Ma Xianglin stared at Hu Fang and said: "Gonggong Hu, I killed everyone in the village who knew about Qiu Wanliang's relationship with the palace and the whereabouts of the silk looted over the years." That Huang Zunsu was robbed here, only for a few days, always wearing heavy handcuffs, imprisoned in a livestock shed, not an insider. ”

Hu Fang snorted: "General Ma, do you think our family wants to kill him because we are afraid that he will find out Qiu Wanliang's details?" Wrong! Didn't our family tell you that this Huang Zunsu is from the Donglin faction. ”

Ma Xianglin said coldly: "I am a martial artist, I only know how to train soldiers in peacetime and fight in wartime, and I am not interested in the factions of the scribes. ”

Hu Fangxin said, after all, he is a Sichuan barbarian, and he is only worthy of being a hunting dog for the concubine and the Fu King.

He then went into no further discussion of the matter, and waved his hand to Ma Xianglin to lead himself and the Jinyi Wei Ti to inspect the courtyard of Qiu Wanliang and his right-hand men, and check whether their families, especially their heirs, had been slaughtered.

After a short time, the group turned back, Hu Fang paced in front of the corpses of Qiu Wanliang and Xu Aliu and others, bent down to look, and said to Ma Xianglin: "After Qiu Wanliang's godfather dies, how many people in Jingshi want to kill him, and he can live happily here by relying on the placement of the concubine and the Fu King." Who knew that he didn't know what to do, he hid so many goods, and dared to disobey the concubine and take dirty work everywhere, completely ignoring that making a new enemy would cause trouble to the concubine and the prince. I don't know what to do, sooner or later, this will end. ”

When Hu Fang said this, he paused intentionally and continued: "But Qiu Wanliang's head, the concubine has to leave it to you, General Ma, to cut off." Because of the noble concubine, she respects Ling Zun Lingtang, and is also optimistic that you can bring the stone toast soldiers to the next level. ”

Ma Xianglin raised his head and looked directly at Hu Fang: "Father-in-law Hu, when I went south at the beginning of the year, I told Concubine Zheng Guifei that my mother didn't know about it. She thought that I brought out more than 100 Tusi elite tooth soldiers, and it was the Ministry of War that transferred me to the southeast to be a bandit suppression guest army. ”

Hu Fang interrupted him without hesitation, and said with deep meaning: "There are really not many things that Ling Tang knows, and there are a lot of things that General Ma knows, and now there are a lot of things......

Ma Xianglin lowered his eyes and looked at the edge of his blood-stained cotton armor.

His heart is as clear as a mirror.

Two years ago, when he went out of Sichuan to Beijing to find the whereabouts of his father's enemy, the favorite concubine of the current saint suddenly sent someone to find him and inform Qiu Wanliang of his whereabouts.

On that day, Ma Xianglin understood that what the concubine wanted to exchange for an abandoned child was not only the silk and silver taels reported by Amber.

The Sichuan army is brave and as famous as the Zhejiang soldiers. And Shi Yan Tusi Bing is the best in the Sichuan army.

What the concubine took a fancy to was his Ma Xianglin's identity as the young master of the stone soldiers.

Seeing that the young man fell silent again, Hu Fang coughed lightly, and barely squeezed out a somewhat heartfelt tone: "General Ma, Mrs. Lingtang Qin, is a heroine, but no matter how many heroines win battles, she is also a mother when she takes off her uniform." As a mother in the world, how can she stop her son from running for a good future. Look at Zheng Guifei to King Fu...... Oh, don't say it, you are a smart person, our family is all about it, take this burden and go back to Beijing to resume your life. ”

Hu Fang said, turned around and went to the horse, and turned his head to look at Amber who was standing in the corner with his arms crossed: "Amber girl, do you want to go back with our family all the way?" ”

"Don't work father-in-law, I'll go by myself."

"Don't mind, you can't look down on me, then let General Ma protect you......"

Amber was silent.

Hu Fang snorted in his nose and turned over on his horse.

"Fisherman, tea picker, fish fat tea fragrance set a table. Little monks, pretty nuns, lonely men and widows are nested hey. ”

Hu Fang hummed a filthy little song and walked away.

After they walked away, Ma Xianglin's face sank like water, and he stepped up to Amber: "Hu Fang didn't notice anything unusual, you take the child away, go back to Jingshi and hide the baby carefully, Mo Jiaocui's husband found out." ”

When Ma Xianglin first arrived in the bandit village, he followed Cui's husband's instructions and connected with Amber, who was also an undercover agent.

A few days ago, Amber secretly begged Ma Xianglin to let the two-year-old baby born to him and Qiu Wanliang have a way to live. Ma Xianglin then took advantage of the opportunity to go out of the village to find a child who died early due to illness in a nearby village, and ordered his cronies to replace Amber's child, deceiving the eunuch Hu Fang who came to inspect it.

At this moment, the tall figure of the young general blocked the increasingly dazzling sunlight, and also blocked the idle eyes around him.

The protective frost shell of Amber's face shattered, and her lips trembled slightly.

"Thank you, General Ma, General Da En, Amber and Wa'er, toothless and unforgettable."

"You don't have to take it to heart, it's a common thing. Amber, you are a mother, and I have a mother. ”

……

Loess Avenue, smoke and dust.

On the carriage, Zheng Haizhu was tossed upside down.

Mao Wenlong, a martial artist, rushed up the carriage, and was as anxious as if he was going to rush into battle to kill the enemy, as if there were countless Jurchen heads waiting for him to cut them in front of him.

Zheng Haizhu, a modern person who is accustomed to comfortable means of transportation such as subways and high-speed rails, after wearing this world, tries to choose inland waterways during long-distance journeys, but he can't stand the bumps of the carriage.

I never thought that this time, my life was not lost in the bandits' den, but it was going to be folded on the driving skills of General Mao's star bad review.

In the carriage, the little boy Zheng Shoukuan experienced more than ten hours of tension and rushing, exhausted, and fell asleep.

Huang Zunsu pursed his lips and forced his composure, but his face was pale.

Han Ximeng had never been so tormented, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and he was about to vomit when he saw it.

Zheng Haizhu said in his heart, one is a civil official who is reluctant to speak and beg the general, and the other is a young lady who is taboo to speak up and talk to a straight man, so don't you have to rely on me to stand up and complain decisively.

"Hey, General Mao, General Mao, can you drive the car slower." Zheng Haizhu staggered to the front of the car, grabbed the wooden frame, and yelled loudly at the wide back that was close at hand.

Mao Wenlong turned his head sideways, but instead of responding to Zheng Haizhu, he looked at the cronies and horsemen who caught up from behind.

The knight made a few gestures, and Mao Wenlong raised his arms and whistled again and again, accompanied by the movement of retracting the reins, so that the carriage gradually stopped.

Zheng Haizhu seemed to have returned to the world, leaning on the frame of the car while panting, while looking around, but seeing that the official road was silent, the artemisia grass was overgrown on both sides, and occasionally a flock of birds flew out of the grass nest, and it didn't look like a human being in front and back.

Well? Wrong.

Zheng Haizhu suddenly found that according to the altitude of the sun in this season, it should be close to the end of the Shen period, and the sun should be due west.

The place name of the Jiangnan in the late Ming Dynasty is very different from the later generations, according to Zheng Haizhu's residual memory of driving at high speed, from the later generations of Qiandun Town into the Songjiang District of Shanghai, if in the evening, the sun is shining on the passenger seat.

But at this moment, the setting sun was shining on the butt of the carriage.

Zheng Haizhu, who has an excellent sense of direction, was puzzled when he landed - Mao Wenlong is driving to the mouth of the Yangtze River?

It's clear that it's far away from Songjiang City!

Zheng Haizhu only felt that his heart was cold, and his doubts and fears soared.

"Mao, General Mao, have you arrived at the boundary of Songjiang Mansion?"