The big knife waved and the head fell to the ground.

In just half a month, a terrifying bloody storm was quickly spread throughout the Qing Dynasty.

The soldiers who had been under Zhang Chen's management for many years and had not killed much in the war, this time they started killing themselves, but the target was their own people!

Zhang Chen's inlaid white flag and Dorgon's Zhengbai flag were naturally reserved early and controlled by Baozhu.

In this court, most of the Han officials and countless officers had more or less shadows of the association, so it was naturally impossible to resist Zhang Chen's decision.

After all, even if Zhang Chen died, the relationship association is still there. As long as they do it at will, they can naturally easily turn themselves into dust.

So, the one who resisted the most became the royal family, clan relatives, and the old nobles of the Eight Banners.

And these people are really vulnerable in Baozhu's hands.

Those who resisted were implicated in the nine tribes and were killed in the whole family. If there were disobedient people, they would be directly bombarded. Although the means of Lingchi seemed a little cruel, it was also just such means that she quickly settled down on her throne, sorted out the government affairs, and used the powerful means and ruthless character cultivated by the big and small. Soon, the Qing Dynasty returned to a normal state of smooth operation.

Even under the advance awareness that Zhang Chen could cultivate, Baozhu even led the empire to undergo some reforms, which made it a great breakthrough that was nearly a hundred years ahead!

After three months, everything returns to peace.

The powerful public opinion quickly made the people think that the girl sitting on the dragon throne at this time was the reincarnation of the god and the true dragon emperor, and the torture suffered by those who disobey was a heavenly disaster, which was inevitable.

The auspicious signs that appear everywhere make them trust the orb.

But for the Orb, all this was not so easy.

After helping her a lot, the relationship association fell apart instantly. According to what Yang Yi said, this was Zhang Chen's instructions during his lifetime. They asked them to separate the mutual assistance association, and several big heads separated their families, took away part of their own property, and set up their own businesses. The fund and the lottery belonged to the Baozhu. The lottery became a national undertaking. The fund was the Baozhu's private vault and allowed to use it.

Those members of the association who have their own strengths are allowed to choose, or subordinate to the jewel. They either join Yang Yi and others, or leave on their own, and make a living, not the same is enough.

This split obviously destroyed the huge organization that enveloped the entire land of China in an instant.

Although money and people are still there, it is impossible to continue to build such a power.

Baozhu was also quite disappointed with this, but she knew that Zhang Chen’s plan was never simple to let herself sit on the dragon throne, or even to let her Baozhu become the emperor.

All he needed was an emperor who was enlightened and strong enough. As for who it was, he never cared about it.

And if you need to rely on an unofficial organization to protect your status, then no matter how enlightened you are, you cannot get to Zhang Chen's gaze!

So, she quickly integrated the power in her hands, and soon, the legacy that Zhang Chen left to her was already operating quickly.

At the same time, Yang Yi and others completely disappeared on this land.

Baozhu didn't know where they went, but she knew that when these people appeared again, she and they might have become enemies!

After everything was settled, Baozhu finally had some free time.

So, after these three months, she resolutely decided to go to a place.

It was a small village, quite peaceful and peaceful.

Children play happily in the village, men and women work hard, but few elderly people appear here, and occasionally a few of them are worried, which makes this village, which is originally energetic and extremely depressing.

Baozhu is not clear about the name of this village.

But she knew that the residents in this village were originally members of an organization - Iron Gun Club!

"No one left!" Baozhu waved his hand gently and said to the soldiers behind him.

Her voice seemed extremely calm, as if she was talking about what to eat for lunch, which was so peaceful that it was terrifying.

The performance of those soldiers was also unusually satisfied Baozhu. They lowered their heads and shouted softly, "Yes!"

As he said that, his body rushed forward instantly, waved the saber in his hand, and directly slashed the heads of the children in the village!

"What are you doing!" Suddenly, the old men with gloomy faces noticed the situation here, and hurriedly rushed forward with a loud shout, waved to stop them.

But these soldiers ignored who they were. The knife in their hands was naturally blind. With a slight wave, they immediately cut off the two of them. The blood splattered, spilling the children's bodies red, and several children suddenly fainted with screams.

This scream immediately attracted all the villagers. They quickly took the sickle and hoe from their homes and rushed forward quickly. They almost used their martial arts to the extreme, but they could not stop the hundreds of cavalrymen. After a while, they were already lying down!

Zheng!

At this moment, a cold light suddenly flashed, and then more than ten iron cavalry rushed forward in the blink of an eye. The leader was a man, with white clothes like snow, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, as if he was like an immortal!

The man moved his body and flew forward, dancing his sword, instantly removing the weapons from the hands of more than ten soldiers.

Then, he stretched out his long sword and pointed at the pearl from afar, "Stop!"

"Stop!" Baozhu shouted coldly, then looked at the man, "Zhulan, do you want to stop me too?"

"Why don't I stop you?" Zhu Lan said, "If you said that what you did in the Qing Dynasty a few days ago was to consolidate your position, then what is your behavior now? You have to kill these innocent villagers. Are you really planning to become a demon king who kills without blinking!"

"Hmph, if these people hadn't involved that many things, how could Ama die? Since they killed Ama, they had to pay the price for it!" Baozhu snorted coldly.

"Enough, I know you feel sad about losing your father, but this is not the reason why you vent your anger on these people." Zhulan sighed, "This place is within the border of my Dashun Kingdom. Please leave quickly, otherwise, your behavior can be considered a provocation!"

"Are you determined to protect them?" Baozhu asked with a frown.

"Since they are above my territory, I need to protect them!" Zhulan said, "I don't want to show up with you, but please don't make things difficult for me!"

"Okay! OK! OK!" Baozhu laughed, "Of course I won't make you embarrassed, but the next time I meet, it will be the moment we will die!"

As she said that, she waved her whip and turned around and left!

Zhulan looked at her back and sighed a long time, and a tenderness flashed in her eyes instantly.

Then, he turned around and looked behind him.

But I saw a woman sitting on the horse, her thin body seemed to fall down like the wind blowing, and her pale face clearly showed a pathological look.

"Why did you know she would come here?" Zhulan asked.

Zhang Qingwei shook her head, and then her pale face turned pale, "This is the only thing I can know. As for why I know, you naturally don't need to ask more. Anyway, even if you ask, I can't tell you."

She smiled miserably, reached out and held Zhang Huazhao's urn in her arms, and slowly drove the horses away.

Zhulan frowned and suddenly heard Zhang Qingwei's faint whisper.

"What is the Qing Dynasty, what is the Great Success? The world is Manchu, Han, men, and women, but, after all, isn't it from your family..."

"The struggle between the two sides of the Yangtze River, the struggle between feudal and republic, the struggle between capital and aristocrats continues to develop under the struggle, and can real fairness be achieved in the war?"

"This...is just your bad taste, right?"

...

A white light flashed, Zhang Chen opened his eyes, and then he felt a pain in his stomach. Then, a scream suddenly sounded in his ears.

He looked at Yu Lingrong, who was rolling on the ground with his fists in confusion, and asked curiously, "What's going on with you?"

"I just want to punch you..." Yu Lingrong's eyes were filled with tears, "But why the one who was injured was me..."

"So why did you hit me!"

When Yu Lingrong heard him say this, he immediately raised his body, and didn't care about his red fist, and immediately pointed his hand at his head.

"Look at it yourself, what's going on!"

Zhang Chen looked closely and saw that the bangs in front of her forehead had somehow changed into a ball of poop-like curly hair, and there was a faint pink color in it!

"Have you done your hair?" Zhang Chen asked.

"I want to do my hair and straighten this thing, but I spent all five or six thousand in my membership card. The hair still remains like this. Tell me if this is the one you are doing it!" Yu Lingrong roared angrily.

Zhang Chen did not answer her, but instead asked, "Where is your body recovered?"

"The body has recovered..." Yu Lingrong nodded.

"Oh, then what's the matter with me?"

Yu Lingrong hurriedly became serious, "That's right, I got a strange little guy these days, you go to my house to have a look. She seems to be a person from your world..."

"Which world?" Zhang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up, "Take me away and tell me what characteristics she has."
Chapter completed!