The world of the Ming Dynasty during the Hongwu period was not a good place to be scattered. There were officers and soldiers encircled and suppressed them, and there were private armed suppression from various villages and ditches. In addition, the world was gradually becoming stable, and the profession of licking blood on the blade was becoming more and more difficult to survive. I didn’t see the heroes in Zhang Laosan either had a semi-official background or changed careers to become martial artists and disciples to make money. If they were not good, they could only escape overseas and become rootless duckweed.

In this world, people with famous and surnamed Jianghu can only have a ten-finger number, and those who are still quite powerful in the Ming Dynasty are the only hero Ming Ruoli Ming from Riyue Hall.

However, even this famous figure in the Ming Dynasty, his current sphere of influence has been compressed in Yangzhou, which is completely incomparable to the scenery that echoes the world with a bright moon at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Fortunately, the Ming Hero did not seem to take the shrinking of power seriously. Yangzhou is just Yangzhou. It seems that the Ming Hero is quite content to be an uncontrollable local emperor in Yangzhou.

With a huge Jianghu force like Riyuetang in the land, the local governments in Yangzhou naturally did not dare to suppress the Jianghu people very much. Yangzhou has become one of the few sacred places where many Jianghu people gathered in the Ming Dynasty.

There are naturally many people in the martial arts world who are dancing with swords and guns on the street, and there are even more second-rate people who are showing off their power with swords and swords.

Even the public security of Huai'an Prefecture around has become less stable. Although the memorials impeached officials in Yangzhou are not as exaggerated as snowflakes, they are not very rare. However, this Yangzhou may also be a difficult place for the senior officials of the Ming Dynasty. Although the baskets of impeachment are piled up every year, the real case of corruption among officials is nothing more than several cases of corruption by officials.

After a long time, the whole family naturally felt like a mirror. The memorial that impeached Yangzhou became a routine matter. If any censor lacked such a trace of reputation, he would sign the memorial to impeach Yangzhou, and tremble his might in the court. When he went back to the neighboring towns, he would have face here. The common people also raised their fingers and praised the good official.

And the officials from Yangzhou have become dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water. They just need to pretend to be dead and scold them in the court. Anyway, this pot of boiling water cannot be poured on their own body. If you say a few words, you will not die.

Just like that, you are good to me, everyone, or it means that they are shattering each other and calling each other a brother behind their backs, Yangzhou naturally became such a territory that was not in charge. It is no wonder that the third son of the Zhang family was awakened and went to Yangzhou to join the Riyue Hall, and there was still a glimmer of hope of revenge.

I just don't understand. Is this censor named Li not a relative or a friend of him? Is it worth it to risk his whole family being punished for such a person?

Maybe this is the character that will never be lacking in the Ming Dynasty.

Here, the third son of the Zhang family left the items worth three cents at home and went to Yangzhou Riyuetang without mentioning them.

Jiang Baochan's scary carriage was also huddled in the Marquis' Mansion in the next few days and no longer wandered on the streets of Huaiyin City. In private, the people of Huaiyin allegedly said that the Emperor Hongwu learned about Li Yanguan's death and sent the Jinyiwei to arrest people.

Unfortunately, the people in Huaiyin are finally disappointed.

Our eldest son Baochan has been stuck in the mansion these days, not because of the illusory Jinyiwei, who was simply banned by his father and was in a bad mood. He really didn't want to see anyone.

In the warehouse in the backyard, which is called the World Arsenal by those who are interested, Baochan quietly wiped the newly-built sword in his hand, constantly recalling the scene where the tip of the knife pointed at Ma Shisan.

Haha, my brothers for more than ten years are not able to defeat the short-selling benefits my cousin promised. If it weren't for the clever boy Song Zhong, I'm afraid he wouldn't know how long he would be kept in the dark.

It is said that people are the more they think about it, the more angry they are, the more they think about it. They just get into the horns, and their relatives become enemies, and their brothers become enemies.

But as time went by, the aura in my heart gradually dissipated, and the little marquis became more and more worried about Ma Shisan's injury.

After all, this brother can't do it, otherwise he would feel uncomfortable when he sees this. He just didn't know how his injuries were. He didn't know if the elixir he sent to Song Zhong was sent.

As he thought about it, Baochan stared out of the window and started to feel sad. After a while, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips. Then he realized that at some point the blade opened a small wound on his fingertips. Blood had already flowed through half of the blade.

"Jinzhu!" As soon as Baochan called, Jinzhu had already pushed the door in. Seeing that his little marquis had shed so much blood, Jinzhu's heart trembled. He quickly turned around and planned to call Dr. Zhang from the mansion.

"Don't disturb Dr. Zhang. If he sees me hurt, he will inevitably tell me that father again. It will take a few days for the ears to be clean." Baochan never turned his head, but he seemed to know the movements of the golden beads and said casually.

Jin Zhu sighed, took out a box of prepared wound medicine and cut cloth strips from the cabinet beside him, carefully applied the wound medicine for the little marquis and wrapped the wound, and complained: "Little marquis, even if you are afraid that the marquis will worry, you can't hide the injury like this all the time, right? Seeing that the wound medicine prepared by Doctor Zhang is almost gone, Marquis will sooner or later know that you are quietly practicing martial arts. Why bother to keep it hidden?"

"Oh, Jinzhu has grown up and can't wait to take care of my affairs at Young Master." Baochan turned around and smiled.

The sun, which was half of its face, was radiating golden light, shining the woman who had entered the Marquis' Mansion in the past, as if she was a man of heaven. Unexpectedly, the little girl who was following her back climbing trees and touching bird eggs has grown up now.

Baochan was stunned when he saw this, and Jinzhu Hongxia looked dry and her face was dry.

Just as Jin Zhu closed her eyes and was fantasizing about something going on, a cough outside the door of Butler Song woke up the two of them. The two were in a hurry. But they didn't know what to clean up and cover up. They were so confused that they had been in a few blinks. They reacted almost at the same time, and they did nothing.

So Baochan laughed, Jinzhu blushed and spitted, butler Song pushed the door and walked in.

Butler Song, wearing a plain robe and a scholar's scarf, was really like a scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. He looked like a rich man on weekdays and couldn't see him at all, which made people look at him with admiration. When he entered the house, he didn't look at the master and servant. He just bowed his body and raised his hand: "Little Marquis, Master, please go to the front hall to discuss matters."

Baochan waved his hand and agreed to know. Butler Song arched his body and retreated. He took the door with him and stood by the door waiting.

Under Jinzhu's reproachful gaze, Baochan pulled the cloth strip wrapped in his fingers clean. Don't say that this doctor Zhang is worthy of being the guy brought back from the battlefield by his father. The golden sore medicine he equipped with is really effective. It took only a few minutes for the wound to stop bleeding. If you don't look carefully, you will not even see the wound.

He hurriedly lifted his shoes and followed the old boy Song Zhong to the front hall. He said it was strange that Butler Song, who was so attentive in the past, didn't say a word today, and asked him any questions, just to deal with them simply by using the right way. How could this look like on weekdays?

The more Song Zhong was like this, Baochan felt more and more unsure. He should have made no mistakes these days. The only thing that might have committed my father's taboo was to find a few girls who sang music to come to the mansion to relieve his boredom, which was not a big deal. What's more, after the butler Zhou came to spread the meaning, they were all driven out.

As he thought about it, he had already passed through the corridor before he knew it. Baochan raised his eyes and happened to hit his father's blue face. He ran away without thinking.

"Kneel down!"

As soon as the roar came from behind, Baochan knelt down on the other side: "Dad, I was wrong, I never dared to do it again!" While admitting my mistakes loudly, he quietly winked at Song Zhong.

Hey! This guy who got a thousand-sword, I immediately understood what happened to the guy who went to find the old man today. He didn't move a step, and even shook his eyes and kept silent at the little marquis's wink, and looked completely unaware of it.
Chapter completed!