The rivers and lakes in the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty were not a place to be mixed, with officers and soldiers encircling and suppressing, and private armed forces suppressing each tun'er and each polder. Coupled with the gradual stabilization of the world, this profession of licking blood is becoming more and more difficult to mix. I didn't see all the heroes in Zhang Laosan's mouth, either they have a semi-official background, or they changed careers to become martial artists and recruit disciples to make a living? No matter how bad it is, they can only go overseas to be a rootless duckweed.

In this world, there are famous and surnamed Jianghu people, and if they are full of calculations, they can have a number of ten fingers, and there is still some prestige in the Ming Dynasty, and there is only one Ming Ruoli Ming hero left in the Sun Moon Hall.

However, even if this is a well-known figure in the Daming Jianghu, the current sphere of influence is compressed in Yangzhou, which is completely different from the scenery of a bright moon that echoes the world at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

But fortunately, Ming Daxia doesn't seem to take the shrinkage of power as a thing, Yangzhou is Yangzhou, and he can be a soil emperor in Yangzhou that no one can manage, it seems that Ming Daxia is also quite content.

There is such a huge force in the rivers and lakes as Sun Moon Hall on the boundary, and the local government in Yangzhou naturally does not dare to suppress the people in the rivers and lakes. This Yangzhou has become a holy place where the few Jianghu people in the Ming Dynasty gathered.

There are naturally a lot of people in the rivers and lakes who dance knives and guns on the streets, and there is no shortage of second-rate people who carry swords and play prestige.

Even the security of the surrounding Huai'an Mansion has become less stable, and although the impeachment of officials in Yangzhou is not as exaggerated as snowflakes, it is not a few. It's just that this Yangzhou may also be a tricky place for the high-level of the Ming Dynasty, although the folds of impeachment every year are piled up in baskets, and what is really taken out to rectify is nothing more than a few cases of official corruption.

After a long time, it is natural that everyone is looking like a mirror in their hearts, and this impeachment of Yangzhou has become a routine. Which official lacks such a trace of fame, he will seal the fold, impeach the top and bottom of Yangzhou, shake his majesty in the court, and go back to the neighbors and towns, so that there will be face here. The common people also raised their fingers and praised the good officials.

And the officials up and down Yangzhou have become dead pigs who are not afraid of boiling water, and they only need to pretend to be dead and scolded in the court, anyway, this pot of boiling water can't be poured on themselves, and they can't die if they are said a few words.

Just like that, hello, hello, everyone, or explain that under the atmosphere of tearing each other down and calling each other brothers behind their backs, Yangzhou has naturally become such a three-regardless territory. It is no wonder that the third child of the Zhang family felt that he went to Yangzhou to join the Sun Moon Hall, and there was still a glimmer of hope for revenge.

I just don't understand, this official surnamed Li is not related to him, is it worth it to risk the whole family being punished for such a person.

Maybe this is the backbone that Daming will never lack.

Here, the third child of the Zhang family left the worthless items at home and went to Yangzhou Riyue Hall without mentioning it.

Jiang Baochan's big scary carriage was also shrunk in the Hou Mansion in the next few days, and it never wandered the streets of Huaiyin City again, and the people of Huaiyin privately rumored that it was the Hongwu Emperor who learned of Li Yanguan's death and sent Jinyi Wei to arrest people.

It's a pity that the people of Huaiyin will be disappointed after all.

Our eldest son Bao Chan, who has been bored in the house for the past few days, is not because of the ethereal brocade guard, but simply because he was confined by his father and was in a depressed mood, and he really didn't want to see anyone.

In the backyard of the warehouse, which was called the world's arsenal by someone with a heart, the little marquis of Bao Toad silently wiped the newly built treasure knife in his hand, and kept recalling the scene where the tip of the knife pointed at Ma Thirteen.

Oh, brother of more than ten years, he can't match the empty promise of my cousin. If it weren't for Song Zhong's old boy's clever ears, I'm afraid he wouldn't know how long he would have been kept in the dark.

It's all about people, that is, the more I think about it, the more angry I become, the more angry I think, just get into the tip of the horns, relatives become enemies, and brothers become old enemies.

But as time went by, the qi in his chest slowly dissipated, and the little marquis became more and more worried about Ma Thirteen's injury.

This brother can't do it after all, otherwise if he puts such a thing in his heart, whoever sees it will feel the diaphragm. It's just that I don't know what happened to his injuries, and I don't know if the elixir that the old boy who ordered Song Zhong to send has been delivered.

Thinking about it, Bao Toad stared out the window and started to start. After a while, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips, and then realized that he didn't know when the blade had opened a not-so-small wound on his fingertips. The blood had already flowed half of the blade.

"Jin Zhu!" As soon as Bao Chan called, Jin Zhu had already pushed the door in, and seeing that his little marquis had shed so much blood, Jin Zhu's heart also trembled. Hurriedly turned around and planned to call Dr. Zhang in the house.

"Don't alarm Dr. Zhang, if he sees that I am injured, he will tell my father again. For many days the ears will not be purified. Bao Toad never replied, but as if he knew the movements of the golden beads, he said casually.

Jin Zhu sighed, took out a box of prepared wound medicine and cut cloth strips from the cabinet on the side, carefully applied the wound medicine for the little Hou Ye and wrapped the wound, and complained in his mouth: "Little Hou Ye, even if you are afraid that the Hou Ye is worried, but the injury can't always be kept so secret, right? Seeing that the wound medicine prepared by this doctor is almost gone, Hou Ye will know sooner or later that the young master is quietly practicing the knife." Why are you hiding it all the time? ”

"Yo, Jin Zhu has grown up, and I can't wait to take care of my business, young master. Bao Toad looked back and smiled.

The sun, which showed half of her face obliquely, sprinkled with golden light, shone like a celestial person on the woman who had entered the Hou Mansion at a few years old. Unexpectedly, the little girl who climbed the tree behind her and touched the bird's eggs has now grown up.

Bao Chan was stunned when he saw this, and his face and mouth were dry when he looked at the golden pearl red glow.

Just as Jin Zhu closed his eyes and fantasized about what would happen, a cough outside Steward Song's door woke up the two. The two of them were in a hurry for a while. But what exactly to clean up and cover up, the two of them didn't know at all, and after a few blinks of an eye, the two reacted almost at the same time, and the two didn't do anything.

So Bao Chan laughed, and after Jin Zhu spat on his red face, Steward Song pushed the door and walked in.

Dressed in a plain robe and wearing a scholar's scarf, Steward Song really looks like a scholar who entered Beijing to take the exam. When he entered the house, he didn't look at the pair of master and servant, but just bowed his body and raised his hand: "Little Marquis, master, please go to the front hall to discuss matters." ”

Bao Chan waved his hand and promised to know, so Steward Song bowed and retreated. Strap the door and stand by the door and wait.

Under Jin Zhu's reproachful gaze, Bao Chan tore off the strip of cloth wrapped around his fingers three times and divided by two, don't you say, this doctor is worthy of being the guy that his father brought back from the battlefield, and the gold sore medicine configured is really effective, how much work has been done, and the wound is no longer bleeding. If you don't look closely, you won't even be able to see the wound.

Hurriedly pulled up a pair of shoes, followed Song Zhong's old boy all the way to the front hall, and said that it was strange, the Song housekeeper who was as diligent as a dog in the past, didn't say a word today, asked him any questions, and just used um to deal with it simply, where is this like on weekdays?

The more Song Zhong is like this, the more bottomless Bao Chan's heart becomes, he shouldn't have made any mistakes in the past few days, the only thing that may have violated his father's taboo is just to find a few girls who sing songs to enter the house to relieve his boredom, and it is not a big deal. What's more, after Steward Zhou came to spread the meaning, didn't they all drive out.

Thinking about it, he had passed through the corridor unconsciously, and when Bao Toad raised his eyes, he happened to bump into his father's iron face. This head is a wolf, and he doesn't want to turn around and run.

"Get down on my knees!"

As soon as the roar behind him arrived, the toad over there suddenly knelt down: "Dad, I was wrong, I don't dare anymore!"

Hey! This guy who has been stabbed with a thousand knives, in the past, immediately understood what was going on with the old lady today, and he didn't move half a step, and he was silent about the little marquis's eyebrows, and he didn't see it at all.

Bao Toad said in his heart, it's broken!