After the meal, the army broke camp and set off. The wheels of the mules and horses trampled the snow on the official road until it was muddy. As a result, the troops were much slower. Before long, they caught up with a group. They saw soldiers escorting an unending stream of mules and horses trudging on the road with difficulty.
The mounted scouts reported to Yang Ling that this was a convoy transporting grain and fodder to Datong. Grain and equipment transported from the south to the north often traveled on this road. There was no end to the carriages and horses. The originally flat and sturdy road had been badly damaged. After being crushed by the snow, it was rugged and slippery, making it difficult to travel.
Seeing the fully armored and well-equipped army pass by, the supply caravan consciously moved to the side of the road. Yang Ling's army gathered their ranks and slowly passed by.
Emperor Zhengde lightly clamped the back of his horse, his body rising and falling. His gaze slowly swept across the flow of people in the caravan. The caravan was crowded to one side. The commoners in ragged clothes were repairing the road. Some were carrying pedals on their shoulders, using all their strength to push the wheels stuck in the snow and ice.
The coachmen were conscripted, but the strong people who built the bridges and mended the roads, who carried the chores on their shoulders, were refugees, tenant farmers, and villagers who volunteered to transport rations and fodder. The refugees had no food and clothing. The tenant farmers were poor and had nothing to do in the winter. Relying on their strength, they came out to find work. Not only could they fill their stomachs and reduce the burden on their families, they could also earn a few copper coins.
The relaxed smile on Zheng De's face disappeared as he looked at the poor commoners whose faces had turned pale. The army passed by the supply wagons and continued to move forward at a faster pace. Zheng De kept turning his head to look at the long line of people moving slowly towards the north.
The army stopped in Changping for a night. The Changping County Magistrate did not know that the current Emperor was in the army. But just the two famous titles of Admiral of the Inner Works and Admiral of the Capital Camp were enough to keep him busy.
Yang Ling's army relied on the post office to set up camp in the small county. The bailiffs and cooks in the post office were all chased out and replaced with people brought by Zhang Yong. The Changping County Magistrate only thought that the powerful admiral in front of the two Emperors was too much of an official and did not suspect anything. He hurried over a dozen fat pigs. Seeing that the two Emperors did not speak to him enthusiastically, he tactfully took his leave.
Yang Ling arranged for the night guards and the next day's itinerary in the temporary central army tent. Two bodyguards brought in a young man dressed like a commoner. This person's clothes were unremarkable, but his manner and bearing were dignified. When Yang Ling saw him, he smiled and said, "Liu Biao, come, come, sit down. Is there any news?"
Yang Ling sent Yang Yiqing to follow Cheng Qiyun south to collect evidence that could be used against the officials who were supported by the nobles along the coast. He sent the Third Rank of the Inner Works, Peng Jizu, to lead the 5,000 elite soldiers. Liu Biao was responsible for the command and coordination of the scouts along the way. Wu Hanchao first rushed to Xuan Fu and Datong to get in touch with Han Lin, who had already taken root there, to secretly take care of things.
Liu Biao performed a military salute and sat down on a chair at the side. Yang Ling smiled and poured him a cup of tea. Liu Biao bowed to express his thanks. He vigilantly swept his eyes over the surrounding bodyguards, who understood and withdrew. Liu Biao then said in a low voice, "Daren, the scouts from the capital have already sent news. The two girls that you wanted us to pay attention to have no unusual movements. The two of them have already been sent to the Leopard Room and seem to be very well-behaved. Your humble officer has ordered people to continue monitoring them. In addition, the scouts from the front have sent back news that the road between Juyong Pass and Xuan Fu is very peaceful.
The wounded soldiers who have been evacuated and the supply wagons that have been sent to Datong, there is an endless stream of carriages on the road. There are crooks and honest folk mixed in. Under such circumstances, to prevent Tartar spies, there are checkpoints set up along the way. Without a pass and a pass issued by the army, no one with more than five people is allowed to pass. As a result, there will not be a large group of people and horses along the way. If there really is a few hundred Lulin who want to commit murder in the midst of five thousand troops, I will teach them a lesson that they will not be able to return. "
Yang Ling nodded his head, slightly relieved. He slowly paced around the tent and said in a low voice, "Wu Hanchao left a day earlier than me. At present, there will not be any news from him. It is good that there are no dangers along the way. Once we enter Xuan Fu and Datong, there will be a large number of troops gathered there. It will be even safer. Liu Biao, go and have your meal first. Along the way, you must be 120% vigilant. The present cannot be compared to the past. If His Majesty loses a single hair, both you and I will be in danger of losing our heads."
Liu Biao solemnly stood up and said, "This lowly officer understands. Daren, please do not worry. This lowly officer will take his leave!"
Yang Ling nodded his head. Liu Biao turned around and left. A personal guard came in to report, "Daren, His Majesty's meal has been prepared." Yang Ling said, "Hmm, go and take care of it. I will go and see His Majesty first."
The Emperor had an imperial kitchen in the palace dedicated to serving meals. Although Zhang Yong had little eunuchs by his side, it was impossible for him to bring an imperial chef out of the capital. Yang Ling took great pains to find a chef who had resigned from his position in the imperial kitchen due to old age. He did not tell him anything, only saying that the chef would prepare meals for him along the way. He also arranged for a few loyal and reliable imperial bodyguards to accompany him and be in charge of the Emperor's meals.
At noon on the road, even the cleverest housewife would find it difficult to cook without rice. Emperor Zhengde also hastily ate some simple and crude food and tea. This was the first time he had eaten a proper meal. Yang Ling arrived at Zhengde's residence in the rear courtyard. The imperial bodyguards who had stayed behind all recognized this Mister Yang. An imperial bodyguard military officer hastily came forward and greeted, "Mister Yang."
Yang Ling nodded slightly and asked, "This is the first time His Majesty has left the capital. His body must be tired from the bumpy journey, right? Did he rest? "
The military officer was also dressed like an ordinary military officer. Hearing the question, he replied with a smile, "Daren has guessed wrongly. His Majesty is in a very good mood. After washing up, he brought Zhang Tidu out."
Yang Ling jumped in fright. His countenance changed slightly as he said, "Right now the sky is dark, the night is cold and the wind is cold. Where did His Majesty go?"
The military officer hastily explained, "Daren need not worry. His Majesty only went to the barracks to visit the officers and soldiers. He did not go far."
Only then did Yang Ling relax. He hastily turned around and walked out as he said, "I will go take a look. You rest."
Yang Ling hurriedly left the courier station. The courier station of this small city was located at the eastern end of the city. The outer courtyard was originally where the caravan of military supplies stopped and was encamped. A wall had been built around the perimeter. Within the wall, nearly a thousand soldiers were stationed. The rest were stationed outside the gate. At this moment, bonfires were burning everywhere. The air was filled with the fragrance of meat.
Yang Ling looked around. Seeing that there were many figures walking to and fro around the bonfires on the right, he hurriedly walked over. The soldiers were sitting around the bonfires. There were large pots of rice on top of the bonfires. The dozen or so fat pigs that had been slaughtered were already in the pot. Large chunks of meat were rolling in the soup. The soldiers were laughing and chatting, chewing big mouthfuls of steamed buns and gnawing on bones. They were eating with relish.
Yang Ling was still dressed in the attire of a general. When the soldiers saw him, their voices immediately softened and they all stood up to salute. Yang Ling had just bypassed two bonfires when a figure suddenly flashed out from the side and grabbed him. In a soft voice, he asked, "Mr Yang, where are you going?"
Yang Ling fixed his eyes on the person. The sparks from the fire made the person's body sparkle with silver light. He was wearing a brand-new official robe with a silver python and a jade buckle belt. He looked quite awe-inspiring. It was the capital's Tidu, Zhang Yong.
Yang Ling was delighted. Hastily he also grabbed him and asked, "Where is he?"
He was outside. Although there were no outsiders nearby, he was afraid that someone might overhear him. Therefore, he did not dare to say the word 'Emperor' directly. Zhang Yong signaled him with his eyes. He pulled Wei Xiaobao a few steps to the side to hide in the dark. He pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Hey, he's over there. He doesn't allow me to follow him. I saw he was having fun, so I only lingered around the perimeter and did not dare to get any closer."
Yang Ling looked in that direction. He saw the light of the fire was blazing, reflecting a young and handsome face. Emperor Zhengde was wearing a military officer's uniform, sitting on the ground with the soldiers, shoulder to shoulder. He was using a wooden stick to stick a cold bun on top of the fire to roast, while in his hand he was holding a big bone stick, which he occasionally took a bite of, chatting happily.
An old soldier with a face full of beard casually punched his shoulder, the pressure made Zhengde's shoulder sink. That man laughed aloud and said, "Kid, this time Factory Supervisor Daren is dispatching troops. We brothers are carefully selected from the twelve regiments and battalions of a hundred thousand soldiers. Each one of us can draw a bow, can mount a horse, when we use our fists, kicks, sabers and spears, three to five strong men will not be able to get close to us. Look at you, little fellow, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, what can you do? How can you be the Tatars' match? "
Zhengde was not angry, he giggled and said, "Big Brother, don't look down on me. It's true that I have never been on the battlefield. In the past, I fought with a scoundrel who didn't know any martial arts in a brothel, and was even punched in the face by him, I almost crooked my nose. But that was because I had never seen it, so I was stunned. If we really talk about martial arts, I have been personally taught by several top-notch fist and stick masters. I'm afraid you may not be my match. "
"Yo, yo, yo, this kid can really boast," a lazy-looking, ruffie-looking soldier said with a laugh, "Originally I saw that you are the Marshal's personal guard, and thought that you are a son of a rich family, running out to gain fame. But you don't have the appearance of a young master of a big family, with your looks, what's the use of knowing some flowery but impractical moves? On the battlefield, there are real sabers and real spears to kill, a handsome little brother like you, don't let the Tatars capture you and make you a rabbit husband. "
Zhengde pulled back the burnt bun, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing with relish. At the same time he asked curiously, "Rabbit husband? What rabbit husband? "
The soldiers by the fire roared with laughter. The bearded man next to him patted his shoulder and said with a laugh, "Look at your ignorant appearance, I really don't know how you managed to sneak into Marshal Yang's side. The people on the Tatars' side all look valiant, with the backs of tigers and waists of bears. Even the appearance of the women is not much better than the men. A handsome little brother like you, if you were captured by them, you don't have to worry about becoming a slave, maybe their chief would take you as a beloved concubine and pamper you, ha ha ha …"
Hearing this, Zhang Yong was furious, his brows furrowed, his murderous aura was about to charge over. Yang Ling pulled him back and said in a low voice, "Don't be impatient, those who don't know are not to be blamed. His Majesty is not angry yet, what are you angry about?"
Zhang Yong looked over and saw that Zhengde seemed to be a little embarrassed. Since that soldier said so, he naturally knew that the so-called rabbit husband was Shangtong. However, Zhengde was not angry, it was the first time in his life that someone talked to him in such a vulgar way. Aside from the novelty, he also felt that it was very amusing.
Zhengde disapprovingly said, "The Tatars captured my women and children, zhen … in the town, I often heard the merchants from the north mention it, but they seem to have plundered even more rations and fodder, have they robbed many people?"
The few soldiers' smiles gradually disappeared. After a while, a thirty-something year old, red-faced corporal sighed and said, "That is natural. All these years, the Tatars have attacked Xuan Fu, attacked Datong, attacked Jichang, I don't know how many common people have been kidnapped."
A somewhat gentle-looking officer slapped his thigh and hatefully said, "Those sons of b * tches, the common people are afraid of the Tatars' plundering, those who can escape have all fled to the Central Plains. Those common people who have been relying on their ancestral few mu of farmland to survive have nowhere to run, they can only let the Tatars bully and humiliate them. As long as they are old, strong men, they are all killed by them, young men and women are kidnapped to be slaves or wives and concubines, to help them graze, milk the cows, sew clothes, make wine, tie camels and set up tents.
Hey, hey, the Tatars have very few people, one family grazes, within several dozen li radius there is only one family, there are no other signs of human habitation. In the Hetao area, the Jidang tribe has the most Han people, each family has no more than four or five Mongolian people, but they have six or seven Han slaves. "
The red-faced corporal laughed coldly and consoled him, "Old Duan, are you remembering something sad again? Hasn't Yang Zongzhi already won a great victory? The barbarian young master Ding Zhuang, that Deputy General Wang Shouren poisoned three thousand Tatars to death in one battle. These Tatars' families are only left with the old, weak, women and children. Later they will be reduced to other people's tribe's slaves; this is called retribution! "
Zhengde cast a glance toward the somewhat gentle-looking veteran soldier; he said, "Duan … Duan Dage, has your family ever been harmed by the Tatars?"
The veteran soldier snorted, but did not say anything. The bearded man next to him whispered in Zhengde's ear, "Old Duan was from Datong's Zhuma Fort. His whole family of sixty-five brothers and sisters was captured and killed by the Tatars, only five were left. They were taken to the prairie to be slaves, grazing and farming.
Two years later, that tribe fought with another tribe. In the chaos of the war, several of his relatives were trampled to death by the horses. He pretended to be dead, and then he ran back to the Great Wall for thousands of li. Because his equestrian skill was very good, he joined the Shenji Battalion, and became an equestrian instructor. "
Listening to this, Zhengde was infuriated; hearing about farming, he was somewhat surprised; he could not help asking, "The Tatars also farm? What do they farm? "
The bearded man said, "When the Yuan people ruled the Central Plains for more than a hundred years, they did not learn how to farm, and they did not want to farm either. But when they were driven back to the desert, there was no one to supply them with wheat and steamed buns, so instead they wanted to learn how to farm.
Nowadays the Mongolians mainly graze, they also cultivate crops in some places. But the Mongolians do not know how to farm, these jobs are done by the captured Han people. They do not have enough manpower, sometimes the Tatars even come to the frontier to recruit refugees. "
The Mongolians also began to learn the Han people's way of farming? Zhengde did not know about this information. In the past, when the Imperial Bodyguard spies went outside the Great Wall, they only paid attention to military and political information. Even if they saw the Mongolians opening up a small piece of farmland, nobody paid any attention to them. Listening to this, Zhengde seemed to have a flash of inspiration, but when he wanted to think about it again, it was like a dream, he could not remember the slightest trace of it.
The bearded man took out a small knife from his belt and stabbed a piece of meat dripping with juice from the boiling pot. He clicked his tongue and took a bite, and then his face brightened as he said, "Don't be disheartened, come, eat a big piece of meat, save up your strength. When we reach Datong, if the Tatars have not been driven away by Chief Yang, maybe we brothers can still show our faces!"
Zhengde also followed suit, he took out a small knife from his waist and stabbed a piece of meat. In a loud and clear voice he said, "That's right, save up your strength, there will come a day when we will take back everything the Tatars stole. Even boiling tea and building water will be disliked by their rough hands and feet, they will do some rough work for us."
Yang Ling smiled and said to Zhang Yong in a low voice, "Zhang Gong-gong, this person has been out for less than a day, can you see if there are any changes?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yong carefully looked at Zhengde, nodded and said, "Hmm, isn't that so. Wearing that coarse cloth, no matter how I look at it, it looks so awkward, and also … look at the way he sits and eats. Ai, I usually hate it when those old people … give orders to the Emperor, let him do this, let him do that, but now even I am not pleasing to the eye."
Yang Ling looked around and saw that the imperial bodyguards disguised as ordinary soldiers were wandering around leisurely. Zhengde was most likely protected by at least forty imperial bodyguards, surrounded by trusted soldiers that Yang Ling had personally selected. Yang Ling was relieved. He patted Zhang Yong's shoulder and said with a light laugh, "I feel that now he is a little more manly, and also more sensible."
Zhang Yong watched as Yang Ling leisurely left, then turned his head and carefully looked at Zhengde again. He said doubtfully, "He is still the same, is he not manly and sensible?"
* * *
Early the next morning, the army set off, passing through Changping to Juyong Pass.
Today was a cloudy day, the north wind gusted, blowing up the snow on the ground, causing a chill to hit the face. Yang Ling, wrapped in a large woolen cloak, still felt somewhat unbearable cold. A corner of the chain mail under his battle robe was exposed. Taking off the sheepskin gloves, the warm palm would freeze as soon as it touched.
He saw that Zhengde was still with a group of imperial bodyguards, wearing the ordinary clothes of an officer, slightly narrowing his eyes as he moved forward against the cold wind. He stepped forward and advised, "Your Majesty, no matter what, you have to enter the carriage … to rest. Although Your Majesty's body is strong, but after all, you have never endured this kind of cold. If you get sick from the cold, you will miss … the important matter."
The wind was howling in the open field, they were about to enter a mountain pass. The wind blew out from the mountain pass, blowing up the snow that covered the sky and covered the earth. As soon as he opened his mouth, the snow poured into his mouth, to the extent that Yang Ling had to stop after saying a few words.
Zhengde stubbornly said, "I'm not going. Five thousand men can endure this bitter cold. The common people in the north suffer this bitter cold year after year, I can't even endure for a few days?" He raised his hand to cover his face, turning his head to look at Yang Ling and said with a grin, "Besides, this wind and snow hitting my face, it's both numb and itchy. I have never felt this kind of feeling before. It's not easy to come out, I must experience it."
Hearing this, Yang Ling did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was about to open his mouth to persuade him again when a fast horse galloped over from behind. When it came near, it pulled on the reins and called out while gasping for breath, "Reporting to Daren, behind … behind, there are dozens of fast horses chasing us. Following General Yang's orders, without orders, no one is allowed to enter the army. Those people are blocked outside, so he ordered this subordinate to immediately send a message to General, asking you to immediately go to the rear of the army to see them!"
Yang Ling asked in surprise, "Who is chasing us?"
A very strange expression appeared on the soldier's face. Embarrassed, he said, "This … the daren who told me to send the message said that behind us are the three scholars, Li Dongyang, Jiao Fang, and Yang Tinghe. The rest … should be their attendants."
Hearing this, Yang Ling and Zhengde looked at each other, their eyes revealing a shocked expression. Zhengde was like a child who had been caught playing truant by the teacher on the spot. With a timid expression on his face, he looked at Yang Ling with some panic and said, "What should I do? What should I do? I … where should I hide? "
"Didn't I say that when the army reaches Xuan Fu, the secret edict of the Emperor leaving the capital will be announced to the cabinet, the six ministries, and the nine ministers? How did they discover us so quickly? "Yang Ling furrowed his brows in deep thought for a moment. He said to Zhengde in a low voice," Does Your Majesty have any fear? "
Hearing this, Zhengde straightened his back. Glancing at the soldier, he also lowered his voice and said to Yang Ling, "What is there to be afraid of? I am afraid because I know that as long as these people open their mouths, I will not be able to argue with them no matter what. They are hot on my tail, what can I do? However … I must go to Datong. No matter how they try to stop me, zhen must go! Help zhen think of a way. "
Yang Ling chuckled and said, "Since it is like this, leave it to me."
He turned his horse around and charged toward the rear of the formation. His twenty personal bodyguards and officers followed closely behind. Yang Ling's gaze wandered left and right. Suddenly, he discovered a soldier in the formation. The soldier was riding a yellow steed. He had dark skin, green beady eyes, a bulbous nose, and a full beard that extended from his chin to the ends of his cheeks. The beard was unkempt like a hedgehog. If the eight-foot long black iron rod in his hand was replaced by a four-foot-long snake spear, he would be the reincarnation of Zhang Fei.
This person's appearance was somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he remembered that this was the bearded man who had sat shoulder to shoulder with Zhengde last night by the fire and gnawed on a bone. Yang Ling's eyes brightened. It was him! Yang Ling turned his horse's head. The warhorse neighed loudly and stopped in front of the man. He shouted, "What is your name?"
'Zhang Fei' was startled. Yang Ling did not recognize him. He was a soldier personally picked by Yang Ling. He knew Yang Ling. Although he had a rough temperament, he did not dare to be presumptuous in front of Yang Ling. 'Zhang Fei' hurriedly reined in the reins and said obediently, "Reporting to Marshal, my name is Iron Rod Battalion Commandant Liu Da Chui!"
Yang Ling was stunned. He asked curiously, "What's your name? Don't you even have a proper name? "
'Zhang Fei' blushed and said shyly, "Your Excellency, this humble one's parents gave me this name. They said that I was born black and sturdy, like an iron rod, so I was called Liu Da Chui."
Yang Ling was very satisfied with his straightforward and simple-minded appearance. He chuckled and said, "I have received the imperial edict to go to Datong to inspect the war. Behind me, there are several civil officials from the capital chasing after me. They must be trying their best to persuade me to go back. I order you to take my imperial sword and take twenty of my bodyguards to intercept them. When the army has passed Juyong Pass, you can come back. Once you have completed this task, you will become my bodyguard. What do you think?"
Liu Da Chui was overjoyed. He immediately cupped his hands and said, "This subordinate obeys!"
Yang Ling untied the imperial bestowed sword and handed it over to him. He said, "Those high-ranking officials are all scholars. They speak extravagantly and eloquently. No matter what they say, you only need to tell them, 'According to the imperial edict, after the border patrol, the dragon will naturally return to the sea. The wind will be calm and the waves will be calm. All the officials can be at ease in the capital and do not worry!'"
Liu Da Chui inserted the sword into the silk belt and placed the thick black iron rod on the saddle. He cupped his fists and said, "This subordinate obeys! No matter what they say, this subordinate will not let them take even half a step forward! "
Liu Da Chui grabbed his black iron rod and without saying a word, he led the twenty bodyguards to the rear.
Yang Ling chuckled and said, "Let this bunch of scholars reason with these soldiers!"
He turned around and shouted, "Middle Officer, order the entire army to speed up. The scouts at the front will first go to Juyong Pass and knock on the gate. Once they are out of the pass, they will go straight to Xuanhua. There is no delay!"
"Yes sir!" The Middle Officer shouted and waved the small flag in his hand. The flags in the hands of the four commanding officers kept changing. The five thousand armoured cavalry were like a flood that broke through a dam. The chariots rumbled and the horses neighed. The rolling iron rushed towards Juyong Pass.
* * *
Jiao Fang was loyal and wanted to help Emperor Zhengde and Yang Ling hide this matter. He found an excuse for the whole day yesterday and really managed to hide it. Who would have thought that in the evening, when the three scholars were about to leave the palace, a eunuch from Renshou Palace came to the Hall of Literary Glory to ask why the Emperor had not arrived yet. The Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager wanted to invite the Emperor to admire the palace lanterns.
Usually, the Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager rarely took the initiative to look for Emperor Zhengde. Because it was the new year, the Emperor's relatives came to the palace to visit. The Empress Dowager and the Empress Dowager were chatting happily and remembered that Zhengde liked crowds, so they sent someone to look for him.
Li Dongyang, who was scared out of his wits, went to find Yang Tinghe. The two of them went to Shangyuan Palace Hall. First, they quarreled, then they started to fight. The eunuchs and guards who rushed over upon hearing the news saw that the three scholars were having a friendly New Year's boxing match. They didn't know who to persuade and were all stunned.
Li Dongyang and Yang Tinghe did not know what happened to the Emperor. This time, they really went crazy. The three scholars' scholarly manners were swept to the ground. Jiao Fang took a punch from Yang Tinghe and a few strands of his beard were pulled out by Li Dongyang. His kick almost made Li Dongyang lose his breath.
The Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager, Imperial Concubines, and Princesses all rushed over when they heard the news. Jiao Fang saw that he could not hide it anymore and directly told them that the Emperor had issued a secret edict and he had no choice but to act according to it. The three palaces were shocked. They also knew that sending an ordinary person would not be able to control Zhengde, so they simply chased the three scholars out of Beijing and chased them day and night.
Liu Da Bang Chui led twenty Iron Guards and rushed to the rear of the formation. The Iron Cavalry lined up in a straight line, twenty silver spears pointed to the sky. Liu Da Bang Chui had a sword strapped to his ribs and an iron rod in his hands. His face was full of malevolence.
He had heard about Shang Fang Bao Sword in the opera. He heard that this thing was one level higher than the official, it was very arrogant. In any case, his superior was destined to be a military general, he looked down on this group of bookworms.
Li Dongyang saw a group of Imperial Bodyguards had arrived, but neither Zhengde nor Yang Ling had shown up; he could not help but feeling angry.
The Emperor had left the Capital in secret, he had not persuaded him to return yet, so he did not dare to make a ruckus. He had no choice but to patiently shout, "Where is Yang Ling, Yang Jun? Tell him to come see me, I have three things to say to … "
Before he could finish, Liu Da Bang Chui hung his iron rod on the victory hook, 'whizz!' he drew his sword from his belt and raised it in the air. With a thunderous shout, he shook the three scholars so much that they almost fell off their horses.
Liu Da Bang Chui opened his mung bean eyes wide as if his life depended on it. In a loud voice he shouted, "According to the Imperial Edict, after the border patrol is over, the dragon will return to the sea, the wind will be calm and the waves will be calm. Gentlemen and gentlemen can manage the affairs in the Capital with peace of mind, there is no need to worry!"
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