Ma Cheng walked over and covered the bloody grass on the ground with soil, helped up the lost Fang Shihong and stuffed it into the carriage.

Looking at the slowly approaching Chengwei Horse Team, Ma Cheng shouted in a low voice: "Retreat, Wenchao cut off the rear!"

All the personal soldiers under their command were elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and they were in an orderly manner. Half of them were separated to force the trembling coachman with their crossbows. The convoy turned to return to Miyun Villa on the spot, while the other half rode their horses in a row to break the back. The city was in line. The guards and horses seemed unwilling to be troublesome, but they followed from afar. Ma Cheng could only let them follow. More than ten carriages were walking in a row and slowly heading towards Miyun.

It was only when it was dark that it arrived in Miyun. Ma Cheng's heart moved and did not go to Qingliang Valley, but turned to Zhejiang Bing Camp.

There are still three hundred old and weak in the Zhejiang soldiers camp. Although they are old and weak, they are also Zhejiang soldiers who once dominated the world.

The Travels and Journey to the Journey Leads the horse team to Jizhou. The largest official in this battalion was a battalion official in his fifties, so he did not dare to stop his chief general.

At night, the brightly lit central army camp.

Ma Cheng strode into the Central Army camp, looking around the clean and tidy environment, and admired in his heart that Qi Shuai is indeed an unfamiliar general and is very strict in governing the army. This Central Army camp must be cleaned every day, which shows that Zhejiang soldiers are facing each other. Qi Shuai's infinite remembrance is filled with grief and anger in his heart, and cannot be described.

Without waiting for the order, Ding Wenchao ordered Zhejiang soldiers to guard the camp gate.

The three hundred old and weak Zhejiang soldiers didn't know how long it took to the formation, but they were still well-trained. Some climbed the watchtower, some brought out the muskets and powder to distribute them, and soon lined up in five rows at the camp gate.

The old camp official seemed to have regained his former heroic spirit and shouted: "Sit down!"

Five horizontal lines sat down with muskets in their arms, and they could get up to catch the enemy with just a command from the general. Ma Cheng secretly praised in his heart, and could think of the mighty power of the Zhejiang soldiers at that time. It was a sense of honor. For the Qi family's sense of honor, an army with a strong sense of honor, no wonder it is invincible in the world.

Late at night, Miyun Camp.

The servants of the Fang Mansion were tied up and their hands were detained. The maids were all sitting on the ground in a daze. Someone was secretly sobbing. Unfortunately, the personal soldiers of Macheng were unmoved and their scolding became more and more rude, which scared the sob maids. He didn't dare to say anything anymore. When Macheng recalled it, he felt suspicious. Even his own war horses were castrated geldings, so why did an uncastrated stallion mixed in the Fang Mansion convoy and just happened to be ridden by Chenxiang?

Stallions that have never been castrated are very irritable and are easily frightened, which is well-known common sense.

After a moment of thinking, this may not be aimed at Chenxiang. Chenxiang just happened to be riding a horse, so the evil man took the opportunity to lead her a strong stallion. Suddenly he realized that this must have been planned for a long time, and that dark horse is bound to be It would be frightened. Whether it was agarwood that was killed or ordinary people in the capital, it was a big wave. The prime minister’s son openly rode his horse in the capital and even killed someone, but it was a major event that caused a sensation in the government and the people.

Party struggle, Ma Cheng understood that he was finally inevitably trapped in party struggle. The nameless fire rose in his heart, and the party struggle made the party struggle. Why did these vulgar methods make? What was the guilt of the poor innocent woman in Chenxiang? What was the guilt of innocent people? The nameless fire in his heart Sheng Teng pulled out the knife suddenly, slashed the table with one knife, and then pressed down the evil fire.

Min Yue Yingxue was shocked by him, and the two pairs of concerned wits looked over.

Ma Cheng pressed the evil spirit in his heart and told her to go back to the room to rest. Minyue was surprisingly well-behaved and left with Yingxue, without any will.

Ma Cheng thought about it and entered Fang Shihong's room, frowned and comforted: "Brother Fang, I feel sorry for you."

Fang Shihong was still in a state of dismay. Ma Cheng was in a fit of anger and found a bucket of cold water outside, pouring his head down, which made Fang Shihong wake up suddenly.

Fang Shihong, who was soaked all over, jumped up and shouted: "Brother Ma, something is wrong!"

Ma Cheng had no choice but to ask him to pick people. He first chose two confidant maids to serve him to change into clean clothes. After a while, he picked out two maids with all their personalities. They were both loyal and loyal, and they were still on weekdays.

Those who could not contact outsiders were much calmer with the comfort of two maids.

The passionate seed even pleaded with mercy: "Brother Ma, most of my maids are innocent people. If you ask Brother Ma to be kind, you don't have to be locked up."

Ma Cheng's face was gloomy and he didn't answer, and Fang Shihong didn't dare to say more. This was not the time to be soft-hearted.

Two maids ordered to help Fang Shihong back to the inner room, pressed his sword and walked out of the door, looking at the stars in the sky, it was destined to be no longer calm tonight. From the day Li Rubai committed suicide at home, Ma Cheng knew that the public opinion of the Ming Dynasty could be done.

If you kill someone, you can only go back to Kaiyuan and be the owner of the manor for the rest of your life. The key is tonight, you must not be able to take it, and don’t even give me the chance to spread rumors and cause trouble.

Ma Cheng was extremely vigilant about these innocent officials of the Wanli Dynasty. All he could believe was the knife in his hand.

Half an hour later, there was indeed a large group of people blocking the camp gate.

A majestic man rode on his horse and shouted at the camp gate: "I am Xue Zhen, the commander of the city patrol, come to capture the murderer and open the camp gate!"

Looking outside, the imperial envoy stood behind him with dark people. In addition to the patrol soldiers, there were many scholars. Most of them were excited and shouting from time to time, yelling that the Prime Minister's son had committed the law and committed the same crime as the people.

The son of Fu abused a weak woman and killed him, and his crime was unforgivable. This was to fabricate the crime. He was obviously framed and died of falling off a horse, but he wanted to make Fang Shihong abused him.

The party struggle has become so fierce that it is already useless measures. It can be seen that Ma Cheng's prudence is not redundant, but saves his life.

Hundreds of people raised their heads and attacked them, but even Fang Shihong had a hundred mouths and couldn't explain it. After all, it was a human life, and the weak woman was lying inside.

Until someone shouted: "Fang Congzhe, the son of Fang, is not worthy of being the minister!"

Ma Cheng squinted his eyes and sneered, "It's been revealed. He has been planning for a long time, and he can't help but be too impatient. If it were other military camps, the generals would probably not dare to provoke a commander in the city. What's the reason?

This is the Zhejiang soldiers' camp. The three hundred Zhejiang soldiers had already stood up with guns in their arms and stood on the spot. They would never move without the commander's military order.

Lord Xue looked at the gunman in the fifth row and his nose was crooked: "Open the door, can you rebel? I will hand over the murderer!"

The old camp official said coldly: "This is the Zhejiang Army camp, where are the criminals? Let's take a step forward to judge the rebellion and kill them!"

Outside, Master Xue vomited blood in anger and cursed: "Where are you, a vulgar martial artist? Open the door, let me tell you this cheap man, go to the prison and try eighteen punishments!"

All the three hundred old and weak Zhejiang soldiers were angry and held the gun tightly, but remained silent.

But the personal soldiers under Ma Cheng could not hold back. Ding Wenchao was a domineering person and cursed on the spot: "Enter your mother, the old thief whom do you call him a lowly man!"

The other personal soldiers also started to curse: "I'll hit your mother's butt, and the thief shot out from the donkey and cow!"
Chapter completed!