Ma Jiajun's brothers either ended up or subdued Zhu Qianyu's men.
After Ma Biao searched Zhu Qianyu and others, he tied them all up.
Zheng Haizhu walked up to Zhu Qianyu who was lying on the ground.
This self-proclaimed descendant of Jianwen looks much more embarrassed than when he was playing the piano in a restaurant.
But there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if it was Zheng Haizhu who was trapped, not himself.
Zheng Haizhu stared at him: "Mr. Xu, the words used in the family tree set by Grandfather Taizu for Prince Yiwen are, 'Yunwen follows the instructions of the ancestors, the emperor Qinwu wins, the road is auspicious, and the teacher is good and makes good use of it'. You are Which generation? Which character is followed by Zhu? Is the word 'shun' used?"
The painful expression on the corner of Zhu Qianyu's mouth when he was first injured by the arrow has faded away, and his voice did not tremble when he spoke: "None of them. Overseas orphans are like phoenixes nirvana, and they have their own world."
Zheng Haizhu really couldn't contain his anger: "You are a bullshit phoenix! People who want to burn innocent people to death if they don't succeed are just wolves and poisonous snakes in the form of snakes."
Zhu Qianyu sneered and snorted a few times, and then looked at the haggard-looking but piercing-eyed woman in front of him like he was tasting his own piano: "That's right, of course Gu is not a phoenix, Gu is a dragon. You could have been Gu's phoenix, but... I want to be a guard dog lying next to the chicken coop."
"Zheng Yatou, Ah Zhu," Liu Shimin on the side said anxiously, fearing that Zhu Qianyu would anger Zheng Haizhu, "Holy Lord, he is indeed the emperor Taizu, and he has the same blood lineage as ours. Don't do anything unwise. Send us to the imperial palace."
Zhu Qianyu, however, refused to give up. He moved his knees and leaned in front of Zheng Haizhu, who was leaning over, and said word by word: "Little eagle dog, you are holding the authentic Zhu family imperial lineage with the jade seal passed down from the country. Do you know where you are?" Are we of the same lineage? Zheng Qia, the number one loyal minister who assisted Jianwen on his southern tour, are you surprised that you are a descendant of the Zheng family?"
Zheng Haizhu stared at Zhu Qianyu, his pupils obviously shrinking, but his gaze did not deviate.
But in her heart, it was like a sudden surge, hitting the rocks hard, the waves rising, and the scattering was worse than the downpour.
Zheng Cha?!
Unexpectedly, the owner of his soul has such a family background.
Zheng family, Fujian, Miao Atai who murmured "Give me back my country" in front of the Yuewu Temple in Sheshan, the strange ancient tomb discovered in Jinbei on Ningde in later generations... the details of the complete story were connected in her mind. .
Her mind was racing.
Of course it has nothing to do with blood pulses or gene awakening.
She just wanted to make a decision in a brief moment.
Zhu Qianyu thought that the woman was touched by his words, and he couldn't help but said proudly: "Little Eagle Dog, your father and brother have never told you? You don't know? It doesn't matter, now not only you know, Zhu Changluo will also know that I have already passed away yesterday." Ask someone to write this matter down in black and white, and both the censors from Fang Congzhe and Donglin will receive it. Yeah..."
Everyone was shocked as Zhu Qianyu suddenly burst out in agony at the end.
But he saw that the sharp chisel held by Zheng Haizhu's right hand had been inserted into the left side of Zhu Qianyu's chest, and blood immediately spurted out.
Zheng Haizhu slightly shortened the distance between him and Zhu Qianyu, stared into his eyes and said: "Mr. Xu, be reincarnated as a good person. If you lend me your money, I will donate it to the Liaodong Army."
Zhu Qianyu was like a fish out of water, panting hard. Within a dozen breaths, he was still aware of the strange feeling of the heat of blood warming his chest amidst the severe pain in his heart.
But soon, the face in front of him began to blur.
How dare this woman? How dare she kill me right now!
What would Zhu Changluo and the courtiers think of her? How stupid she is!
Zhu Qianyu's thoughts soon wandered and scattered following these two sentences of extremely unwilling questioning.
The last picture in his mind was just an island in a chaotic sea...
"Girl Zheng, you! You..." Liu Shimin was shocked and angry when he saw that Zhu Qianyu was dead for a moment. He said "you" to Zheng Haizhu for a long time, but could not say anything else.
Zheng Haizhu also looked at him and said calmly: "Eunuch Liu, if I were like this Jianwen descendant, I would blame this and that other virtuous ministers and generals as people who helped me in my affairs. "
Liu Shimin was speechless, but he understood in an instant.
This girl didn't suddenly take action because she was provoked.
Ma Biao, who was nearby, stepped up in a few steps and stared at Zhu Qianyu's chest, with uncontrollable astonishment in his eyes.
Zheng Haizhu pulled out the chisel from Zhu Qianju's chest, tore off a small piece of Zhu Qianju's robe sleeve, wrapped the chisel, and handed it to Ma Biao.
"Brother Ma, this is your young master's belongings. In the end, it was this chisel that took this man's life. Let's just say it's revenge for Ma Xuanfu."
Ma Biao is a thoughtful person. Although he heard the conversation between Zheng Haizhu and Liu Shimin, he still thought about it for the reason of Lingji. If Zhu Qianju was really sent to the emperor alive, he was afraid that his life would indeed be spared. General Qin and the young master The hatred of the Lord has become a nightmare that cannot be shaken off.
Ma Biao took the chisel and said in a sincere tone: "Madam, I have great righteousness, but I have little respect for you."
At this time, Liu Qiao also led a team to defeat nearby enemies and came to the ruins.
Zheng Haizhu's tense nerves finally relaxed a few.
Governor Liu was indeed on his way. He didn't even care about following Luo Shuai to ask for merit in front of the emperor. After receiving Xiao Qi's urgent report, he hurried over.
The background is good, and he has teammates and common people in his heart.
"Captain Liu, the villain claimed to be a descendant of Emperor Jian Wen, and he was stabbed to death by my chisel during the fight." Zheng Haizhu pointed at Zhu Qianjue's body and said.
Then he walked to Jin Laoliu who seemed to be awake: "I saw Eunuch Liu blocking the craftsman who wanted to enter Wang Gong Factory from a high place. My father-in-law knocked him unconscious. When I came with my brothers, the villain was I want to take Eunuch Liu’s life.”
"Madam, there is no need to say more, Liu understands."
The Jin Yiwei who reported the news had already reported everything Ma Xianglin said, and the matter could not be concealed. Liu Qiao just sighed that the inner court prince, whom he and Luo Shuai had always looked up to, turned out to have such an identity.
Liu Qiao sighed and went to help Liu Shimin up: "My father-in-law, I will tell you everything I have seen."
Liu Shimin staggered a few steps like a disconnected wooden puppet. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Haizhu leaning over to open Jin Laoliu's toolbox, but suddenly, as if his spirit returned to his original position, he shouted, "Girl, be careful!"
While using the outside of his calf, he pushed Zheng Haizhu away.
Everyone instinctively took a few steps back.
Zheng Haizhu stood firm and asked solemnly: "What's inside?"
Liu Shimin said: "It's phosphorus stone, ice formed by adding saltpeter into the water. I wonder if it's about to melt."
Liu Qiao didn't understand. He frowned and asked Zheng Haizhu: "What do you mean?"
Zheng Haizhu only extended his right hand to him: "Borrow the governor's sword and use it."
The tip of the embroidered spring knife opened the small wooden box, followed by the cotton bag for cold storage, revealing the large square box and the small clay pot in the center.
Zheng Haizhu breathed a sigh of relief.
After being plotted by Gu's daughter-in-law Shen and her concubine in Songjiang, Zheng Haizhu and Lu Xiangsheng specialized in studying the phosphorite of the time.
The ancient people's process for purifying white phosphorus was still weak. White phosphorus of this size would only burn and not explode, so a person who was on guard a foot away would not be affected.
Zheng Haizhu looked closely and could see the fine water droplets on the small clay pot.
She didn't have the skill to control a weapon, so she handed the knife to Liu Qiao and said: "Director Liu, pick out the pottery pot in the middle about ten feet away and drop it in the sun. The more broken it is, the better.
"
Liu Qiao did as he was told.
"Snapped."
The clay pot was broken, and the small glass bottle inside was reduced to powder.
Just when Ma Jiajun and Jin Yiwei were wondering, a small ball of flame suddenly rose from the powder, which was so dazzling that it burned much brighter than the primer used when firing a musket.
It is white phosphorus contained in ice in a cold water bath that reaches its ignition point after being exposed to sunlight.
Zheng Haizhu frowned for a few seconds, then turned around and said to Liu Shimin: "You guys in Wang Gong Factory are not gunpowder makers. Gunpowder makers go into the pharmacy empty-handed after being searched, mixed and ground."
Liu Shimin nodded dejectedly: "He is a man who sews armor and can carry the box. If possible, he will put the ice box in the gunpowder magazine and leave."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Haizhu's expression suddenly changed.
If Zhu Qianxu guessed that Liu Shimin would stop the craftsman, how could he not leave any backup plan?
She pushed Liu Qiao away and ran toward Liu Qiao's horse at the other end of the alley.
…
Outside Wang Gong's factory, the head craftsman and the craftsmen, originally full of suspicion and a little timid, stared at the ten elite men that Ma Biao had separated to block the door.
Not long after, in several alleys and nooks not far away, people were jumping around and shouts of death were heard, so the craftsmen dispersed one after another.
Half of my mind told me to avoid trouble, while the other half of my mind seemed to be saying that the imperial court had arrested traitors, so let's just watch the fun.
After scattering and gathering for a while, everyone suddenly saw a horse galloping in the street.
The horse was reined in at the gate of the factory, and a woman whose bun was about to fall apart was rolled over her back.
"Step aside!"
Zheng Haizhu shouted fiercely and rushed into Wang Gong's factory.
The impression of the layout she saw at dawn was transformed into a road map-like guide in her mind.
She ran past the check-in room where daily services and officials were kept, passed through the pond in the middle, and immediately went around to the right.
Beside the pond, several General Ma's soldiers who had blocked the main entrance to the gunpowder yard were guarding a pile of weapons. It was thought that Ma Xianglin remembered Zheng Haizhu's words and approached the gunpowder house without weapons made of steel.
"Azhu!"
Ma Xianglin called her from the corridor.
Seeing that she was as anxious as a blunderbuss, Ma Xianglin chased her loudly: "What's the matter?"
"Shh!" Zheng Haizhu ran up to him, panting like an ox, but immediately made a gesture to silence him.
Ma Xianglin was stunned for a moment, then stared at her silently and nervously.
First in the bandit camp, and later when he faced the Spaniards and Houjin Tatars, he had never seen her look like this.
He stared with ferocious eyes, almost like a Taoist priest gritting his teeth to catch ghosts.
Zheng Haizhu circled on the spot, raised his head and glanced in the direction of the wooden pagoda of Chengen Temple to the east, then returned to scanning the surrounding area.
After a few breaths, Zheng Haizhu moved forward and found an empty powder barrel.
Ma Xianglin also followed and couldn't help but ask again: "What's wrong?"
"Shh! Don't say anything!" Zheng Haizhu almost said in a scolding tone.
Ma Xianglin opened his mouth and saw the woman standing there steadily. To be precise, her body did not move, but her head and eyes kept moving.
What sound is she listening to?
Just when Ma Xianglin understood, Zheng Haizhu suddenly stepped into the gunpowder store in front of him, and a moment later he rushed out like a whirlwind with something in his hands.
The moment her shoulder bumped into Ma Xianglin's arm, the latter saw clearly what she was holding.
A piece of ice!
Ma Xianglin immediately followed her, his eyes seeing the drops of water dripping from her sleeves.
She ran so urgently, rushing towards the pond with all her strength, that Ma Xianglin was surprised that a military commander who was taller and longer than her could not catch up with her at this moment.
He saw the woman waving and throwing ice cubes as she approached the pond.
Then the figure collapsed on the ground, shoulders heaving violently.
Ma Xianglin's subordinates gathered from both sides and stared at the water with the young master.
The crystal ice did not sink, but rose and fell with the ripples of the water. Under the scorching sun of the day, it looked like a small light golden fairy boat.
Zheng Haizhu swallowed quickly to moisten his throat, which was so dry that it was smoking due to nervousness and eagerness.
"It's almost over." When she finally regained her composure, she raised her head and said to Ma Xianglin, "Among the servants we saw in the morning, the one who moved the barrel was afraid that the sun would block the ice. He used ice to freeze the saltpeter.
In the morning of the season, the ice slowly melts, and it will not completely turn into water for an hour. But the window corner just now, facing south, will be exposed to the sun after midnight. It only needs to melt a hole and the phosphorus powder is exposed.
Then, then..."
"No need to say anything, I understand, rest." Ma Xianglin interrupted her breathless explanation and looked back at the lake.
Sure enough, the ice cubes that had melted and shrunk a lot suddenly burst into bright fireworks.
Zheng Haizhu grinned and suddenly lay on his back, looking at the blue sky.
"I must report to the imperial court and move all six gunpowder factories in the capital out of the inner city!"
She raised her finger, made a vague circle, and added: "Especially this, this Wang Gong Factory with so many people around it! The Ministry of Works is so damned, is it a brain drain, or is it laziness? Back then?
This place is desolate, why don’t you move it when it becomes prosperous?”
Ma Xianglin also pursed his lips and smiled after listening to her chatter, but he did not forget to tell his subordinates: "Tie up the eight servants, and they will still guard the gunpowder magazine until someone from the court comes."
"Young Master, someone from the imperial court is here." A subordinate pointed to the south.
Liu Qiao rushed to Ma and Zheng in great strides.
Ma Xianglin's smile solidified.
Zheng Haizhu also stood up and said rapidly: "Director Liu, General Ma was deceived. His soldiers are still in Shanhaiguan. He also ordered us to rescue and avoid this catastrophe. Cui Wenjing from the patrol camp
He was recruited by Nanzhu, and he told your Xiaoqi to listen to it last night."
After Liu Qiao listened quietly, he handed over to Zheng Haizhu: "What Madam said, Liu will tell the emperor word for word. Now, General Ma, you have to go to the prison with me."
"Okay." Ma Xianglin responded simply.
Then he turned to Zheng Haizhu and said: "Excuse me, go and talk to my mother and Fengyi. Especially Fengyi..."
Liu Qiao hurriedly said: "General Ma, just now our Wei Li brothers came to report that our commanding officer Qin Xuanfu went to capture Cui Wenjing from the patrol camp and is now holding him in front of the Ming Dynasty gate."
Ma Xianglin was stunned, and then realized that his mother was trying her best to save her son's life.