Chapter 378 Forbidden Army Out of Chaos
Wang Ji'en's death did not cause any fluctuation. For many years, the once prominent eunuch died silently in the wilderness, as if after the dawn reappeared, the night quietly faded, which was so ordinary that it was difficult to attract attention.
Xiao Muchun suffered some injuries, but it was not a fatal injury. Under the care of Luo's daughter, she was slightly recuperated and generally recovered as before, which also made Yang Jing let go of her hanging heart.
After the early morning, I was still busy with the defense, but what Wang Ji'en said before his death had been flashing in his mind.
"Fu Ning Hall..."
Putting down the dizzy roster in his hand, Yang Jing said in a low voice. He really couldn't figure out what kind of secret was hidden in the Taizu bedroom.
However, it can be said from Wang Jien's mouth. I'm afraid it's not a trivial matter. It is very likely to be related to the country and society of the Song Dynasty. Thinking of this, Yang Jing couldn't help struggling again.
Curiosity has taken root in his mind. Maybe the next time he enters the palace, he will go to the Funing Hall to solve the puzzle.
But Yang Jing did not want to do this. Obviously, what is hidden in the Funing Hall is not something that ordinary people can provoke. At this moment, he has been named Wenwuhou and has been hated and envied by countless people. Perhaps, even Zhao Dezhao has secretly guarded against him. If he falls into this kind of incomprehensible but it is related to him. Isn't it a matter of family life asking for trouble?
There are more and more mysteries, and Yang Jing can't find the mysterious person who killed Wang Ji'en last night. He didn't leave any clues, as if he had evaporated from the world and never appeared.
But that's exactly what makes Yang Jing very uneasy.
Zhao Dezhao is busy sitting in the dragon chair. The mysterious man is definitely not sent by him, but he always stares at Wang Jien and knows that he is hiding secrets. I'm afraid it's not easy.
Maybe he is a person in cultivation.
As a son of Taoism, Yang Jing couldn't help but want to go to Buddhism and Confucianism. After all, Lv Meng of Confucianism was watching in the court, and on the night of the palace change, the disciples of the Buddha also appeared in the palace and acted for Zhao Guangyi. I'm not sure, killing Wang Jien was what some of them did.
At this point, a cold light flashed in Yang Jing's eyes. If it was really them, it would be a big trouble. Although the current situation is safe, why not the calm before the storm? Once the news is leaked, it may be the time for the other party to act.
There must be another turbulence between the government and the opposition.
Never let them succeed!
Yang Jing made up his mind, so he took half of the rice paper and wrote down the matter. Later, he got up and went out of the hall, looking for Xiao Muchun, who was waiting outside the Privy Council, and asked him to deliver the rice paper to the clerk of a small restaurant in Dongcheng, Bianliang.
There is the contact point of the Taoist family. Since Yang Jing was awarded the title of Marquis of Wenwu, he has been staring at him more. Therefore, it is inconvenient to investigate Wang Jien's murder. It's better to let the disciples of the Taoist family hide in Bianliang do it for him. I think it will be more rewarding than him.
"I'm not convinced. I have the ability to kill someone!"
Turning around and entering the Privy Council, the roar came from his ears. Since the official ordered the defense, the indignant generals of the forbidden army came to argue every day. Most of them felt that the Privy Council made Xue Juzheng gentle, so they came here to vent their dissatisfaction.
Soon, a burly and angry man came out of the room where Song Qi was temporarily staying.
Obviously, Xue Juzheng's old and bone discomfort has been very appropriate in the past few days, and most of the generals of the imperial army have some respects. What's more, even Song Qi, the secretary of the Ministry of War, has never paid attention to it.
For these people, Yang Jing is not willing to deal with them. He can decide on the battalions and brigades in the four cities around Bianliang, but the soldiers sent to northern Xinjiang are all from the rosters sent from the palace. Those people are thought to be 'net'.
And he didn't know the man with tiger's head and shoulder armor in front of him, so Yang Jing didn't know where to transfer. However, the dispatch of the Forbidden Army from Bianliang to other states is undoubtedly to shatter the superiority of the Forbidden Army for many years, and it is reasonable to be angry.
Anyway, with Zhao Dezhao on it, who dares not listen to the order?
Thinking like this, Yang Jing did not go to see the strong man and walked to the hall by himself. Unexpectedly, the latter saw the direction he was going and immediately became furious. "It's you, the marquis, want to transfer someone's 'Longjie Horse Army' brigade to the place where the birds don't die in Caozhou!"
Hearing this, Yang Jing roughly understood that he used Zhao Dezhao as the top cylinder, while others used him as the top cylinder. He really couldn't escape the excuse in the officialdom.
He stopped and looked at the strong man gasping for breath. Yang Jing said lightly, "The adjustment of defense is the order of the official, and I am just ordered to act."
"Act according to the order? It's clear that you are self-righteous. I don't know what tricks you have used to flatter the saint, and transfer a certain loyal man away from Bianliang to make a picture of great rebellion!"
"Bold!"
Hearing these slanderous words, Yang Jing couldn't help roaring.
Unexpectedly, the strong man snorted coldly and rushed up with his sword, "I was defeated and became a Liao lackey. How could I be at ease? Today, I risked my life to Qingjun's side and give me back the Song Dynasty!"
The fine steel sword made of cold iron stabbed Yang Jing with cold light. On the one hand, the bodyguard on duty of the Privy Council was already stunned when he saw this scene and took a breath of cold air one after another, but there was no time to stop it.
"Dangdang!"
The crisp sound woke them up from the shock, but their eyes were widened at random, just because the marquis, who was as thin as Fu Liu Shusheng, actually broke the superior sword with his fingers, and even flew to kick the front of the palace with a big waist.
It's so awesome!
"Take him down, put him in the prison of Kaifeng Mansion, and tell Chen Fuyin that without my permission, who can't let go of this disrespectful person!"
The soldiers waiting on one side came to their senses, and immediately three or four people came forward and put out the strong man who collapsed to the ground, his face was red and swollen, and he could no longer speak.
Solving this arrogant and domineering general, Yang Jing continued to walk to his hall. When he was about to step into the house, he turned around and saw Song Qi standing outside the house and nodded slightly with a smile.
Back to the table, Yang Jing was busy with defense again. Tens of thousands of forbidden troops made him fall into a headache again.
"Marquis, it's not good!"
A pawn dressed in soapy clothes rushed in under the leadership of the soldiers on duty in the Privy Council. He looked anxious and seemed to be a big deal.
Putting down the roster in his hand, Yang Jing said in a low voice, "Don't panic, what's going on?"
"Marquis, they want to let people go..."
"Who?"
"The Longjie Horse Army, as well as the Hujie Bujun, the Konghe Bujun, and the Iron Horsemen Army."
"Bold!"
Yang Jing suddenly patted his right hand on the table, and his face turned gloomy. The Longjie Horse Army, Hujie Bujun, Konghe Bujun, and the Iron Horse Riding Army were the elites of the next Thursday. They were the four armies in the front division of the palace. Their status was detached, which was not comparable to that of ordinary battalions. Now Zhao Dezhao wants to transfer the forbidden army, and they have already been too high. How can you stand it?
And this is also what Yang Jing has been worried about. He had a headache and didn't know how to pay attention to those forbidden soldiers. Maybe it was time to set an example. When he was hesitating, the previous Longjie Ma army that came to the downtown would strengthen Yang Jing's determination. Even if these forbidden troops have all kinds of family backgrounds, at least he Yang Jing's orders, as long as he takes If you pinch it moderately, someone will help him clean up the ending.
Therefore, Yang Jing wanted to put all the troops of the Longjie Ma army into the prison of Kaifeng Mansion.
This is the case.
It made people take a quick horse. They came out of the Privy Council and went to the Kaifeng government office. When there were still several miles away, the streets where people should have come and went seemed quite deserted.
After another moment, the street was full of well-dressed soldiers, holding swords, spears and knives, and moving forward together. The further forward, the more people there were, and it seemed that the whole street would be blocked.
In front of the government office of Kaifeng, several burly men stood in the front, with the long sword in his hand half out of the sheath, staring at the government office where the door was closed.
"Brother Xu, there is no need to wait any longer. He directly smashed the government door and rescued Brother Tan!"
A dark-faced man said, and another bearded man immediately nodded and echoed, "Brother He is right, Brother Xu, don't waste time here. We waited for our ancestors to start the country with Taizu, but we don't want to have the end of the northern Xinjiang. It's time to let the officials know that this is a wrong decision. Otherwise, in terms of the crime of breaking into the government without permission, it is just a place of degraded, and there is no other difference.
It was thought that he was determined by this sentence. The square-faced man, who had been silent, pulled out the half-sheathed sword and ordered the soldier behind him who was dissatisfied with the need for catharsis, "Rush in!"