Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

"Shut the door and shut the door, shut the door and shut the door.
After the early morning light shone on the courtyard, Qian Changshi had gradually calmed down.

He is still the chief history of the palace, and the changes in the city are indeed dominated by him, but even so, what can we do with him?The governor can only impeach him, but the charges will not be too serious, otherwise Ni Chong will shoot himself in the foot first when the court is held accountable.The crime is not serious, the great thing is that he was deposed as a civilian, so it's okay, he has made enough money recently, not to mention the wealth hidden elsewhere, the current cash in his family is more than 100, and Huang Qian is also thousands of taels With the addition of antique pearls, jade, silk and satin, as a poor scholar, he has lived his destiny this year. In more than [-] years, he has collected money from his descendants that would not be spent in [-] years. This life has not been spent in vain.

As for how many people were harmed by what he did, and how many families were ruined, these things are trivial things that don't need to be considered or cared about.

After closing the door, Qian Changshi also heaved a long sigh. This time the facts were extremely dangerous, and at the most critical moment, he was turned over by his opponent in the form of a business group. [

From now on, the city of Jinan is like a wall of iron and steel, and neither I nor Liu Zeqing have a chance...

He was standing in the courtyard, Zheng Zhong was in a daze, when suddenly a human face slowly rose above the courtyard wall.

Amidst the screams of the maids and boys, the furry face suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of big white teeth.

"who are you?"

At this time, Qian Changshi can still ask in a trembling and majestic voice as to whether he is a nobleman.

"It doesn't matter who I am, as long as you know who our lord is."

"Zhang Zhenglu?"

"Yes."

That big hairy face has turned into a black and short man, he climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard, when he jumped down, the light of the ax in his hand flashed, and the head of a courtyard guard had already been chopped off.

After the bloody head flew out, the man chuckled and said to the pale-faced Qian Changshi: "Our lords always take revenge for every grudge, Qian Changshi, don't think about those who have and don't have it, your family is doomed." Now, I ask your caretaker to surrender. We will not kill innocent servants, and we will not kill maids and boys, but you and your clansmen, whoever is higher than the shaft of the car are dead, regardless of men, women, old or young. Can't escape the sharp ax in my hand."

"This, this... Where is the law of the king, what is the law of heaven!"

Qian Changshi felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end, and the black gauze hat on his head was about to fall off. Seeing the rows of men with axes jumping down from the courtyard wall, everything in front of him was like hell. The man holding the ax was a ghost that came out of the ground. Although he didn't swing the ax at him for the time being, the servants and guards who gathered in the front yard were already howling like ghosts who had been hacked.

"The ax in my hand is the law of heaven, and the ax in my hand is justice."

Ma Sanbiao feels comfortable cutting, and Jinan has been in a mess for a while, Zhang Shouren's hard work is almost in vain, although everything is back on track after many twists and turns, Fushan Salt and all Fushan's industries are bound to enter, and the business group is also the owner of Fushanying Extension, the city was finally taken down, but the unsatisfaction during the period happened to be hacked desperately with the sharp ax in hand today, so as to vent out.

When he approached the bewildered Qian Changshi, the ax in his hand didn't hesitate at all. With one stroke of the ax, it hit Master Changshi's neck without hindrance, and the ax blade passed smoothly. He had a very proud and domineering head in his days, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief. It seemed that he couldn't believe that his majestic palace chief Shi was beheaded by such a vulgar man.

"Pooh!"

Ma Sanbiao spat heavily on his head, and then never looked at it again. A new situation in Shandong had opened up, and the man in front of him, like his fallen head, was already a dust of history.