Chapter 418: Using Myself as Bait
The room was quiet.
Several military heroes looked at each other, and Qiu Luan suddenly smiled.
"Jiang Qingzhi brought up the topic of the New Deal today, which was just courting trouble. But His Majesty did not dare to agree, leaving him and those people alone to face the anger of the officials, no, to face the anger of the people of the world. What happened to Fan Zhongyan? What happened to Wang Anshi? Does Jiang Qingzhi really think he can surpass his predecessors?"
"Yes!"
"Come on, drink!"
Everyone raised their glasses.
After three rounds of drinking, someone said, "How many people are saddened by Chen Su's death. Alas! It's a pity for the huge Chen family business."
Someone asked, "What happened to the Chen family?"
"After Chen Su died, his sons did not seek justice for their father or revenge for him, but instead fought over the issue of inheriting the title. The quarrels have continued for the past few days, and the noise has spread outside the mansion. Now the whole family has become a laughing stock in the capital."
"If it were me, I would definitely kill Jiang Qingzhi." A military hero sneered.
……
The wind is still cold, but it can't stop the enthusiasm that has been suppressed for a whole winter.
Jiang Qingzhi started to have fun as soon as he left the city.
He rode his horse at a gallop, feeling the cool wind whistling past his ears.
The horses were also very happy and neighed from time to time to express their happiness.
Until I ran to a remote place, there was a stream flowing, a deep green pool, a small arched bridge, and farmers in the fields looking at the snow and looking forward to the coming year...
Jiang Qing dismounted and walked to the edge of the deep pool. He let go of the reins and let the horse rest on its own.
The horse was smart and just strolled around him, occasionally picking up the dry grass with its mouth, trying to find something to eat.
Jiang Qingzhi took out some dry food from his bag and enjoyed this rare time alone while watching the gurgling water.
"Master Ding, the Mohist School has come to this point. It seems that the deadlock has been broken, but it has also moved from the dark to the light. If we want to expand again, we must make big moves.
A so-called giant like me cannot just sit back and relax, I have to ride my horse at full speed.
This is a dilemma, and I am struggling to find a way out. The new policy cannot be publicized with great fanfare, but how can we expand without breaking this stagnant situation? "
"Forcing all officials to take sides, forcing military honors to take sides..." Jiang Qingzhi held the pancake and said in a daze: "The Taoist saw my intention but didn't point it out. He was very kind. But what about the follow-up? Breaking up with all officials? That's not the way to do things, but a way to cause trouble."
"Fighting without breaking is the only option, so Daoye chose silence, which is absolutely correct."
"From the time I debuted in the Mohist School, those people seemed furious and wanted to kill me, but I knew they were waiting for me to make a mistake."
"Everything that happened in the court today was a test. I was anxiously waiting for them to make a move, but those bastards were surprisingly patient." Jiang Qingzhi muttered to himself, "Stop it? Fight back? Are we just going to sit back and watch the Mohists go on step by step? This is not the Confucian style."
The big cauldron slowly turned, and the glow continued to spread everywhere.
"To be honest, facing a behemoth like Confucianism, if I say I'm not afraid at all, that would be nonsense and self-emboldening. But I have no choice! Master Ding. If I want to save the Ming Dynasty, Confucianism is a mountain I must climb."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled bitterly. After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly cursed, "I've been talking for a long time, but you didn't even react? If not an AK, at least give me a box of grenades, right? Fuck!"
The big cauldron rotated silently, as if it saw through his intention of crying poor and miserable.
Fuck!
Jiang Qingzhi wanted to cry poor and work hard to get some rewards, but he didn't expect that Uncle Ding was indifferent.
The horse suddenly neighed nervously. Jiang Qingzhi put the cake into his sack and looked up. A farmer wearing a bamboo hat was walking towards him from the other side of the arch bridge.
……
In a house in the capital, several men were drinking.
"Jiang Qingzhi is so bold that he actually brought up the new policy again. He wants to die, but Your Majesty does not want to be buried with him. Therefore, all the ministers are silent today, and Your Majesty still chooses not to respond."
Someone said sarcastically: "It's a pity that Jiang Qingzhi is full of passion, but it's a pity that those idiots exposed their positions."
An old man said, "More than 20% and nearly 30% are on their side. Ladies and gentlemen, what does this mean?"
Someone sneered: "It means there are too many idiots."
"No, it means those people are dissatisfied with the current Confucianism." The old man said, "We can't go on like this."
"What do you mean?" the man frowned.
"As long as Jiang Qingzhi is in the government, the internal disputes within Confucianism will continue. Some people are worried that such disputes will increase and the contradictions within Confucianism will become greater and greater."
"So... do they have a way to get Jiang Qingzhi to leave?" The man said, "If not, then why are they saying these things?"
"Someone suggested a solution."
"What method?"
"A way to make Jiang Qingzhi disappear!"
"You mean, hiss..."
……
The farmer walked across the small bridge, humming a little tune and swaying as he walked.
"Hey! Meet the distinguished gentleman."
When the farmer saw Jiang Qingzhi, he quickly put down his hoe and saluted.
Jiang Qingzhi smiled and said, "Are you weeding?"
The farmer looked over 40 years old, with a dark complexion. He smiled innocently and said, "Where can I get grass at this time of year? I just can't sit still. I'm going to turn over the wasteland. At least I can grow some vegetables to supplement the family income next year. My nobleman, please be careful here."
"Why?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
The farmer stepped forward and said, "Someone drowned in this deep pool two years ago, and then people drowned one after another. Last year, someone escaped death. He said that he walked to the shore and fell into the water without realizing it. He felt someone dragging his legs in the water and pulling him down..."
"Isn't this a scapegoat?" Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile.
"Yes!" The farmer also laughed naively, "It looks like there will be one more today."
"Are you talking about yourself?" Jiang Qingzhi had a flintlock pistol in his hand and was fiddling with it slowly.
"Cousin!"
In the distance, more than ten riders were galloping towards us.
"Jiang Qingzhi!"
The farmer suddenly shouted loudly, raised his hoe high, and prepared to smash it on the head.
Jiang Qingzhi was unarmed at the moment, and the farmer bet that he could smash his brains out with just one hoe.
"Sabi!" Jiang Qingzhi raised the flintlock pistol in his hand and pulled the trigger. Bang!
Smoke gushed out from the muzzle of the gun, and the farmer slowly lowered his head in disbelief.
There was a hole above his lower abdomen.
After the Minié bullet penetrated the body, it continued to roll, causing even greater damage.
"Uh! You...you are..." The farmer slowly knelt down and looked at the flintlock pistol in Jiang Qingzhi's hand, "What is this?"
"This is a magical weapon that can make the foreign tribes on the grassland sing and dance, and can make my enemies kneel down and sing the song of conquest." Jiang Qingzhi reloaded the gunpowder and Minié bullets, put the flintlock pistol in the holster under his armpit, and tried to draw the gun a few more times.
"You are... a demon?" The farmer supported himself on the ground with his right hand, raised his head and said with all his strength, "A... demon from the Mohist school."
puff!
The farmer fell in front of Jiang Qingzhi.
The horse neighed softly.
"Cousin!"
When Prince Yu and Prince Jing saw that something was wrong here, they became very anxious, rode their horses closer, and then dismounted.
"You are a good horseman." Jiang Qingzhi pointed to the side and said, "Sit down."
"This person... someone come!" Prince Yu turned around and shouted angrily, "Go find the Jinyiwei people!"
"Calm down," King Jing said calmly, "It would be better to let Rui Jingxian come."
The Jinyiwei came to deal with official matters, but Rui Jingxian turned public affairs into private ones, bringing the matter back to the palace for a thorough investigation and not allowing outsiders to interfere.
Two boys!
Each one is more cunning than the other.
Jiang Qingzhi said unhappily, "It's all quiet now."
Prince Yu and the other man looked at each other and sat down awkwardly.
The people accompanying them began to prepare for a picnic, and Jiang Qingzhi did not mention the matter. After Xia Yan and others arrived, the old man sent people back to the city to report to the military department without waiting for Jiang Qingzhi's instructions.
"Lord Xia, wouldn't the Embroidered Uniform Guard or the Eastern Depot be better?" asked King Jing.
"That's good." Xia Yan said, "This happened after Qingzhi mentioned the new policy in the court. Who is the most suspicious?"
"Is it too late for the civil servants?" Prince Yu said.
Jiang Qingzhi set out on a journey not long after leaving the palace. From planning to arrangements, the civil servants were completely unable to react.
"Then who is it?" Xia Yan asked.
"A general's family!" said King Jing.
Xia Yan said meaningfully: "Chen Su just drowned in his own well. Who is so bold as to dare to take action again?"
King Jing was startled, "Yes! Who is so bold?"
"If Qingzhi dies, what will Your Majesty do?" Xia Yan guided.
Prince Yu said: "Father will be furious and will seek revenge... The only suspect is the military family, the military family of the capital... Thunder will come."
At this time, the Taoist priest will launch indiscriminate revenge.
"Who will benefit from the decline of military families?" The meaning of Xia Yan's words made the two princes tremble.
"Mr. Xia is saying that this was the work of the literati?" Prince Yu was stunned.
"I have seen many such tactics in my career, such as shifting the blame to opponents and misleading others." Xia Yan said, "Although I have no evidence, I have..."
Xia Yan pointed to his head and said, "Tell me here, this matter is not simple."
The old man suddenly asked: "Qingzhi, why don't you say anything?"
Jiang Qingzhi sighed, "I was fishing here, and you, Mr. Xia, scared the fish away when you came."
"What fish?" Xia Yan's eyes turned, "Where are Mo Zhan and the others?"
King Jing suddenly pointed to the distance and said, "Look there!"
In the distance, several riders were chasing something. Sun Chonglou's voice came like thunder, "Stop right there, you bastard!"
King Jing suddenly realized, "My cousin is using himself as bait to lure out those people behind the scenes."
Xia Yan scolded, "You are cunning, but you are putting yourself in danger. You are a leader of the Mohist school, and now the Mohist school has gathered a group of like-minded people. If you die, the Mohist school without its leader will become the target of crazy revenge by the Confucianists.
They will drag out Wang Yiqi and others who have lost their leader and throw them into the eighteen levels of hell, where they will never be able to turn over, as a warning to those who come after them! You... Hey!"
"But I'm fine, aren't I?" Jiang Qingzhi touched the flintlock under his armpit, thinking that if Uncle Ding was helpful and gave him a real pistol, it would be perfect.
Jiang Qingzhi stood up, "Third and fourth brothers, follow me to relax your muscles and activate your blood circulation!"
The three mounted their horses and rode away.
In the distance, a rider was turning around and fleeing towards this side.
Jiang Qingzhi drew his sword and asked, "Have you ever seen someone being killed?"
"Uncle, don't you want someone alive?" Prince Yu asked.
"What do you think this person knows?" Jiang Qingzhi sneered and drew his sword.
Choking!
The long sword is unsheathed.
The visitor's eyes narrowed, and then he was delighted, "Jiang Qingzhi!"
He raised his long sword high and Jiang Qingzhi began to speed up.
The two riders approached quickly.
Jiang Qingzhi easily dodged his opponent's sword and swept his long sword against the cold wind.
With the help of the horse's momentum, a head flew up...
When a person who escaped later saw this, he reined in his horse without hesitation.
"Die or dismount!" Jiang Qingzhi pointed his knife at his opponent, and blood kept dripping from the blade.
The man put the long knife on his neck and tried to pull it hard several times, but finally dropped the knife and dismounted.
"I am willing to surrender!"
……
Please give me tickets at the end of the month! Brothers.
(End of this chapter)
