Chapter 645: Brothers quarrel within the wall, defend against external insults
"Leader!"
Mo Zhan drew his sword and rushed forward, but Sun Chonglou was faster. He rushed forward, grabbed a grassland merchant with one hand, lifted him up suddenly, and smashed him against the counter.
With a loud bang, the counter collapsed. In the smoke and dust, the grassland merchant looked limp, with no idea how many bones he had broken. But he looked like he was barely breathing, so he probably wasn't going to survive.
"Jiang Qingzhi, you dare!"
Amid screams, a knife flashed, and then the head fell to the ground, tumbling a few times, and rolled on the side of the face of a lying official from the Ministry of Rites. He howled miserably and tried to get up, but a sharp pain in his fractured thigh caused him to wail again.
Sun Chonglou grabbed the other man, looked down at him with his burly body, and punched him on the top of the head.
With a bang, everyone saw the businessman roll his eyes, and then two lines of white snot flowed from his nostrils.
That's the brain!
Sun Chonglou let go, but Mo Zhan stopped.
The boss said to kill three people, he killed one, Sun Chonglou killed two, and the rest could only have their legs broken.
But a man rushed over from the side and fought with a grassland merchant. His moves were strange, but he was very strong. He knocked his opponent to the ground in two moves, and then hit him hard with a sheathed long knife.
Amidst the merchant's screams, his two legs were broken alive. At this moment, Sun Chonglou had already completed the task of breaking the other three legs.
"Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Boll, a down-and-out sailor from Portugal and the chief adviser of the West, knelt on one knee and respectfully asked for orders.
"Fuck!" Sun Bu Tong suddenly felt that his position seemed to be threatened.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at those merchants and said grimly, "Who gave you the courage to take action in the capital of the Ming Dynasty?"
You are just now starting to blame... We've already started a fight, and people have died, and you... shouldn't behave like this!
The two officials from the Ministry of Rites were stunned.
The remaining merchants were trembling in fear. Some of them lowered their heads and said bitterly, "Chang Wei Bo, the Ming Dynasty also has caravans on the grassland."
"It's also possible not to have it." Jiang Qingzhi said coldly.
The merchants were shocked.
Yes, for the Ming Dynasty, transactions with the Altan Khanate were dispensable, but for the Altan Khanate, transactions with the Ming Dynasty were indispensable.
But will I swallow this?
The merchants gnashed their teeth. Jiang Qingzhi turned around and the two officials from the Ministry of Rites looked at him with complicated eyes.
"If the other party strikes, you must fight back without hesitation. Even if someone is killed, there will be someone to cover for you."
The official from the Ministry of Rites lowered his head, with a look of sadness in his eyes, "Many times..."
"Many times, it is better to have less trouble than more, right?" Jiang Qingzhi took out the medicinal cigarette. Sun Bu Tong was about to light it, but was beaten to it by Boll.
Jiang Qingzhi lit up the incense and took a deep breath. "Whether you kill someone or get killed, you have fulfilled your mission. Only retreating, only bowing your head, only being cowardly and afraid of things...you are losing the face of the Ming Dynasty and the face of His Majesty!"
"I'm worried about being punished by my superiors, and I'm worried that no one will cover my losses. All these thoughts are gone from now on." Jiang Qingzhi pointed at the merchants with his cigarette butt, "If the Ministry of Rites doesn't care, I still have you. If I don't care, I still have Your Majesty! The bones of the Ming Dynasty have always been upright and have never been bent!"
Jiang Qingzhi strode out. The two officials from the Ministry of Rites looked at each other, turned around, and saluted Jiang Qingzhi.
"Long Wilbur!"
Yan San dismounted in front of the inn, just as Jiang Qingzhi came out.
"No one died, right?" Yan San asked.
"Three died." Sun Bu Tong said.
Yan San sighed: "We are late."
He walked into the lobby, took a look, and shook his head, saying, "This guy... is truly the reincarnation of the God of Death."
Jiang Qingzhi took action.
"After Jiang Qingzhi went in to briefly question them, he ordered the killing of three businessmen and the breaking of the legs of four others."
A Jinyiwei was reporting.
Zhu Hao: "He is actually willing to stand up for the Ministry of Rites?"
Wouldn't it be better to laugh at the joke of your old rival at this time?
Lu Bing was silent for a long time, "I understand."
Zhu Hao stopped the man and asked, "Why did you kill three people?"
"I don't know, but there were seven merchants who took action, and three people from the Ministry of Rites were injured."
Zhu Hao turned around and saw Lu Bing asking in a gloomy voice: "If you hurt one of my people, will I kill one of yours?"
Suddenly, a murderous aura enveloped the lobby.
When the news came to the Ministry of Rites, the officials couldn't believe it and came out to verify it.
The two officials who returned swore an oath to heaven and said that after Jiang Qing gave the order to kill, the remaining merchants dared not speak out.
"The one who subdued those previously domineering merchants simply by his murderous aura."
Someone was watching Xu Jie's duty room.
Xu Jie is in Zhilu at this moment.
In the duty room, Yan Song and his son were discussing something in low voices.
"This matter should be handled by Xu Jie." Yan Shifan said with a smile: "This matter is a dilemma, let's see how he handles it."
"Okay!" Yan Song nodded and asked someone to call Xu Jie.
In another duty room, Xu Jie was writing Qingci.
"Sir," the attendant came in, "Please go to the Prime Minister."
Xu Jie put down his pen, took a close look at the half-written Qingci, frowned slightly, picked up the paper, blew the ink dry, folded it and put it in his sleeve before going over.
Yan Song was drinking tea. Yan Shifan looked up, a smile flashing in his one eye. "Someone just reported that the officials from the Ministry of Rites who went to expel the grassland merchants caused trouble, and three people were beaten and injured."
Xu Jie immediately saw the intention of gloating, and he said calmly: "I don't know what the prime minister thinks about this matter."
The ball was thrown.
Yan Song looked up, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "Mr. Xu can handle the affairs of the Ministry of Rites on his own."
But who was the person who interfered in the affairs of the Ministry of Rites last time?
Xu Jie nodded, "In that case, we should order the people from the Five Cities Military Department to drive them away."
If words don’t work, then use force!
Yan Song glanced at him and said nothing.
Xu Jie immediately stood up and went out.
"Dad, he told us how to deal with this matter in front of us. If it's not appropriate, you will be guilty of the same crime if you didn't object. This Xu Jie is really a dog that bites without barking." Yan Shifan sneered, "But I heard that Jiang Qingzhi went there."
"If Jiang Qingzhi goes there, given his temperament, he might take action." Yan Song pondered for a long time and said, "This matter is not a big deal, but it is not a small matter either. If it goes wrong, it may trigger Altan Khan's southward march ahead of time... So, send someone to persuade Jiang Qingzhi to stay."
"Motosuke!"
A clerk came in and said, "Just now, news came from outside that Chang Wei Bo went to deal with the grassland merchants... killed three people and broke the legs of four people."
Yan Song and his son looked at each other.
"He actually stood up for the Ministry of Rites?" Yan Song had expected Jiang Qingzhi to take action, but killing people and breaking legs were considered by Yan Song to be standing up for the Ministry of Rites.
Yan Shifan's eyes were complicated. "This is what I admire about this person. Many times, when it seems that his blood is boiling, he will abandon his position and serve the public wholeheartedly."
"This matter will lead to impeachment!" Yan Song stroked his beard and thought.
Yan Shifan shook his head, "Dad, this matter... is suppressed!"
"What you mean is..." Yan Song looked at his son, who was also his chief think tank and the shadow prime minister of the Ming Dynasty.
Yan Shifan rubbed the corner of his one-eyed man's eye and said, "If this matter did not involve the Altan tribe, then we would have no problem adding insult to injury. But they are the mortal enemy of the Ming Dynasty!"
Yan Song was silent for a long time and called Zhao Wenhua.
"Hold down the bullet."
"Yes." Zhao Wenhua was unwilling to accept it, and Yan Shifan said coldly: "The overall situation is more important."
Emperor Jiajing also got the news.
"Sure enough, this idiot!"
Emperor Jiajing sighed, stood up, walked to the statue, lit three incense sticks, and then prayed silently.
I don’t know whether I was praying for the three dead souls or for Jiang Qingzhi.
Yan San stood with his hands behind his back, "I am incompetent and arrived a step late."
"Your Majesty, Long Wilbur requests to see you."
Jiang Qingzhi entered the palace and said, "Your Majesty, the merchants of the Altan tribe were rude, and I killed three of them. I am here to apologize."
Emperor Jiajing looked at him and sighed, "It is possible not to kill people."
"You could have spared the killing back then." Jiang Qingzhi said. In those days, every time Altan sent an envoy to the Ming Dynasty, the Jiajing Emperor would kill one person and send his head to the nine frontiers.
"Have you learned to talk back?"
"Didn't I learn this from Your Majesty? Anyone who dares to offend the Ming Dynasty will be killed first." Jiang Qingzhi said with a smile.
"You scoundrel!" Emperor Jiajing pointed at him. "What about those merchants?"
"I am angry but I dare not speak." Jiang Qingzhi said, "Your Majesty, there is no need to worry that Altan will cut off the trade. Your Majesty does not know how eager the powerful people in Altan are for Ming goods. It is not easy to open the trade. If anyone dares to cut it off, it will cause public anger. The people in Altan are already unstable. I assert that he will just swallow his anger after hearing the news."
"In this case, when he goes south, he will definitely look for an opportunity to vent his anger." Emperor Jiajing narrowed his eyes, "An Altan with hatred..."
"Your Majesty, when has the grassland foreign tribe ever gone south smoothly?"
"That's right." Emperor Jiajing took the lead, "It's nothing more than burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil."
Jiang Qingzhi said, "Your Majesty, what the Marquis of Linqing did was not decent."
"What's the matter?" asked Emperor Jiajing.
"Duke Cheng was originally discussing the marriage with his family, but I don't know how Marquis Linqing bribed the maid of the Duke's Mansion and told the public that the young Duke Zhu Shitai was insane and had a chronic illness."
What the hell!
Huang Jin looked at him sideways, "Isn't this destroying people?"
"It would be fine if you didn't agree, but you actually spread rumors everywhere." Jiang Qingzhi's eyes were sharp, "I will prepare a case first..."
Emperor Jiajing pointed at him and said, "If someone dies again this time, I will send you to the south to fight against the Japanese!"
Uh!
Huang Jin couldn't help but smile when he saw Jiang Qingzhi was obviously stunned.
Now the Ming Dynasty was sharpening its swords, waiting for the war to come. How could Emperor Jiajing leave his famous generals in the southeast to fight against the Japanese at this time?
This is nothing more than a warning.
"Yes." Jiang Qingzhi looked reluctant.
Jiang Qingzhi went to Zhilu, and the door of Xu Jie's duty room opened, and an official from the Ministry of Rites came out.
"Meet Long Wilbur!"
Xu Jie inside looked up when he heard the voice.
Eyes facing each other.
Xu Jie stood up and bowed, and Jiang Qingzhi accepted his greeting calmly.
The door of the duty room was closed, Xu Jie sat down, his eyes complicated as he whispered: "You have such a broad mind, this old man..."
Xu Jie's chest rose and fell violently several times, but eventually returned to calm.
"Someone is coming."
The door opened and an attendant came in. "Lord."
"Send someone to visit the injured officials on my behalf."
"Yes."
The door closed again, and the people inside were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
When Jiang Qingzhi passed through the imperial city, several officials actually saluted him with respectful expressions.
"Who is this?" Jiang Qingzhi swore he didn't know him.
"Uncle, that's an official from the Ministry of Rites."
King Jing appeared out of nowhere and suddenly appeared beside Jiang Qingzhi.
"Now the Ministry of Rites is saying that my cousin has repaid evil with kindness." King Jing said, "Uncle, what were you thinking at that time?"
Even King Jing would never stand up for his opponent.
Jiang Qingzhi looked at the officials and said:
"At that time, I was thinking... Even if they are my enemies, I cannot let them be bullied by other races!"
King Jing was silent for a moment, "Brothers quarrel within the walls, but we must defend ourselves from external insults!"
(End of this chapter)
