Only then did Zhao Yuanhua understand that the Duke's determination was far greater than his, and he did not leave any room for maneuver. Since this was the case, why should he hide his sharp sword?

Zhao Yuanhua glanced at him and signaled his subordinates to come forward and called the door. A general of the Fire Camp with complete armor next to him slapped him forward and shouted angrily: "The Shandong Governor will open the door of the mansion when handling the case."

Kong Xingxie, who was guarding the mansion, was the prince of the Confucius Mansion. After hearing this scolding, he was furious. When he saw that the soldiers around him were all timid, he became even more anxious. Confucius talked about etiquette, music, shooting, imprisonment, books, and counting. His descendants would also have some fur. Kong Xingxie pulled out the bow and arrows from his waist and shot them under the city.

The general who was calling the door was an elite soldier of a hundred battles. He held a spear and pushed the arrows away with a tweak. Zhao Yuanhua's eyes lit up in the distance and said, "The Confucius Mansion resisted the heavenly soldiers and shot our military generals to help the Qing court block our northern expedition plan. The soldiers, let's go in!"

The moment the sound of the trumpet sounded, the entire Kong Mansion was shrouded in the desolate and majestic horn sound. The artillery bombarded the soldiers and charged. In less than half a stick of incense, the Yansheng Gong Mansion had all fallen.

Kong Yinzhi did not tie his hands behind his back and escorted him to Zhao Yuanhua with arrogance on his face that should not belong to him. Seeing the sign of the Shandong Governor, Kong Yinzhi sneered and suddenly cursed: "You're done, just a Shandong Governor dares to bombard the gate of our Yansheng Gong Mansion. You can wait and lose your head."

Zhao Yuanhua said coldly: "I thought the so-called Yan Shenggong was at least a well-read poet and bookish person. It turned out to be this kind of guy."

The generals around him burst into laughter, and Kong Yinzhi was a little scared. His eyes rolled and said, "After I am a saint, no matter which dynasty or generation, I am highly respected. If you let me go now, I will pretend that nothing has happened. Otherwise, if you see your boss in the future, I am afraid that he will not spare you easily."

Kong Yinzhi knew in his heart that his greatest capital was scholars all over the world. Civil officials needed a statue of gods to stand here to fool the people.

Zhao Yuanhua smiled and said, "You probably don't know yet. I came to punish you for your crime of treason for collusion with the enemy and treason." After saying that, he used a sword to lift the rat-tail braid on his head and mocked him: "Have your saint ancestors taught you to comb such braids?"

When the three-day ultimatum was issued, Kong Yinzhi received a crime, full of impulses of villagers. Who knew that as soon as he came up today, he was involved in the crime of collusion with enemies and treason. Moreover, he did go to Beijing in person to meet the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and was also quite generous. Fortunately, Kong Yinzhi was thick-skinned and insisted on calming down and defended: "I was to protect the people of Qufu, otherwise they would massacre the city."

Zhao Yuanhua cut off his braid with a sword, and the tip of the knife also drew a blood mark on his pampered face. He said to his subordinates around him: "Remember it, he admitted that he had treasoned with the enemy and treasoned, and he also argued that it was to protect the people."

Kong Yinzhi was furious. His long-term life of self-righteousness made him lose the ability to control his temper. Especially when facing the Han people, he had a sense of superiority and always felt that all Han people were shorter than him. The angry Kong Yinzhi scolded: "Wait, when I see Hou Xuanyan, you will know whether he dares to touch me. If you can't cure him, it's okay to cure one of his dogs, so just wait for death."

Kong Yinzhi was tied up with his hands, jumped his feet and cursed, and his saliva was splashing everywhere. He looked like a shrew in the mountains. Zhao Yuanhua's last awe of the "saint" in his heart was gone, and he laughed and said, "You are afraid you don't know much about Duke Yue. Our Duke just sent an order to me... kill your whole family."

Kong Yinzhi was stunned for a moment, then looked around and found that everyone was looking at him with contempt and ridiculous eyes. He suddenly felt shivering in his heart and trembling.

"Why, our Yansheng Gong is scared?" Zhao Yuanhua's smile was cruel. There were no more than 1,000 children from Jiangnan who died under him. Aside from the so-called descendants of the saints, Kong Yinzhi was an absolute weak man in front of Zhao Yuanhua. He was more than enough to kill dozens of Kong Yinzhi alone.

Seeing Kong Yinzhi, who was arrogant and slumped on the ground, with a wet and hot yellow liquid flowing out between his legs, Zhao Yuanhua suddenly burst into laughter happily, feeling that decades of thrilling life were not as good as today. What kind of saints and family backgrounds were all nonsense. Or the Duke's far-sighted vision, Zhao Yuanhua admired him at this time. He was not as good as the Jiading scholar who was a scholar who studied the Four Books and Five Classics for twenty years.

After laughing, Chen Pengjie, the young general sent by the Liehuo Camp, asked: "Governor Zhao, how to deal with this person?"

"The whole family is detained, waiting for the Duke to decide."

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It was dark and dark under a heavy rain. In the pavilion near the sea in Penglai Pavilion in Dengzhou Prefecture, curtains falling around blocking raindrops.

The air was mixed with water vapor, and the wind and waves were beating against the reefs on the shore. Hou Xuanyan held an account book and was full of surprises.

After Qianlong's death, Jiaqing killed Heshen. It is said that the national treasury was sufficient in an instant, so the common saying that Heshen fell and Jiaqing was full. Now Hou Xuanyan also experienced this feeling. The Confucius Mansion is so rich.

The Confucius Mansion is like a Pixiu that has been eaten for a thousand years. They basically have no big expenses. After accumulating over the years, their wealth has reached a terrifying level.

From yesterday to now, the account book has only less than half counted, and a thick stack has been written. Dozens of trucks of gold, silver and soft, and four rice warehouses piled up like mountains, southeast, west and northeast. No one would have thought that this was in Shandong that suffered a long disaster. People who starved to death on the road could form several small countries, but there were mountain-like grain here.

Hou Xuanyan sat on the stool sideways, flipping through the account book page by page. Lee Haoxian stood behind him and half bent down to peek, with a happy face.

"Master, let's post it now!"

"Hehe, hehe."

"Master, how do you spend this money?"

"Hehe, hehe."

"Master, Master..."

Hou Xuanyan vaguely heard someone calling him. When he looked back, he saw that it was Lee Haoxian, put the account book together and put it in his arms, and asked, "Hmm? What's the matter."

Li Haoxian was amused and cried, and said embarrassedly: "Master General, when I attacked Shandong and Huai'an, I promised a great reward to my brothers, and I really hoped to break the warehousing of the prefectures and counties to send reward silver to everyone. Who knew that Shandong was so poor that I was so poor that I still owe the military merits that the soldiers used their lives to fight for. "

Hou Xuanyan turned his head, looked at him, and asked, "Then you have to do it, see what I do, it's not what I promised."

Li Haoxian stared at Hou Xuanyan's chest and scratched his head and smiled. He saw with his own eyes that Hou Xuanyan had just put the account book in, and there were amazing numbers on it. Just taking out a little of it would be enough for him to reward the army.

Hou Xuan tightened his clothes and said, "Since you have made a promise to Haikou, you will give me a silver reward for those who have made contributions. We cannot let the heroes bleed or cry. But my gloves are not enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, a lightning flashed through the sky in the heavy rain, and the rain became even louder. After a while, the thunder was deafening.

Hou Xuanyan cursed in a low voice, and then said loudly: "I will give you at most 500,000 taels of silver. I will use the rest to build the Denglai Naval Master. I just need money. The Kong family is really good."

Lee Haoxian was overjoyed and thought to himself that after he went back, he would go to the Thunder Temple to burn incense and kneel down.

A thunder brought 500,000 taels from Hou Bapi. At this time, Li Haoxian wanted to change his name to Li Lei.

Hou Xuanyan stood up and looked at the heavy rain outside. He thought that this time the house search was a material harvest. I would go there another day and find places with many people, chop their heads, liberate the people's thoughts, and catch them with spiritual and material things.

Thinking of this, Hou Xuanyan stumbled his lips and muttered: "The Kong family is really good."

The Confucianism is an important part of unraveling the wisdom of the people. It cannot be established without destruction. Even if it is accompanied by violent storms, Hou Xuanyan has no fear at all.

That era when a single statue of god can possess countless privileges and can be eliminated.
Chapter completed!