When the air wave of the explosion hit, Yang Qing suddenly slapped on the opposite wall, and then was bounced back and fell to the ground, and there were also more wounds on his body from broken wood and gravel, but the strange thing was that the silver coin that had fallen to the ground did not move in the furious waves of gunsmoke, and it glistened to the tip of his nose like embedded in the paved stone slab......

The dragon is face up.

"Ma, do you want to play with me?"

Yang Qing roared in grief and anger amid countless frightened screams.

The silver coin instantly flowed like mercury and turned into three silver characters in a blink of an eye, looking at these three words, Yang Qing stood up helplessly, raised his feet and rubbed the oracle hatefully, and then looked at the position of his carriage.

The carriage was gone.

Fragments of the carriage were scattered all around, and the horses driving were equally blown to pieces, a bloody horse's head was beside him, and the house slaves guarding him on one side had only one leg left, and the house slaves in front and behind were also bloody on the stone slabs of the paved road, and there were more than a dozen unlucky civilians killed and wounded around, and the people who had been leisurely and cooling off in front and behind scattered in terror and fled......

"This scene is so familiar!"

He sighed from the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, a group of soldiers from the Five Cities Terracotta Division hurriedly arrived, and the officer leading the team saw that it was Yang Qing and hurriedly saluted.

"Pass my order, martial law in Jingshi!"

Yang Qing said gloomily with his hands behind his back.

The officer did not hesitate to pick up the whistle hanging on his chest and blew it, and then the soldiers behind him quickly began to drive the pedestrians who had regained their composure back to their respective homes, Yang Qing just stood there with his hands behind his back and looked at the mess in front of him, and soon the drums of the curfew on the drum tower began to sound. At the same time, more officers of Jinyiwei and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division arrived at the scene and left with Yang Qing's order, followed by the commanders of the 15th Army and the commanders of the brigades stationed in Nanjing, and then they also left with the orders of the Marquis of Zhongyong. Groups of soldiers of this army appeared on the streets where the curfew began, and drove the idlers home in full armor, and in this way, nearly 40,000 people in Jinyiwei, the soldiers and horses of the five cities, and the fifteenth army, began a city-wide manhunt.

At night, the city of Nanjing was instantly filled with a panic atmosphere.

After all, this is the first time.

The city has spent more than 200 years in a peaceful atmosphere, more than 200 years have not faced the war, even if the Shun army went south before, it was just to create some panic rumors, in fact, the Shun army did not even pass the **, and the people of Nanjing could not see the war.

But now it is the first time in more than 200 years that the city's inhabitants have been confronted with war.

Although it was only an explosion.

A guy in the crowd with at least twenty pounds of gunpowder tied to his body did not know how to identify the carriage of the Marquis of Zhongyong, and then under the cover of the large number of pedestrians on the street, he suddenly crashed into the carriage of the Marquis of Zhongyong and detonated the gunpowder. Fortunately, Zhongyonghou reacted quickly and jumped out of the car before he hit it, of course, it is believed that he will not be injured even if he does not jump out, in short, in the end, in addition to the attacker, only four domestic slaves and four pedestrians were killed, and a dozen others were injured

This is the assassin of Jiannu.

It must be a Jiannu assassin, and there will be no one else, after all, this is the most famous tactic of the Eight Banners Divine Army.

"Who did this?"

On the second floor of a grocery store in Nanjing, walking in the military aircraft department that had just been established in the Qing Dynasty, Fan Chengmo, the governor of Fujian who was imprisoned and died by Geng Jingzhong during the San Francisco in history, stood behind the curtain and looked at the group of mountain soldiers who walked quickly outside.

He is the second son of Fan Wencheng.

After all, Jinyiwei has been in the limelight in recent years, especially the legend of getting Sun Zhiqi out of Beijing without knowing it, which has made all forces see the benefits of the secret agency. Including those Wenchen also supported, but they were afraid of being executed by Jinyiwei every day, and before that, many high-ranking officials, including Wang Aoyong, the governor of Shandong, were executed by Jinyiwei, and the latter even set fire to his home, which was almost wiped out. Those pillars of the Qing Dynasty who were on the execution list in absentia were living like a year, and it would be a good thing to force Yang Qing to rein in with a counterattack from the Military Aircraft Department, they didn't expect the assassination to kill Yang Qing, as long as they forced Yang Qing to stop the execution with assassination.

And this newly established military aircraft department is basically a group of Fan Chengmo, who have a common enmity with Yang Qing.

But they really didn't do it this time.

"It's a pity that I didn't kill that demon!"

Fan Sanba next to him said hatefully.

He is the son of Fan Yongdou, people like Fan Chengmo are not familiar with Nanjing, and there must be a person who is familiar with Nanjing and understands business in order to get a perfect disguise, Fan Sanba has become the most suitable person, and by the way, he really has to engage in some business activities.

He didn't have a grudge against Yang Qing for killing his father.

After his father was killed by Liu Zongmin in the Fan family in Jiexiu, he was angry and hated that his health had not been very good in recent years, but after handing over the business group, he was still raised by Dolgon to become a Zhenghuang Banner, in fact, he was in charge of Changlu salt affairs for our Daqing, after all, the Fan family was the main salt merchant of Changlu salt before, and after being a real person of our Daqing, he could better serve the masters. The remnants of the other Jin merchants who were poisoned by Liu Zongmin were basically the result, and our Qing Dynasty was still very sure of their past, and they were all rewarded for being included in the banner and directly belonged to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and continued to serve our Qing Dynasty on the economic front.

"They ......"

Before Fan Chengmo finished speaking, a team of brocade guards appeared outside.

The two of them quickly stopped talking.

Immediately afterwards, the team of brocade guards led the dog to their downstairs and began to knock on the courtyard door next to the small building, and a subordinate who acted as a man in the courtyard immediately raised his head and looked at Fan Chengmo, Fan Chengmo nodded, the guy walked over and opened the door, and more than a dozen brocade guards walked in with the dog.

"What is the business of the masters?"

Fan Sanba stepped forward and said grovelly.

"Your accent isn't local, is it?"

Jinyi Wei Xiaoqi, who led the team, looked at Fan Chengmo, who also looked humble behind him, and then stared at Fan Sanba and said.

"The small one is the merchant of the Qin Domain, who set up a number to receive goods in Nanjing, and the small one has the road guide of the Qin Domain."

Fan Sanba hurriedly handed over the road guide.

Li Zicheng and Yang Qing trade between the merchants have this, he opened the road, to the Ming side of the tax customs stamped to show tax payment, the same side of the road guide in Li Zicheng's side of the tax customs also stamped tax payment, there is this can prove its legal identity, it is also convenient to collect taxes, there is no tax payment certificate next stop will be seized, but Li Zicheng's side of the identity of the merchant is not very strict, it is easy to get the road guide, the rest just need to walk along the trade road.

Fan Chengmo: That's how they came over.

The brocade guard took the guide and quietly put away the banknotes underneath.

At this time, the banknotes were already in use.

But it's not an empty treasure banknote, but a standard metal currency standard, which can be freely exchanged with the Imperial Bank, and businessmen have become more and more fond of this, after all, the identity of the Imperial Bank is there, and the money bank may collapse, and the Imperial Bank will not collapse as long as the loyal and brave marquis does not die, and even some government payments have begun to use this.

"Open the warehouse!"

The brocade guard Xiaoqi said.

His attitude has improved a lot, but the inspection is a must.

Fan Sanba hurriedly commanded his men to open the door of the warehouse, which was full of all kinds of goods, mainly silk and tea, Li Zicheng controlled the land trade to the west, and the trade routes in Central Asia and even Russia were all run by his merchants, these goods were legal, and the Jinyi guard who collected the money was not too harsh, but commanded his subordinates to check a few pieces casually.

"Master, the little ones are all serious businessmen!"

Fan Sanba said with a smiling face.

The brocade-clothed guard Xiaoqi looked indifferently at the subordinate who opened a bag of tea bricks.

But at this moment, the dog they had been holding suddenly barked, the little flag frowned, and immediately signaled to the subordinate who led the dog, who led the dog and quickly stepped forward, but the dog did not run to the tea, but rushed directly to the bottom of the tea stack, and vigorously arched his head to the gap between the tea bags.

"Move out!"

The little flag said.

"Master, it's all some tea!"

Fan Sanba said.

Then he motioned for the man to move the tea bag away, exposing the tea bag underneath, the dog immediately found its target, pounced on one of the bags of tea and barked wildly, a brocade guard directly opened the bag, inside was a stack of tea bricks, the dog barked harder, brocade guard took out a tea brick and broke it but did not find anything abnormal, and then he picked up the second one.

"Master, it's really all tea, it's all going to be transported to the Rakshasa country, and the small ones who walk tens of thousands of miles are just to make some hard-earned money, and if they are broken, they are worthless."

Fan Sanba pleaded.

As he spoke, he quietly stuffed a few more bills into the little flag.

The little flag took the bill.

The brocade guards all looked at him, and the dog was still barking, Fan Sanba hesitated and took out a few more bills, but this time the small flag did not take it, he stood there and looked at the erected sack, which could be seen in the shape of stacks of tea bricks......

"It's just some tea."

Fan Sanba stuffed the banknote into his hand and said with a smiling face.

Suddenly, the little flag pushed him away and walked to the side of the bag of tea, reached out and lifted it up suddenly, and a brocade guard next to him immediately lifted him on his shoulder, and he went up to his waist in a very standard and familiar movement that Fan Sanba was very familiar with, and then immediately put it on the ground. The next moment, without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out the knife at his waist, and cut open the sack with a knife, and all the tea bricks inside were scattered, and even several were cut off by his knife, and two of the cut tea bricks were impressively hollow, and the black gunpowder inside continued to flow outward.

"I've been moving tea bricks on the canal for more than ten years, do you think I don't know how heavy such a bag of tea bricks should be?"

The brocade-clothed guard Xiaoqi turned around and said with a cruel smile.

"Do it!"

The next moment, Fan Chengmo yelled without the slightest hesitation.