Ma Jiajun's brothers either ended up or subdued Zhu Qianju's people.

Ma Biao searched the bodies of Zhu Qianju and the others and tied them up.

Zheng Haizhu walked in front of Zhu Qianju, who was sitting on the ground,

This self-proclaimed descendant of Jianwen is much more embarrassed than when he played the piano in the restaurant.

But there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, as if he had become a trapped beast, not himself, but Zheng Haizhu.

Zheng Haizhu stared at him: "Young Master Xu, the genealogical words set by the great grandfather for Prince Yiwen, 'Yunwen follows the ancestral teachings, the great monarch of Qinwu wins, and the good teacher makes good use of Sheng. What generation are you? Which word does Zhu follow? Do you use the word 'straight?'

The painful expression that hung on the corner of Zhu Qianyu's mouth when he was first wounded by the arrow has faded, and his voice did not tremble when he spoke: "No, overseas orphans are like phoenix nirvana, and they have their own future."

Zheng Haizhu really couldn't contain his anger: "You're a bullshit phoenix! Those who will burn innocent people to death if they fail to do so are but wolves and vipers."

Zhu Qianju sneered and snorted a few times, and then looked at the woman in front of him with a haggard face but eyes like a torch like a piano: "That's right, Lone is naturally not a phoenix, Lone is a dragon. You could have been a lonely phoenix, but you prefer to be a dog guarding the door by the *** den."

"Zheng girl, Ah Zhu," Liu Shimin on the side, fearing that Zhu Qianju would anger Zheng Haizhu, said eagerly, "Holy Lord, he is indeed the queen of Emperor Taizu, and he is of the same bloodline as Jinshang, don't do anything unwise, and send us to the front of the emperor."

Zhu Qianju didn't give up, moved his knees to Zheng Haizhu, who was leaning over, and said word by word: "Little Eagle Dog, you are holding the orthodox Zhu family imperial vein with the jade seal of the country, do you know which vein you are?" Zheng Qia, the number one loyal minister who assisted Jianwen on his southern tour, you are a descendant of the Zheng family, are you surprised?"

Zheng Haizhu stared at Zhu Qianju's eyes, her pupils obviously shrank, but her gaze was not skewed.

But in her heart, it was like a tide suddenly coming, hitting the reef hard, the waves rising, and flying away like a downpour.

Zheng Qia?!

I didn't expect that the owner of my soul was such a family lineage.

Zheng's, Fujian, the murmuring Miao Atai in front of the Sheshan Yuewu Temple "Return My River and Mountain", the strange ancient tomb found in Shangjinbei in Ningde in later generations...... The details of the complete story were strung together in her mind.

Her mind raced.

Of course, it has nothing to do with blood impulses and genetic awakening.

She just wanted to make a decision for a brief moment.

Zhu Qianju thought that this woman was touched by his words, and couldn't help but say proudly: "Little Eagle Dog, your father and brother, haven't I told you? You don't know? It doesn't matter, now not only do you know, but Zhu Changluo will also know that Lone Yesterday has asked people to write this matter in black and white, whether it is the imperial historians of the station Fang Congzhe or the station Donglin, they will receive it. Ahh......h

With Zhu Qianjue's sudden scream at the end, everyone was shocked.

But seeing that the sharp chisel held by Zheng Haizhu in his right hand had already touched the left side of Zhu Qianzhu's chest, blood immediately gushed out.

Zheng Haizhu shortened the distance between him and Zhu Qianju slightly, stared into his eyes and said, "Young Master Xu, reincarnate to be a good person. If you borrow my money, I will donate it to Liaodong's military salary."

Zhu Qianju was like a fish out of water, panting hard, and within a dozen breaths, he could still realize the strange feeling of the heat of the blood flow warming his chest in the sharp pain in his heart.

But soon, the face in front of his eyes began to blur.

How dare this woman? How dare you kill me at this moment!

What will Zhu Changluo and the courtiers think of her? How stupid she is!

Zhu Qianju's thinking quickly drifted away with these two sentences with extremely unwilling questioning.

The last frame in his mind was just an island in the middle of a chaotic sea......

"Zheng girl, you! You ......" Liu Shimin was shocked and angry when he saw Zhu Qianju's death in an instant, and said "you" to Zheng Haizhu for a long time, but he couldn't say anything else.

Zheng Haizhu also looked at him, and said in a quiet tone: "Gonggong Liu, if I were this descendant of Jianwen

Temperament, I will bite indiscriminately, and say that this and that virtuous military general are the ones who help me do things."

Liu Shimin said, but suddenly understood.

This girl was not provoked and suddenly attacked.

Ma Biao, who was nearby, stepped up in a few steps, staring at Zhu Qianhu's chest, and the consternation in his eyes could not be hidden.

Zheng Haizhu pulled out the chisel from Zhu Qianju's chest, tore off Zhu Qianju's small robe sleeve, wrapped the chisel, and handed it to Ma Biao.

"Brother Ma, this is your young master's object, but in the end, this chisel took this person's life, let's forget it, avenge Ma Xuanfu."

Ma Biao is a thoughtful person, although he heard the conversation between Zheng Haizhu and Liu Shimin, he still thought about the reason from the Ling section, if Zhu Qianju was really alive and sent to the Son of Heaven, he was afraid that he would indeed be left behind, and the enmity between General Qin and the young master would become a nightmare that could not be shaken off.

Ma Biao took the chisel and said in a sincere tone: "Madame is righteous, and small is respectful."

At this time, Liu Qiao also led the team to kill the nearby enemy and came to the ruins.

Zheng Haizhu's tense nerves finally loosened a few of them.

This Liu Dudu was indeed on the road, and he didn't even care about following Luo Shuai to the Son of Heaven to ask for his first work, and after receiving Xiaoqi's urgent report, he hurried over.

The background is good, there are teammates in my heart, and there are also people.

"Liu Dudu, the villain claimed to be the descendant of Emperor Jian Wen, and was killed by me with a chisel during the fight." Zheng Haizhu pointed to Zhu Qianju's corpse and said.

He walked up to Jin Laoliu, who seemed to be awakened: "I saw Gonggong Liu blocking this craftsman who was about to enter Wang Gong's factory from a high place, and my father-in-law knocked him unconscious, and when I brought my brothers to come, the villain was about to take Gonggong Liu's life."

"Madame doesn't need to say much, Liu understands."

The brocade guard who reported the news had already told Ma Xianglin's words, and he couldn't hide the matter, Liu Qiao just sighed, he and Luo Shuai had always looked down on the inner court, and it turned out to be such an identity.

Liu Qiao sighed and went to help Liu Shimin up: "Father-in-law, the governor of Pontus will show what he has seen to the Lord Long Live."

Liu Shimin was like a wooden puppet with a broken connection, staggering a few steps, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zheng Haizhu leaning over to open Jin Laoliu's toolbox, but suddenly returned to his place, shouted "Be careful, girl", and grabbed Zheng Haizhu with the outside of his calf.

Instinctively, everyone took a few steps back.

Zheng Haizhu stood firm and asked solemnly, "What's inside?"

Liu Shimin said: "It's phospholite, the ice formed by saltpeter, I don't know if it's about to melt."

Liu Qiao didn't understand, frowned and asked Zheng Haizhu, "What do you mean?"

Zheng Haizhu only stretched out his right hand to him: "Borrow the governor's knife and use it."

The tip of the embroidered spring knife picks up the small wooden box, and then the cotton cloth bag for cold insulation reveals the large square box and the small clay pot in the center.

Zheng Haizhu breathed a sigh of relief.

After being calculated by Gu's daughter-in-law Shen and her concubine in Songjiang, Zheng Haizhu and Lu Xiangsheng specialized in studying phospholite in the world.

The process of purifying white phosphorus in the ancients is still weak, and if this volume of white phosphorus only burns and does not explode, people who are on guard will not be affected.

Zheng Haizhu looked closely and could see the fine water droplets on the small clay pot.

She didn't have the skill to control the blade, so she handed the knife to Liu Qiao and said, "Governor Liu, you pick out the clay pot in the middle, and it will fall into the sun, and the more it breaks, the better."

Liu Qiao did so.

"Smack."

The clay pot was broken, and the small glass bottle inside was all powdered.

When Ma Jiajun and Jinyi Wei were wondering, a small ball of flame suddenly rose from the powder, scorching and dazzling, and it was much brighter than the primer burned when the musket was fired.

It is white phosphorus in cold water bath ice, which reaches its ignition point after exposure to sunlight.

Zheng Haizhu frowned and looked at it for a few breaths, turned his head suddenly, and said to Liu Shimin: "You people, in Wang Gong's factory, are not gunpowder craftsmen, and gunpowder craftsmen are all searched and entered the pharmacy empty-handed to grind."

Liu Shimin nodded dejectedly: "He is a sewing armor, you can bring a box, find an opportunity to put the ice box in the powder magazine, and he will leave."

Open."

As soon as his words fell, he saw Zheng Haizhu's face change suddenly.

If Zhu Qianwei guessed that Liu Shimin would stop the craftsman, how could he not leave behind?

She pushed Liu Qiao away and ran towards Liu Qiao's horse on the other side of the alley.

Outside Wang Gong's factory, the head craftsmen and craftsmen, who were originally suspicious and a little timid, stared at the ten elites who Ma Biao had separated to block the door.

Not long after, in a few alleys and alleys not far away, figures jumped, shouting and killing, and the craftsmen scattered out one after another.

Half of his brain told himself that he wanted to avoid trouble, and the other half of his brain seemed to be saying that the court had taken the thief, and he would watch the excitement.

After scattering and gathering for a while, everyone suddenly saw a horse running in the street.

The horses were reined at the gate of the factory, and a woman with her hair in a bun was flipped on her back.

"Get out of the way!"

Zheng Haizhu scolded sharply while rushing into Wang Gong's factory.

The impression of the layout at dawn was transformed into a roadmap in her mind.

She ran past the duty room of the daily errand and reception officials, walked through the pond in the middle, and immediately went around to her right hand.

By the pond, a few generals and soldiers of Ma who had sealed the main road into the gunpowder institute guarded a pile of blades, thinking that Ma Xianglin remembered Zheng Haizhu's words, and approached the gunpowder magazine without a weapon made of steel.

"Ah Zhu!"

Ma Xianglin called her under the porch.

Seeing that she was as urgent as a lead child who had left the fire, Ma Xianglin chased after her again: "What's the matter?"

"Shhhhhh Zheng Haizhu ran to him, panting like a cow, but immediately made a gesture to silence him.

Ma Xianglin was stunned for a moment, then stared at her silently and nervously.

At the beginning of the bandit village, and later when facing the Spaniards and Houjin***, he had never seen her have such an expression.

His eyes were glaring, his eyes were hideous, like a Taoist priest who gritted his teeth to catch ghosts.

Zheng Haizhu circled on the spot, looked up at the direction of the wooden pagoda of Cheng'en Temple in the east, and changed back to the posture of scanning the surroundings.

After a few breaths, Zheng Haizhu moved and found an empty powder keg.

Ma Xianglin also followed, and couldn't help but ask again, "What's wrong?"

"Shhhh Don't make a sound!" Zheng Haizhu almost used a reprimanding tone.

Ma Xianglin opened his mouth and saw the woman standing there fixedly, to be exact, her body did not move, but her head and eyes kept turning.

What is she listening to?

Just when Ma Xianglin understood, Zheng Haizhu suddenly walked into the gunpowder room in front of him, and after a while, he rushed out with something in his hands in his hands.

The moment her shoulder hit Ma Xianglin's arm, the latter saw what she was holding.

A piece of ice!

Ma Xianglin immediately stepped forward to follow, and his eyes were the droplets of water dripping from her sleeves.

She ran so urgently, rushing to the pond with all her might, Ma Xianglin was surprised that he was a military general who was taller than her and had long legs, and he couldn't catch her at this moment.

He saw the woman wave and throw the ice as she approached the pond.

Then the figure sat down on the ground, shoulders heaving violently.

Ma Xianglin's subordinates gathered from both sides, and together with the young master, they stared at the water.

The crystal ice did not sink, but rose and fell with the ripples of the water waves, like a light golden fairy boat under the bright sun of the day,

Zheng Haizhu swallowed her saliva quickly, so that her throat, which was dry to the point of smoke because of nervousness and eagerness, could be moistened.

"It's almost there." When she finally regained her strength, she looked up at Ma Xianglin and said, "In the servant we saw in the morning, the one who moved the barrel was afraid that the sun would block the ice. He froze saltpeter, and in the morning of this season, the ice slowly melted, and it would not turn into water for an hour. But the corner of the window just now, facing south, can be sunburned when the sun is over, as long as the sun is sunburned, the phosphorus powder is exposed, and then, and then ......."

"Needless to say, understood, rest." Ma Xianglin interrupted her breathless explanation and looked back at the lake.

Sure enough, the melt shrunk a lot

of ice, suddenly burst into bright fireworks.

Zheng Haizhu grinned, lay on his back to the sky, and looked at the blue sky.

"I must go to the imperial court and move the six gunpowder factories in the capital out of the inner city!"

She raised her finger, drew a circle in a vague circle, and added, "Especially this one, this Wang Gongchang is crowded with people all around! The Ministry of Industry is really damn good, is it a brain in the water, or is it lazy and lazy? This place was desolate at the beginning, and it didn't move after it became prosperous!"

Ma Xianglin also pursed his lips and smiled when he heard her chatter, but he didn't forget to tell his subordinates: "The eight servants are all tied up, and the gunpowder magazine is still guarded until someone from the court comes."

"Young master, someone from the court has come." A subordinate pointed to the south side of the road.

Liu Qiao strode in front of Ma and Zheng.

Ma Xianglin's smile froze.

Zheng Haizhu also got up and said like a cannon: "Governor Liu, General Ma was deceived, his soldiers are still in Shanhaiguan, and he also ordered us to save the danger and avoid this catastrophe. Cui Wenjing from the patrol camp is the person recruited by Nanzhu, and he also told you Xiaoqi last night."

Liu Qiao listened quietly and bowed his hand to Zheng Haizhu: "What Madame said, Liu will play it to the Son of Heaven word for word. Now, General Ma, you have to go to prison with me."

"Okay." Ma Xianglin simply responded.

He turned his head sideways to Zheng Haizhu and said, "I'm sorry for you, go and talk to my mother and Fengyi." Especially Feng Yi ......"

Liu Qiao hurriedly said: "General Ma, just now our Weili brothers came to report, ordered Tang Qin Xuanfu, went to capture Cui Wenjing in the patrol camp, and now detains him in front of the Daming Gate."

Ma Xianglin was stunned, and then understood that the mother was using what she could to save her son's life.

(End of Volume 8)