clan mansion to be punished."

If you talk about this family, there are all kinds of weird things. Da Chun’s father is not the only one who likes to play actors. It would be fine if he had to dress up in his own mansion, but if he went to the opera troupe to perform in the countryside, the sect’s mansion would probably have their sect’s family cut off if he had to go deep into the opera troupe.

But the problem is that Dachun’s father has only this hobby over the years, and he has not changed the storm and has never taken care of it. Why did he suddenly go to the infantry yamen?

It’s no wonder Chang San was angry when he spoke. Isn’t this obviously bullying the Duke of Fuguo’s Mansion?

Ye Zhao's heart moved, and he knew in a flash that no matter whether the Sixth Prince was instigated by the Sixth Prince, the ultimate goal of the person who did this was to make the Duke of the Fuguo beg for favor in front of the Sixth Prince. Now he was mourning Emperor Xianfeng, the arrangements of the ministers of his life, the title of the Empress Dowager, etc., and so on. The sixth Prince urgently needed the support of the Manchus in the capital. As long as he stood by him now, it would be insignificant if he held a hatred for him in the future.

The older the old man was, the brighter he felt. How could he not know this relationship? He patted Ye Zhao on the shoulder and turned around to get on the carriage.

Ye Zhao frowned, thought for a while, and then shouted: "Grandpa Jiu, I'll do this. This long journey is exhausted, so don't work hard."

The old man stopped and turned around and squinted at Ye Zhao.

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa Jiu, I will definitely bring my second uncle back without any damage!"

With both hands on crutches, the old man stared at Ye Zhao for a long time, and finally nodded slightly, "Brother Jing, then it depends on you!"

Ye Zhao smiled slightly: "Grandpa Jiu, I still can't understand this matter. Do you still have the face to see you again?"

Turning around and leading the personal army onto the horse, the white whirlwind whistled away.

The old man thought about it for a while with a crutch before slowly turning back into the mansion.

The infantry commander's yamen is in the Hard Gate, with red painted copper nail doors, huge plaques with Manchu and Han essays, a pair of stone lions with claws under the steps, and two small schools with swords across the waist, the yamen is majestic and majestic.

As the sound of horse hooves became louder and louder and louder, and the cavalry came like the wind. These junior schools pulled their waists and knives to line up the steps. The official in front of them shouted: "Bold, who is you? Why don't you dismount?"

At the Nine Gate Admiral's Office, Ye Zhao was not as polite as going to the Duke of Fuguo's Mansion. He held the reins but did not get off the horse. He raised his whip and pointed at the officer, and said lazily: "Who is on duty in the yamen today? Tell him that I am here to pick up people, and hand over the second master of Babuba. If you want to punish the crime and send it to the clan's office, we will send it to you. It won't be a small infantry commander's office to interfere with your affairs!"

Ye Zhao entered Beijing, but he wanted to make some noise. Otherwise, the ministers in the capital who depended on the sixth prince would have used the thousands of elite soldiers outside the city of Beijing as decorations.

The messenger heard that he was coming to ask for the second master of Ba, so he looked at Ye Zhao up and down, clasped his fists and said, "You are from the Duke of the Fuguo Mansion, who is it?"

Ye Zhao's nostrils were facing the sky and he didn't speak anymore.

Suna, who followed Ye Zhao, shouted loudly: "Mr. Jing Xiang, the commander of the Third Battalion of the God Cannon, is here. Why don't you roll in quickly and ask you Shangguan to let someone go?"

The officer was startled and did not dare to speak anymore, so he hurried into the yamen courtyard.

About a cup of tea, footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and an official wearing a third-rank military officer's uniform walked out quickly. He was slightly fat, with small eyes and looked smooth.

"Su Si Shen leads Gali Gan to see you!" Gali shook his horse's hooves and hits a thousand.

Ye Zhao said calmly: "Get up, Mr. Ba is the second master, I will take it away now." The Sixth Prince may not have participated in this matter, but if the Nine Gate Admiral Feng Sheng'er had no advice, they would dare to grab the yellow belt at will? Now they send an irrelevant person to deal with him, but they really think that he is easy to fool!

"This, the official can't make the decision!" Gari looked embarrassed.

Ye Zhao said: "Then go find someone who can take charge! Where is Feng Sheng? Ask him to come out to see me!" His words became even more rude.

Gari was startled and said, "The Commander is not here." He felt a sudden strife in his heart. This Jing Shuai was not kind to come. He actually called the Commander's name. The Commander has to deal with him by himself, but how easy is it?

Ye Zhao stared at Gari, which made Gari sweat on her forehead and lowered her head.

Ye Zhao smiled slightly: "Gari, now you go and tell Fengsheng's erection, I'm going to make a decision. Even if the second master of Ba violates the family rules of his ancestors, he won't have to send him a rat to the sect's mansion. We will give it to him myself! Tell him, if you don't let him go, don't blame me for being rude! I want to see when Fengsheng's erection will be in charge of the sect's mansion and see who is in charge of it! If you don't let him go, look here!" Ye Zhao suddenly pointed at the mahogany pillar on the left side of the yamen.

Gari looked over in shock, and suddenly there was a "buzzing" sound, and the earth seemed to be shaking. Gari took a few steps back and looked horrified. However, the twenty white horse warriors shot together in their hands. The wooden pillar was immediately bombarded with wood chips flying across the beams, and dust fell down on the top of the pillar.

Then the white horse warriors all inserted carbines beside their feet and activated their war horses one by one. Soon, in the square in front of the yamen, more than 20 cavalry ran in circles, and then they heard the sound of bang bang bang muskets constantly, but each of the white horse warriors had an extra wheel musket in their hands.

"Bang bang bang" The wooden pillar was shot continuously, and soon the skin was beaten to pieces, revealing the pale wooden heart inside.

The gunshots were endless, but they were shot without any flaws. Almost every shot hit the wooden pillar. In the blink of an eye, the wooden pillar was densely filled with bullet holes.

Gari took a few steps in a row, and was extremely shocked. This was just about twenty gunmen, but it was too terrifying. If there were twenty archers, it would be great if each person could shoot an arrow in such a short time, let alone the power and accuracy.

The knives behind Gali's legs trembled even more, and everyone was frightened.

The speeding circle of white horse guards stopped slowly, gathered beside Ye Zhao, and began to rush the carbine and revolver guns, and the movements were done in one go.

Ye Zhao looked at Gari again and said lightly: "Go and tell Fengsheng that if you don't let anyone go, I will find a way myself."

Gali's heart trembled, Ye Zhao said it easily, but Gali knew that this was true. If he didn't let anyone go, he would be afraid that he would demolish the infantry commander's office every minute. The twenty musketeers were already so terrifying. On the side of the capital, there were thousands of such wolf-like and tiger-like armored soldiers. The 35,000 soldiers under the infantry commander were afraid that they would be vulnerable to the other person, and they were not much worse than those who were muddy with paper.

He used the twenty elites in the flag guards to estimate the combat power of the Divine Cannon Camp, and naturally the more he thought about it, he became more and more terrifying. He didn't dare to say anything anymore, so he ran back to the yamen, tripped on the stone steps, and almost fell down.

Ye Zhao raised the horse whip and just sneered.

This scene fell in Feng Sheng's eyes, holding a teacup in the window of the building, and Feng Sheng's forehead was as heavy as water. Just a quarter of an hour ago, Feng Sheng's heroes outside the city of Beijing had not seen any threats as before. It was not that they underestimated their combat power, but that Feng Sheng's thought that the possibility of Jing Ge'er mobilizing troops to directly conflict with the imperial guards in the capital was almost zero.

But now, Feng Sheng'er knew that this brother Jing was really brave. If he got angry, he was afraid that he could do anything, especially the current situation in the capital was undercurrents, so he could not give him an excuse to provoke trouble. But this second master of Ba had to let go.

But this face is really a shame.
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