Daming Yinghua

Chapter 13 The wrong direction
Ma Xianglin stared at Hu Fang and said: "Eunuch Hu, I have killed all those in the village who knew about Qiu Wanliang's connection with the palace and the whereabouts of the silks and satins robbed over the years. That Huang Zunsu was robbed here for only a few days, and he was always in heavy handcuffs." , imprisoned in a barn, not an insider."

Hu Fang snorted: "General Ma, do you think our family wants to kill him because we are afraid that he will find out Qiu Wanliang's details? Wrong! Didn't our family tell you just now that this Huang Zunsu belongs to the Donglin faction? of."

Ma Xianglin said coldly: "I'm a warrior, I only know how to train soldiers in peacetime and fight in wartime, and I'm not interested in the sects of scribes."

Hu Fang thought to herself, after all, he is a Sichuan barbarian, so he is only assigned to be a hunting dog for the noble concubine and King Fu.

He didn't go into this matter anymore, and waved Ma Xianglin to lead him and Jin Yiwei Tiqi to inspect the courtyard of Qiu Wanliang and Deli's subordinates, and check whether their families, especially their heirs, had been slaughtered.

Not long after, the group turned back, and Hu Fang walked to the corpses of Qiu Wanliang, Xu Aliu and the others, bent over to look at them, and said to Ma Xianglin, "After Qiu Wanliang's godfather died, how many people in the capital are going to kill him?" He, he relies on the arrangement of the imperial concubine and King Fu to be able to live happily here. Who would have thought that he didn't know what to do, hid so much goods, and dared to disobey the imperial concubine and take dirty jobs everywhere, completely disregarding making new enemies and giving the imperial concubine Trouble with the prince. Things that don't know what is good or bad will end up like this sooner or later."

When Hu Fang said this, he paused intentionally, and continued: "But the head of Qiu Wanliang, the noble concubine has to be left to you, General Ma, to chop it off. Because the noble concubine, she respects your father and Lingtang, and is also optimistic about your ability to cut the head of Shijie chieftain. Soldiers lead to a higher level."

Ma Xianglin looked up 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 it. She thought that I brought out more than a hundred elite chieftain soldiers, and the Ministry of War sent me here." Southeast as an army to suppress bandits."

Hu Fang interrupted him without hesitation, and said with deep meaning: "It is true that there are not many things that Lingtang knows, but there are many things that you know, General Ma, now..."

Ma Xianglin looked down at the edge of his blood-stained cotton armor.

His mind is as clear as a mirror.

Two years ago, when he left for Beijing to search for the whereabouts of the murderer of his father and enemy, the current emperor's favorite concubine suddenly sent someone to find him and informed Qiu Wanliang of his whereabouts.

On that day, Ma Xianglin understood that what the imperial concubine wanted to exchange for an abandoned son was definitely not just the silk and silver that Amber offered.

The Sichuan Army is as brave as the Zhejiang Army.The chieftain soldiers of Shijie are the best in the Sichuan army.

The noble concubine was interested in Ma Xianglin's status as the young master of Shi Jie Bing.

Seeing that the young man fell silent again, Hu Fang coughed lightly, and forced out some confiding words: "General Ma, Mrs. Lingtang Qin, is a heroine, but no matter how many battles a heroine wins, she is also a heroine when she takes off her military uniform." Mother. No mother in the world would stop her son from having a good future. Look at Concubine Zheng to King Fu... Oh, let’s not talk about it. Take a step and return to the capital to return to your orders."

After Hu Fang finished speaking, she turned to go to the horse, and turned her head to look at Hu Po who was standing in the corner with her arms folded: "Miss Hu Po, do you want to go back with our house?"

"Don't bother my father-in-law, I will go by myself."

"Don't mind, if you don't like me, let General Ma protect you..."

Amber responded silently.

Hu Fang snorted and got on the horse.

"Fisherman, tea picker, put fish fat and tea fragrance on a table, hey. Little monk, pretty nun, lonely men and widows sharing the same bed, hey."

Hu Fang hummed a nasty ditty and walked away.

After they walked away, Ma Xianglin's face sank like water, and he stepped up to Hu Po: "Hu Fang didn't notice anything unusual, you can take the child away, and go back to the capital to hide the child carefully, Mo Jiao Cui husband found out."

When Ma Xianglin first arrived in the bandit village, he followed Mrs. Cui's instructions and connected with Hu Po, who was also an undercover agent.

A few days ago, Hu Po secretly begged Ma Xianglin to let the two-year-old child born to him and Qiu Wanliang live.Ma Xianglin then took advantage of the opportunity of leaving the village to find a child who died of illness in a nearby village, and ordered his cronies to replace Hu Po's child, and tricked Hu Fang, the eunuch who came to check.

At this moment, the tall figure of the young general blocked the gradually dazzling sunlight, as well as the random gazes around him.

The protective frost shell on Huber's face suddenly shattered, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Thank you, General Ma, for your kindness, Hu Po and Wa'er, I will never forget it."

"Don't take it to heart, it's human nature. Amber, you are a mother, and I have a mother too."

……

The Loess Avenue is full of smoke and dust.

On the carriage, Zheng Haizhu was jolted into a mess.

Mao Wenlong, a martial artist, drove the carriage, as if he was rushing to fight the enemy, as if there were countless Jurchen heads waiting for him to chop off.

Zheng Haizhu is a modern person who is accustomed to comfortable means of transportation such as subways and high-speed rails. After passing through this world, he would try to choose inland waterways for long-distance trekking, but he couldn't stand the bumps of the carriage.

I never thought that this time, my life was not lost in the den of bandits, but in the driving skills of General Mao's bad review of one star.

In the carriage, the young boy Zheng Shoukuan experienced more than ten hours of tension and running around, exhausted and sleeping soundly.

Huang Zunsu pursed his lips tightly, trying to calm down, but his face was already pale.

Han Ximeng had never been subjected to such a torment, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief, he was about to vomit.

Zheng Haizhu thought, one is a civil servant who is unwilling to speak up and begs generals, and the other is a lady who is taboo to talk to straight men, so I have to stand up and complain decisively.

"Hey, General Mao, General Mao, can you drive the car slower." Zheng Haizhu wobbled to the front of the car, held the wooden frame, and shouted loudly at the broad back who was close at hand.

Mao Wenlong turned his head to the side, but instead of responding to Zheng Haizhu, he looked at the trusted cavalry pawns who were chasing up from behind.

The pawn made a few gestures, Mao Wenlong raised his arms, whistled repeatedly, and with the movement of pulling the reins, the carriage gradually stopped.

Zheng Haizhu seemed to have returned to the world, leaning against the frame of the car while panting and looking around, but saw that the official road was silent, with wormwood growing on both sides, and occasionally birds flew out of the grass nest, and there was nothing like a It looks like a crowd.

Um?wrong.

Zheng Haizhu suddenly discovered that according to the height of the sun in this season, it should be close to the end of Shenshi, and the sun should be in the west.

The place names in Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty are very different from those in later generations. According to Zheng Haizhu’s remnant memory of driving on a high-speed road, from Qiandun Town in later generations to Songjiang District in Shanghai, if it was evening, the sun would shine on the passenger seat.

But at this moment, the setting sun was shining on the rear of the carriage.

Zheng Haizhu, who had an excellent sense of direction, suddenly became suspicious—is Mao Wenlong driving to the mouth of the Yangtze River?

That's clear, they are staying away from Songjiang Fucheng!

Zheng Haizhu only felt a chill in his heart, and feelings of doubt and fear surged up.

"Mao, General Mao, have you arrived at Songjiang Prefecture?"

(End of this chapter)