Ma Xianglin stared at Hu Fang and said: "Eunuch Hu, I will kill everyone in the village who knows about Qiu Wanliang's relationship with the palace and the whereabouts of the silk and satin robbed over the years. Huang Zunsu was robbed here for only a few days and was always heavily handcuffed.
, imprisoned in a stable, not an insider."
Hu Fang snorted: "General Ma, do you think we want to kill him because we are afraid that he will find out the details about Qiu Wanliang? Wrong! Didn't our family just tell you that Huang Zunsu is from the Donglin sect?
of."
Ma Xianglin said coldly: "I am a warrior. I only know how to train soldiers in peacetime and fight in war. I have no interest in the factions of scribes."
Hu Fang thought to herself, after all, he is a Sichuan barbarian, and he is only used as a hunting dog for the imperial concubine and Prince Fu.
He then stopped going deeper into the matter and waved to Ma Xianglin to lead him and Jin Yiwei Tiqi to inspect the yard of Qiu Wanliang and Deli's men to check whether their family members, especially their children, had been slaughtered.
Not long after, the group of people turned back. Hu Fang walked to the bodies of Qiu Wanliang, Xu Aliu and others, bent down to look at them, and said to Ma Xianglin: "After Qiu Wanliang's godfather died, how many people in the capital were going to kill him?"
He, he relied on the arrangement of the imperial concubine and Prince Fu to be able to live freely and happily here. Who knew that he had no good intentions, hid so much goods, and dared to disobey the imperial concubine and take dirty jobs everywhere, completely regardless of the consequences for the imperial concubine if he made new enemies?
Causing trouble with the prince. Those who are ungrateful will end up like this sooner or later."
When Hu Fang said this, he paused intentionally and continued: "But the head of Qiu Wanliang must be chopped off by your general Ma. Because the concubine respects your commanding officer, she also hopes that you can kill the stone chieftain."
The soldiers are brought to a higher level."
Ma Xianglin raised his head and looked directly at Hu Fang: "Eunuch Hu, when I went south at the beginning of the year, I told Concubine Zheng that my mother didn't know about this. She thought that I brought out more than a hundred elite chieftains because the Ministry of War transferred me.
We will serve as an army to suppress bandits in the southeast."
Hu Fang interrupted him without hesitation and said with deep meaning: "Your Majesty does not know much, but you, General Ma, know quite a lot now..."
Ma Xianglin lowered his eyes and looked at the edge of his blood-stained cotton armor.
His mind is as clear as a mirror.
Two years ago, when he left Sichuan for Beijing and searched hard for the whereabouts of his father's enemy, the current Holy Emperor's favorite concubine suddenly sent someone to find him and informed him of Qiu Wanliang's whereabouts.
That day, Ma Xianglin understood that what the imperial concubine wanted to exchange for with an abandoned son was definitely not just the silk and silver quoted by Amber.
The Sichuan army is as brave as the Zhejiang army. The Shidao chieftain soldiers are the best among the Sichuan army.
What the imperial concubine was interested in was Ma Xianglin's identity as the young master of the Shili soldiers.
Seeing that the young man fell into silence again, Hu Fang coughed slightly and managed to squeeze out a somewhat heartfelt tone: "General Ma, your Majesty Madam Qin, is a heroine, but no matter how many battles a heroine has won, she is still a heroine after taking off her military uniform."
Mother. How can any mother in the world stop her son from pursuing a good future? Look at Concubine Zheng’s words to Prince Fu... Oh, let’s not talk about it. You are a smart person. This is what our family will say. Let’s take this burden first.
Take a step forward and return to the capital to resume your duties."
After Hu Fang finished speaking, he turned around and walked to the horse, turning his head to look at Hu Hue, who was standing in the corner with his arms folded: "Miss Hu Hu, do you want to go back with our family?"
"No more trouble, father-in-law, I'll go on my own."
"Don't worry, if you don't like me, then let General Ma protect you..."
Amber responded with silence.
Hu Fang snorted and got on his horse.
"Fishermen, tea-picking women, let's put the fish fat and fragrant tea on the table. Little monks, pretty nuns, lonely men and widows sharing the same bed."
Hu Fang hummed a dirty ditty and walked away.
After they walked away, Ma Xianglin, with a face as deep as water, walked up to Hu Huo and said, "Hu Fang didn't notice anything strange. You can take the child and leave. When you return to the capital, be careful to hide the child. Mr. Mo Jiao Cui will find out."
When Ma Xianglin first arrived at the bandit stronghold, he followed Husband Cui's instructions and met up with Amber, who was also an undercover agent.
A few days ago, Amber Dark Center begged Ma Xianglin to let the two-year-old baby born between himself and Qiu Wanliang live. Ma Xianglin took advantage of the opportunity to leave the village and went to a nearby village to find a child who had died young due to illness, and ordered his trusted aides to replace him.
Hu Hu's baby deceived the eunuch Hu Fang who came to check it out.
At this moment, the young general's tall figure blocked the increasingly dazzling sunlight, as well as the scattered gazes around him.
The protective frost shell on Amber's face suddenly shattered, and her lips trembled slightly.
"Thank you, General Ma, for your great kindness. Hu Huo and Wa'er will never forget it."
"You don't have to keep it in mind, it's just human nature. Amber, you are a mother, and I have a mother too."
…
The loess avenue is filled with smoke and dust.
In the carriage, Zheng Haizhu was knocked to pieces.
Mao Wenlong, a fierce warrior, drove up his carriage as eagerly as if he were charging into battle to kill the enemy, as if there were countless Jurchen heads waiting for him to chop them off.
Zheng Haizhu, a modern person who is accustomed to comfortable transportation such as subways and high-speed trains, traveled to this world and tried to choose inland waterways when traveling long distances, but he couldn't stand the bumps of horse-drawn carriages.
I never thought that this time, my life would not be lost in the gangster's den, but would be lost because of General Mao's poor driving skills.
In the carriage, the young boy Zheng Shoukuan experienced more than ten hours of tension and running. He was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.
Huang Zunsu pursed her lips tightly and tried to remain calm, but her face turned pale.
Han Ximeng had never experienced such torture before. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and felt like vomiting at the sight of it.
Zheng Haizhu thought to himself, one is a civil servant who is unwilling to speak and beg the military commander, and the other is a young lady who is taboo about talking to straight men, so it’s up to me to stand up and complain decisively.
"Hey, General Mao, General Mao, can you drive the car slower?" Zheng Haizhu moved unsteadily to the front of the car, held on to the wooden frame, and shouted loudly at the broad back close at hand.
Mao Wenlong turned his head, but instead of responding to Zheng Haizhu, he looked at the trusted cavalry chasing after him from behind.
The cavalryman made several gestures, and Mao Wenlong raised his arms, whistled repeatedly, and along with the reins, the carriage gradually came to a stop.
Zheng Haizhu seemed to be back in the world again, leaning on the car frame while panting and looking around. However, he saw that the official road was quiet, with wormwood growing on both sides. Occasionally, a flock of birds fluttered out of the grass nest.
The appearance of people.
Huh? No.
Zheng Haizhu suddenly discovered that according to the height of the sun in this season, it should be close to the end of Shenshi time, and the sun should be due west.
The place names in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty are very different from those in later generations. According to Zheng Haizhu's remaining memory of driving on the highway, when he entered Songjiang District of Shanghai from Qiandun Town in later generations, if it was in the evening, the sun would be shining on the passenger seat.
But at this moment, the setting sun was shining on the butt of the carriage.
Zheng Haizhu, who had an excellent sense of direction, immediately became confused - was Mao Wenlong driving towards the mouth of the Yangtze River?
It is obvious that we are far away from Songjiang Fucheng!
Zheng Haizhu felt a chill in her heart, and a feeling of doubt and fear arose.
"Mao, General Mao, have you reached the border of Songjiang Prefecture?"
