At dusk, in the official office of the commander of the Jinyi Guard, six Jinyi Wei Qianhu wearing flying fish suits stood on both sides, although the silence was so depressed that his forehead was slightly sweaty, and he squinted at Jiang Xian, the commander with an uncertain face not far away, but he did not dare to reach out to wipe the sweat.

For a long time, Jiang Xian thought that the deepest hatred in his heart was the humiliation of the arrogant Liangguo Gong Lanyu who had given himself a whip. Since His Majesty the Emperor announced to the world that Zhu Yunwen, the emperor's grandson, was the prince of the Ming Dynasty, Lan Yu, Fu Youde, Feng Sheng, Wang Bi and other generals in the army died, he already understood the fate of himself and Jinyiwei in his heart, and often thought of some other guys who hated to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin since they were young. As soon as he thought that these guys who should have destroyed the Nine Clans were still enjoying the court's fortunes and were at ease, Jiang Xian's heart was full of unwillingness.

Seeing that the sky was gradually getting dark, Jiang Xian stood up with a calm face, took the embroidered spring knife placed on the table, and said coldly: "Go with this official to arrest the rebel." ”

Since the outbreak of the Lanyu case, involving the crime of rebellion, there are countless heroes and generals planted in the hands of Jinyiwei, and thousands of households have long been accustomed to this. After receiving the order, he followed behind Jiang Xian and rushed out.

On the long street under the cover of night, there is a mansion, and the plaque at the door reads "Shenyang Houfu" in several big characters. Compared with other princely mansions, the scale of this mansion is far inferior, and it can be said that it is full of doors on weekdays, and it is extremely deserted, from the master to the servant, all of whom live in the depths, and do not dare to easily provoke right and wrong. It turned out that the owner of this mansion was the only son of Nahachu, the captain of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, who surrendered to the Ming Dynasty with more than 200,000 soldiers and civilians in the Battle of Jinshan in the past. Nahachu was named Haixi Hou by Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang by decree after his surrender, and after his death, his son Chahan was renamed Shenyang Hou and lived here. ”“

On the long street, the horses' hooves rattled on the bluestone, and a group of brocade guards dressed in flying fish suits hurried towards with torches in hand.

An old Mongolian man with gray hair heard the bang at the door, and it was obvious that someone was slamming the door, and he was busy running to answer the door, and he lived for a long time under the patience of swallowing his anger on weekdays, so that he still did not dare to speak out in the face of such an extremely rude behavior of the visitor at this time.

The latch of the door fell, and as soon as the wooden door was opened, the old man had not yet seen the face of the person under the light of the torch, so he kicked down a big foot and kicked it into a gourd, and there was a sound of obscenity in his ears.

As more than a dozen wolf-like men with torches in their hands rushed in, a cold man's voice said loudly: "Jinyi Wei came to investigate the case and asked your master to come out and speak quickly." ”

Under the light of the torches, the old man could see that these men who rushed into the house were all wearing flying fish suits, and although their hands and feet were trembling, they still struggled to get up and stumbled inside.

After a while, Chahan, who was stout and bearded, led several servants to come quickly, and seeing that Jiang Xian and the others under the command of the Jinyi Guard were all murderous, he held back the anger in his chest and stabilized his mind, came to Jiang Xian, and asked in Chinese: "I don't know what Lord Jiang is doing here?" ”

"According to Your Majesty's instructions, Shenyang Hou Chahan colluded with Lan Yu to make trouble, and the crime is not forgiven, so he specially ordered the officials to be arrested and imprisoned, and tortured for questioning." Jiang Xian said coldly word by word. The complexion is even more cloudy and sunny under the light of the torches, which is quite strange.

Although Chahan was shocked when he heard this, after all, his father used to be a lieutenant in the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and he also grew up in the military since he was a child, and he was quite bold, so he turned around and took the Danshu iron coupon from the servant who had just heard the news, and said in a deep voice: "The villain has His Majesty's Danshu iron coupon ......here" There was a group of brocade guards laughing loudly in his ears, and he couldn't say it anymore.

Under Jiang Xian's wave, two vigorous brocade-clothed guards pounced on him, grabbing Chahan's arms one left and one right. Several servants faced the Jinyi guard holding a steel knife, and they couldn't resist at all, and they fell to the ground involuntarily with blue faces and white lips under the shouting.

Jiang Xian stepped forward slowly and said coldly: "Your Majesty has already made a will, and all cases involving Lan Yu's rebellion, regardless of the rank or official position, will not be pardoned. ”

"You are framing you, I want to meet His Majesty the Emperor to avenge your grievances." The reason why his father was forced to surrender was because of Lan Yuxue's surprise attack on the night and the attack on Gyeongju. Therefore, Chahan had already hated Lan Yu in his heart, and colluded with him to conspire against him, but no one would believe him even if he said it. Hearing that this ruthless commander of the Jinyi Guard, who made the world talk about the tiger's color, had slandered himself with such an absurd crime, he couldn't help but tremble with anger and roared.

Jiang Xian saw that the other party's face was gradually pale, and his body trembled, and he laughed wildly in his heart, took out the embroidered spring knife on his waist, and put it on Chahan's neck with a cold and sharp blade, and said with a cruel smile: "Your ancestor Mu Huali, rushed into other people's homes to kill people and set fires, how can there be an excuse for ** captivity?" The official finally found an excuse, didn't he? With that, his right hand dragged the embroidered spring knife heavily.

Chahan screamed as blood splattered and fell to the ground. Jiang Xian's face showed a hideous look, and he shouted angrily: "Shenyang Hou Chahan plotted rebellion and rebellion, and led the rebel party in the house to resist and arrest the full door of the crime that cannot be punished. ”

Outside the door, there were hundreds of brocade guards, and the captain heard the words and received the order, and the embroidered spring knives on the waist came out of the sheath one after another, and the footsteps poured in like wolves and tigers.

Jiang Xian stretched out his left hand to wipe away the blood splashing on his cheeks, and saw that the blood on his hands was red, as if he was in a filthy and dark prison with his father when he was a child, and the blood that flowed when he beat the Tartar Zi, he only felt incomparably happy in his heart, full of the pleasure of revenge, far better than when he witnessed Lan Yu's death in the past.

In the early morning, when the sky was not yet bright, in an unremarkable courtyard in Yingtian City, a thin and stubborn figure flashed and moved, struggling to punch and kick, his forehead was already quite tired under the sweat, his eyes swept over the Yan father standing on the side, but he did not dare to slack off at all.

A mediocre-looking young woman under the corridor on one side couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she saw her son's hard-working figure, and the words that she had the intention to let her son rest came to her mouth, and the corner of her eyes swept over her husband, who was staring at her, but she still didn't dare to say it.

Jiang Xian, who was wearing a cloth robe, saw that this twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was struggling to support him, and a trace of softness in his eyes that would never appear in his eyes flashed.

The young woman slowly walked to Jiang Xian's side and said softly: "Feng'er is smart, and she has been praised by Mr. for studying in a private school. Speaking of this, his eyes couldn't help but show a little smugness.

Jiang Xian was silent for a moment and then said abruptly: "It's okay to study, he doesn't have to take the imperial examination in the future." Recalling the people he had wronged in his life, the officials who beheaded and confiscated their homes for the sake of greed for dozens of taels of silver, he sighed lightly: "It is not a blessing to be a mountain village man." "As the commander of the Jinyi Guard, he has done countless things in his life, using his parents, wife and children to blackmail others into submission, so even his subordinates don't know the details of this adult's family.

The woman looked at her husband in astonishment, and her heart was full of puzzlement. In her opinion, wouldn't it be a great thing for her son to succeed in his studies every day and gain fame and glory to his ancestors? Her husband is a small businessman, often wandering away and not returning for several days, she is quite dissatisfied with her husband's words, but she still does not dare to muster up the courage to speak out, because she always feels that her husband always has a trace of unspeakable blood.

Jiang Xian turned to his wife and said, "The silver taels on the table are so good that you can pick them up." He turned his head to look at his son, who was stretching out his hand to wipe his sweat, and said, "Buy some cloth tomorrow and make him a shirt." I'm going out today, and I can't tell when I'll return. Then he took out a few pieces of paper from his bosom and handed them to his wife.

The woman looked back and saw the cloth bag on the living room table that was obviously larger than usual, and looked closely at the few pieces of paper in her hand, which turned out to be the title deeds of dozens of acres of fertile land outside the city, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Dad, where are you going?" Although the young man is ignorant, but the intuition in his heart is far sharper than that of adults, this time I heard that my father was going out again, and I always felt that my father's words and expressions were always a little strange.

Jiang Xianqiang said with a smile: "Dad owes a debt to others, and he has to pay it back." Seeing that his son's smart eyes showed curiosity, he reached out and patted his immature shoulder, and said with a solemn face: "You have to rely on yourself in the future, don't owe others easily." Know that not all debts in this world can be paid with silver. Speaking of this, his mind suddenly recalled that when he was ordered to go to the Blue Jade Mansion to arrest the old and young, the thousand households named Wang Erhu who committed suicide with a knife were named.

The moon shadow slanted westward, and in the imperial study, Li Lin led several subordinates with strong martial arts to stand on one side, seeing the glass of wine on the tray in the hands of Xue Jing, the head of the imperial study, he couldn't help but feel a trace of happiness in his heart. As the leader of the one hundred and eight brocade guards in front of the palace, although he and Jiang Xian are not subordinate to each other, he is extremely dissatisfied with Jiang Xian in his heart. In his opinion, his martial arts and wisdom are all above Jiang Xian, why can this person call for wind and rain in Yingtian City, and make hundreds of officials talk about the tiger's color, why can he only guard the palace and not be known to the world?

When Jiang Xian squinted at the corner of his eyes, he saw that the tray in Xue Jing's hand trembled slightly, but his heart was not shocked. Since the death of Zhu Biao, the prince of Yiwen, His Majesty the Emperor decreed that Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of the emperor, was canonized as the prince. In his heart, he was already clear about the heroes and generals and his own fate, but when he picked up the wine glass, what he recalled in his mind was the bloodstained and dying father and son in the past, and the scene of a group of Han rebels with red scarves breaking the city and releasing the Tartar prison to see the light of day. Holding the wine glass in both hands, he turned to Zhu Yuanzhang, the Hongwu Emperor who was sitting behind the desk, and bowed and said: "Today, tens of millions of Han people in the world can be born as human beings, not as slaves as death, all thanks to Your Majesty." With that, he raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Li Lin couldn't help but sigh slightly in his heart when he saw Jiang Xian take this cup of poisonous wine, and at this moment, he suddenly understood that the reason why this person who had always been jealous of him could become the head of the Jinyi Guard of the Son of Heaven's pro-army was not only because of martial arts and resourcefulness.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched this scene without saying a word, and Rao is iron heart couldn't help but be slightly moved. He naturally knew that if he was loyal to himself, he was afraid that this Jiang Xian was not under Xu Da in the past. The Jinyi Guard, the pro-army of the Son of Heaven founded by himself, has killed heroes since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, investigated corruption, and snooped on the Northern Yuan Army. Can Zhu Yunwen's weak hands fully grasp this fast knife? What's more, from Zhu Yunwen to the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, they all treated Jinyi Satellite TV like a snake and scorpion, and it is foreseeable that once he returns to heaven, his grandson will inevitably dismiss Jinyi Wei. Thinking like this in his heart, he immediately instructed Xue Jing, who was already shocked to be blue-faced and white-lipped, to serve the pen and ink, and wrote with his own hand: Fengtian carries the emperor, and the edict says: Check the case of the Son of Heaven's pro-army Jinyi Wei Investigation and Punishment of rebellion, there are many cases of indiscriminate torture, and the emperor's grandson Zhu Yunwen said that this move really hurts the heavens, so the Jinyi Guard was abolished, and all the torture instruments in the prison were burned. Internal and external crimes no longer need to go through the Jinyi Guard, no matter how big or small, they will be directly sent to the three law divisions for punishment.

In the dark night, Jiang Xian, who was walking on the royal road, stumbled, his stomach cramped, and finally he could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Although there were black blood stains gushing out of his mouth and nose, he didn't feel the pain at all, and he recalled the young man who was struggling to swing his fist in his mind, and his eyes gradually blurred, and he secretly thought: Your grandfather, your father, and even what you owe Your Majesty when you were born, let your father repay it all. The debts owed by our Jiang family have finally been paid off. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel relieved in his heart, and with a burst of relief, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, and died of anger.

The wind blows and the snowflakes fly. The first snow of early winter finally fell on the extreme of heaven and earth, and the glazed tiles on the halls of the Forbidden City were all white.

Zhu Yunwen slowly put a cloak over his white-haired grandfather. He is getting older, since the death of his father Zhu Biao, he feels that his grandfather is getting older. If the old man in front of him was more like an inoffensive ninety-five when he was young, then now this old man is more like a grandfather in front of him who is approaching dusk.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned around slowly, the facial features of his grandson in front of him were vaguely similar to Zhu Biaocha, who died early, and he sighed slightly in his heart and said with a smile: "With you, all the uncles each led their troops to garrison Beisai, and the barbarians are not allowed to watch my Central Plains." He said this because he knew that the civil officials in the court were dissatisfied with his wanton division of the feudal domain, and some people were worried that his grandson would be influenced too much by them.

When Zhu Yunwen heard this, Mo Ranliang finally mustered up the courage and said in a low voice: "There are uncles in Tarva, if the uncles are unwilling to accept the orders of the grandson, how should they deal with it?"