Lu Xiangsheng has always believed that the current saint is a thrifty and self-disciplined generation of heroes, and he still has a trace of unrealistic illusions in his heart, and he is not completely desperate, always thinking that the emperor is just temporarily deceived by the traitors in the court;

After a little thought, he wrote in the letter: "...... If the old gentleman can change his mind and help the country, that is, there are strange things in his chest, and the younger brother will never say a word to the emperor. If it is still flickering, it will be deceived to the end, and it will be a bloody pill, and there is no end to it. ”

He sealed the letterhead with his own hands and sent his cronies to send it to Yang Sichang's mansion in the capital immediately. Seeing his family gone, Lu Xiangsheng immediately got up from his chair and walked around the hall. After pacing for a long time, he suddenly stopped beside the pillar, and drew half of the hanging sword with a brush, and the staff who saw this scene thought that the overseer would draw his sword and slash at the pillar to vent the grievances in his chest. However, the staff had been waiting for a long time, but they saw that Lu Xiangsheng was like a juggler, and played with the treasure knife in his hand, and then raised his palm slightly, and the treasure knife stopped slightly, and then it was accurately inserted back into the sheath with a click.

Lu Xiangsheng felt extremely indignant, he felt as if his chest and abdomen were about to explode, so he shouted outside the door: "Prepare the horse!

After giving the order, he strode out of the hall with his feet raised. The curiosity of the staff suddenly rose, the marshal drew his sword, put away the knife, prepared the horse, raised the knife, will they dislike the pillar is not firm, but they heard that the marshal is very strong, and remembered the allusion that General Han Shifei usually looked for the white feather to sink into the stone ridge, is it not that the marshal is going to cut the city gate, everyone looked at each other, and followed him out of the gate.

Lu Xiangsheng didn't have time to pay attention to the boring probing gaze, he took the reins of the war horse, flew on the Wumingji, and went straight to the outside of Changping City with a whip.

Gu Xian, the old family member, had already jumped on the horses with a group of standard camp soldiers, and they followed behind the handsome horse at a gallop, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose on the dusty road.

Waiting for the group to arrive at the school field outside the east gate, Gu Xianping retired all the soldiers and a few personal soldiers to guard the entrance and exit of the school field, Lu Xiangsheng had already galloped to the middle of the field, and in an instant, the smoke and dust were billowing and the haze was bursting, and the head of the happy field, Bai Yanqiong, trembled slightly, and the two trembled, and Li Chixin, who was drinking and prostituting on the tower of Longen Temple, was dumbfounded, and shouted unhappily in his heart, "I thought he was going to cut people, who would have thought that it would be so unenvironmentally friendly......"

The old dock stood behind the young master, and scolded secretly in his heart, "What a waste of such fat and wine!"

Lu Xiangsheng's war horse circled, and was about to swing his knife to fight again, but he sneezed twice in a row, and at this moment he felt a little sad and angry in his heart, and he looked around at the horse, feeling a little dazed in his heart, believing that the horse was reined, and slowly walked back to the road, Lu Xiangsheng's heart rose a thought, "The Jade Emperor, the Nine Heavens Xuannu is above, dare to ask the great sage, where is my Lu Xiangsheng's road!"

If Li Chixin hadn't been to Daming, he probably didn't know how exaggerated the ancients had been. In fact, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period, Mr. Sun Changqing, the military saint, had already set up a chapter in his military treatise "Thirteen Chapters on the Art of War" to talk about the issue of usefulness.

Then, during the period of the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was loved by the Ming Empire, the Manchu Dynasty, and heroes from all walks of life. The Ming court and the Houjin each sent countless warriors on the hidden front to inquire about each other's dynamics, that is, the heroes of all walks of life on the rivers and lakes, and also sent a large number of spies through different means and methods, and developed countless underground workers.

Da Baiyan is one of the underground workers, but the place where she gathers information is more violent and direct, and all transactions are covered by carnal desires. This woman, nicknamed 'Da Bai Yan'er', was originally the concubine of the 'crockpot', and the 'crockpot' who was once born in the rivers and lakes was also the overlord of the thirteen families in the late Ming Dynasty.

Mr. 'Crockpot' is best at destroying and rescuing, and he first rescued countless women who had lost their footings from the kiln. The 'Big White Yan'er', who was rescued by him, fell in love with the 'clay pot' who was also oppressed by the feudal ruling class, and naturally twisted into a rope.

However, the leader of the peasant rebel army, Mr. 'Crockpot', is obviously not simply to rescue a certain female compatriot who has lost her footing, he has a big mind and has the potential to be a collector;

I don't know if it's the nickname 'crockpot' or because of his explosive character, anyway, the jar of Mr. 'Crockpot', the leader of the peasant army, was pierced by Lu Xiangsheng, the executioner whose hands were stained with the blood of the peasant army. These 'collectibles' of Mr. 'Crockpot' have found their own way out...... As a result, most of Mr. Crockpot's collections were collected by other Tibetan friends in the peasant army for the second time.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, when the thirteen families of the peasant army were separated, only this fat big white swallow was disliked because she was a big foot, because her best friend was collected by Hao Dayong, nicknamed "Hao Shaoqi", so "big white swallow" followed her best friend into Li Zicheng's 'old eighth team'.

Li Zicheng's 'Old Eighth Team' was in the peasant army at that time, but it was one of the few troops with a sense of justice, they were different from other peasant armies, they rarely robbed and slaughtered the people, and they also rescued women who had lost their footing, and even Zhang Tingyu's "History of the Ming Dynasty" also recorded that Li Zicheng passed by his hometown, not only did he not commit any crime in the autumn, but left behind the old things of gold and silver.

Because of the reasons summarized above, Da Baiyan has become a burden in the army, but God has the virtue of a good life, and Li Zicheng is a person who can fully mobilize the enthusiasm of individuals.

This time, because of the arrival of Li Chixin and the others, the intelligence collection point of the intruding army, which was sparsely populated in front of the door, slightly increased the popularity value. Da Baiyan, who was temporarily pulled by Mr. Li and trotted all the way to the top of the tower, watched a martial arts performance for free without heezing, and was still a little annoyed in her heart, but she naturally didn't dare to let the boss's nephew know what she thought in her heart.

Li Chixin glanced at the wonderful expression on Da Baiyan's face, he smiled, such a look of grief and dissatisfaction, Chairman Li has seen too much, not to mention that he didn't come here today to take a horse to see the scenery, he just saw Lu Xiangsheng's strength, to be honest, Chairman Li, who returned to the end of the Ming Dynasty not long ago, still has palpitations.