Ma Shiying led the generals out of the camp, and Zheng Xiuyue's body was placed in front of him.

The body was covered with gray cloth, loose sleeves, and a dark blue satin belt. It was not a Han Chinese costume, but was almost similar to the Japanese decorations.

"Is he really colluding with the Japanese?" The generals' hearts were ups and downs, and no one dared to speak.

Ma Shiying pointed to the body and spoke like a nagging woman: "See, see, see, if he has no ghost in his heart, how could he commit suicide?"

He didn't know if this could give Zhai Zhe an explanation. If Zhai Zhe wanted to use this to investigate Zheng, the clue would be cut here.

Xu Yiyang no longer paid attention to Ma Shiying and ordered to the soldiers who followed him: "Put away the body of the assassin and carry it away."

He directly pointed out that this person is an assassin. Zheng Sen’s confidant is an assassin. Can Zheng Sen get out of the line?

Everything unknown depends on Zhai Zhe's intention.

Dongying General's Office.

Zhai Zhe stayed alone in the backyard. In recent years, he has been alone and has become more and more lonely.

Liu Suifeng was ordered to raise He Tengjiao from the prison, and he changed his mind and didn't want to see him again. He Tengjiao is already a dead person. With that person's temper, why bother to make things boring? Is it comfortable to be scolded?

After the general was assassinated, Jiangnan was facing a great enemy, and soldiers from all over the country gathered to Zhenjiang and along the Suzhou Prefecture. If the Qing emperors found a loophole, it would be more than worth the loss.

It's dark.

Scarlet lanterns hung on the gatehouse of the General's Mansion, and the guards did not blink, for fear of another mistake.

A row of personal guards escorted a man to the door, and Fang Jin was waiting there.

He greeted the man walking in the front: "General Zheng"

Zheng Sen had a slightly forehead and raised his eyelids very high. This man was just a slave of the general, so he didn't need to be humble. In front of the prime minister's third-rank official, no one in the Jiangnan system dared not to give Fang a few slights, but Zheng Sen would not ask for anything he wanted. He could only exchange things for them.

Fang Jin was not angry, and pointed at the mansion and said, "The General is waiting for you."

Two personal guards escorted Zheng Sen into the backyard of the General's Mansion. There were more than a dozen lights hanging on the two rows of walls, as bright as daylight.

Zhai Zhe sat there alone.

"General, Zheng Sen brought it to you"

Two personal guards followed Fang Jin and retreated to the gate of the yard.

Zheng Sen salutes, “Meet the General”

"You..., why did you assassinate me?"

Zheng Sen's face muscles were twisted and he lowered his head and said, "The General was wrongly blamed me."

"Zheng Xiuyue" Zhai Zhe spit out a name from his mouth, like a thunder thunder struck Zheng Sen's mind, "He fled to the Zheng army camp and was already caught."

Zhai Zhe did not say that he was dead, and Zheng Sen's head lowered because he knew that Zheng Xiuyue was dead. Zheng Xiuyue was with him for more than ten years. He understood that person's habits. They all grew up in Japan and were deeply influenced by Japanese customs.

"Why do you want to get involved?" Zhai Zhe sighed, and then asked sternly: "Am I not generous enough to Zheng? Or should Zheng be against me?"

"This is just my personal work, it has nothing to do with my father, nor has it to do with Zheng's family."

"Just" Zhai Zhe really laughed, "I know you have passed the news to King Yanping. You don't know, but I think your father should know that as long as the imperial edict from the court is passed on to Guangdong, it will become a quagmire for the Zheng family."

Zheng Sen's face was pale.

Zhai Zheyan's implication is that he will not abolish the Tang King because of this. Emperor Longwu Zhu Youjian was still recognized by the Ming Dynasty, so the general will truly control the government. Someone must bear the responsibility for this matter, so he is the only one

"Although you want to kill me, I won't kill you." Zhai Zhe waved his hand and ordered: "Take him down."

The night is dark.

The lights on the Qinhuai River are sparse than before, and you can still hear some sounds of silk and bamboo when you walk closer. Except for the day when the Qing army entered Nanjing, there is never a shortage of happy people here.

A group of soldiers were running, and the neat footsteps were like dull drums.

Xu Yiyang is very familiar with this area, and he has also been looking for fun here. He is not romantic and indifferent to a young man, not to mention that he has an adopted father who once always takes the brothel as the head of a brothel.

"Hold all intersections and no one can escape." Xu Yiyang held his beloved hand gun in his left hand. He had good martial arts skills, and he was taught by Xiao Zhiyan since he was a child and was one of the best in the army. But he never liked to fight with others. He learned about the enemy of thousands of people and knew the tricks of soldiers, so he had so many personal subordinates who had to go into battle bare-handedly. Wouldn't he be a fool?

The sound of silk and bamboo in the river floor stopped, and something seemed to fall to the ground in the room with dim lights, making a noise.

Xu Yiyang's bird gun pointed forward: "Take out all the people in the Hefang for me."

The torch was lit little by little, and the light was reflected in the river.

Following the arrangements of the 100 generals of each battalion, the soldiers rushed to the exquisite courtyards hidden among the trees.

The rude soldiers were not elegant and each used the hilt of the knife to smash the wooden door hard.

"Bang bang bang" "Come out, come out to arrest the imperial prisoner"

The woman's harsh screams, the man's angry rebukes.

Xu Yiyang saw a middle-aged scholar who was cursing at the soldiers in Soufang from afar, spitting everywhere. He knew that person, and few people in Nanjing did not know that person. He was Hou Fangyu, one of the four princes of Fushe.

"It's him, his name is on the list." Xu Yiyang walked over.

Because of Gu Mei, he did not discriminate against people like Qinhuaihefang, but it was different to scholars who always looked higher than the top.

When he got closer, he pointed at Hou Fangyu and ordered: "How dare you resist arrest? Catch me and beat me." He was young and was always very mature because his father died early, so he would not take action in person as a hit.

The warriors of the Ming Dynasty were used to being bullied by civil officials, and the scholars who were fame were masters in every place. The soldiers didn't dare to do anything about Hou Fangyu. After hearing Xu Yiyang's orders, two burly men came up to hold Hou Fangyu's shoulders, and in the middle a big slap like a palm fan was slapped at Hou Fangyu's cheeks and started to whisper, "I'll tell you to scold you, I'll tell you to scold you."

The young master Hou Fangyu could bear this, and he only slapped three or four slaps, spitting out five or six teeth. When he spoke, he started to leak air, and he couldn't understand.

The soldier felt that it was almost done, but Xu Yiyang didn't say anything, and he didn't dare to stop his hands.

After striking for more than ten times, a woman's scream came from thirty or forty steps: "Stop"

Xu Yiyang turned his head. The woman was as beautiful as a lotus in the water, with her hair hanging around her shoulders, and her face was a little haggard.

He recognized this person. She often came to the general's mansion to walk around, and it was Liu Rushi.
Chapter completed!