"A few days ago, Liu Er suddenly sent troops to Xuyi, the official army was defeated, and Xuyi County was lost, and Xuyi Zhixian also let Liu Er be killed." Wang Bingling nodded and said, her tone was very stiff.

However, Yang Bo listened to it and didn't feel too surprised, what kind of goods were the guards of the Ming Dynasty at this time, Yang Bo had seen it.

Their opponent was Liu Er, who was a group of outlaws, and they had the new type of firecracker secretly provided by Yang Bo in their hands, and it was no wonder that the official army could win.

"Liu Er captured a county seat? Now there is a lot of excitement to watch. Yang Bo said lightly, looking a little gloating.

A snowflake floated and landed on Sister Bing's lips, Wang Bingling's serious face was vivid, Yang Bo looked at it, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Wang Bingling seemed to be aware, couldn't help touching the corners of his mouth, glared at Yang Bo, and said: "It is said that you bought a hundred new-style firecrackers for Liu Er, you are enough for chicken thieves, aren't you afraid that the government will know and send troops to kill your Shenjiabao?" ”

"Selling the firearm to Liu Er was handled by the hall master, why do you want the government to know?"

Yang Bo didn't think so, and while walking forward, on the Shenmei Highway in front, someone was already clearing the snow on the road, Wang Bingling followed, trampling on the snow on the road as if he was angry, as if he was angry with someone.

"Officers and soldiers? I'm really not afraid, hehe..."Yang Bo smiled, looking light and breezy.

The so-called guards are a group of children of military households, who fight a good fight, and by the way, they can make a little money and make a small fortune, and they really want to go to the battlefield to fight for their lives, don't count on it.

This is no wonder that the military households, but the military system of the Ming Dynasty has been accumulated for a long time, and the ordinary military households have been bullied and oppressed by the officials, and the military salaries have been deducted, the land has been seized, and they have become farmers who cultivate the land for the officials.

Yang Bo has a reloading firing pistol that is ahead of the times, even if there are only 500 people in the musket camp, he is not afraid of the officers and soldiers.

Yang Bo glanced at Wang Bingling and saw that she was frowning and pursed her lips, obviously not believing it.

Yang Bo said again: "At the beginning in Meizhen, my fast horse team only had 20 people, plus more than 50 hunters, but I killed more than 100 officers and soldiers of Qiu Qianhu, how could I take such officers and soldiers in my eyes?" ”

"Hmph.." Wang Bingling squinted at Yang Bo, handsome and unpretentious, arrogant and unspoken, looking at it made people feel indebted, very indebted, "That.. What's in your eyes? ”

The two had already crossed the fork in the road leading to the new bridge and came to the road in front of the stone temple, where the snow had been cleared and the road was paved with gravel and was not muddy.

If the time had gone forward 500 years, the people of later generations would have sighed and blamed the current rulers for their complacency and short-sightedness, which made China miss the age of sailing.

Yang Bo couldn't help but stop, looking eastward, and didn't make a sound, but just made up for the situation of hundreds of boats competing for the current on the turbulent sea, at that moment, Yang Bo's eyes were as clear as a pool of clear water, and his eyes were faint, which also made Wang Bingling, who was walking with him, suddenly feel strange in his heart.

Wang Bingling stomped the snow on his feet, was silent for a while, and said: "The official army is losing troops in Xuyi, and many officials under the jurisdiction of Huai'an Mansion have been dismissed, and Zuo Wencan of Haizhou is also among them. ”

Yang Boqi said: "Zuo Wencan is in Haizhou, far away from Xuyi, how can he be implicated?" ”

"Didn't Qiu Qianhu and his people die in Meizhen?" Wang Bingling choked.

At the beginning, Qiu Sizhou brought people to Meizhen and wanted to blockade Xishan, but he was instructed by Wang Ximing, the governor of the governor, and later Zuo Wencan directly gave the emperor a recital, saying that Qiu Qianhu brought troops to Meizhen, Haizhou did not know, which was equivalent to beating Wang Ximing's small report, and the two of them were married.

"The officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, hehe... Wang Ximing is communiquing personal vendettas. Yang Bo shook his head and sighed, and said, "Haizhou is coming to Xinzhizhou?" ”

"Not yet, Xie Wenzhi is temporarily acting on behalf of Zhizhou."

"Haha.. Isn't that just right? Yang Bo laughed, Xie Wenzhi is the master of the three halls and his own person.

"Exactly?" Wang Bingling said coldly: "Do you know how much silver we have used for this? Now the second hall master is still a daizhizhou, and it's not over yet, those Dutch..."

"Are you saying that if I hand over those red-haired fans, Lord Xie can take off the pronouns on his head?" Yang Boqi said.

Wang Bingling glanced at Yang Bo and didn't make a sound, this is the default.

Yang Bo said with a smile: "Lord Xie is a blessing in disguise, the next time I see him, I will definitely ask him to invite me to a drink."

Wang Bingling glanced at Yang Bo and said, "What about Zuo Wencan, if you know that Xuyi's affairs are also caused by you, you will kill you, and you will not be able to resolve your hatred." ”

Zuo Wencan? Yang Bo hasn't seen it, in fact, Yang Bo has never been interested in the Daming Mansion, is it dead or alive, it's his business? However, his wife Feng Yawen and Yang Bo were impressed.

Yang Bo remembered the first time he and Feng Yawen met, and said in his heart: "Mrs. Feng, are you okay now?" ”

It's not good, since the news of Zuo Wencan's dismissal came, the Zhizhou Mansion has fallen like the sky has fallen, and the clouds are gloomy, how can Feng Yawen be well?

Zuo Wencan's hair was white overnight, and he stayed in the study for several days, found a self-paste of "Yin Fu Jing", and practiced words while reciting the scriptures, and refused all visitors, saying that it was to cultivate oneself.

Self-cultivation is easier said than done, first of all, you have to put down the word fame and fortune, but Lord Zuo can't let go, in his life, in addition to studying when he was young, he will only be an official, and now the black gauze hat is not guaranteed, it will be like the walking dead, and life will lose its meaning.

Sure enough, Lord Zuo didn't write a few words, didn't read a few passages, so he was upset, picked up the wine jug, drank wine, and got drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows.

Yahuan Cui'er gently pushed open the door, walked in carefully, tiptoeing, for fear of making a noise and making the old man angry, she came to call the old man to go to the dining room for lunch, when he came in, the old man buried his head in the crook of his arm, and held a wine jug in one hand.

The lord is drunk today.

"Sir, Madame has prepared a meal." Cui'er let out a soft cry.

Zuo Wencan twisted his head slightly, revealing a mouth spewing wine, his expression was blurred, and he snorted, but his body was still lying there.

"Sir.."

Cui'er emboldened herself and screamed again, this time a little louder.

In this life, Lord Zuo lives a very aggrieved life, he can't let go of himself, he lives freely, he studied hard in the cold window when he was young, he is not qualified to live a chic life, and he is satisfied if he can eat a full meal.

Later, I was a jinshi and became an official, only to know that the officialdom was sinister, and if I was not careful, there were no bones, and it was like facing the abyss, walking on thin ice, flattering to the officials, and preparing the silver sooner or later, pretending to be a subordinate to the subordinates, and paying attention to a majesty and bearing, even at home, in the face of the wife, I had to make a polite, humble gentleman's appearance, I always had to hold it, and I was so tired of living.

Now that the official position is gone, Zuo Wencan can't care about any bearing, he looked up at Cui'er, his eyes were drunk, he burped, and his mouth was full of wine.

Cui'er is a girl, her appearance is average, fortunately, she is young, she comes in from outside, her little face is blown by the cold wind, she is red, waiting for the master, and she is very careful, she looks frightened, somehow, in Zuo Wencan's drunken eyes, she looks very pure and lovely.

Maybe it was because of the wine, Zuo Wencan's heart moved, he suddenly raised his hand, pulled Cui'er over, held Cui'er's little head, and came over with a mouth full of wine.

"Sir.."

Cui'er was frightened, screaming to escape, but she was hugged by Zuo Wencan, and she couldn't get out, Cui'er had never seen the master behave like this, her eyes were bloodshot, scarlet and scarlet, her face was distorted, and it was very terrifying.

"Sir, ma'am."

Cui'er cried and screamed, struggling more violently, at this time Zuo Wencan was almost crazy, and when he heard this, he suddenly became angry, raised his hand and slapped Cui'er's cheek hard, and said angrily: "Don't mention Mrs. Lao Tzu, what's wrong with Mrs., for so many years, I haven't been able to give birth to a boy and a girl, even if it's a sow, it's time to give birth." ”

Zuo Wencan grabbed Cui'er's bun, pulled one of her faces, and said urgently: "Cui'er, let the master take good care of you today, maybe you can give birth to a big fat boy for the master." ”

"Master, madam..."Cui'er pointed behind the master, crying loudly, struggling.

"Boom...."

There was also the sound of porcelain breaking, Zuo Wencan followed the prestige, but saw that Mrs. was standing at the door of the study, the tray in her hand had already fallen to the ground, porcelain fragments were scattered all over the ground, and the decanting soup was splashed everywhere.

What she saw and heard just now was like a bolt from the blue, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Feng Yawen would definitely not believe it, for a while, she was stunned, and she didn't know what to do.

Zuo Wencan's hand was loosened, and Cui'er finally escaped the clutches, covered her face, squatted down, and cried profusely.

Even if Zuo Wencan wanted to take a concubine, Feng Yawen never objected, she felt guilty because she couldn't have children, and even persuaded Zuo Wencan to take a concubine, how could the woman's appearance be comparable to Cui'er? But Zuo Wencan always swears, saying that she is alone in this life, singing the wind and admiring the moon together, listening to the music, holding hands and looking at each other without complaining, and staying for a lifetime, which is enough.

Every time Feng Yawen thinks about it, she is moved to tears, but now it seems that it is all a lie?

In his eyes, she is not as good as a sow that can lay calves?

This is a great insult to her, Feng Yawen was angry, her face was blue with anger, and she trembled.

The look on Feng Yawen's face became colder and colder, a chill rose under her eyes, and her eyes were like ice, staring at Zuo Wencan.

Zuo Wencan has also been in the limelight, he became an official in the Jinshi, and he is obedient to her, and he is obedient, but now he is drunk all day long, like a lump of mud, he can't help him, he is willing to fall, Cui'er is a mediocre girl, it is worth your roughness? Willing to be cheap, no matter how you look at it, you look like a poor person.

Poor people will have something to hate.

Zuo Wencan, you hypocrite, I hate you to death.

"Madame, I..."

Zuo Wencan opened his mouth and stammered, his face was like ashes, he stood up awkwardly, he didn't dare to look at Feng Yawen's shining cold eyes, and turned his gaze out of the window in embarrassment.

Snowflakes outside the window, a few snowflakes, fell silently on the edge of the window.

Inside the house, Cui'er squatted on the ground, her slender shoulders swaying, crying intermittently.

Needless to say, any explanation was superfluous, and she didn't want to hear it.

Feng Yawen's heart gradually became cold, as cold as snowflakes falling outside the window, and she didn't even want to look at Zuo Wencan.

Feng Yawen breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left, went out, hurried to the front yard, and instructed the steward to prepare the carriage, saying that she was going to go out of the door.

The snow is still drifting, there is a cold sky and snow outside, the cold wind is blowing, such a cold wind and snow weather, Madame is going out? The coachman felt strange, but he still prepared the car with his hands and feet, and Feng Yawen carried her skirt and dodged into the carriage.

"Madame, where are you going?" The coachman approached, bowed and asked.

PS. Book friends made some suggestions.,I think it's quite pertinent.,According to those suggestions,There will be some changes in the previous chapters.,The direction of writing in this chapter.,It's been adjusted.,Maybe it's a little out of touch with the front.,After the changes are completed.,It's smooth.,This inconveniences are caused.,Panda apologizes.