Chapter 113 Framed

When it comes to cursing people, Ding Wenchao and other personal soldiers are naturally much better than Lord Xue. Lord Xue is a gentleman. He is a vulgar and a few words like a martial artist. How can Ding Wenchao and others have many different styles?

From the scolding of the female surname of Lord Xue to the eight generations of ancestors who did not have the same meaning. Ma Cheng felt secretly happy. The verbal urging man was scolded for the rest of his life, and finally tasted the feeling of being scolded. The cycle of heaven was unhappy.

The personal soldiers cursed more vulgarly. Lord Xue couldn't scold him, and the darkness in front of him actually fell from the horse.

The personal soldiers laughed, which was more enjoyable than winning the bloody battle in Guangshun Pass.

Ma Cheng also felt relieved and chuckled: "Reward, each person has ten taels of silver!"

The soldiers laughed strangely and said, "Young Master Xie."

The scholars outside were almost mad, but they were helpless. Even the scolding was much less, so they could not bring shame on themselves. If you scold him, you would be scolded ten times. A group of people outside surrounded Lord Xue and pinched the race and let him go.

Ma Cheng was also a little surprised. Could it be that he was so angry that he had a heart attack and died?

After a while, Master Xue took a breath and said in a weak voice: "Who are you waiting for? Can you tell me that the official's bullet will make you wait for dismissal and investigate!"

Ma Cheng cursed a bitch in his heart, but he only realized that he was talking well. He was really a pretentious bitch. This person was really not easy to resist. The Censor of the City has the right to report straight, and even the Chief Assistant was not good.

Offending him is the so-called King of Hell is easy to mess with, and the little ghost is difficult to deal with, so you should be careful to deal with it.

After pondering for a moment, Ma Cheng still said calmly: "I will open the original regiment training general Ma Cheng, and I will be ordered by the saint to train the new army here. Why did Lord Xue trespass into our new army camp?"

Hundreds of scholars outside were in an uproar, and Lord Xue also looked dark and pondered, as if he was thinking about the authenticity of Ma Cheng's words, which was somewhat credible.

Ma Cheng sneered again, "I am playing with the yin, and I am your ancestor. When dealing with such a difficult little guy, I will put on a big hat and discipline him to not be able to cause trouble."

Lord Xue was still pondering, and some brave ones were already calling: "What kind of soldiers have you trained? Do you have an imperial edict?"

Ma Cheng was furious and said, "Rareless, what are you? The new army was appointed by the Emperor and was organized by the Governor of Ji Liao, Lord Zhou. Where did you come from? You dare to discuss military and national plans!"

The scholar was quite resentful and said with his neck in his arms, "If you say yes, that's right. If you, a vulgar military man, is the commander of the new army, I will be the governor of Liaodong!"

As soon as this statement came out of Macheng, he smiled gloomyly, "I heard it all, this person pretended to be the master of the army, intending to spy on our new army camp."

The personal soldiers on both sides and the three hundred Zhejiang soldiers agreed: "I heard it!"

Ma Chengfang said gloomyly: "Left and right, take this person down. This person should be a detailed work by Jiannu."

There was an uproar outside, and hundreds of scholars collectively shouted and scolded, arrogant and absurd, and this domineering military man deserves to die.

Master Xue's angry beard was raised and he said furiously: "Bastard, you are framed by loyalty!"

Ma Cheng smiled and said, "Is it a frame-up? You'll know if you have suffered eighteen punishments?"

The Zhejiang soldiers had lit the fuse at this time, and the high-level watchtower also opened a strong bow, which scared hundreds of soldiers outside and screamed, and many people turned pale.

The old camp official had a gloomy face, and suddenly pulled out his battle knife and pointed forward: "Enter!"

The camp gate opened wide, and the fifth row of Zhejiang soldiers and gunmen raised their guns to advance. Although their steps were a little messy, they were extraordinary. The black muzzle was getting closer and closer. Soon someone could not withstand the pressure of captivating people and rolled and crawled.

Run away.

Lord Xue obviously didn't expect Ma Cheng to dare to be so arrogant and became crazy: "Damn it, do you want to rebel!"

An arrow suddenly shot from above, shooting Lord Xue off his official hat. He was so scared that Lord Xue fell off his horse and was carried away by the surrounding soldiers who were scattered. Hundreds of people outside were scattered, and the words were spoken wildly.

The scholar turned around and ran away, but an arrow flew from a high place and pierced his right leg to the ground. Several veterans of Zhejiang soldiers flocked over and tied the screaming scholar back to the camp, roughly

Still on the ground, someone secretly kicked him a few times, and the scholar could only vent his anger, but not vent his anger.

Ma Cheng looked at him, and Ding Wenchao went to drag people away, so he could not really beat him to death. If he really beat a scholar with fame and reputation, he would be attacked by scholars all over the world. Even the Ma family would die without a burial.

It's a place, it's okay if you just have one leg broken, but you'll be able to do it before you die.

In front of everyone, Ma Cheng kicked the arrow inserted into his leg a little deeper.

The scholar fainted with a scream and his legs were scrapped, and his career was broken. He had never heard of a cripple man in the country as an official.

The left and right Zhejiang soldiers looked at Ma Cheng with scorching eyes, especially the old camp official was even more respectful, obviously grateful to Shangguan for venting his anger. The evil fire in Ma Cheng's heart also disappeared, and soldiers could die on the battlefield.

, but you can't be insulted by such a bitch, you really feel happy to exert this anger.

In the room, Fang Shihong jumped three feet high, his face turned pale so scared, and he muttered: "It's a disaster, this time it's a disaster."

Ma Cheng sighed while digging his ears. The playboy stayed in the capital sooner or later, and even the prime minister could not protect him.

Whether it is a party struggle or a frame-up, everything has to occupy the word "reason".

The so-called name is not justified, as long as you occupy the word "reason", there will be room for a lot of room for maneuver.

Although what Macheng did today is a bit suspicious of a forgery, it is perfect. He was indeed ordered to train the new army. The two battalions of Zhejiang soldiers were indeed transferred by the Ministry of War. Seven points are true and three points are false.

False, false, false, true, as for whether Miyun is a new army camp, who knows, Ma Cheng said that's it, and Mr. Zhou, the governor of Ji Liao, will not help outsiders.

If you have the ability, you point at the emperor's nose and ask, is the new army camp you have appointed in Miyun?

Besides, the emperor has not been to court for decades, so he has no place to ask.

Ma Cheng picked up the tea and took a sip, smiled strangely, and suddenly realized that he had a very talent for politics. The foreplay had been done enough, and he was just waiting for the show to begin.

In the early morning, people came from the capital.

The person who came was the eunuch of the Sili Supervisor Wei Chao, the military officer Yang Lian, and the commander of the Five City Military Command Qiu Sheng. Seeing that this situation was coming in full force. Ma Cheng saw clearly that the Wei Chao had already been disrupted by the Donglin Party.

When they were together, Yang Lian was a member of the Donglin Party. Suddenly, he felt the pressure on his shoulders became heavier. Yang Lian was quite good-looking and looked like a pure and straightforward minister.

Ma Cheng sneered, will the three officials review it? What a scary gimmick.

Yang Lian stood outside the camp gate with a cold face and said calmly: "Where is Ma Cheng? Come and see me."

Ding Wen held the knife and looked at his seventh-rank official uniform and ridiculed him: "You are a seventh-rank official, you are such a big tone!"

Yang Lian was stunned, even Ma Cheng was ashamed, thinking that this was a scholar who met a soldier, and it was hard to explain it. This seventh-rank Lord Yang is not a small official, but this seventh-rank military department has great power.

It was so scary that it was in charge of the Ministry of War and the Emperor. Even the emperor's imperial edict could be rejected. Such a large official was despised by Ding Wenchao's slander.

Yang Lian stayed for a long time before frowned and said, "I won't tell you, let your adults come out to speak."
Chapter completed!