When Zhu Jinghong rode back to the city, the sun had already set.
After he was escorted back to the palace, a group of officials were already waiting to help him get familiar with his appearance.
After a fight, Zhu Jinghong's body was covered in blood, and there were many stains on his head and face.
"Master Thirteen, you are back safely. This servant is worried to death..."
Deng An was crying and stood out among a group of eunuchs. It was unclear whether he was sincere or not.
Opening his arms and letting everyone change their clothes, Zhu Jinghong said solemnly: "I'm not dead yet!"
At this time, he was unhappy and had no intention of watching Deng An act.
Deng An immediately stopped talking, while there were eunuchs behind him who were gloating about his misfortune, but did not show it on their faces.
After changing clothes, it was time to wash up. Everyone was very interested in this task and invited Yinglian over.
Lying in the warm water, Zhu Jinghong closed his eyes slightly, and the scenes during the day that were automatically recalled in his mind could not be dismissed no matter how hard he tried to drive them away.
The scenes of fighting, the screams, and the cold flashes of swords and swords seemed to be happening right next to them...
This caused Zhu Jinghong's kidney hormones to surge, and his breathing became rapid...
At this moment, a hand reached out to his neck. Zhu Jinghong was so shocked that he immediately opened his eyes, grabbed the hand, and then moved forward.
With just an exclamation of "Ah", Yinglian was dragged into the water and shouted in panic: "Master Thirteen, it's me..."
The fist had arrived in front of Yinglian, but fortunately Zhu Jinghong guarded it in time, otherwise this punch would have killed her.
"This slave is guilty, Lord Thirteen, spare your life!"
"Yinglian, why is it you?"
This was a strange question, and Yinglian replied tremblingly: "Thirteenth Master, I am a slave who is here to take a bath for you. Have you forgotten?"
Looking at the wet beauty in front of him, with some parts vaguely visible, Zhu Jinghong gradually regained his clarity.
"I accidentally pulled you in just now. Didn't I hurt you?"
"My servant is fine, it's fine..." Yinglian replied.
Seeing that Zhu Jinghong was still holding her, Yinglian whispered: "Master Thirteen, do you want me to go out?"
To be honest, Zhu Jinghong was still a little reluctant to let go, but he still let go of Yinglian. He really didn't have those thoughts at the moment.
The sound of Yinglian coming out of the water made Yu Hai, who was waiting outside, breathe a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Zhu Jinghong would do something he shouldn't and kill the girl in vain.
"The son of a rich man will not sit down in the hall, this is a wise saying..."
After sighing with emotion and enjoying Yinglian's massage, Zhu Jinghong began to review what happened today.
All in all, as long as he paid a little attention to what happened today, all tragedies could have been avoided.
For example, he could bring more people, he could bring the Dragon Guard's standard armor, he could specially arrange a guard post...
Every one of them was missed by him and the guards, leading to the result today.
"If you travel again in the future, you must be fully protected, otherwise you will never go out!" Zhu Jinghong whispered to himself.
This time, he was really careless.
After washing up, Zhu Jinghong changed into clean clothes, and the sun set after dinner.
He was really tired from fighting today, so Zhu Jinghong hurriedly lay down early. After finally dispelling his memories, he fell into a deep sleep.
Time flies, and three days pass in the blink of an eye.
God gave him face, and the seriously injured guard was carried over, and all the wounded were transferred back to the city.
As long as they rest peacefully and nothing happens later, all of them can recover.
The only pity is that the five guards who died in the battle have left this world forever.
At this moment, the five guards were put into coffins and parked in the side hall on the west side of the palace, where the surviving guards were guarding.
Everyone looked sad, feeling deeply sad for their good brother.
"Master Thirteen is here!"
Wang Jie's reminder made everyone present stand up. Only the injured were still lying down and sitting because they couldn't stand up.
When Zhu Jinghong walked into the hall, everyone found that he was wearing a dark blue round-neck robe, which is a mourning robe.
The dignified son of the emperor clearly expressed his condolences to the deceased guards. This was definitely an extra courtesy, which surprised the guards present.
This Thirteenth Master really treats everyone as brothers.
Thinking of the day before yesterday, when Zhu Jinghong took the lead and fought against the enemy, and even swore an oath to never betray him, everyone felt particularly moved.
"See Thirteenth Master!"
"No need to be polite, everyone get up..." Zhu Jinghong said calmly.
Looking at everyone, Zhu Jinghong continued: "I came here today to see them for the last time!"
This is really the last look, because the coffin will be nailed and transported back to the capital soon.
After walking around the coffin and remembering the five deceased people in his heart, Zhu Jinghong motioned to the guards to seal the coffin.
The poor people by the Wuding River are like people in a spring boudoir dream... Their parents, wives and children are still waiting for them to go home.
"This time you send them back and express condolences for me when they arrive in Beijing!"
"Yes!" Wang Jie replied.
Zhu Jinghong continued: "You also spread the word that everyone they died in the battle was killed while encircling and suppressing the White Lotus Sect rebels!"
Such a result would be beneficial to both the living and the dead. To be honest, it would only cause trouble.
"yes!"
"Thank you for your hard work!" Zhu Jinghong patted Wang Jie on the shoulder.
The hardship does not mean that the journey is difficult, but that Wang Jie has to face the family of the deceased. This is a very difficult journey.
Wang Jie looked determined and replied: "Don't worry, Thirteenth Master, I will definitely..."
When it came to the latter part, Wang Jie didn't know what to say, so he wiped his wet eyes with his sleeve.
The coffin was sealed, and the soldiers of the standard guard carried it out, placed it on the carriage, and set off.
Zhu Jinghong walked all the way to the palace gate and watched Wang Jie disappear into the distance.
"Thirteenth Master, Jin Yiwei Li Qianhu wants to see you!" Yu Hai came to report.
Jinyiwei is mainly responsible for digging out the White Lotus Sect rebels. Li Wenzhao has not shown up for two days, so coming here today will definitely be fruitful.
Zhu Jinghong didn't hesitate, turned around and walked towards the palace.
A few minutes later, Zhu Jinghong summoned Li Wenzhao at a pavilion.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Zhu Jinghong asked calmly.
"Back to Thirteenth Master, we have made great gains this time. We have captured a total of more than 120 rebels!" Li Wenzhao was very excited.
"There are two incense masters among them, and new information has been discovered!"
"What's the news?" Zhu Jinghong asked calmly.
"This group of people seems to be trying to cause something... in the capital!"
"oh?"
Picking up the tea cup, Zhu Jinghong said in a deep voice: "This is... really interesting!"
What kind of things can be done in the capital? Is it twelve o'clock in the city of God?
Don't be ridiculous. The capital is tightly protected and it's extremely difficult to cause trouble. I really think that Beizhen Fusi is just doing nothing.
But Zhu Jinghong then thought about it. If these thieves found a loophole, it was not impossible to commit a major crime.
Having just suffered a loss at the hands of the White Lotus Sect, Zhu Jinghong did not dare to underestimate these thieves.
Zhu Jinghong stood up and said, "Let's go to Qianqianhu Station. I want to see for myself what these people are planning!"
"Thirteenth Master, why don't you bring me here? Why bother you to make a trip!" Li Wenzhao said with a smile.
"If you arrest so many people, you can't bring them all here!" Zhu Jinghong said calmly.
This siege of the White Lotus Sect was nominally coordinated by Zhu Jinghong. He did not want to be blinded while writing the memorial, so he had to be deeply involved in this matter.
"Stop talking nonsense and let's go!"
"yes!"
