The fight in front of the Daxia Gate was much more cruel than imagined. Although it was only about twenty people versus forty, it still made the fourth prince Liu Hong, who had been at ease for a long time, turn pale, and his chest and stomach were turbulent.
This group of killers from the Jia family followed the general's temper one by one, and they started to fight like a pack of wolves entering a flock of sheep, howling and screaming.
On the other hand, the servants of the Dongping Prince's Palace instantly lost the courage to resist when the eldest son Qian Kun escaped. In just a quarter of an hour, they scattered in fear and fled to death.
The soldiers of the Jia family did not chase the deserters. They followed Jia Cong who was at the forefront and broke through the formation of the Dongping Palace, chasing Qian Kun who was rolling and crawling.
"Child Qian Kun, please accept your fate!"
Jia Cong saw the opportunity. After Jia Jiu slashed the general guarding Qian Kun with his knife, he raised his knife and slashed at Qian Kun who fell to the ground.
At this moment, someone at the palace gate shouted: "Save someone under the knife!"
The voice was unfamiliar, and Jia Cong didn't want to let the tiger go home.
After finally provoking a life and death fight, how could we miss this opportunity in vain?
Jia Cong gritted his teeth and slashed hard. Seeing that her grandson was about to die under the sword, Wei wailed and fainted.
Ding!
"grass!"
With a curse from his previous life uttered, Jia Cong felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth of his right hand, his arms were sore, and the long knife in his hand was out of reach and swung an inch, slashing Qian Kun's right shoulder.
The severe pain in his right shoulder seemed to arouse Qian Kun's desire to survive. He climbed up from the ground desperately and quickly hid behind the few remaining generals in the Dongping Palace.
"Brother Cong, please be merciful and merciful..."
Jia Cong hated the person who stopped him from killing Qian Kun, and this person was also a rotten hermaphrodite.
"King Beijing, I'm not familiar with you, so it would be better to change your title!"
When Jia Cong saw Shui Rong walking quickly in front of him and a group of royal soldiers, he knew that the best opportunity to kill Qian Kun had been disrupted.
Whoosh!
Jia Cong threw the knife in his hand in the direction of Qian Kun with all his strength, and with a pop, it plunged into the soldier blocking him.
Swish, swish, swish!
After a scream, the soldiers of the Beijing County Prince's Palace immediately drew their swords and were on guard. Jia Cong snorted coldly: "What? The Beijing County Prince's Palace also wants to spar with my Jia family? A life-and-death fight?"
Shui Rong pretended to be a peacemaker and stopped him: "Drawing a sword at the palace gate is a crime of conspiracy, why don't you put away all the swords quickly!"
Is this what I mean? Ah!
Jia Cong glanced at the folding fan that had just hit his blade. His accuracy and strength were definitely not a coincidence.
Tsk tsk tsk, water-soluble, water-soluble, how dare you say you don’t know martial arts?
"The prince is good at martial arts!"
Shui Rong's expression did not change at all, he always looked distressed.
He did not respond to Jia Cong's temptation, but shook his head and sighed, his eyes full of compassion.
"Oh, why bother? Why bother! We have been friends with the founding family for generations, so how did it end up like this? Jia Cong, I will be a middle-aged man today and let this matter go, okay?"
Jia Cong also did not respond to Shui Rong's suggestion, and spoke again: "The accuracy and strength of the county prince just now are all by chance. It seems that the prince's unparalleled martial arts is really well hidden."
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Shui Rong's expression finally changed, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted.
He waved his hand and said, "It's just that I have played pot throwing a lot, so I am familiar with it. Jia Cong, so many people died in the Dongping Palace, Prince Qian was also injured, and you are also angry when you should be angry. Listen to my advice, Let’s leave it at that, don’t let anyone see the joke.”
"What does the prince think I am doing? Showing my childish temper?"
Jia Cong chuckled, raised his hand and said, "Everyone in the Jia family listened to the order, rushed over, beheaded Qian Kun, and captured the lowly maid who insulted my grandmother and killed her with a stick!"
The killers of Rongguo Mansion immediately turned their swords and prepared for attack. The royal soldiers beside Shui Rong responded immediately and once again drew their swords to confront the people of Rongguo Mansion.
"Prince, it seems we are about to have a fight!"
Jia Cong raised his hand and was about to wave it down when he heard a shout from the palace gate.
"Brother Cong, Brother Cong..."
Jia Zheng squeezed out from the crowd of civil and military officials. The always meticulous Mr. Zheng had lost his official hat. His messy beard and hair, the sweat on his forehead, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest and abdomen all showed the second master's hurry and eagerness.
When he ran to Jia Cong's side, he took the little fat man and looked at him carefully. He ignored the blood on his face and pulled at him. When he saw that he was fine, he collapsed on the ground as if he collapsed.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay... vomit..."
I don't know whether it was because he ran in a hurry or because of the blood-stained atmosphere here. After Jia Zheng let go of his hanging heart, he couldn't help but violently vomited.
Shui Rong frowned and took a step back, but he was also happy for Jia Zheng's arrival. Compared with the difficult Jia She and his son, Jia Zheng, the nerd, is obviously easier to talk to.
It was a pity that Jia Cong would not give him this opportunity. After helping Jia Zheng, he said: "Second uncle, let's go to the old lady's house first. After my nephew takes down the cheap maid who insulted the old lady, we can go home."
"Yes, yes, and mother!"
Jia Zheng finally remembered the cause of the fight in front of the palace gate, and without even having time to tell his nephew, he quickly walked to the old lady with the help of a soldier.
"Prince, please get out of the way, otherwise Rongguo Mansion will start another life-and-death fight today!"
With the obvious threat, the melon-eating crowd at the palace gate started talking loudly again.
Faced with Jia Cong's threat, Shui Rong sighed with compassion and waved his hands and said, "Jia Cong, the founding lineage can no longer fight among themselves. I have decided this matter today!"
Hurrah, the soldiers of the Beijing County Prince's Mansion immediately set up their formation, and they rushed towards them with a murderous aura.
This was no weaker than the elite soldiers of the Jia family. Jia Cong had to become serious and became even more afraid of the Shui family.
The two sides were confronting each other with knives. The officials who had just been talking about each other were so frightened by the murderous atmosphere that they did not even dare to breathe loudly.
"His Majesty has spoken!"
When the two sides were in a stalemate, the crowd at the palace gate made way for a passage. The visitor was none other than Xia Shouzhong, the eunuch beside the emperor.
Jia Cong ordered: "Put the knife away!"
Shui Rong followed suit, and the two of them bowed to listen to the order.
Xia Shouzhong gave Jia Cong a subtle nod, and Jia Cong immediately felt relieved.
"His Majesty ordered that Qian Kun, the Prince of Dongping County, and Jia Cong of Rongguo Mansion had no royal laws. They drew their swords and fought in front of the palace gate. They should have been punished in accordance with the law. In memory of their ancestors' merits, I will seize the money from Viscount Kun, and depose Jia Cong to ride in the capital. Wei, General Xuanwu, and Longjingwei command the affairs."
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Qian Kun, who was already injured and holding on, immediately groaned, collapsed and fainted. Jia Cong was mentally prepared and accepted the punishment happily.
He glanced at the fat orange cat with the tattoo on his chest and chuckled. It's just two or three empty titles, that's all.
The oral announcement was over, but the matter was not over yet.
Xia Shouzhong raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Dongping County Princess Wei, and said in a deep voice: "Come here, take down the maid who humiliated Mrs. Rongguo and kill her with a stick in front of the palace gate!"
This time, the two masters of the Dongping Palace fainted. In other words, the Wei family had woken up a long time ago, but it was better to faint.
Even though the old woman surnamed Wei cried and begged for mercy, Xia Shouzhong's expression did not even change. In front of everyone, the imperial army beat the wretched maid to death with a stick in front of the palace gate.
In front of the silent Daxia Gate, Xia Shouzhong cupped his hands toward the northeast and said, "The saint is speaking from the mouth!"
Wow!
Everyone bowed to listen to the oracle.
"I'm not dead yet, why can't you wait?"
Xia Shouzhong even imitated the tone of the Supreme Emperor: "To humiliate the Jia family is to humiliate me. If this happens again, I will be punished!"
The word "kill" is full of murderous intent.
Everyone immediately followed the order and shouted: "I will obey the holy edict, long live, long live, long live!"
"Little Jia Langjiang, the sage said, go back and study hard, and be careful!"
With a double entendre, Jia Cong bowed and said, "I will obey the holy edict and will live up to the saint's teachings."
Shuilu was right in front of him and could hear clearly. The stern look in his downcast eyes reappeared, and the hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly.
When Xia Shouzhong left with Liu Hong, the fourth prince who had no time to say goodbye to Jia Cong, Jia Cong smiled at Shuirong and said goodbye perfunctorily.
Everyone dispersed, and the imperial army began to clean up the mess in front of the palace gate. After they even washed away the blood stains on the bluestone, they found flowers and placed them where the blood was stained. A gust of wind blew by, and the smell of blood dissipated, leaving the flowers with a pleasant fragrance.
In Beijing, the years are still peaceful!
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In the front hall of Rongguo Mansion, another fat baby was washing and changing clothes.
Jia Jiu reported the conflict in front of the palace gate in detail to the general Jia She who hurried home.
After Jia She beat the little fat man, he said: "Old Jiu, bury the brothers who died in the battle in accordance with the law, and welcome the souls to the ancestral hall to accompany them. The family will be supported by the Jia family. Let the injured brother take good care of his injuries and send more gifts." Please bring some medicinal materials and money."
"Don't worry, Master, the mistress has made all the arrangements."
Jia Jiu was very pleased with his young master's decisiveness today. Even if four brothers were killed in the battle, who would dare to humiliate Ning Rong's Jia family from today on?
Only the reputation of Ning Rongjia's family once again stands at the top of Daxia can they protect everyone. And reputation is meant to be filled with lives and dyed with blood.
Jia Cong couldn't sit down after being beaten so much that he could only stand tremblingly in the front hall, wanting to cry without tears.
After Jia She settled his soldiers, he turned his attention to his younger son with a sad face and cursed: "Are you promising? A life-and-death fight? How about I go and beg your Majesty to give you a chance to lead the troops to the grassland?" "
"Dad, my son will have to do it then. The old lady is humiliated, and if my son doesn't take action, how can our family have the dignity to gain a foothold in the capital?"
"fart!"
Jia She raised his hand and smashed the tea cup at Jia Cong's hand, but he felt sorry for his son after all. The tea cup smashed at Jia Cong's feet and broke into eight pieces.
Just listen to Jia She scolding: "Even if you want to kill people, I have to do it. When will it be your turn to fight to the death with a young kid like you?"
"Brother, the old lady is looking for you in an emergency!"
Master Pardon was so angry today that he wanted to teach his son a lesson for the first time. Fortunately, Jia Zheng arrived in time, which made the angry Jia She temporarily put aside teaching his son, glared at Jia Cong, and followed Jia Zheng to the Hall of Rongxi.
Before Jia Zheng left, he whispered in Jia Cong's ear: "Go hide with your uncle Jing..."
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