In September in the capital, the heat is sizzling, but the chill is also coming. The combination of cold and warmth is the season where thunderstorms are prone to occur!
The weather was fine in the morning, but in the blink of an eye, the sky gradually became cloudy. The southeasterly wind, although not strong, carried a smell of water vapor and dust from the ground!
There was a sound of wind blowing in the fodder yard, and it sounded like someone was moving the curtain!
The pocket watch on the table made a ticking sound. Prince Gong and his son were no longer in the mood to chat. Their eyes were fixed on the movement of the clock hand!
Under the secret passage, the dead soldiers in the secret camp had already put down their wine bowls. Some were chewing dried meat, some were concentrating with their eyes closed, and those Tsarist Russian Cossacks were praying silently!
There is not much time left for everyone. These last ten minutes may be their last days in this world!
The fodder yard looked quiet and the same as usual, but the place suddenly became murderous. A group of sparrows on the old locust tree seemed to be frightened by something, flapping their wings and running away!
Looking up, it’s like there’s a new dark cloud!
Zai Cheng retracted his gaze from looking at the crows in the sky. The moment he returned his gaze to the house, an unbelievable scene suddenly flashed across the corner of his eye, and his heart suddenly shrank together!
"Ama..." Cheng Beile pointed out the window in the direction of the fodder yard leading to the post road. Prince Gong subconsciously raised his head and looked along!
It didn't matter at this sight. Guiziliu's heart suddenly stung and his eyes were dazzled!
Outside the window was the dilapidated hayyard. Among the countless huge piles of hay, a winding dirt road formed by the trampling of cars and horses led to the outside of the hayyard!
At this moment, an old man on crutches is walking over calmly. Although it is difficult to walk step by step, you can see the determination in his calm eyes!
Very slowly, but never stop!
It's so hot in the ninth month of the lunar calendar, but this old man is wearing a fur cloak. It's so dark that I don't know if it's a wolf skin or a bear skin!
There is a distance of more than 100 meters from the post road to the fodder yard. In this short 100 meters, there are 29 masters from Prince Gong's Mansion lurking among them!
But among so many close guard masters, none of them could stop this old man!
There was a dull sound from the hay pile, and Zai Cheng watched as a pair of familiar boots in the corner were dragged away!
Without even a warning, all 29 masters lost contact with each other, and they were not sure whether they were alive or dead!
One by one, the secret whistles were attacked by a gust of wind-like ghostly figures. Without making any sound or even having time to fight back, their throats were pierced!
This is a very thin hidden sword. The blade at the hilt is only as thick as a chopstick. You can imagine how thin and sharp the one and a half foot long sword tip is!
The person operating this hidden sword... no, no, no, it should be said to be a ghost! No one can see him, you can only see the wind swirling back and forth in the hayyard!
Every time the hidden sword is thrust out, a whistler will be pierced through the throat silently, cutting the vocal cords, destroying the nerves, and the brain will die in an instant and lose control of the body!
The masters hired by Prince Gong’s Mansion with huge sums of money are nothing more than chickens and dogs at the moment!
The old man staggered towards the mud-walled hut, getting closer and closer until he lifted the hood of his cloak, revealing the prince's extremely familiar face!
"Your Majesty... ahem... I'm so happy... Are you ready to enjoy the rain scene here?"
"Zeng...Zeng Guofan!" Guiziliu gritted his molars and spat out these words, while Zai Cheng was so frightened that his face was as white as dirt and he couldn't even speak!
The person who came was none other than Zeng Guofan, a Han minister who changed the late Qing Dynasty. Some people in later history books believed that he was the beginning of the Han warlords in the late Qing Dynasty!
Behind Marshal Zeng is his personal bodyguard, the old farmer, who is elusive. No one knows what kind of power he brings with him further away!
Guiziliu was really scared. He appeared to be calm, but he knew very well that his legs were weak when he tried to stand up twice while sitting on the bench!
It wasn't until the third time that he reluctantly stood up and walked to the window to look at each other through the window!
An old man, a middle-aged man, a pair of old partners from the time when they were suppressing long hair, are looking at each other through the window here, and no one can understand the eyes of the other!
Guiziliu sighed softly, "I understand, Lao Zeng, I left more than 20 secret sentry masters behind you, but in the end, all of them were taken care of by your people!"
"What's even more frightening is that so many masters didn't even call for help or make any sound, which means they were killed in one blow!"
"With such a master by your side, the secrets in my palace are no longer secrets, but jokes!"
"Hahaha... I have been watching you. I know that your main forces in Zhuozhou and Liangxiang have not moved. They are still repairing in the military camp! So you only have guards around you and no troops!"
"But you dare to ruin my good deeds like this! Does that mean you sold my actions to the little emperor? Or to Xiao Letian?"
"For the sake of old friends, let me be clear about it! Is it the new Yulin Army or Xiao Letian's Guards Battalion outside? Hehehe, tell me whose hands I will die so that I can figure out a plan now. These are your last words before you die!”
"If I die in the hands of Zai Chun, what should I say? If I die in the hands of Xiao Letian, what should I say again? Haha... It's a difficult problem, what a difficult problem!"
"I don't understand. Your bones are turning to ashes. Why do you have to come here in person? Do you have to watch my head be chopped off?"
"Hahaha..." Guiziliu was already crazy. "Why did you come here in person? What's the benefit of staining your hands with blood? How about you sell the news, go back to the kang, sleep and wait for death?"
"People are about to die! You should also accumulate some virtue for yourself, right?"
Zeng Guofan looked at the crazy Guiziliu with a very calm expression. The Marshal looked at the simple straw hut that seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, and shook his head helplessly!
"It's so pitiful. This house is going to collapse! The walls are not even made of rammed earth... they are just wooden piles tied with straw mats, and then covered with two layers of mud on the inside and outside!"
"After all, you are also the prince of the Qing Dynasty. How can I let you die in such a place? It's against the rules, it's against the rules..."
"Oh...Zeng Guofan, are you not going to kill me? I understand, you want to ruin my reputation? So you want to arrest me in the capital and interrogate me in the clan mansion or even the criminal department?"
"Is he going to be imprisoned in the sky and finally beheaded at Caishikou? Let the people all over the world see how the head of Jingshi Guiziliu fell off!"
"Haha... if you kill me, Guiziliu, Zai Chun's empire will be secure! Well, well, well... it's a good plan!"
"Then come on! It's just a matter of death. No matter how many people you bring, you can take action, but the people around me will not sit still and wait for death!"
"Then let's fight! After all these years, I have long wanted to fight a Han warlord like you!"
"The year my hair stopped growing, I should have killed you! I shouldn't have let you live! At that time, I fought hard for another ten years of civil war, but I shouldn't have let you live today!"
