Wang Pu in the late Ming Dynasty

Qian walked through the deep alley without stinging his feet, rushed through the eaves corridor, and stopped in front of the threshold, he had been running errands for many years, and his foot strength was extraordinary, but he did not see any breath disorder in this rapid journey, just a little gasp, swallowed his turbid breath, and said: "Master, the slave inquired clearly, it turned out that there was a great victory from the north, and more than 10,000 people were beheaded." "

"Oh, is it who has made such a great achievement, whether it is surnamed Wang? When Qian Qianyi heard this, he immediately sat up, and frightened the famous prostitute, and let out a squeamish and resentful "ah". Qian Caizi, who usually pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, did not look back, but opened his eyes wide and walked towards the door.

"The lord forgives the sin, the slave doesn't know, but I just inquired about some bits and pieces. Qian Bu said bitterly with an embarrassed face.

"Hurry up and change my clothes for the master, go, go to the military department. Qian Qianyi smiled happily, hurriedly jumped into the screen with his pants, but his clothes belt could not be found, there was a plain red Luo skirt on the elm hanger, he went to turn it over, and finally pulled out a gray and black silk from it, and secretly said a bad breath, I was very worried in my heart, I took a deep breath, put this ominous thought away, and after tying the belt, I put on a blue-collar robe taken by the servant, trimmed the bun, put on a black crown, and made a few postures in front of the mirror, I couldn't bear it, I just thought that this shape was very good, this robe with his own whiskers, very fairy wind and bones。

The

magnificent eight-lift sedan chair has been waiting outside the door, the eight sedan chair men are chatting quietly in the gatehouse, from time to time take a cigarette stick close to the mouth and puff, and then spit out a cloud of white smoke very satisfied, they are the Qian family's special patron sedan chair man, and the servants of the decent people in Nanjing City are also fine-skinned and tender, with a noble face.

There are also two sedan chair

men sitting on the stone steps outside the door, they are carrying the sedan chair for the famous prostitute Lan tonight, their clothes are plain a lot, the material is as rough and old as the skin, the same is the sedan chair man, these two people are rickety, humble eyes dare not lift, just holding a bowl of rice wine, taste it carefully, the Qian family does not allow them to enter the house, but they dislike to give a bowl of wine to the sea to drive away the cold, perhaps this wine is very mellow, causing them to close their eyes from time to time to reminisce.

He only heard the sound of small footsteps, it was Qian who did not hesitate to step over, he caught a glimpse of two cheap men on the stone steps who blocked the way without opening their eyes, and whipped them without thinking, poof, poof, these two palanquin men pity the good wine in the bowl, just use their chests to protect the bowl, the leather whip on their backs is strong, they are in a cold sweat, and they are busy dodging, and their mouths still say that they are not.

Qian didn't hesitate to ignore it, reached out to push the door open, and scolded: "Dog, my busy feet don't touch, you just hide this idle cigarette, the master is going out, if you delay the master's big event, you will jump into the river and die." After speaking, he covered his mouth and nose and took three steps back, and was forced out by the billowing smoke in the house, and the choking smell of smoke smoked him.

"Hey, hey, stingy, your old Haihan, is your master going out early today. The palanquin bearers hurriedly pouted their buttocks from their chairs and went up to surround the money without hesitation.

"When is the master going out, do I want to ask you for instructions, get out. Qian did not hesitate to scold angrily, tobacco is used to smoking, but people who have never touched it are unbearable, he is Qian Qianyi's personal servant, never dare to touch this thing, for fear that there will be a smoky smell on the body, which makes the master unhappy, but he can't help but hate that there are people in the house who smoke, and every time he bumps into it, he has to scold.

Qian Qianyi naturally didn't know the trivial things in his own family, he sat on this official sedan chair through the streets and alleys as always, and went not far to the steps of the Ministry of War. The officials here are used to being idle, and they look at their mood on time, and the officials who sit in the hall often don't know where to go, don't ask, if you ask, you are sick, if you really have something urgent, please go to the Qinglou on the bank of the Qinhuai River to find someone.

Qian Qianyi

is well versed in the atmosphere here, so he strode to the back door alley, a small official of the military department really hid in this remote room, he was wiping the windowsill with a broken rag, Qian Qianyi was careful and sharp-eyed, and noticed that there was a line of seepage water on the beam above his head, and there was a wooden barrel on the ground to catch the leakage, but this line of seepage water was like a spiritual snake, wandering uncertainly, suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, but the barrel could not move, the mouth could not be contained, and the water stains under the bottom were wide and silted, and the mud was like a ze.

"Clerk Yang Long paid a visit to Lord Qian. "This official surnamed Yang has no rank, and his title ranks at the end of the yamen of the Nanjing Military Department, but he is in charge of the affairs of the yamen. This is not to say that this person has much ability, there are too few things in the yamen, and only a small official is enough.

"The good news that Beijing just delivered, go and get it. Although Qian Qianyi is a waiter of the Ministry of Rites and a high-ranking official, he is humble and asked with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Money. Yang Long made a salute, returned to the front of the case and flipped through it, found a piece of paper, raised his hands high, and presented it respectfully.

"Not bad. Qian Qianyi took the paper and nodded casually in approval. Spread it out and looked at it from top to bottom, and the elegant and graceful smile instantly froze, and secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Far away in the Bauhinia City, the sun is shining, the Ming court is beaming, and the Taimiao is specially selected to present a great gift at noon on this day. Ten thousand ministers will follow, Chongzhen dragged the thin yellow shadow up the steps, he looked up at the plaque of this temple, on it is just the inscription "Taimiao", the avenue to the simple Wuxian under the word hall majestic and heavy.

The sun shines brightly at noon, Chongzhen's eyes are full of gold stars, he is busy retracting his gaze, looking at the threshold too big, there is a dojo dancing in the hall in the hall, the drum music is ringing, from time to time whining and blowing the horn, Xu is the temple wall of this temple is as thick as a battlement, these drum music is heard from outside, it is only faintly, and the big movement can not be heard.

When he lifted his trousers and stepped on the threshold, the sound of drums in his ears suddenly became loud, and his body trembled, and one foot that crossed the threshold almost broke, and the aftermath of the drum music lingered in his ears for a long time. Wang Pu Shenjia Battalion's dedication, because the Jingshi is still in danger, hastily simplified, this temple sacrifice drum music is the first time he listened to it from a close distance, "It turns out that the ancestors of the past generations have to suffer this sin when they are in the sacrifice." The emperor was quiet and unaccustomed to this noise, so he couldn't help frowning slightly, and secretly slandered himself, and then he was ashamed that he should not have lost respect for his ancestors, felt sorry for himself, and felt that the so-called dedication was tasteless.

He unconsciously took a big stride, as far as he could pass through the noisy dojo, the queen Zhou was busy making small steps, and followed closely behind, always falling behind the emperor's side, as if there was an invisible rope to tie the two, and there seemed to be a ruler The husband and wife each held one end, and measured the gap.

There was a toddler's "yaa" murmur behind him, and the four-year-old emperor's eldest son, Zhu Cihong, stared at the beads of his eyes, and his cute little hands slapped in the air, causing Chongzhen to turn around, and happened to meet the queen Zhou's four eyes, and the warmth melted the frost, Chongzhen rarely had some warmth, and smiled back at her.

Zhou's eyes were full of admiration and admiration, and this was her husband, a gentle man, who was thrifty today, and under his hard work, Daming achieved an unprecedented victory.

"It should be like this, he is far away from eunuchs and treacherous slander, does not practice alchemy, although there are foxes around him, he is not addicted, and there is no way to talk about extravagance. Such a good emperor is not inferior to Tang Taizong compared to Han Wenjing in the history books. Zhou thought secretly.

Xu is to read the queen's eyes, Emperor Chongzhen's confidence soared, his footsteps were calm and slowly walked towards the nave, an official presented a sword, the hilt of the sword was wrapped in thick white silk, the sacrificial dance should be drummed, a group of dancers wore blue-faced fanged ghost masks, tattooed all over the body, writhing and jumping in the venue. The limbs are exaggerated, as if it is the charm of the ghost unscrupulous under the scorching sun, arrogantly mocking the Son of Heaven.

Chongzhen stepped forward with his sword and rushed into the crowd of dancers, and the blue light shone in an instant, only to see him draw his sword out of the sheath and slash back and forth, and the ghosts and spirits fell down one after another, and they couldn't get up again.

"Expel the thief and the captive, sue the big and the great. The people around shouted in unison, and there were several voices in a row.

Chongzhen's bloodshot pale face flushed, and from a distance, it looked like a humanoid paper figurine with exaggerated colors, and the horizontal sword looked around blankly in the field. This strange place is eerie, but no one dares to give birth to this thought.

Chongzhen did not put away his sword, but raised his steps into the square pavilion on one side, which was very wide, and there was a sacrificial cow in it that was tightly tied to a wooden shelf and wrapped in yellow cloth.

"Moo. The cow looked at the visitor curiously, and soon noticed that the man exuded an uneasy aura, and the herbivorous creature was keenly aware of this aura, and immediately screamed twice, and his body struggled in vain, and the wooden frame was made of sunken wood, and let it do its best but never move, and then the cow noticed that the man was holding a light flaky object in his hand, but his heart did not think so, thinking that such a thing did not look like a murder weapon, so he was a little relieved, and turned his head again, thinking that the danger must come from behind.

Thinking of the imminent blood, Chongzhen suddenly felt a churning in his stomach, here and now, he couldn't help himself, plucked up the courage to go around the right side of the cow's body, saw a red circle painted on the yellow cloth, gritted his teeth, compared the horizontal sword, the sticky tip of his left finger against this red circle, the sacrificial cow felt that there was a foreign object against the chest, and when he turned around, he saw that this person was holding the piece horizontally and was stunned, and he couldn't help but be very confused.

After a long time, just when the sacrificial cow gradually settled on the status quo, Chongzhen's pale face suddenly appeared hideous, and suddenly stabbed down with a sword, the royal sword was really sharp, the sword body was completely left with only the hilt, the sacrificial cow wailed, the legs kicked wildly, and the corners of the mouth were bleeding. The thick layer of white silk that wrapped around the hilt of the sword gradually dyed crimson, first drops of blood falling and then merging into a bloody line.

The sword hit the heart, and the wheezing of the sacrificial ox and the ticking of blood on the ground gradually faded and disappeared. It didn't bat at a glance, and its dazed eyes were filled with tears.

The eunuchs put the sacrifice, a bull's head

with dazed tears on the altar in the middle, many jade carving ritual vessels and it as a companion, Chongzhen stared at the bull's head in a daze, he had a nameless anger in his heart, a thought, dragged the eunuchs out and cut them, but raised his eyes and saw the tablets of the ancestors and ancestors of the Ming Dynasty, this occasion can't, the mouth is almost inaudible grunt, but he didn't dare to order loudly, the bull's eyes revealed a faint mockery that made him depressed.

He thought of Wang Pu again, this traitor will cut you with a thousand knives sooner or later, Chongzhen secretly swore in his heart.

In the south of Jizhou City, the sky is getting dark, and there is a

rare red glow that occupies a large area of the sky, and the chain mail on the officers and soldiers of the Shenjia Battalion is dazzling. Wang Puzheng discussed with Liu Yishan and others the arrangements for the siege of the city tomorrow.

Because there was no artillery and hand ammunition, he had to take his life to fill it, and Liu Yishan suggested that the newly recruited two hundred-man team should be used to test the enemy's deployment and counterattack methods. Wang Pu flashed a trace of unbearability, and then felt even more sorry for the veteran, and reluctantly nodded: "Explain to the recruits, if you encounter the enemy throwing explosive bags, withdraw them, and then think of other ways." Wang Pu couldn't help but regret using explosives to deal with Donglu with explosives packs, and asked Donglu to steal the division, this kind of thing is undoubtedly a siege weapon, and the city of the Ming Dynasty will be in a worrying situation in the future, and there will be endless troubles after this mistake.

"Tsk, I'm underestimating Dongyu, it's not the late Qing Dynasty at this time, it's really damned. Wang Pu muttered softly, only Lin Changxing heard it clearly, but he didn't know why.

A soldier came in to report that a man outside the camp gate claimed to be a messenger from the city.

"The villain Zhou Huniu has seen his benefactor, and last year General Wang defeated the Tartar and saved the villain's life. "The visitor has two small whiskers at the corners of his mouth, and a pair of small eyes on his dark forehead scurrying around, and he doesn't look good.

"Get down to business, don't talk useless. Wang Pu said impatiently, he fought two small battles with Donglu last year and saved a lot of people, and this person's so-called Endo is probably referring to this matter.

"Yes, Zheng Ya'er in the city wants to surrender to the adults. This man didn't beat around the bush, and he readily accepted his intentions.

"Well, it's a coincidence, what can this old man in the city do for me, and what does he want from me? Wang Pu remembered the shrewd Dongyu official, and sure enough, he returned to the old master, so, the prison army Huang Dahu must have been fierce and auspicious, thinking of this, Wang Pu secretly shouted luck in his heart, when the Shenjia battalion was besieged on the island, the Dongyu plundered a large number of civilians to transport soil to fill the river, if this Huang Dahu was present, it would be difficult to persuade him to release the guns to the civilians on the other side, and die generously with his temperament, wouldn't it involve Wang Pu and all the military horses of the Shenjia battalion to be buried together, and their graves at this time have grown grass and are more than one person high.

Looking back now, it can be concluded that if he had given the order to release the guns a day earlier, the river would have been a few steps wider, and the casualties of the Shenjia battalion would have been fewer. The so-called eating a trench grows a wisdom, Wang Pu regrets that his intestines are green every time he reflects on this, he really shouldn't be a woman's kindness at that time, and he was stupid enough to wait until the river is ten steps wide before ordering the gun.