Wang Xiongyan is fifty years old today. According to the algorithm of the Chinese, he has reached the age of knowing destiny. If he is a commoner, he should have sex with his grandchildren at home and started to retire. But in the officialdom, this age is not old, just like Wang Xiongyan. Now, as the magistrate of the Yingtian Prefecture in Nanjing, he is the prefect of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties. It is said that he should be very satisfied when he reaches this level. Unfortunately, the news he just received today was like a bolt from the blue.

"Mr. Xu is defeated. Yang Feng really dares to go to war with Mr. Xu. How dare he do this?"

This afternoon, he was carefully admiring and counting the mirror with one person high and several boxes of silver confiscated from the Yangfeng store in the past two days. At the same time, the bad news of Xu Hongji's defeat suddenly came into his ears. Wang Xiongyan, who was originally admiring the box of silver, felt bad. The silver that was originally extremely cute in his eyes suddenly turned into a bunch of hot potatoes.

Looking at the yamen runner standing in front of him, Wang Xiongyan suppressed the panic in her heart and asked sternly: "Ma Bantu, what you said is the truth? If you dare to deceive me, you should know what the consequences will be?"

Ma Bantou is tall and full of flesh on his face, giving people a bad first impression. This Ma Bantou is the guy who led the team to capture Yang Laishun and his wife the day before yesterday. After hearing Wang Xiongyan's words, he knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Master, even if you have ten courage to deceive the master at night, Mr. Xu returned from defeat, this is what the people in the city see. If you don't believe it, just send someone out to inquire."

Looking at Ma Bantou kneeling on the ground, Wang Xiongyan sat on the chair with a thud, with a look of despair on her face. Originally, before today, he, like everyone, thought that Yang Feng's doomsday had arrived. Xu Hongji, Zhang Weixian and Liao Yongquan and other Nanjing powerful people took action together, it was almost impossible for Yang Feng, a third-rank Jiangning Guard commander, to turn over, and all he had to do was to follow these people and get a bargain.

In fact, let alone Yang Feng, even Donglai Shun Yinlou, supported by Cao Dazhong, was still sealed off by them, and they didn't see Cao Dazhong doing anything. Although Cao Dazhong was the man of Eunuch Wei, even Eunuch Wei still didn't dare to treat Xu Hongji and the others, you should know that these people represent the most noble people in the Ming Dynasty except the royal family, and a group of nobles who can inherit the same relatives as the country.

Although these nobles are very low-key on weekdays and never participate in disputes in the court, this does not mean that they have no energy. On the contrary, after more than two hundred years, they have already woven into a mixed net, with huge private energy. Even the people like Wei Zhongxian dare not offend them easily. So when Wang Xiongyan received Xu Hongji's desire to deal with Donglai Shun Yinlou and Yang Feng, he started without hesitation, and simply didn't even ask for a reason.

Now the boxes of silver in his room were found from several shops opened by Donglaishun Silver House and Yang Feng. Originally, Wang Xiongyan planned to count and leave one of his own and then send most of the silver to the Duke of Wei's mansion. However, before he could send it out, he received the bad news of Xu Hongji's defeat. Now Wang Xiongyan was a little embarrassed. He looked at the piles of silver on the ground, and what was originally so cute in his eyes seemed to have turned into a death talisman.

"Sir, what should we do?" Ma Bantu also obviously knew the seriousness of the matter. After being a poor person in the yamen for so many years, he was naturally not those fledgling rookies. Now that Mr. Xu is defeated, it is hard to say what he will do to the housekeeper before. Sweat beads began to seep out of his forehead.

"What should I do? How do I know?" Wang Xiongyan was so angry that she kicked Ma Bantou on the butt. Although Ma Bantou felt a stinging pain in his butt, she did not dare to make a sound. She still looked at his immediate boss with a begging gaze, hoping that he could come up with a way to settle the matter.

"So..." Wang Xiongyan took a deep breath and was about to speak, but she heard a sound of horse hooves coming from outside. Soon even the ground under her feet was shaking faintly. After hearing the sound of horse hooves, Wang Xiongyan's face changed. He could hear it all at once. These sounds of horse hooves were very dense, and they could not be emitted by a few horses or even dozens of horses, but it seemed like...

Wang Xiongyan murmured a few words on her lips, and suddenly shouted: "It's a brigade of cavalry..."

"Crazy..."

At this moment, a voice came from afar outside the lobby, "Where is the prefect Yingtian? Come out for me quickly!"

Soon, there were waves of wailing sounds outside, and soon several yamen runners rolled in and crawled in. A young yamen runner knelt on the ground and cried and said, "Sir, Ma Bantu, it's not good. There are a group of Qiu Bas coming from outside. They smashed our yamen door. Many brothers were beaten. The leader kept saying that we should release his housekeeper."

"Yang Feng... It's Yang Feng here!" Wang Xiongyan's face turned pale. She just grabbed the housekeeper the day before yesterday, but now she is here to find the place. What should I do? You know, Wang Xiongyan has less than a hundred yamen runners in her hands. She usually smashes hawkers' stalls and frys them. But if she really wants to play with those who are really good at killing people, they are not enough to see them.

Wang Xiongyan suddenly grabbed Ma Bantou's collar, and somehow got the strength to lift him up, and said in a trembling voice: "Hurry... stop them, I... I will immediately go out from the back door and go to the Duke of Wei's mansion to ask for help!"

Ma Bantou said with a sad face: "Sir, the prefect's office must have been surrounded by those Qiu Ba, so we can't get out at all!"

"Ah...what should I do?"

Wang Xiongyan was almost crying and was born. Could this be the legendary June debt that would have to be paid?

Just when Wang Xiongyan was so scared that her feet were weak, there was a heavy and neat footsteps outside. Soon with a loud "crash", the people outside were kicked away. A group of people wrapped in iron armor appeared in front of them. The man in the head was tall and his eyes were particularly cold. He swept the house with a sharp and cold look, and finally locked his eyes on Wang Xiongyan, who was wearing official uniforms and embroidered with Yun Yan on his chest. He strode over, grabbed Wang Xiongyan's collar, lifted up like a chicken, and asked coldly: "Are you Wang Xiongyan, the prefect of Yingtian?"

Wang Xiongyan mustered up the last courage and stammered: "I am the prefect of Yingtian. Who are you? If you dare to treat me like this, aren't you afraid of the king's law?"

"Wang Fa...hahaha..."
Chapter completed!