The north wind swept the white grass and folded, and the snow flew in August. The cold in Saibei is really changeable, and the last late trees a few days ago still bring a little fragrance, but within a few days, the colorful first snow has fallen in a colorful way, and it has also smeared a layer of hoarfrost on the passenger galleon of the Dongjiang River.

Mao Wenlong, who really wanted to sever the relationship between father and son, was dressed in the costume of a marquis, his beard was pouting and flying, and he went up the wooden ladder on crutches without even turning his head, and hummed and got into the first-class cabin.

"Don't worry, the concubine will definitely take care of the old lady, besides, the concubine's father, there are many people in the family in Beijing, there will be no problem!"

The little hand re-tied Mao Jue's cloak loose and strong, a small face became red because of the cold, but it was extremely calm, and Chen Jiao's voice said goodbye softly.

"When the concubine is away, please take care of your body, remember to eat on time, don't stay up too late!"

"Sister Jiao......"

People are not plants and trees, who can be ruthless, Su Yi and Yu Le'er's eyes have become red, however, Mao Jue's face is also expressionless, calm and even a little cold.

"I know!"

"Then, the concubine is gone, master, don't ......, don't read ......"

The voice forced calm, covering his waist, carrying his skirt was an elegant Wanfu, turning around, Chen Jiao also walked silently towards the boat.

"Wait!"

Turned around in disbelief, and the next moment, Chen Jiao's eyes widened incredibly. Hurriedly ran to her, held her cold right hand with his left hand, Mao Jue hugged her little brain melon violently, and kissed it deeply.

This scene, even if it is the contemporaneous West, it can be regarded as shocking, not to mention the traditional etiquette of the East, on the boat, Chen Zanzhong turned his head a little helplessly, Fan Wenju lowered his head in embarrassment and stared at his boots, for the first time, he felt that the patterns on the boots were so good-looking, and a few girls behind him also covered their eyes, however, this time there was a trace of envy in the big red eyes, saying that it was ruthless, but looking at it from the cabin window, the old man also shook his head helplessly, laughing and scolding.

"This stinky boy!"

The most poignant is parting, but the most beautiful is not a reunion, hugging each other for half a minute, both sides are a little breathing, Mao Jue let go of Chen Jiao, looking at her slightly red and swollen lips, Mao Jue said with a little pain on her face.

"Take care all the way, wait for me! I will definitely pick you up and bring the old man back!"

The most beautiful and difficult promise is waiting for me! Like Mao Jue's era, love is vigorous, and how many can wait for each other for more than three years? Only in this era, the oldest and seemingly least free love, can make such a promise! Chen Jiao nodded heavily.

The drifting snow flew all over the sky, and in the sound of the sailor's horn, the sail that was pulled up also puffed up under the north wind, pushing the heavy sailboat to slowly accelerate, leaving the port, watching the sailboat sail, the Dongjiang officer who accompanied the escort sighed at the same time, but his heart was relieved, at this time against the empire, everyone was not ready for that psychological preparation.

fluttering, Kong Youde, who worshiped Mao Wenlong as his father-in-law, knelt in the snow and kowtowed heavily.

The snowflakes had already accumulated a thin layer on the collar of his coat, and the ship in front of him had gradually drifted away, and for a long time, Adriana was on the side, cautiously asking for instructions.

"Master, the old lady and Sister Chen Jiao have already gone away, let's go back!"

"General, are the troops still assembled to Iron Mountain?"

Then, Fan Wenju also asked by his side, the voices of the two people seemed to finally pull Mao Jue back to his senses, first nodded to Fan Wenju, Mao Jue said very firmly.

"The troops continue to assemble, the military orders are like mountains, how can the orders be changed overnight? After assembling at Tieshan, the army boarded the ship, sailed around Lee's Korea, and drove straight to the northern frontier, and in November, the main force of the Dongjiang River was to assemble at Vladivostok!"

This time Li Shanhai intervened in this foot, how could Mao Jue easily let go of Li's North Korea, the mighty troops, on behalf of the anger of the Dongjiang River, came to an armed parade, it is estimated that this year, King Renzu in Wang Jing still has many civil and military classes, and he is destined to have a bad year!

However, after giving the order, his eyes turned back to Adriana, and Mao Jue's gaze rarely spewed out a wave of anger and blame, and he saw that Adriana's heart was beating heavily again, and she immediately lowered her head.

Although the internal security force is the commander of Mao Lance and Ying Ji, but the defense arrangement is arranged by her, the confidential secretary, If no one opens his mouth, Li Shanhai is friendly and capable, and can invite Chen Zanzhong, who should get out, and let him persuade Mao Wenlong.

It's just that the look of the eyes also flashed away, Chen Jiao also went to Jingshi, the pattern of male and female protagonists under Mao Wenlong's plan was broken again, the Mao family clan was too few, when Mao Jue was not there, only Adriana was the one who really presided over the internal affairs of the Dongjiang River, in front of the generals and outsiders, Mao Jue would not refute her face, finally, Mao Jue still nodded, but his eyes immediately became fierce.

"Don't go home first, prepare the carriage, I'm going to go to Garao Mountain!"

Now Mao Jue is in a very bad mood, as a warlord, when he is in a bad mood, naturally someone will be unlucky!

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In the sound of ping-pong, the pickaxe hit the hard iron mine hard, and every hand was frozen blue by the cold, and the Dongjiang River was not all sunshine, but also had its dark side, that is, various mines.

Manpower is too precious, workshops, building, farming, animal husbandry, all positions are tight, so the hardest and worst front-line miners, the Dongjiang used are all prisoners of war, the prisoners of war of the Tokugawa family, the prisoners of war after the war with the Qing Dynasty, the Korean soldiers of the Li clan who once secretly fought with the country, and the entire Dongjiang area, all the criminals and death row prisoners were all put here.

The Garao Mountain Mine Workshop, which is the largest prison in the Dongjiang River

It's just that the Dongjiang people are still treated preferentially after all, so in the shouting and digging of the trumpet, the eight shirtless people are shivering from the cold, but they look oily and slippery, and the Tang people with bundled hair are particularly conspicuous in a bunch of dwarves with a bald scoop with a moon head and a small wisp of money rat tail.

"Li Dabiao, Zhao Lian, a few of you come out!"

This is a mine and a prison, and there is a thick iron gate at the entrance of each mine road, and suddenly, the door strip on the iron gate is opened, and a voice shouts coldly.

There was a rare opportunity to rest and breathe, and under the envious eyes of the prisoners who had been here for several years, the eight fellows put down their pickaxes, squatted down by the wall, and were immediately shackled by the guards who came in and pulled out.

In the movie, one by one, the brocade guards fly the eaves and walk the wall, and the martial arts are strong, but in fact, this is the largest collection of several generations of officials, just look at Chongzhen's reward, Lao Tzu is reluctant to reward his son, add a brocade cloth thousand households and a hundred brocade clothes or something, the name is good, but it is actually useless.

Hongwu, Jinyiwei in the Yongle year is really majestic, Jingtai, although the Jinyiwei in the Zhengde period has gone downhill, the fierce power is still there, but as the power of the civil official group is more and more prosperous, in the Wanli period, the first auxiliary scholar Zhang Juzheng did not even allow Jinyiwei to command the envoy to the court, to the era of Wei Zhongxian, Jinyiwei is just a dog, go out to catch someone, bark twice, Chongzhen got rid of Wei Zhongxian, as an accomplice Jinyiwei is even more suffering from the pond fish, was cut a few times, detectives and prisons are strictly restricted, except for a guard of honor, It was only left to go out of the palace to pass on the holy decree.

This is the case with Li Dabiao and Zhao Lian in front of him, to be honest, they are still beautiful this time, and they are here to pass on the decree to Mao Jue for promotion.

It is rare that the emperor's grace is imminent, the war is imminent, Chongzhen is in the line of fire to promote Mao Jue to the Dongjiang General Army, and the little yellow silk is them, not only that, but also to Mao Wenlong to add Xibo, and Chen Jiao Sanpin Hao, this head wants Mao Jue to fight to the death with Jiannu, and the other head is afraid that he will rebel, and wants to detain his father and wife to Beijing as a hostage, and the moved Mao Jue is full of inner cows, taking advantage of the eight brocade guards to scold and scold when the boat went back, stretched out his black hand, reported that he was missing on the rocks, and then enthusiastically left them in the Dongjiang mine to sit more.

But in the end, Emperor Chongzhen seemed to have succeeded, standing under the iron railing with eight brocade guards, Mao Jue's eyes were as gloomy as a knife.

Bang dang.

In the crisp voice, the eight knives were really thrown down, and several guards untied the shackles on the hands of these brocade guards, and immediately retreated, full of consternation, and Zhao Lian, the brocade guard who led the team, raised his head and scolded with anger.

"Mao Manzi, what do you mean by that?"

"Dare to attack the emperor, are you really going to fucking turn back? You kid prays don't let Lao Tzu go out, as long as Lao Tzu goes out, copy your door all over the house, and check your whole family! your grandma!"

Don't say it, in the end, he is a soldier, although he is still talking about the nonsense of the past, but the threat is so simple and direct.

A soldier should communicate like this, but Mao Jue doesn't look like a soldier at this time, holding his arms, he asked sarcastically.

"If you kill your comrades, I don't know what kind of crime it is in Jinyiwei?"

"Mao Man, what the fuck do you mean?"

"Eight people, seven people buried here, as lonely ghosts! Go out alone and go back to Beijing!"

Leaving this sentence, Mao Jue turned around and left, and then a chaotic insult sounded behind him.

"Mao Man, do you fucking think you can separate our brothers? You fucking delusional!"

"When Lao Tzu goes out, kill your whole family! Kill your whole family!"

Bang Dang!

The steel gate was slammed shut, and all the foul language was locked inside, and out of here was a peak lookout on Garao Peak, with a beacon tower at the head, and a fireplace under the feet, and several ironworks defenders were roasting a fire at the door, and when they saw Mao Jue coming out, several people hurriedly bowed suddenly.

"Little one, meet the general!"

This time I really didn't have the heart to Corporal Lixian, Mao Jue waved his hand directly, let them hide aside, and then, Sakura Ji opened the box that the soldiers were carrying behind their backs, and half a naked deer and a jar of liquor were taken out by her, and in those defenders swallowed their saliva, the deer was roasted in front of the stove, and Mao Jue was holding his arms gloomily looking at the distant mountains, and in his eyes, with the snow falling in the sky, the huge Dongjiang River began to turn a piece of silver and white little by little.

The mountain wind was whistling, and I don't know how many times later, the steel gate behind him suddenly sounded with a clangling sound of slamming the door. A sly smile rose on the corner of his mouth, Mao Jue immediately waved his hand to the back, and the two pro-soldiers quickly opened the iron door below, and a strong bloody aura suddenly rushed to his face.

Inside the house, seven corpses were paralyzed on the ground, and the wounds were hideous, especially Zhao Lian of the hundred households, and Li Dabiao, the general banner, had five or six blood holes, and his eyes were round without staring, and Zhao Lian's waist fell outside.

There was a grim smile on his face again, and Mao Jue stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation to roast the deer with strong wine.

With a throbbing sound, seven bodies were thrown down the steep mountain......

(End of chapter)