The capital, a place where undercurrents are surging.

Although Xu Shiying has left Chongwenmen, the slander about him has never stopped.

"Xu Shiying's archery skills are not as good as Benhou's shooting, isn't this nonsense?"

"This time I want to lead troops overseas, Xu Shiying has never been in the army at all, hell if he can do it!"

"You just wait and see, Ben Hou guarantees that if we don't come this month, we will definitely be able to see the big joke of Xu Shiying's defeat!"

……

Unexpectedly, the biggest criticism of Xu Shiying is not the civilian official group, but those martial arts groups that have been marginalized, they are not optimistic about Xu Shiying leading the army to Senzhi Island this time, and they are very suspicious of Xu Shiying's military talent.

In the flower hall of the British Mansion, it is very lively at the moment.

Because of Zhu Fu's fornication with foreign vassals, the Duchy of Cheng was cut down, and now the door plaque of the Duke of Chengguo has been removed, so it is no longer suitable to become a gathering place for all martial artists, and it is not even worthy of playing with them.

British Gong Zhang Mao was implicated in the assassination incident at the Aeg.D. Camp last year, and although he was ordered by Hongji to stay at home, he was still an upright British government after all.

It is precisely in this way that after the fall of the Chengguo Mansion, the British Mansion has now taken over the banner of the Wuxun Group and has become the new leader of the Wuxun Group in Beijing.

Similar to the situation of the Chengguo Mansion, the real active person is not Zhang Mao, the head of the British Mansion, but Zhang Lun, the son of the British Mansion.

Zhang Lun is a young man in his early twenties, who has been a demon king since he was a child, and now he has developed a temperament that is not afraid of heaven and earth.

Although his height is not short, he is too thin, and he is already hunched back at a young age, so it is difficult for such a body to be reused by the imperial court.

It is true that the royal family of the Zhu family has always liked to reuse Wuxun, although they can't see how much ink is in Wuxun's stomach, but a figure like Zhang Lun doesn't even have a general's appearance, so it is destined to be difficult to be entrusted with important tasks.

Zhang Lun was also aware of this, so he actually resented the court in his heart. Now that I heard that Xu Shiying, who was also the son of the country, was sung by everyone, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and I was so happy in my heart.

"How many catties and taels can he Xu Shiying have? It's not that he planted cotton this year! ”

"Not only to grow cotton, he sold his shop and built a weaving mill!"

"It's really a shame to be thrown home, the dignified Guogong Mansion actually sells ancestral property to run such a cheap business as weaving!"

……

Wu Anhou and other martial artists not only attacked Xu Shiying's ability, but also turned out Xu Shiying's two things about planting cotton and running a weaving factory, which seemed to be very disdainful of attacking.

In fact, they don't necessarily have much resentment towards Xu Shiying, after all, everyone is a member of the Wuxun Group.

It's just that everyone was suppressed by the emperor together, but you actually got the position of governor of the East China Sea, who will you spray if you don't spray now?

What's more, everyone originally wanted to fight against the emperor together, but you actually ran to hug the emperor's thigh, you are simply a traitor to their martial arts group.

It is precisely like this, they can't wait to spit fragrance in front of Xu Shiying, and they can't wait for Xu Shiying to die in the East China Sea.

The sky in July is changing, but in the blink of an eye, the sky is already full of dark clouds.

"Good rain knows the season, and heat happens!"

"It's good to rain now, the capital is about to suffocate people these days!"

"Haha...... Xu Shiying is now going to Tianjin, I'm afraid I'm going to be drenched in soup! ”

……

Wu Anhou and the others looked at the dark clouds rolling in the east, and immediately felt a coolness in the air, and some people suddenly thought of Xu Shiying, who was leaving for Tianjin, and couldn't help but gloat.

Bang!

A thunderclap came from the eastern sky, and everyone couldn't help but look around, but some martial artists realized that the direction they were looking at was Xiyuan and the Forbidden City.

Although they disliked the Hongzhi Dynasty that did not attach importance to martial arts, they had to admit that the current emperor had become the real Son of Heaven, and no one in the Manchu Dynasty dared to openly argue with the emperor.

Just as the heavy rain was approaching, a servant suddenly hurried by: "Oh no! Oh no! ”

"What kind of system is panicking, have you forgotten the rules of our British government?" Zhang Lun felt that this panicked henchman had lost the face of the British government, and immediately reprimanded him sharply.

The servant swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, and then reported stubbornly: "Shizi, Qin Conggui of Dongchang just smashed our shop with Fanzi, and asked our British government to sell the store within three days!" ”

"Emasculating, how dare he do this, doesn't he want to live? What's going on in my British Mansion, it's his turn to dictate? Zhang Lun's face changed suddenly, and he said angrily.

Wu Anhou and others knew that Qin Conggui was an old man in the East Palace, and now he was the second in command of the East Factory, but when they learned that Qin Conggui was so arrogant, they couldn't help but look at each other.

A little eunuch dares to treat the dignified Guogong Mansion like this, which has never happened since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

The servant saw Zhang Cang's anger in his eyes, and added cautiously: "Qin Conggui said that you said it to Your Majesty at the beginning of the year: Wuxun can't do business!" Now that you don't have the grace of Your Majesty, it is against your ancestors to operate a shop without permission, so you order our British government to settle down! ”

This......

Wu Anhou and the others turned their heads to look at Zhang Lun, Zhang Lun really said such a thing.

It's just that at that time, they were bent on opposing His Majesty, and they seemed to have forgotten about their own business, but it was Qin Conggui who caught the handle.

Now Qin Conggui is leading people to smash the store, although I don't understand why it is today, but this move is really well-founded.

"Which Wu Xun doesn't have a shop at home now, why did he come to smash the shop of my British Mansion, it is clear that he is here to bully no one in our British Mansion! Come on, quickly gather all the family members and nurses, and come to settle accounts with this prince to find that eunuch! Zhang Lun immediately exploded and summoned everyone.

Wu Anhou and the others looked at Zhang Lun's bloody reaction, and the target turned out to be Qin Conggui, and they couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in their hearts, but Taining Hou Chen Huan deliberately dissuaded him.

How could Zhang Lun listen to the persuasion, he was born with a golden key in his mouth since he was a child, and he was a high-ranking British prince who had just been born, when did he receive this kind of wretchedness.

As if sensing Zhang Lun's anger, the soybean-sized raindrops had fallen from the dark clouds, making the roof of the flower hall crackle.

At this moment, a little gray-haired old man came from the corridor, and it was resolutely Zhang Mao, who was becoming more and more low-key.

Since he was ordered by Hongzhi to stay at home, he no longer cares about things outside the window, and watches dramas and listens to music at home every day, and all the affairs in the house are handed over to Zhang Lun.

"Dad, why are you here?" Zhang Lun saw that his father had broken into his own house area, and couldn't help but step forward and ask suspiciously.

Taining Hou Chen Huan and others visited the British Mansion several times this year, but the British Mansion seemed to have lost all its sharpness, but it never showed up, and they couldn't help but look at the old prince in confusion.

Syllable!

Under the curious eyes of Taining Hou Chen Huan and others, Zhang Mao directly picked up his palm and immediately slapped Zhang Mao fiercely.

After Zhang Mao slapped his son, he said angrily: "Lao Tzu can't come again, our British Mansion will be planted in the hands of you idiot now!" ”

Wu Anhou and the others realized that Zhang Mao was going to stop Zhang Lun, who was stupid, and they knew that there might be no drama to watch today.

"Dad, are you old and confused, why do you ......" Zhang Lun covered his painful face, looking full of grievances.

"Shut up!" Zhang Mao shouted violently, and then said to Taining Hou Chen Huan and others who were watching the play: "Everyone, my British Mansion is small, please leave here now!" ”

Yes?

Taining Hou Chen Huan and the others looked at Zhang Mao in disbelief when they saw that Zhang Mao had actually issued an eviction order to them.

At this time, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the rain outside the flower hall was raging, because the rain came very quickly, and the drainage outlet of the courtyard was too small, and there was already a situation of water accumulation.

Such a torrential rain is literally pushing people into puddles.

Wu Jin Bo Zhu Lin looked at the storm outside, then swallowed and reminded seriously: "British Duke, it's still raining outside!" ”

"Please forgive the public for not being considerate of the hospitality, but the British government really can't accommodate so many people, please leave quickly, and don't come again in the future!" Zhang Mao naturally knew that it was pouring heavily outside, but he did not change his attitude.

"Dad, how can you do this, at least the rain outside stops......" Zhang Lun knew that his father was going to offend people to death, so he seriously dissuaded.

"Shut up, idiot!" Zhang Mao shouted angrily at this son who had always been spoiled, and then instructed his housekeeper: "Zhang Zhong, send off the guest immediately!" ”

"Everyone, the gate is here, please!" Zhang Zhong actually didn't know which one his master was singing, but he still obediently obeyed.

"Farewell!"

"This matter has been written down!"

"It's a long time coming, let's see!"

……

Wu Jinbo, Zhu Lin and other martial artists didn't expect that the British Gong Zhang Mao would be so unsympathetic, and he would take them to leave in the rain, so he said angrily.

This torrential rain was accompanied by strong winds, and whether they left in a sedan chair or a horse-drawn carriage, they were destined to be reduced to chickens.

Wu Jin Bo Zhu Lin and others did not carry rain gear, in fact, it is useless to have rain gear now, the wind and rain outside are heavy, and they have been wet with rain just after coming out.

Although Chen Huan, Marquis of Taining, got into the sedan chair under the cover of his subordinates, the sedan chair did not take a few steps, and the two sedan chair drivers in front suddenly slipped and fell, causing Chen Huan to roll from the sedan chair into the quagmire.

The situation of other martial artists is also embarrassing, causing these martial artists to grit their teeth with hatred for the British government, but they are looking forward to the British government being removed by the emperor.

It is precisely because of this that the British government not only failed to become the leader of the Wuxun group, but became the public enemy of the Wuxun group.

The torrential rain outside the flower hall is still raging, but only Zhang Mao's father and son are left here.

When Wu Anhou and other Wuxun were taken away, Zhang Mao's temples were already white, and finally he preached softly: "Zhang Lun, don't you still understand?" ”

"Daddy, what can a child understand? If you drive them away like this now, how will our British government order them in the future? Zhang Lun was very angry with his father's approach, and immediately pointed out the major harm.

Obviously, the Chengguo Mansion has collapsed, and the Dingguo Mansion is resented by the martial arts, which is the best opportunity for their British Mansion to become the leader of the Wuxun group.

As a result, his father not only did not seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but offended Taining Hou Chen Heng and other martial artists to death, and he didn't know what it meant.

Zhang Mao found that although his son was clever, he didn't have much political wisdom at all, so he said disdainfully: "Call? This time, the East Factory is just smashing our store, and next time His Majesty will let Qin Conggui smash the door plaque of our British Mansion! ”

"Why? Our family is a hereditary rebellious prince, and it is our ancestors who helped Taizong win the world. Zhang Lun's eyes widened, and he said indignantly.

Zhang Mao's hand suddenly hardened, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart and said loudly: "Just because he is the son of tomorrow!" If Your Majesty is really a kind person, will he spare your father three times? The plaque on the outside can still be hung in good shape? Look what you've done now! Your Majesty has repeatedly spared our British Mansion, which can be said to be a great favor to our family, but what is the result? You have called so many martial artists to your house, saying that it is a plot to misbehave, and that it is an intention to rebel, do you want the whole British government to bury you for this stupid act? ”

"Our martial arts have always been in the same spirit, and we naturally want to get together more on weekdays, which has always been a common practice! Now I just want Your Majesty to reuse Wu Xun and reuse our group of loyal people, not those eunuchs! Zhang Lun didn't feel that he was doing anything wrong.

Zhang Mao's hand was raised halfway, but he suddenly put it down and said: "I thought you were smart since you were a child, and you were better than the son born by the madman in the Dingguo Mansion, but now it is really wrong to be a father!" You stay at home honestly, and you are not allowed to step out of the British Mansion for half a step in the future, otherwise you will blame Lao Tzu for entering the palace and asking for a decree to strip you of the position of the prince! ”

Obviously, the palace has already controlled the court, and they have not deducted Lu Mi from their martial arts, but these martial artists are still so insatiable.

It's just that his son still wants to be the leader of the Wuxun Group, which is simply trying to bring the British Mansion into the fire pit, which he will never allow.

When Zhang Lun heard that his father might enter the palace to ask for a decree to strip off his identity as a prince, his head suddenly buzzed, but he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

It's just that when I saw that incomparably familiar back, an unprecedented hatred arose in my heart, and a deep resentment inadvertently flashed in my eyes.

There is no impermeable wall in the capital, and Wu Anhou and other martial artists were thrown out of the British Mansion and the rain soon spread, and this matter became a new topic of conversation among the people in the capital after tea and dinner.

At this point, with the refusal of the British government to carry the banner of resistance of the Wuxun group, it is difficult for the entire Wuxun group to seize military power.

Just as the Wuxun group was slowly declining, the martial arts system ushered in a new life, and 100 Enke Jinshi and 100 Enke Wusheng were selected by the Enke Wuju that started in February this year.

(End of chapter)