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On the narrow street, a team of brocade guards is marching, their helmets are shining in the sun, the front is a hundred households, he is riding on a horse, looking around vigilantly, behind him four brocade guards holding honor guards, and then a four-carried sedan chair, the jujube red sedan chair shows that the passenger is a high-ranking official above the third rank, and there is a servant on each side of the sedan chair to follow on foot. The brocade-clad guards armed with spears were divided into two rows, separating the palanquin from the pedestrians on both sides of the road.

The road was crowded with people, many of them wearing long robes, most of whom were scholars from all over the world, rather than local citizens. Many of them stared gloomily at the palanquin with hateful eyes, and some of them murmured something.

"Young Master, Young Master!" Yang Qing bowed, leaned his head close to the car window, and whispered to the car in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" The sedan curtain was lifted a corner, revealing half of Yang Sichang's pale face.

"Young master, I think the atmosphere is a little wrong, I always feel like something is going to happen, I think we should speed up the pace!" Yang Qing whispered to his master. Yang Sichang's gaze swept over both sides of the road, his brows immediately furrowed, Yang Qing was right, the hostility in the air was strong enough to condense, and something could happen at any time. There are indeed twenty brocade guards around him to protect him, but if something really happens, what will this person do?

"Chen Baihu!" Yang Sichang shouted, and the brocade-clothed guard hurriedly jumped off the horse and came to the sedan chair to salute, and asked, "What do you command?" ”

"Something is wrong with the situation, change the route, don't go back to my house first, go to Bi Shangshu Mansion instead!"

"Change course?" Chen Baihu was stunned when he heard this, he followed Yang Sichang's gaze to both sides of the road, couldn't help but shudder, and immediately bowed down and said, "Yes, the villain obeys orders!" ”

The group immediately changed routes, and they turned from the main road into an alley, then turned west and entered another main road. But there were more and more people on both sides of the road, and from time to time some people shouted "traitorous ministers", but most of them remained silent, and many people in long robes looked gloomily at the sedan chair and followed behind. Seeing all this, Yang Sichang kept himself calm, and Chen Baihu's forehead was already full of beads of sweat, he hit his horse to Yang Sichang's side, and said in a low voice: "My lord, I think let's go to Shuntianfu first, I only have twenty people here, if something happens, I'm afraid that I can't resist it, and if there is a case, I will die in the future!" ”

At this moment, a woman rushed out of the side of the road with a wail, reached the middle of the road, and held a dead baby high above her head in front of Chen Baihu. Like all corpses, the baby's corpse was horribly iron-blue, swollen and grotesquely swollen, and the most terrifying of all were the mother's eyes. In a hurry, Chen Baihu almost knocked the woman down, and it took him a lot of effort to restrain his mount and almost fall off his horse.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, this is Yang Shoufu's sedan chair!" Chen Baihu shouted loudly, if he was afraid that he would have driven the horse to step on it on weekdays, but today he also knew that something was wrong with the situation, so he just scolded loudly, hoping that the woman would get out of the way quickly. But the woman seemed to be deaf, she did not blink her eyes, but knelt on the ground, and lifted the child's body above her head with her withered arms, and her whole body trembled, as if she would fall in the next second.

Just when Chen Baihu didn't know what to do, Yang Sichang poked his head out of the sedan chair behind him: "Yang Qing, you give that woman a few taels of silver, and send it away!" His voice was heard by the woman, and for some unknown reason, it destroyed what she had sane, and her dull face, which had been tormented by suffering, became distorted. Traitor! She screamed, "It's because of you that my child is like this!" She threw the child's body at the sedan chair.

The woman's screams seemed to be a signal that triggered the shouts of people on both sides of the road: "Traitor! Scourge of the country! Villain! The cursing sound was like an invisible wall pressing over, Yang Sichang saw this, and hurriedly shouted: "Quick, rush out!" ”

His voice was drowned out in a commotion, and thunder of anger and hatred rolled in from all directions, engulfing the group. "Traitor!" Someone screamed at Yang Sichang; "Stooge!" Someone yelled at Jinyiwei! There were even people shouting the names of Zhou Yanru and Chen Zhenhui, and there were crowds of people on both sides of the road, and the brocade guards hurriedly lined up in two rows and pushed people with spear shafts, trying to form a line of defense. Stones, mud balls, and all sorts of strange things flew over their heads and landed on and around the palanquin. "Kill the traitor! Qingjun side! In an instant, a thousand voices shouted loudly and converged.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Baihu hurriedly kicked the horse's flank, came to the sedan chair, and shouted: "My lord, get on the horse, quickly!" ”

Yang Sichang hurriedly got out of the sedan chair, and as soon as he showed his head, a stone flew in front of him, almost knocking him to the head and breaking his blood. He subconsciously shrank his neck, and Chen Baihu saw that the situation was urgent, and shouted "offended", so he bent down and lifted Yang Sichang up, put it on his horse's back, turned around and rushed out. Dozens of hands grabbed Yang Sichang, but only one hand grabbed the leg. But only for that moment, Chen Baihu's eyes were quick, and he whipped on that hand, and that hand was painful and let go. "Get out of the way!" Chen Baihu shouted loudly, and whipped the horse's buttocks fiercely, the hind legs of the war horse stood up, looking up to the sky and neighing, frightening people to get out of the way, Chen Baihu immediately drove the horse and rushed out.

The brocade guards behind followed Chen Baihu's horse closely and rushed into this gap, and stones, mud, and rotten cabbage fell on them. The two palanquin drivers were squeezed by the surging crowd, and then they were trampled on by countless feet and screamed, and soon there was no sound. The originally gorgeous sedan chair and honor guard were torn to pieces by the crowd in an instant, leaving only thousands of ragged fragments scattered all over the place. In a panic, a person stumbled in front of Chen Baihu's horse, and was knocked to the ground, only to hear a miserable scream. On horseback, Yang Sichang couldn't tell whether it was a man, a woman, or a child. Chen Baihu's face was pale, and he just desperately waved his horsewhip and ran forward, and a few scattered brocade guards followed him, like his shadow.

Suddenly, that crazy world had been left behind, and Chen Baihu drove his mount through several streets to a mansion. Chen Baihu stopped his mount, jumped off the horse, and stretched out his hand to help Yang Sichang down. But Yang Sichang's legs just fell to the ground and his feet were weak, and he sat down, Chen Baihu thought that something was wrong, and hurriedly hugged Yang Sichang, and shouted repeatedly: "Lord Yang, Lord Yang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Yang Sichang touched his forehead, and it took a while before he came to his senses: "I'm fine, I was too bumpy on the horseback just now, and I was a little dizzy!" ”

Chen Baihu was relieved when he heard Yang Sichang speak, he was afraid that if he accidentally hurt this adult right away, then his sin would be great. Thinking of this, he hurriedly saluted Yang Sichang with his hands crossed: "The last general was rude in a hurry, and I ask for forgiveness!" ”

"That's it!" Yang Sichang smiled bitterly: "You did a good job in that situation, where are we now?" What about the others? ”

Chen Baihu hurriedly raised his head and looked around, and said respectfully: "It's Bi Shangshu's mansion, and the others should be left behind!" ”

"Then Yang Qingye-" Yang Sichang said this, his face became ugly, his old servant was already in his fifties, and he was only afraid that he would be more than lucky in that situation. Chen Baihu saw that Yang Sichang was very concerned about the old servant, so he said in a low voice: "Why don't I go back and find it?" It's just that you also have someone to protect you, my lord, so it's better for the villain to send you to Shuntian Mansion Yin first, and then go-"

"No need!" Yang Sichang said in a deep voice: "I'll go to Bi Shangshu Mansion to avoid it, and if you find Yang Qing, you will come to the mansion to find me!" ”

"Yes, sir!" Chen Baihu looked at the plaque on the door of the mansion, bowed to Yang Sichang and was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Yang Sichang: "Chen Baihu, you did a good job today, this official will remember!" ”

"Thank you, sir!"

Looking at the shadow of Chen Baihu leaving, Yang Sichang let out a long breath, turned around and walked to the door of Nafu, and said to the doorman who greeted him: "Go and tell Master Bi, and say that Yang Wenwan wants to see him!" ”

Bifu study.

According to the old habits, Bi Ziyan always had to take a nap at noon, so the servant prepared a small bed for him in the study. But today, I don't know why, he can't sleep when he lies down. Soon he got up, sometimes sitting in front of the desk, sometimes pacing around the study with staggering steps. At first, his family thought he was going to write something, and they didn't dare to come in and disturb him, but seeing that he had been like this but never put pen to paper, they couldn't help but feel anxious and scared, thinking that he had some kind of hysteria. Bi's family has strict rules, and no one dares to come in and disturb him. At this time, someone from outside came in and told the old lady about Yang Sichang's request to see outside, and the old lady couldn't help but be surprised and happy: "Bodhisattva bless, take this opportunity to go in and tell the old man!" Hey, he doesn't stop sitting in and out like this, I get dizzy when I look at it! ”

"Master, Lord Yang Sichang Yang asks to see you!"

"Yang Wen is weak?" Bi Ziyan stopped, frowned and thought about it: "No, just say that I am seriously ill in bed, and I don't see outsiders, just accept the worship post and send people back!" ”

"Master, it's not a visit, it's Lord Yang who asks to see him, and the others are waiting in the gatehouse!"

"What? Himself? Bi Ziyan's eyes widened in surprise, it turned out that according to the rules of communication between scholars and doctors in the Ming Dynasty, they usually do not come to visit directly, generally speaking, they first send servants to the door with a prayer post, tell the other party when they are about to come, and the other party accepts the worship post and comes. It is very rare for Yang Sichang to run directly to the door and ask to see him. Bi Ziyan immediately realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What is he dressed up in and how many people are around?" ”

"Master, Lord Yang is wearing court clothes, and he is alone!"

"Dressed in court clothes, alone?"

"Not bad!" The servant suddenly patted his thigh: "By the way, Lord Yang was sent by a hundred households of brocade guards on horseback, and after the hundred households sent Lord Yang, they beat the horse and left, leaving only Lord Yang alone." ”

"Sent by horse, and left after delivery?" Bi Ziyan's expression became more and more weird, he could now confirm that what had just happened to Yang Sichang, otherwise he would never have been sent by a hundred households on horseback in court clothes, otherwise let the imperial historians know that just one loss of etiquette can make a big article, especially now that those crows are afraid that they will not be able to find a handle.

"Quick, hurry up and invite Lord Yang in!" Bi Ziyan said in a deep voice: "Also, you send two clever people to go around the street to see if anything is going on on the street today?" ”

"Yes, sir!"

After a while, Yang Sichang entered the study under the guidance of the housekeeper, and said to Bi Ziyan with a long salute: "Yang is grateful to be taken in by Bi Weng today!" ”

"Take-in? What do you mean by that? Bi Ziyan's eyes widened in surprise: "Wen is weak, didn't the saint give you twenty brocade guards to guard, where did all of them go?" ”

"Hey! It's a long story! Yang Sichang sighed, and then recounted the fact that Fang Cai and his party were blocked by women on the road, besieged by mobs, and they rushed out of a road under the protection of Chen Baihu, and finally said with a wry smile: "If it weren't for Chen Baihu today, he made a quick decision and put me on horseback to break out of the encirclement, I am afraid that I would have been on the street and separated from Bi Weng Yin and Yang!" ”

Bi Ziyan was shocked by Yang Sichang's words, and was speechless, and only after a while did he tremble: "There is such a thing? The overt siege of the first assistant minister on the streets of the capital division is just, it's just, it's just-! ”

"Hey!" Yang Sichang sighed and said in a low voice: "Bi Weng, Yang asked himself if he was a member of the Ming Dynasty, but why did the people of the world hate me so much?" Am I really a traitor who has brought disaster to the country and the people? ”

Bi Ziyan listened to Yang Sichang's questioning, his expression became solemn, he was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Lord Yang, I have a protégé who is from Zhejiang, and he came to Beijing to see me a few days ago, and told me the scene I saw along the way: south of the Huai River, hundreds of miles of floods, white waves, endless, many villages only show treetops and rooftops. After entering Shandong, there was no rain for 100 days, and all the seedlings died, and the locusts flew southeast from the dry beach of Weishan Lake, covering the sky and the sun where they passed, leaving no grass. He sailed north along the canal, and within ten miles of both sides of the river was fine, but there were many bandits ten miles away. Although the famine was so severe, the government continued to levy more and more with each passing day. The courage of the bandits is better than that of the bandits. The people had no way to escape, and many had to follow the thieves. Jingshi and Shanxi were again plundered by the Eastern captives, and the situation only got worse. And you, as the first assistant, not only do not help the people, but you want to increase taxes and train soldiers, what do you think the people of the world will think of you? (To be continued.) )