It has been a long time since Jiangnan put an end to the chaos.
There are remnants of the Ming Cult everywhere, and it is not easy to eliminate them. They burrow deep into the mountains, or hide among the people, and there is no way to search for them.
Fortunately, several of the leaders who followed Fang La into trouble were almost arrested.
With a smile on the fence, the river flows across the river, and the name of Taiping Prefecture is also famous. The spring water and autumn waves are endless, and half the year is farming and the other half is military.
Taiping Prefecture is the hardest-hit area this time, and almost all wars will be fought here. Just because this place is close to water and natural chasms, it is a naturally dangerous place, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
In an inconspicuous squire's mansion, there was a beautiful woman in the courtyard, sitting under a tree, with a shallow and indifferent smile on her pretty face, occasionally revealing a hint of holy brilliance.
In her arms, a baby was chubby and cute, with dark and bright eyes.
She rocked the baby and sang nursery rhymes with a smile.
The clear sky in early summer was so blue that it felt dazzling to her eyes. She squinted her beautiful eyes and carefully felt the breeze blowing across her cheeks.
The officers and soldiers suppressing the bandits in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly gathered together and stopped their pursuit, which made the remaining Ming cultists heave a long sigh of relief.
The people in this courtyard are the Ming Cult saint they most want to capture, as well as the so-called reincarnated Ming King.
Fang Miaolian was abandoned by his parents since he was a child, so he loves his children even more, even though his father
Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside and the laughter of several men. Fang Miaolian frowned and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.
After a while, two people came in together, both burly and middle-aged men.
They first looked at the child in the saint's arms, with a sharp look in their eyes.
They used to be full of infinite respect and hope for this child. These people were die-hard fans of Fang La. In their eyes, this child was the reincarnation of King Ming.
But later, some unpleasant words gradually spread, and the congregants pointed fingers behind their backs.
"Tan Gao, Zheng Biao, are you okay?"
Zheng Biao, who had a scar on his face, cupped his fists and said: "Holy girl, Yang Tong, the biological father of the dog officer Yang Lin, is now paying homage to his brother in Taiping Prefecture. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I am going to kill him."
This thief wants to avenge his brothers who died in the religion."
When Fang Miaolian heard this, she was very reluctant. Just a few days after Ansheng's birthday, they were going to provoke the government again.
The child in her arms can no longer withstand the torment. Now she just wants to raise Fang Le in her arms well.
If Yang Tong is killed, then Yang Lin is so powerful that he is not willing to stop. I am afraid that Jiangnan will be turned upside down.
When the nest was overturned, how could Leer in his arms be spared?
Fang Miaolian raised his hands slightly and said: "We have encountered this difficulty in teaching, and our vitality has been greatly damaged. Now that the officers and soldiers have temporarily gathered together, it is a good time for us to recuperate, and we must not cause trouble. Yang Tong is not an easy person. He was in Lianghuai and Caohe
We have fought many times, but we can't kill him. Now his son has become an important minister in the court, and he has many hawks and dogs under his command. How can he be so easy to deal with? It is unwise to sacrifice the lives of a few brothers in the sect for no reason.
"
Tan Gao's eyes widened and he said loudly: "It's not human to avenge someone. It's hard to obey the Holy Lady's words of forgiveness. We brothers will go and take revenge ourselves, and we will never harm the Holy Lady."
After saying that, they actually left hand in hand. Fang Miaolian was so angry that her hands were shaking. Recently, there were some rumors circulating in the church, saying that when the saint was rescued that day, she was disheveled and haggard, and the bed was in a mess, with faint traces of blood.
Coupled with the fact that the time when the Holy Maiden gave birth coincided with that time, many smart people in the Ming Cult had begun to doubt whether Fang Le was the reincarnation of King Ming, or whether he was simply the evil seed of the enemy.
Although Fang Qifu and others tried their best to suppress it, and the officers and soldiers pursued them in a hurry, the Mingjiao had no time to fight among themselves, and the incident did not break out yet.
Now that the officers and soldiers have stopped chasing, and everyone has taken some time off, the ups and downs regarding this matter have become more and more intense——
Taipingzhou, Jiangxinting.
Several big men drank so much that their faces turned red. Lu Taixuan sat on the ground and said with a smile: "The river breeze from the river is so comfortable. In Kaifeng Prefecture, Bianliang City, even the wind has the fragrance of women's powder, isn't it?
It’s hard to say, it’s easy to get bored.”
Several people burst into laughter, and Yang Tong sighed: "What a pity Xiaoliu, he must like Bianliang."
Lei Dong took over the conversation and said: "Among us brothers, Lin'er is more like the sixth child. Zhaodefang is like a country for girls, and that boy is still happy to fill it in. A few days ago, he was chasing the fourth brother, begging for money.
There are dozens of maids, I really don’t know what his body is made of.”
Yang Tianai, who was pouring him wine, pouted and said angrily: "Fifth Grandpa, you are not allowed to call me my adoptive father."
Seeing her reaction, several people laughed.
Lu Taixuan's ears suddenly twitched and he winked. All the brothers in the pavilion had a tacit understanding of life and death, and they all became alert.
Lei Dong even gently held Yang Tianai behind him. Suddenly there was a sound in the water, and someone jumped out with one hand on the bottom corner of the pavilion.
The man jumped up like a cheetah and thrust his sword straight into Yang Tong's throat.
Yang Tong's body was as fat as a mountain of meat, but his movements were extremely agile. He ducked to block the incoming person's path, knocked the assassin away with one kick, and laughed loudly: "Little guy, you are still a little green."
The assassin held up a short dagger to block. A Gulu climbed to the side, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, smiled and whistled, and dozens of figures jumped out of the lake.
"Zheng Biao, it turns out to be you."
Zheng Biao staggered back a few steps. The force of the shattered weapon in his hand caused severe pain in his arm. Qi and blood surged in his chest. He couldn't say a word, but there was still a hint of ferocity and madness on his face.
Mixed smile.
"Yang Tong, today is the day you die!"
Yang Tong snorted, his sword and beard furrowed, he waved his hand, overturned the table, and came towards the assassin who came up from the water.
"A certain Yang Tong has washed his hands in the golden basin. He has been hiding for fifteen years. With only one point of his extraordinary ability, the heroes of Huainan who are still overwhelmed can't breathe. You have always underestimated me. If you want to kill Yang Tong, only these few people have come.
Hand, are you looking down on someone?"
After saying this, the older Ming Cultists were a little frightened, while the young people were not afraid of this mountain of meat.
Lei Dong picked up a big knife and shouted: "Fourth brother, take little Aier and leave first."
Yang Tong picked up two stone stools, his fighting spirit rising, and his breathing became heavier.
This was a stool made of stone. It was like a light weapon in his hand, and everyone became nervous at this moment.
Yang Tong laughed and waved the two stone stools with a slight waist, making a low whistling sound every time he waved.
Everywhere he passed, the assassins fell into the water and died. Whoever touched these two stools died.
Tan Gao's eyes were filled with tears, the muscles in his arms were bulging, he shouted violently and stepped forward with the knife.