As time passed, more and more people were arrested, but fewer were released and more people were detained.

Five days later, more than 130 people have been confirmed as the secret son of the imperial court, and Fan Tongxing rushed to find Zhang Ru: "Boss, it should be almost the same, only three were caught today, and the secret son of Fuzhou should have been almost pulled out." ”

After Zhang Ru, who was struggling to write, finished writing the last word, he picked up the paper and blew it, and when the ink dried slightly, he carefully folded the letter and put it in the envelope, and sealed it with fire paint with his own hands.

After throwing the letter to Jiang Wei, Zhang Ru looked at Fan Tong and said, "This letter was sent to the Wei State Mansion in Nanjing, how many people were caught?" Have you found out which system these people belong to? What was the purpose of their visit to Fuzhou? ”

Fan Tong replied like a stream: "Boss, a total of one hundred and thirty-eight people have been arrested, of which forty-two are Jinyiwei's people, and three of these people committed suicide, which should be dead." The other living people don't know much, they only know that they were ordered by Mu Bin to ambush Fuzhou under the command of Jinyi Weidu.

There are sixty-one people who are fans of the East Factory, and these people are honestly all flirtatious, and one of them is the ninth gear head of the East Factory.

They were ordered to lurk in Fuzhou and wait for the imperial court to come and take down the people of the imperial court on the spot. I don't know the purpose of the ninth gear, I only know that it is Wang Zhi's order.

In addition, Wang Zhi also said that if he is caught by the people riding the clouds, he must not resist, he must not hide it, and he must tell the truth.

Nineteen people were sent by the ministers of the DPRK and China, and these people were basically the henchmen of those people, so they knew a lot of things. Among them, the two people sent by Li Min, the head of the household department, were the most tough, one resisted desperately and died, and the other died after confessing.

The high-ranking officials who sent people to Fuzhou included Xu Pu, a cabinet university scholar, Xie Qian, a cabinet university scholar, Wang Shu, a household secretary, and Ma Wensheng, a military secretary.

These people don't seem to have malicious intent, saying that they want to pay attention to the dynamics in Fuzhou at any time and notify the capital in time, so that the capital can make countermeasures.

Strange to say, these people were all at the disposal of a man named Qiu Fu, who was a subordinate of the late Cabinet University Scholar Qiu Jun.

The remaining sixteen people are of unknown origin, and these people are also the most die-hard of all. Fourteen of them were killed in the fight, and several of our brothers were wounded. These people have a common trait, that is, they don't like to talk too much and like to kill people directly. If it weren't for our precise layout, I am afraid that two brothers would have folded in their hands. ”

Fan Tong hated the last sixteen people's gang the most, these people appeared at the gate of the city, drew their knives without saying a word, and directly knocked several people from the city patrol division to the ground. If it weren't for the skill of the brother of Biaoyun Qi, he would immediately run over and block the city gate, but I am afraid that these people would have run out of Fuzhou.

Even in the ensuing engagements, the combat effectiveness of these people was staggering.

The Soaring Cloud Cavalry was carefully trained by Wang Zhou, and it was much stronger than the ordinary border army in cooperation with the battle, and even there may not be many in the Beijing army who could compare to these people.

But the last sixteen people are strong in combat and extremely precise in their cooperation, and with Fan Tong's knowledge, they can't even tell what kind of person this is trained in.

Looking at their combat methods, they are a bit like they were born in the military, but their single combat ability is much stronger than that of the people in the army, and they don't look like people in the army.

"What about the remaining two?" Zhang Ru was not worried about the people sent by others at all, but the last sixteen people of unknown origin were most worried.

Like Fan Tong, he has a natural keen sense of danger.

"The remaining two people are still alive, but before they can be tried after being locked up, one of them hit the wall, but fortunately this person is not dead. After some interrogation, one was dead, and the other was half-dead. The subordinates were incompetent and could not get the slightest information out of their mouths. Fan Tong said ashamedly.

With his qualifications and ability, he couldn't ask anything, and for this alone, the two chess pieces who were captured alive had the capital to be proud of.

Zhang Ru had a whim: "Let's go, take me to see." ”

Without saying a word, Fan Tong took Zhang Ru to the place where the prisoners were held, which was barely said to be a cell, that is, a fence surrounded by wood on all sides, everyone was locked with iron chains, and the outside was surrounded by a bow and crossbow aimed at the master of the cloud rider inside.

Entering the fence, in a corner that barely counts as a house, rusty chains bound an unkempt young man tightly. The blood on his body had stained red chains, his chest was slightly heaving, and his bound feet were shaking.

Hearing the sound of someone moving, the person reluctantly raised his head.

The moment he saw Zhang Ru, his eyes instantly became cold.

Immediately after, Zhang Ru felt a chill rushing over his face, and his gaze at the young man became more and more stagnant, and his face became more and more heavy.

The man gave him a familiar coldness, a feeling of déjà vu, very similar to that of a person in his memory.

The figure of that person came to mind, and he seemed to be reminded of the winter days of his youth, forced by that person to soak in the cold moat of the capital with a barbed leather whip.

Yes, this man made him feel familiar, because this man had been with him for years when he was young. It can be said that without that person, there would be no Zhang Ru today.

Zhang Ru's expression became complicated, he didn't know how to convince himself, and he didn't know how to face that person.

If he had known that there would be today, he would never have chosen a path to revitalize the Ming Dynasty, and maybe he would have chosen to rely on the emperor's favor to be a gentleman, lingering in the flower streets and willow alleys every day.

It's a pity that there aren't so many ifs in life, and sometimes since the path has been chosen, there is no turning back.

The current Zhang Ru is like this.

Unconsciously went to the opposite side of the court, to the point where the emperor wanted to kill him and then quickly, and at the same time, he could be regarded as half of his ideals.

Only he can know the gains and losses.

Before Zhang Ru could speak, the young man had already spoken: "Hehe, this is not the senior brother, although we haven't met, but the junior brother has admired the great achievements of the senior brother for a long time." ”

As soon as the young man spoke, Zhang Ru's guess was completely confirmed.

That person is really his master, the master who hasn't met him for a few years - Cui Keji.

"What? Seeing the little junior brother pretending not to know? If Master found out, he would be sad. The young man mocked Zhang Ru Jijin in his words.

Zhang Ru didn't care, and touched his nose embarrassedly: "Master, his old man has also arrived in Fuzhou?" ”