Back to the end of Ming Dynasty to be a warlord

Chapter 139 Heroes
It was already the third day, and Feng Kezong felt that his life was like a year. This morning, the scholars surrounded the Zhen Fusi as scheduled.

Today is more energetic than yesterday.

The notice was only posted yesterday, and it spread for a day. Today, all the scholars know about it, and after a night of emotional brewing, the scholar is even more frightened and crazier. He doesn't know that this is the instinctive stress response of human beings. overreaction.

This is the time when scholars fear the most, because of the three notices, one is more severe than the other. Needless to say, the first one is aimed at some unknown children, and the key members of the scholars don't care; These people couldn't sit still for the second repeal of their academic titles. The expulsion of their official titles has a close relationship with them, so it's no wonder they weren't nervous; but the third reduction of membership quotas hit the entire Jiangnan scholar class even more.

What the scholars felt from these stern notices was the attitude of the court, and what they felt was the court's dissatisfaction with them, so they felt helpless, even fearful, so they went crazy.

The performance of the scholar made Feng Kezong feel scared. Today, when the scholar came, he started to knock on the door.

A dozen or so stronger scholars, carrying a thick rafter, shouted chant and began to knock on the door.

There are also scholars who keep sprinkling dog blood on the wall, and some scholars set up ladders and plan to climb the wall.

Feng Kezong had the feeling of an 'army of scholars' attacking the city, and the feeling that Zhen Fusi would 'fall' today.

"what!"

Suddenly Feng Kezong shuddered because someone patted him on the shoulder.

Looking back, "Master Yang, you scared me to death."

Yang Chao said: "Lord Feng is not like a coward."

Feng Kezong sighed: "I'm not afraid that Lord Yang will laugh at you, I haven't had a good night's sleep these days."

Yang Chao smiled and said, "Lord Feng, relax."

Feng Kezong sighed: "How can I be relieved? Look at the number of scholars here today is almost [-]. Scholars from Suzhou and Hangzhou flock to Nanjing every day. The night is full of dreams. I don't know what will happen tomorrow."

Yang Chao said: "It's not going to happen tomorrow. Let him go now."

Upon hearing the release, Feng Kezong was overjoyed: "Really?"

He dreamed of letting people go.

Yang Chao said with a smile: "Don't let them go now, let them go after the scholars smashed the Jinyiwei yamen? Or let them rush in and snatch people by themselves."

Feng Kezong no longer cared about Yang Chao's jokes, and immediately sent someone to notify him to release him.

I saw a guard in Jinyi, who didn't enter the yamen, but took out a bow and shot an arrow in the direction of Zhenfusi.

That arrow made a screaming sound. It was a loud arrow, usually a full-fledged arrow, used for signaling. The front end of the arrow shaft and the back of the arrow wore a whistle drilled out of horn. The arrow only flew in the air at high speed, and the air flowed from the Pass the hole in the whistle quickly and it will make a squealing sound.

The arrow shot into the Zhenfusi Yamen.

Feng Kezong's heart immediately relaxed, his face relaxed, and he looked at the door expectantly.

Yang Chao also waited patiently.

"We are studying the seeds, and today we are working hard with passion, risking our lives to let those Jinyiwei scumbags hand over people!"

A scholar beside him shouted emotionally to the other scholars.

"Brothers collide!"

Under the instigation of the leading scholar, the people who knocked on the door became more powerful.

"Brothers collide!"

Bang bang, the rafters hit it, the door only vibrated slightly, not even a crack was exposed.

The gate of the Zhenfu Division is indeed very strong, and the strength of the scholar is indeed very small.

"Brothers, wait!"

The person who hit the door had already stretched his arms, and the person who suddenly yelled stopped, almost making them dodge.

The scholar said: "Brothers, wait, there is a voice inside, let me listen."

After speaking, he immediately lay on the door and listened carefully.

I only heard someone shouting from inside: "Young master outside, listen up, don't hit me again, we'll let him go, let him go."

When the scholar heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he turned around and shouted: "Brothers, don't hit me, Jin Yiwei has let you go."

All the scholars were stunned. They were also tired after making a fuss for the past few days. They shouted slogans every day. He shouted for release, but Jin Yiwei was never quick.

Not only did he not hand over Tian Wan, but he also did not release the young masters. The scholar had given up any hope, and when he was trying to rush in to save people, Jin Yiwei said that he would release them.

"what happened?"

With the support of several scholars, a figure walked quickly.

The scholar who shouted hurriedly went over and said with a smile: "Young Master, Jin Yiwei said that he will release him."

It was Maoxiang who came.

Mao Xiang was taken aback for a moment, with a puzzled look on his face: "How do you say that?"

The scholar said: "Jin Yiwei told us not to bump into each other, they promised to let us go."

Mao Xiang nodded: "Then wait."

Maoxiang has been leading people to surround the Fusi of Jinyiwei Town, but he has never rushed to the front line. That does not fit his status. He just needs to stand behind and hold the line. With him, the scholars will have the courage to do something like this. The hard work is done by those poor and lowly scholars.

The scholar hurriedly said: "Young Master Mao's words are very true. We won."

Mao Xiang snorted coldly, but also had a look of joy: "That's right, I won. By the way, I remember your name is Huang?"

Mao Xiang has a good memory, otherwise it would be impossible for him to learn so well and remember so many classics.

The scholar laughed quickly and said, "Your majesty, you forget things too much, and you are in the Huangfeng Mansion in Xiajiangning."

Mao Xiang nodded, this Huangfeng mansion looked for him yesterday, but he didn't answer him, he remembered that this person has been actively following him, today he got a rafter, let everyone rush in to save people, and took the lead Shout out.

That's when the door finally creaked open.

A few old Jin Yiwei who were trembling inside appeared.

Wearing a tattered flying fish suit, holding an embroidered spring knife, nodding and bowing, Jinyiwei is not everyone rich and powerful, and the Jinyiwei at the lower level is also very desolate. These are the lower-level Jinyiwei. They all went home, leaving them to guard the gate.

"Young masters, calm down, calm down. The gentlemen are fine, fine, we have been serving you with good food and drink, so let them go, let them go."

Jin Yiwei nodded and bowed, fearing that the scholar would be a bad person, and if he beat them up, the beating would be in vain.

After finishing speaking, the old Jin Yiwei got out of the way, and saw a group of people walking out slowly behind them.

The three leading talents walking side by side were Chen Zhenhui, Fang Yizhi and Hou Fangyu, surrounded by a group of Jinyi guards, like their followers.

The three talents are magnificent, walking like dragons and tigers, and they look like they have won the battle.

The Huangfeng Mansion outside couldn't help but take the lead in shouting.

The other scholars were also encouraged to cheer, and the sound of long live continued for a while.

Mao Xiang took a few steps in a row, stepped directly into the gate, and met the three young masters.

"Three brothers, you have suffered!"

The three young masters waved their sleeves, their expressions remained unchanged, Hou Fangyu said righteously: "We will live for the people, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go."

"Brother, you are so kind. The foolish brother sighs to himself."

"Congratulations on the safe return of the three young masters. Let's welcome the third young master to the Meixiang Building. Surprise the third young master!"

The Huangfeng Mansion also came at this time, with a loud shout, the crowd responded, and the scholars couldn't wait to release their enthusiasm and celebrate their victory. What could be better than going to the Meixiang Tower, letting the famous prostitutes play the piano and sing, and embrace the beauty of the prostitutes? Carefree, more suitable for celebration.

Therefore, Huangfeng Mansion's suggestion has won constant support, and even the Fourth Young Master agrees with it.

It's just that Maoxiang suddenly felt that Huangfeng's mansion was disgusting to him at this time, and he dared to steal the limelight from their four young masters.

But Mao Xiang didn't refuse either, because before he could refuse, Huang Feng's mansion had brought people to lift him up together with the other three young masters, and went to Meixiang Tower with a loud noise.

Seeing this, Yang Chao felt relieved, and was quite satisfied with this Huangfeng Mansion.

Feng Kezong heaved a sigh of relief, a stone fell from his heart, and imprisoning the third son in the Zhenfu Department was as heartburning as if he was carrying a hot potato.

Yang Chao patted Feng Kezong and said with a smile: "Master Feng, clean up. Maybe they will come tomorrow."

Feng Kezong was taken aback: "Come again?"

Everyone has been released, so why are you still here?

Yang Chao said: "It's early."

Feng Kezong sighed: "When will it be a head?"

Yang Chao said again: "Hurry up!"

Yang Chao's words made Feng Kezong a little uncertain whether it was early or soon.

(End of this chapter)