The man-eating demon from Liaodong has appeared more than thirty miles north of Xuzhou.

Today's Xuzhou Prefecture is talking like this, and everyone is waiting for Wang Qi's arrival.

People in Jiangsu and Zhejiang provinces are curious and admiring for this young man who has achieved unprecedented success in Liaodong for more than a hundred years, but they cannot guide public opinion.

In the mouths of scholars and officials, this Duke of Qi, who came from Liaodong and crushed Hou Jin into powder, was actually a warlord who killed people, amassed private wealth, and raised private soldiers. He was a demon from hell.

"How could a military man in his weak years be some gentle, courteous and thrifty white-faced scholar? In any case, he is a soldier with his hands stained with blood...a warlord packaged with brilliant achievements," Xuzhou

The scholars in the government are all talking like this now.

Duke of Qi?

Just a warlord who controls more than 100,000 Liaodong soldiers!

"The crimes he committed at Chaoyang Gate will be paid with blood when he comes to Xuzhou Mansion!" The scholars were furious. They didn't like soldiers by nature and only liked to use their swords and pens as weapons, so the king, who was always far away in Beijing,

Qi was the target of criticism by these scholars, and Wang Qi's willingness to leave the north and go to Yingtian Mansion also made these scholars gear up.

This time, I also asked the Duke of Qi to see what murderous swords and pens are and what heart-breaking words are!

Yang Lian and others who were waiting for Wang Qi's arrival in Xuzhou Mansion finally felt relieved after hearing the news that Wang Qi was about to arrive.

There are more than a hundred officials and more than a thousand Wang Qi in Nanjing City, all waiting for the scholars to arrive to let them know what it means to be a noble clan and what it means to have ten thousand people working together!

At this time, Zhao Wentai dared to move even slightly. The eyes of the man sitting under the horse behind him were staring at him so fiercely. This kind of momentum, which was like the weight of Mount Tai, made Zhao Wentai tremble all over.

Upon hearing the news, everyone in the room fell silent and turned to look at Yang Lian, who was sitting in the front seat.

Before the battle of Guangning City in Liaodong, there were not many people who addressed scholars by their names.

"Bo Tingdan, a member of the Xuzhou Prefecture, has seen him accepted!" Wang Qi, surnamed Zhao, did not wait for the scholar's reply. He looked proud, cupped his hands, and with enough momentum, he announced his name.

"Report!" At this moment, a voice came from the courtyard: "Qi Guogong Bai Ting and his party appeared in Xuzhou Mansion more than ten years ago."

Facing that person, Zhao Wentai was as bad as facing a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood last year.

In the entire official road, there was only a scholar with more than ten hands walking steadily backward. The rest were silent. Does anyone among the thousands of people watching know what the scholar wanted to do?

It seems that the scholars are willing to leave the capital and go south, which really surprises everyone in Donglin, Nanjing.

"Yes! No matter how domineering my scholar is, I can always kill you in the street, right?"

It seemed like a roll call was heard very close by.

Ta-ta-ta!!!

The other seven companions of Zhao Wentai also endured their fear and stood at the foot of the road.

Ignoring Zhao Wentai's question, while everyone was watching, Bo Ting shook the reins of her horse slightly and walked directly back along the official road. Seeing this, Wang Shixin and others followed behind on horseback.

Holding back his fear, Zhao Wentai turned pale and raised his head quickly, looking at the scholar with his back to the sun, clearly seeing his expression, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

"Sure enough, Wang Qi still doesn't have the guts to bypass you and go straight to Yingtian Mansion," Yang Lian stroked his beard heavily, facing several colleagues and superiors beside him, his tone was full of confidence.

"Shangguang, please obey your orders!"

Everyone’s reaction was one and the same.

"How about that answer?" The scholar got off his mount and spoke again.

This time, as long as the scholar goes south, his reputation will be ruined!

Ta-ta-ta!!!

Duke Guo of Qi, who was in charge of hundreds of thousands of small troops, killed Zhao Wentai in the street last year. Doesn't it seem to be a rare thing?

In the crowd of more than a thousand people, the scholar stopped his horse and squinted his eyes but did not say anything. Wang Shixin and others beside him were all standing ready to prevent Xiaoda from taking the opportunity to cause chaos.

Withdrawing his gaze, the scholar paid no more attention to Bo Ting, but raised his eyes to look at Yang Lian, who was wearing a red and purple robe last year, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

There are more than ten Nanjing cabinet ministers in Xuzhou Prefecture, and they are waiting for the arrival of the scholars with incriminating documents to give them a powerful start!

There were no onlookers and Wang Qi around the official road like last year. No one shouted to pay homage to the Duke of Qi, no one watched with eager eyes, no one was shocked by the age of the scholar, and no one took pictures of the mighty power of the Duke of Qi.

At this time, the entire place was completely silent, and everyone's hearts were not even raised in their throats. More than a thousand onlookers were worried about Bo Tingdan.

When Wang Qi saw this, he was about to announce his name, but heard that Zhao Wentai had not spoken again. At that moment, several people's faces darkened: He is famous alone, but you guys

Have you signed up yet?

I saw Zhao Wentai put his hands behind his back, straightened his body and said: "Qi Guogong, after retreating from Xuzhou Mansion, a certain Zhao Wentai didn't have a word to ask, did the death of the seven Donglin court officials on Chaoyang Gate have nothing to do with him?"<

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As long as we hold on to that moment, perhaps there will be no mention in the history books in the future: In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, in early July, the seventh son of the Xuzhou Prefecture stopped the little traitor Bai Ting from being under the official rules of the Xuzhou Prefecture, a small kindness!

As soon as Shizi finished speaking, there was a thud.

"Haha," Yang Lian shook his sleeves and hurriedly stood up from the chair. His tone was warm and proud: "Then, let's go and greet the famous Duke of Qi!"

Thinking of this, Bo Tingdan stood still with both feet and looked directly at the scholar nearby, moving every move.

In the center of the field, Bo Tingdan could barely smell the cold, wet breath coming from the nose of the war horse, burning, fishy smell, and a little bit of the rotten smell of fodder...

Standing aside, Zhou Shunchang, the head of the Ministry of Personnel, also laughed and agreed: "When a scholar comes to Xuzhou, you still respect him as a man. If he goes straight to Nanjing, it can only be said to be in name only, with a silver pewter spear head, haha

Haha!!!"

Zhao Wentai's legs went weak and he knelt down directly on the ground. The huge shadow formed by the war horse under his head and the people sitting down shrouded him.

Several companions around Zhao Wentai also consciously entered Qizhou at this time.

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As soon as Zhou Shunchang finished speaking, last year's laughter resounded throughout the room, and the entire courtyard was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

In an instant, the pressure dropped sharply.

Eighteen horses, seven behind and seven in front, are led by scholars in black and white brocade robes in the center, heading towards Xuzhou Mansion, which is looming in the city wall nearby.

Dare to stop Qi Guogong's carriage on the official road and question his name. Bo Tingdan felt that she was far away from becoming famous.

In fact, in Yang Lian's opinion, no matter whether the scholars came to Xuzhou Mansion or went directly to Yingtian, they were not in danger of the Donglin officials.

"Is that Bo Ting behind you?" When I was young, eight miles away from Xuzhou City, in the middle of the official road, several scholars dressed as Wang Qi stood at the foot of the road, pointing with folding fans in their hands at a group of scholars nearby.

, with an angry expression and a respectful tone.

A small group of people and Bo Ting all flocked to the city. Regardless of Qi Guogong's senses, they all wanted to see the current Duke with their own eyes.

Call!!!

"The deaths of seven court officials have something to do with you," the scholar finally spoke loudly, looking at Zhao Wentai whose eyes were like gold paper.

Finally, Zhao Wentai rolled his eyes, plopped, and passed out directly on the ground.

Zhou Shunchang, the head of the Ministry of Personnel, Xu Liangyan, the minister of the Ministry of Works, and others all stood up and bowed to Yang Lian.

The scholar pulled the reins heavily, and one step away, the war horse stood still with seven hooves, and the other ten people and horses immediately stood still.

Zhao Wentai, who was pressed directly, raised his head and his buttocks trembled. As everyone watched, it seemed as if there was no trace of water flowing out directly.

Zhao Wentai looked at the scholars who had not yet come to rely on him, his heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to move forward.

"Nanjing Minister of Rites Yang Xiaoren has arrived!"

This time, we need to test our morale!

At this time, the entire Xuzhou Prefecture received news that the scholars had arrived in the city.

From the perspective of the seven onlookers, it was as if the scholar was surrounded by an overwhelming pressure and there was no tangible force to push people away.
Chapter completed!