"Bang!"

slapped the newspaper in his hand on the bookcase, Mu Bin's pair of tiger eyes glared at the brocade-clothed Wei Qianhu under the hall, and said viciously: "The old monk of the abbot really said that?" Said that the matter of their Zhihua Temple was a cannon battle set off by our Jinyi guards? ”

"I don't dare to deceive my lords, that's what the old monk said."

"What he saw with his own eyes?" As he spoke, Mu Bin tugged at the unicorn suit on his body, glared and said, "He saw those people wearing the skin of our brocade guard?" ”

"That's not true, according to the old monk's confession, those people are not wearing lowly flying fish suits, nor are they ordinary captains' green brocade suits, those men are just dressed up, but all they are holding are embroidered spring knives."

"Fart!"

Mu Bin gritted his teeth, and the big slap of Pu Fan slapped on the bookcase, "An old monk is dizzy, he recognizes a fart embroidered spring knife!" And an artillery battle can blow up the Jingzhong Temple, when the commander is a three-year-old child? ”

"It's bizarre too, but that's what the damn old bald donkey said."

Speaking of this, Jinyiwei Qianhu couldn't help but grit his teeth, secretly hated in his heart, damn it, it is really the world is declining, the emperor is trying his best to restrain the factory guards, in previous years, the reputation of Jinyiwei is no longer majestic, and now even a group of monks dare to throw the pot on Jinyiwei.

An artillery battle that collapsed the Jingzhong Temple, and the children who pee and mud may not believe it, what kind of artillery battle are you, artillery?

"My lord, the Jingzhong Ancestral Hall has a great stake, and besides, the commander of the Dongcheng Soldiers and Horses Division and the Shuntian Mansion Yin have already entered the palace, so I'm afraid we won't be able to pick it out."

Hearing this, Mu Bin's broad shoulders couldn't help but tremble, that's right, I'm afraid that this matter can't be picked up, since the damn old bald donkey said that Jinyi Wei did it, then the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division and Shuntian Mansion Yin will definitely not be ambiguous.

At this time, the report about the Jinyi Guard's artillery battle to blow up the Jingzhong Shrine may have been put on the emperor's desk.

Hongzhi Dynasty is a very distinctive era, the Ming Dynasty has been established for more than 130 years, has gone through nine sons of heaven, when other emperors are in power, between the factory and the guard is either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind.

Either Jinyiwei has the upper hand and suppresses the East Factory, or the East Factory has a strong momentum and firmly suppresses the Guard.

To put it simply, whoever has a good relationship with the emperor will be majestic, but Emperor Hongzhi, he neither likes Jinyiwei nor Dongchang, and he has been restricting the rights of the factory guard.

And Mu Bin felt that his status in the emperor's heart was not high, and he was not close to the emperor, the only merit was that the emperor had a very good impression of himself.

knows that he is an upright courtier, and Mu Bin is fair, he also feels that he is indeed very upright, he has been restraining Jinyiwei since he took the throne, and the entire Jinyiwei has never done anything bullying the people and extorting money.

But now there is such a thing.

And what kind of place is that Jingzhong Temple, to put it mildly, then Wang Zhen is a bastard again, and then hateful.

But after all, the Jingzhong Temple was established by Emperor Yingzong, and it was the first thing that Yingzong did after the restoration of the coup d'état.

The current emperor is also a descendant of Yingzong no matter what, but the Jingzhong Temple was bombed.

Even if Emperor Hongzhi didn't want to see Wang Zhen, he would still severely punish this matter, and the culprit of this matter pointed to Jinyiwei.

As soon as Mu Bin thought of this, he felt that his brain hurt, and he was so fucking unlucky.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, after a hard year, it is finally going to be a holiday, but there is such a thing.

"Go, inform me to go down, and let the forty-eight guards in the capital, but all the brocade guards wearing embroidered spring knives roll over to Lao Tzu!"

As he spoke, Mu Bin gritted his teeth again, if it wasn't for Jinyiwei's doing, he would have gone to the king's front to defend himself, but if it was really Jinyiwei's people who did this.

The dog who did this, don't think about it this year!

Zhu Houzhao led a group of entourages back to the East Palace with a dirty face, first washed his face, washed the dust off his face, and then went straight to Liu Jin's bedroom.

In the room, Liu Jin was carrying a pen imitating the prince's handwriting, writing his winter vacation homework stroke by stroke.

Whenever this happens, he always secretly feels sad, thinking that our family used to accompany the prince all day long, and the prince had to take him with him wherever he went.

What a majestic day is, who doesn't bother with the eunuchs of the entire East Palace.

But since the prince apprenticed and had this homework, the people who accompanied the prince became a big use, and he could only be accompanied by these homework all day long.

What's even more hateful is that there are so many more jobs.

Just thinking about it, the door was suddenly pushed open, Zhu Houzhao walked straight in, Liu Jin's eyes lit up, sure enough, His Royal Highness still felt sorry for his companion, and even came to visit us, and maybe asked himself to accompany him.

Thinking of this, Liu Banban's heart was sour, "Your Highness, slave maid"

"Uh-huh."

Zhu Houzhao responded perfunctorily, then went straight to the bookcase, picked up the homework, and left.

He wants to go back to the palace to copy and write his homework and be a good baby.

At this time, in the warm pavilion, there were two pieces of music on Zhu Youzhang's imperial case, and His Royal Highness was also standing with two people.

One is Xie Cheng, the commander of the Dongcheng Terracotta Division.

The commander of the Terracotta Division sounds like a big name, but in fact, the official rank is only six grades, and he is a humble person, if it weren't for such a thing, he wouldn't have had a chance to enter the palace.

The other person is an old minister in his sixties, wearing a red official robe, he is the current Shuntianfu Yin Lin Qi, Shuntianfu Yin Zheng Sanpin, and the official of the Central Committee.

Both of them reported the same thing, about the loud noise of Zhihua Temple and the water walk.

At this time, Zhu Youzhu had already finished reading the recital, and was frowning and staring at the two people in the hall.

To be honest, after seeing that the place where the fire was in Zhihua Temple, he was really relieved and recovered from his state of fear.

But after reading the rest of the content, Zhu Youjiao's brows furrowed, and the Jinyi guard set off artillery battles, so that he blew up the Jingzhong Temple, and then caused the water to go.

He knew every word here, but he didn't understand it very well.

Especially the three words of artillery fighting.

Artillery battles?

He would have understood it if he had fired artillery, but he would have fired artillery

In Zhu Youzhang's impression, the cannon battle was just a thing that sounded like a bang, and if it was said that it could blow up a Jingzhong Temple, he would never believe it.

Therefore, he wondered if there was a mistake in the writing, or maybe there was an extra battle word.

But the bizarre thing is that although the words of these two letters are different, the content is exactly the same, and they are all written about artillery battles.

Zhu Youzhu looked at the commander of the Soldiers and Horses Division, and then looked over to Lin Qi, "What Lin Qing means is that the loud noise was caused by a small artillery battle. ”

"Back to Your Majesty, it's not a small artillery battle."

"I said no"

"It's a big artillery battle."

Oh, it's still an artillery battle.

Zhu Youzhu was silent for a while and asked, "How big is that artillery battle?" ”

"According to the abbot of Nazhihua Temple, it is about three feet long, and the thickness is almost the same as a human calf."

Hearing this, Zhu Youzhu couldn't help but imagine that it was indeed quite big, about a meter long, and as thick as a calf.

He admits that the size of this cannon is a bit larger, but how much gunpowder can such a large cannon hold?

Emperor Hongzhi silently estimated in his heart, I am afraid that it is only more than ten catties at most, but can the explosion of more than ten catties of gunpowder be so powerful?

(End of chapter)