"General, please give me more face!" Yan Side had already expected that Wu You (Wu Er) would not agree to go to the banquet. However, Wu Er was willing to speak kindly, which was a victory for him.
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Yan's Mansion is located in the core of Qingzhou City, not far from the headquarters of the Economic and Social Envoy, the Yamen of the Transfer Envoy and the State Yamen. As long as he can hold off the "soldiers" of the Control Bureau for a quarter of an hour, he will definitely do so.
Officials will come forward to protect the Yan family!
Thinking of this, Yan Side smiled and quickly handed over his hand again, "General Wu, don't be angry. It's actually very difficult for my master to do this. Our Yan Mansion is also a house of officials after all. You led the troops to block the door. If the master immediately
Hand in hand, how will we gain a foothold on the ground in Qingzhou in the future? How about this? You, the elder, withdraw your troops first, and the younger one will send Yan Wuyou over to you soon. Don’t worry, the Yan Mansion is here, and the Yan family’s Zhuangzi is also outside Qingzhou City.
Less than ten miles, as the saying goes, a monk cannot escape the temple if he runs away..."
"There's no need to go to such trouble. Send someone out, and Wu will leave immediately! You choose the front door or the back door!" Wu Er waved his hand vigorously again without even thinking about it, "It's not that Wu doesn't want to show face to your master, that person escaped over the wall.
.I ran all the way along this street to your mansion, and all the brothers could see clearly. It was out of respect for your master that Wu gave him a stick of incense and did not rush in to catch him immediately!"
"General, my master is an official after all, and we can be regarded as colleagues with you." Yan Side immediately grimaced again and kept bowing, "Why are you doing this? It's only half an hour away.
I don’t want to put you in trouble, so you should withdraw your troops first and leave a few confidants waiting at the front and back doors. In this way, my master can save his face, and you don’t have to worry about Yan Wuyou running away!"
As he spoke, he quickly took out a cloth bag from his sleeve and quietly stuffed it into Wu Er's official robe.
This was the most common method he used to deal with Qingzhou's headmen and scribes, and it was almost always unfavorable. Unexpectedly, Wu Er jumped back decisively and almost dodged him.
"Keep it yourself!" As soon as his feet landed on the ground, Wu Er pulled out the knife to prevent Yan Side from getting closer to him. "Wu loves money and will go to the battlefield to cut off the enemy's heads in exchange for his own. No need.
Blackmail the place.”
"This, this..." When meeting an official who refused to accept money for the first time, Yan Side stumbled to a stop, at a loss.
Behind the door panels and around the corners, countless pairs of prying eyes stared. No matter which side the spies were on, or who they were looking for information for, they all secretly raised eyebrows at Wu Mata's words.
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At this time, the Song Dynasty's culture of emphasizing literature over martial arts had just been formed. The bloody spirit left by the Tang people had not been completely wiped out. However, fame was obtained on horseback, and it was still regarded as a man's heroic spirit.
Therefore, Wu Er's words touched the heart of more than one person. Even among the servants of the Yan family standing opposite him, many people's hearts were filled with passion.
The wind is strong in winter, so the incense burns much faster than in other seasons. Before Yan Side could think of other tricks to delay the process, the fire on the incense head was already close to the socket on the clay pot.
"Take care of things strictly and tell your people to get out of the way. Otherwise, Wu can only think of them as his accomplices in the crime!" Seeing that the time limit had expired, Wu Er pointed the tip of his knife forward unceremoniously and shouted an order.
"Don't, don't, don't..." Yan Side's head was pounding, and he sided away from the point of the knife while waving his hands repeatedly, "General Wu, please be merciful! My eldest father is the prefect of Shaoxing. You don't care about his face.
Also look at the imperial court..."
Wu Er shook his head and made no further response. He slowly raised the steel knife in his hand, and as soon as the flame on Reixiang's head dimmed, he immediately launched an attack.
"Who dares!" At this moment, the door of Yan's Mansion was suddenly pushed open. Yan Xicheng, who had just bumped into the side door of the prison department in the morning, walked out with a livid face, "Here comes someone, please come in front of the door."
Formation, anyone who dares to step over the steps will be killed without mercy!"
"This, this, yes!" The servants agreed hesitantly, regained their energy, and retreated to the top step in front of the door, assuming a desperate posture.
"Brothers, listen to my order!" Wu Er didn't even bother to look at this person, and ordered in a deep voice, "Grenadier, prepare -"
"Stop, everyone stop!" shouts were heard one after another on the long street, but it was the transfer envoy Ding Wei who rushed over with several of his subordinates, forcibly trying to be the peacemaker between the conflicting parties.
Yan Xicheng heard the shouting and saw Ding Wei's transfer envoy's ceremonial guard, and a proud smile suddenly appeared on his face.
Qingzhou is still under the control of his Yan family after all.
Even if the new execution officer is a clueless young man, Ding, the transfer envoy, will take the initiative to take care of him on behalf of the Yan family.
However, before he could say any proud words, the steel knife in his hands had been swung down from mid-air, and the military order was instantly spread to everyone's ears, "Break the formation!"
Three training-specific grenades that had just ignited their fuses soared into the air, passed over twenty steps, and landed right in front of the lowest step of Yan's mansion.
"Boom——" "Boom——" "Boom——" The sound of explosion was like a thunderbolt.
The next moment, the servants on the top step all dropped their weapons, and ran away screaming without even looking at whether they were injured.
Looking at the eldest son Yan Xicheng again, he had fallen backwards into the courtyard gate, his body shaking like chaff.
A line of steaming liquid gurgled down between his limp legs!
