lethal arsenal

Chapter 392 Weird things in Yang’s house

The first time a strange thing happened in Yang Hao's mansion was in early May.

That month, the Ministry of Household Affairs issued a report on the "six injustices" to Qu Shichu, the fourth of which was to request the execution of Yang Hao, the governor of Liaodong, and Wang Huazhen, the general who betrayed the Donglin Party and joined the Wei Party.

Chongzhen, who had only been emperor for a short time, only said that "if something goes wrong in the border areas, there will be laws of its own" without a clear statement.

At this time, Chongzhen was not in the murderous state that he would be in later, but he just made a serious note to the two of them in his heart.

In May, the weather in Beijing has begun to get hot.

Yang Hao's second wife, Mrs. Yang Li, was sitting in a side room with a view of the bamboos in the courtyard, enjoying herself eating fruits on a wooden plate.

She is not only Yang Hao's wife, but also the granddaughter of Jin Liangyu, a Shanxi merchant.

Jin Liangyu was one of the eight major Shanxi merchants. Many Donglin Party members in the court had deep ties with Shanxi merchants.

On the other hand, Shanxi merchants were also one of the biggest pushers for banner people to enter the customs, transporting massive amounts of food, weapons, and firearms out of the customs every year.

It is also true that even if Yang Hao is imprisoned, it will still not affect the Yang Li family's wealth.

The maid brought a ripe papaya, cut the whole papaya in half, and then cut it into three slices.

The melon fruit is mellow and sweet, with thin skin and thick flesh, exuding aroma. She was savoring the papaya carefully when a black cat walked in from the courtyard slowly.

It's a big black cat.

It walked to the melons and fruits and sat down cross-legged, its green pupils staring at Yang Li.

"Well, it looks good. It's a big melon."

Yang Li swallowed the melon in her mouth and stared at the black cat in disbelief.

She looked around and saw no other figures, so she was sure that it was not a prank caused by some lowly slave.

"That's right, I'm the one talking..."

"what!"

At this time, Yang Li screamed in horror.

"hehe."

The cat demon smiled softly, opened its big red mouth, wriggled its tongue, and swallowed the papaya in one gulp.

It swung its tail and kept swaying, and in a short time, it ate the melon cleanly.

"Thanks for the hospitality."

After saying that, he swung his tail, jumped up to the roof, and disappeared in front of Yang Li.

However, the matter did not end there. The cat demon would come back from time to time, and its requests became more and more exaggerated... Unbearable to be humiliated, the Yang Li family began to activate connections in the capital and ask for help everywhere.

……

"So, it's a cat demon that makes Yang Hao's house uneasy?"

Lin Dong couldn't help but ask.

The carriage has stopped at this time, in a rare alley in the inner city of Beijing.

The mansion has high walls and a deep courtyard, with white walls and black tiles, and two vermilion doors inlaid with large and small copper nails.

There are two stone lions stepping on hydrangeas at the door, and three ancient trees around them, making it look majestic.

You know, the owner of the house is still imprisoned in the sky prison at the moment.

However, Yang Zhai still maintains his prince-like demeanor.

Lin Dong had some knowledge about Yang Hao.

When he knew that the second time and space would be in the late Ming Dynasty, Lin Dong consciously collected files on various figures related to the late Ming Dynasty.

As for Yang Hao, there is a lot of information sealed in the Qing court's secret books.

Call him a traitor, but that's really out of the question. You have to describe him as an incompetent person.

Of course, some people say that if you want to evaluate the Qing Dynasty's best batulu.

Yuan Chonghuan, Zhu Youjian, and Yang Hao can all be listed on the candidate list.

Taking a detailed look at the entire Ming Dynasty history, the last man who could command two 100,000-level battles in succession and lose both times was Li Jinglong during the Jianwen period.

The second one was Yang Hao, who arrived in Japan to aid Korea and wrote a letter to President Konishi to persuade him to surrender, but returned in defeat.

This was only his first defeat, Wanli was defeated.

Because of the operations of the Shanxi merchants, he was reinstated as governor twelve years later, and also presided over a larger battle, which was the battle that almost determined the life and death of the Ming Dynasty, the Battle of Sarhu.

The defeat in this battle depleted the last bit of national power of the Ming Dynasty.

After Chongzhen came to power, he faced a mess that couldn't be worse. However, among the "six injustices" submitted by the Ministry of Household Affairs this year, the deal with Yang Hao still failed to pass.

From Wanli to Chongzhen, even if he is imprisoned, this old man must be seventy or eighty years old.

As for Yang Hao's second wife, isn't she an old woman in her fifties or sixties?

"The taste of this cat demon is really strong."

Lin Dong was thinking in his mind, and he couldn't help but have obscene thoughts.

The scribe led Lin Dong and others through the corner door on the side. Several stout servants quickly bowed in front of Lin Dong and his group, quite respectfully.

"These traitors are really rich."

Facing the magnificent buildings with carved beams and painted beams, and the maid holding a three-tailed white ferret, Yin Ling'er couldn't help but whisper softly.

Ghost Hand Li looked around, and his eyes fell on some cloud patterns on the backs of the beams and pillars of the main hall house, and said softly: "This is the talisman technique of Chilong Island. It can not only gather Qi and smooth water, but also make the house warm in winter and cool in summer. It can also gather wealth from all directions and nourish the body..."

Ma Zhenyi took a probing look, and then fell silent, only following Lin Dong's side, like a statue of a god. The table is decorated with gold patterns and the seats are covered with red cotton cushions.

From the incense burner on the side, wisps of light smoke curl up.

"Masters, please wait here for a moment. My master will be here soon."

The scribe said respectfully.

Lin Dong and others randomly found a seat and sat down.

"How did you know that I would enter through Chongwen Gate?"

Lin Dong grabbed the cup on the side and played with it casually.

"This little one doesn't know, it's just Madam's order."

The scribe shook his fan and laughed.

"Okay, go ahead and get busy."

There were maids around who came to make tea and water, and they all looked pretty good.

However, with Xu Tianxiong by his side, it was difficult for Lin Dong to see these ordinary flowers and plants.

After a while, the scribe came over and said that it was about his wife's reputation, and he wanted to ask Lin Dong to talk alone.

Lin Dong also couldn't figure out what the Yang Li family was doing.

Since reputation is at stake, is it appropriate to invite him, a foreigner, to meet alone?

However, when he thought of the killing Guanyin mentioned in Xuanyuan General Zhao's letter, Lin Dong also agreed to the other party's request and followed the scribe to a secret room in the inner courtyard.

As for whether it was a tiger's mouth, was it possible that an ambush was involved?

Ma Zhenyi was outside, and besides, how could he, Lin Dong, be weak?

Those who are below two thunder tribulations in the Dongxuan realm can almost be beaten to death, and those who are above two thunder tribulations can also survive a few moves.

……

But he said that Lin Dong had entered the secret room.

Guishou Li, who was staying in the living room, could not sit still. Just because he saw Ma Zhenyi, Ma Dianxian stood up slowly, walked outside the courtyard, and looked northward.

It was a bright sunny day.

The scorching sun was high, Ma Zhenyi, who was wearing a gray robe with most of his body covered in the robe, gently rubbed his nose.

"The wind, the chilling wind, swept across."

Ma Zhenyi whispered.

Guishou Li, who was leaning over, happened to hear the murmur of this Quanzhen senior.

"There are many monsters in the Forbidden City."

Ma Zhenyi's face looked a bit solemn.

Ghost Hand Li followed Ma Zhenyi's gaze and looked towards the void.

He took out the porcelain bottle, wetted his fingers with the potion, and lightly applied it on his eyelids. When he looked again, he saw a line of smoke rising into the sky.

The majestic murderous aura shot straight into the sky like a column.

Suddenly, the entire capital was boiling.

Jinyiwei, Da Neidongchang, exorcists, and policemen from Shuntian Mansion all took action.

A small town hundreds of miles away from the capital.

The town is not large in area, but it is located at a strategic location. It is the first place for business travelers traveling from south to north to settle down.

Teahouses, restaurants, inns and escort agencies are lined up in rows.

however……

The once prosperous town was now lifeless.

The thick smell of blood filled the streets and alleys, and the most exaggerated thing was dead people, dead people everywhere.

Arms were missing, legs were missing, and the inn's flag was stuck upside down, piercing the chests of the innkeeper and his wife.

Broken flags were strung together to crucify people on the threshold.

The flag painted with a teapot is stained with blood.

Knights carrying swords and swords fell everywhere in the street.

The bright red blood gurgled across the stone slabs.

The scorching sun hung high in the sky, scorching the old willow trees beside the road until they were dying.

From time to time, a demonic wind blows, blowing up the smell of blood and raising sand and dust like a pale yellow mist.

The yellow mist was mixed with traces of blood red.

Another figure of a man was vaguely revealed.

He is tall, with well-proportioned bones, long and powerful arms, a pair of scarlet eyes, and a ferocious wooden mask on his face, with fangs baldly protruding from his mouth.

This man's hands are empty, his feet are not touching the ground, and his clothes are covered in red like maple leaves.

Drops of blood slid down the back of his hand.

Shen Lian gently rubbed the back of his hands, raised his head, looked at the big city to the north, and said in a low voice: "Prisoner Wood Demon, your performance can begin."

(End of this chapter)