The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 151

The sky in the east appeared pale, and the rain gradually stopped.

The smell of water vapor in the air was still strong, and Sun Jie walked out of the barracks.

Chen Hu led a few followers and walked over from a distance.

"My lord, all the gates of Jinling City have been taken down, and 32 people resisted, all of them were killed!"

Chen Hu clasped his fists and clasped his hands, the armor on his body was covered with blood.

Only 32 people resisted. The defense of this huge Jinling City is really unbearable.

No wonder during the Jiajing period, more than a dozen Japanese pirates were able to kill all the way to the Jinling city.

Sun Jie nodded and said, "Gather the remaining soldiers and horses and go to Duke Wei's mansion!"

"Order!"

Chen Hu clasped his hands and walked towards the barracks.

Sun Jie returned to the barracks and came to the fire.

Xu Hongji slept soundly, pampered and pampered for decades, his body was hollowed out by wine and sex, how could he persist overnight?
Sun Jie kicked him awake, "Don't sleep, let's go to your house!"

Xu Hongji opened his sleepy eyes and stared at Sun Jie, "What do you want to do?"

"It is said that the first generation of Wei Guogong was favored by Emperor Taizu Gao, and the house at home was the residence of Emperor Taizu Gao before he ascended the throne.

It is said that the nine bends and thirteen corridors of Wei Guogong's mansion are the culmination of gardens in the south of the Yangtze River.Go to your home as a guest and enjoy the prosperous scenery in the south of the Yangtze River! "Sun Jie stared at Xu Hongji with a smile on his face.

In today's world, apart from vassal princes from all over the world, the richest person is none other than Duke Wei's mansion.

Controlling the land in the south of the Yangtze River, overseas smuggling, textile trade, usury, land rent and other industries have been involved.

Accumulated for hundreds of years, it has become a tyrant in the south of the Yangtze River.

The back garden of Wei Guogong's mansion has a very elegant name - Zhanyuan.

At the beginning of Jiajing, the garden was built on the former site of the back garden of Wei Guogong's mansion.

According to historical records, "the hall is wide and deep, and the gardens and marshes are beautiful and different", and it is famous as "the crown of all gardens in Jinling".

Qianlong once lived in Zhanyuan when he went south to the south of the Yangtze River. Even this person who loves wealth and honor and enjoys glory repeatedly praised him.

"What do you want to do?!" Xu Hongji's voice suddenly became low, and panic flashed across his face for no reason.

Forcing troops into a prosperous place, as long as it is an individual, it can be understood.

"You dare, you dare!"

Xu Hongji yelled again and again.

Yang Lin came from the side and kicked him on the mouth.

"Call!"

Sun Jie stood up straight and said, "You will understand when the time comes!"

Sun Jie stomped out the fire in front of him and asked Xu Hongji to be controlled.

In Jinling in early summer, the rain comes and goes quickly.

Another sunny day, no different from usual.

However, there were a few rumors in the restaurants, teahouses and brothels in Goulan in the city.

He said that there were thieves who took advantage of the rainy night to enter the city.

Those soldiers who were defeated by Sun Jie huddled in the city, talking about what they saw and heard.

But most people don't believe it. After so many years of peace, how come there are thieves all of a sudden?
I haven't seen any news in the past few days. Why is there a thief all of a sudden?

How is this possible!
Most of the people took these words as a joke. Those retreating "thieves and soldiers" were all low-level pickled goods. Few gentry would believe their crazy words.

Wei Guogong's Mansion is located in the core area of ​​the Qinhuai River, not far from the Confucius Temple, and next to the Confucius Temple is the Jinling Gongyuan.

This is a famous place for fireworks in the south of the Yangtze River. The moonlit night of the twenty bridges has fascinated countless scholars.

For hundreds of years, I don't know how many people have drunk their bones in the Qinhuai River.

No matter the hero, no matter the hero.

This is a bone-cutting place.

The heroes are all gone here, and they are depressed in the hometown of their children.

There is a garden on the bank of the Qinhuai River called "Rushi Residence".

Liu Rushi, one of the "Eight Beauties of the Qinhuai River" lived in it.

Last year, Liu Rushi got acquainted with Qian Qianyi, a great Confucian in Jiangnan Donglin, and it was not too late for the two to meet each other.

The wealthy Qian Qianyi waved his hand and bought a villa on the bank of the Qinhuai River where every inch of land was expensive, and gave it to Liu Rushi.

In the main room where Rushi lives, Liu Rushi is wearing a green shirt and playing the guqin.

Wisps of blue smoke came out of the incense burner placed next to it.

The sound of the piano and the blue smoke are intertwined, swirling on the beams of the house.

Qian Qianyi sat beside him, clapped his hands together, and sang Nian Nujiao.

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and Liu Rushi looked at Qian Qianyi.

"Layman, why did you stop?"

Qian Qianyi asked with a smile.

Although she is a prostitute, she is also proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

With deep family and country feelings and political ambitions, later generations commented that "his aspirations are noble, his actions are generous, and his words are euphemistic and fierce, which is impossible for anyone who is not a true patriot."

Liu Rushi frowned slightly, and said: "Earlier this morning, someone from the family went out to buy, and said that someone in the market said that a wave of thieves entered the city last night while taking advantage of the heavy rain.

Now that there are constant wars in the north, if there is another change in the south of the Yangtze River, it may be dangerous to the court!My lord is an official of the imperial court, even though he is idle at home, he should also take responsibility! "

Qian Qianyi is a master who is afraid of death. The six words "itchy scalp, too cold water" are the best in ancient and modern times, far inferior to Liu Rushi who died for his country.

He said: "It's just rumors in the market, how can there be thieves?

Not to mention the Yangtze River natural moat as a barrier, the city built by Emperor Taizu Gao was not easily invaded by those people.And don't worry, it's okay! "

A pair of eyes kept scanning Liu Rushi's body. Although he looked upright, his heart was full of gossip.

Liu Rushi wanted to say something, but heard a loud and orderly voice coming in from outside.

After a while, a servant girl ran in from the outside, her face was full of panic, "Layman, my lord, soldiers are coming outside, it's terrifying, a ten-foot-long knife, like a ghost!"

Such exaggerated words made Qian Qianyi and Liu Rushi flustered.

"Stop talking nonsense, how can there be weapons in this water town in the south of the Yangtze River?!"

Qian Qianyi didn't believe it, so he hurriedly opened the door and went out to have a look.

Liu Rushi followed closely behind.

The gate opened, and a majestic cavalry with bright armor came from a distance.

Sun Jie rode on the horse, followed closely by the soldiers behind him, all eyes fixed on him.

Next to it is the Qinhuai River, with a thin layer of rouge floating on it, a little slippery, and under the sunlight, it glows with a blurred light.

The fragrance of cosmetic powder floats in the air, smelling it will make people intoxicated.

The armor of soldiers and horses is distinctive, with steel armor, iron and blood, chilling.

It is out of tune with this gentle Jiangnan, like a strong iron knife inserted into a rose garden.

There are onlookers on both sides, and they really don't know how to be afraid.

Also, Jiangnan has been in peace for a long time, and I have never seen such a scene.

In addition, Sun Jie's team has committed no crimes and does not compete with others, which will naturally attract crowds to watch.

On the second and third floors of those Goulan brothels, the girls pushed open the windows, sang backyard flowers, talked and laughed, but they didn't know what to be afraid of.

"Where did the soldiers come from?"

Qian Qianyi was flustered.

The equipment is very different from that in the south of the Yangtze River, and they may be guest soldiers.

Suddenly remembered an incident not long ago.

At that time, after receiving the news from Xu Yunzhen, Xu Hongji, the Duke of Wei, informed the gentry in Jiangnan about this matter.

This incident naturally reached Qian Qianyi's ears.

However, at the time, he didn't believe it at all, and he didn't take it to heart.

Because this matter is outrageous no matter how you look at it, it is outrageous to let soldiers and horses from Shaanxi come to control taxes.

Seeing Sun Jie's soldiers and horses now, he couldn't help but think of this incident.

Liu Rushi saw Sun Jie at the front of the team at a glance.

Tall body, black iron armor, black iron helmet.

The red tassels on the top of the helmet fluttered in the wind like red waves.

Riding a war horse like an iron tower, full of oppression.

It's like being placed in the desert of northern Xinjiang, vicissitudes and chills.

With just one glance, he saw the killing.

The righteousness on his body was so intimidating that the makeup fan dared not approach him.

The horseshoe slapped on the ground, and the sound echoed in the world.

Liu Rushi couldn't help blurting out: "This is a real man, so it should be!"

Hearing Liu Rushi's voice, Qian Qianyi felt upset, and sarcastically said, "Fang Haoerlang, who sings the number one scholar outside the Donghua Gate, is just a stinking mound!"

Liu Rushi didn't answer, but stared fixedly at Sun Jie with a rosy face.

Sun Jie's appearance was imposing, and he was young and tall, especially against the background of his armor, he was even more upright.

With the soldiers and horses guarding him behind him, a sense of heroism emerges spontaneously.

For a prostitute like Liu Rushi, it has become instinctive to envy the strong.

Compared with a strong man like Sun Jie, Qian Qianyi is a greasy old man with a fat head and big ears, pretending to be elegant.

Naturally, Sun Jie would not notice them and led the troops forward.

Then disappeared on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

Looking at the direction where the soldiers and horses disappeared, Liu Rushi said blankly: "This is a great hero!"

No wonder she thought so.

As for the battlefield, she only knew about it from books.

Although there are descriptions in books or poems, it is far less shocking than seeing it with your own eyes.

"The horse is Lu Feikuai, is this horse the legendary Luma?
But let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain!Could this general be a flying general! "

Liu Rushi kept reading various ancient poems.

The soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River are weak and weak, far less powerful than they were just now.

Qian Qianyi was full of jealousy, he gritted his teeth, and kept scratching his thigh with his right hand.

"Just wait here, I'll go and have a look. Entering the city without a warrant is a serious crime, I want to see who it is, who is so bold!"

In fact, I already have guesses in my heart, but now my mind is confused and I can't care about so much.

For thousands of years, the emphasis on literature over martial arts has already made them, literati, feel at ease.

With a few followers, they got into the sedan chair and went after Sun Jie.

The bearer was thin, with bony bones and numerous holes in his clothes.

Qian Qianyi in the sedan chair had a fat head and big ears, his face was full of red.

Sun Jie naturally didn't know that Qian Qianyi would come to chase him, and now he has come to the gate of Wei Guogong's mansion.

Looking at the closed door, Sun Jie didn't bother to let people shout, so he directly asked someone to shoot at the door.

There was smoke, flames, and sawdust flying everywhere.

At this time, Qian Qianyi chased after him in a sedan chair.

As soon as the cannon rang, the bearer threw the sedan chair on the ground and ran away in a hurry.

The entourage brought by Qian Qianyi also ran away in a flash.

Qian Qianyi stepped out of the sedan chair, looked at the scene in front of him, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed in a daze.

Almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly supported the sedan chair to stabilize his figure.

Yang Lin saw him at a glance, pointed in his direction, looked at Sun Jie, and said, "My lord, look at that old man, do you want to drive him away?!"

Sun Jie looked at Qian Qianyi, and said: "This old boy is full of fat, with a fat head and big ears. He looks like a gentleman at first glance. Take him here!"

Yang Lin took the order and headed towards Qian Qianyi with a few soldiers.

Qian Qianyi looked at the approaching soldiers and wanted to run, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

He didn't expect this to be the case. The group of soldiers in front of him dared to bombard Duke Wei's mansion.

Wei Guogong's mansion doesn't take it seriously, he is a fart.

This is a group of fierce men, a group of fierce soldiers.

I felt a little regretful in my heart, regretting why I had to be quick for a while.

Yang Lin stopped in front of Qian Qianyi, riding a war horse to look down on him, and said: "You old brat is not cowardly, you dare to follow him, left and right, take him down!"

Listening to the strong foreign accent and watching the soldiers jumping off their horses and coming towards him, Qian Qianyi lost feeling in his legs and knelt on the ground.

Just like Qian Qianyi knelt outside the city to welcome Jiannu soldiers when Jiannu soldiers entered Jinling in history.

The bones are still the same weak.

The soldiers dragged them to Sun Jie like they were picking up mud, and like dragging a dead dog.

Sun Jie just glanced at him lightly, and let Chen Hu lead the soldiers to charge towards Duke Wei's mansion.

Those who resist will be shot and killed.

Money looted!

Soldiers filed forward, Qian Qianyi swallowed again as he watched the soldiers leaving.

"I'm here, Qian Qianyi, who was originally the servant of the Ministry of Rites. I don't know who the general is?!"

Qian Qianyi stuttered while talking.

He didn't care at first, but upon hearing this, Sun Jie suddenly turned his head and looked at Qian Qianyi.

"Qian Qianyi? Qian Shouzhi? Qian Muzhai? People from Xipu, Luyuan, Changshu County, Suzhou Prefecture?" Sun Jie was somewhat surprised.

Qian Qianyi, courtesy name Shouzhi, nicknamed Muzhai.

Qian Qianyi was a little surprised, how could he be so clear about his background? !
"It's right here!"

Qian Qianyi stammered back.

"It really is you!"

Sun Jie said with a half smile.

"I heard that you, old boy, married a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as flowers and jade, and you are not at home enjoying the joys of fish and water. How did you come here?" Sun Jie said sarcastically.

Qian Qianyi felt bitter.

If you hadn't hooked her soul, how could I have come here?
Qian Qianyi was silent, he didn't know how to answer.

After holding back for a long time, he said: "General, what are you doing here? The Duke of Wei's mansion is loyal to the court. If I guessed correctly, the general should be General Sun, who was sent by the court to control taxes. What are you doing here?" ?!"

"Where is there so much nonsense, pull this old boy down, watch carefully, and deal with him after finishing the affairs of Duke Wei's mansion!" Sun Jie said.

Without further ado, Yang Lin jumped off the horse and pulled the old boy off himself.

Before leaving, he gave him a few big mouths.

I was delighted in my heart: "This old boy is Tanhua in the 38th year of Wanli, from the official position to the minister of the Ministry of Rites. This big mouth is really comfortable, comfortable!"

Literati look down on each other, Yang Lin is a juren, and he went to Beijing to rush for the exam before, but he never passed the exam.

He thought his essays were good, but he failed the rankings many times.

There was already a bit of anger in my heart, but now seeing Qian Qianyi, the "big boss of the imperial examination", that anger was suddenly brought out.

It's just human nature!
(End of this chapter)