Prince Dun, Yi Pei, is known as the King of Heroes of the Five Lords in the capital. He loves hanging out in the market and has close relationships with people in Jianghukou!
In the summer, he would shake a broken cattail leaf fan and gamble with the sailors from the Cao Gang and eat watermelons. In the winter, he would eat braised pork with the ice slaves on the Shichahai Sea and even give a piece of gold to him for a bowl of tofu. All the big yellow dogs in the restaurant came to the restaurant to sit on the table!
The prince who came from the market knows what the suffering of the people is. He knows who is good and who is bad. The capital is not that big and far from the scale of the imperial capital of later generations.
The entire capital area is just a little more than the Second Ring Road in later generations, so the prince is very familiar with the bastards in Sijiu City!
"Ouch... Hai Dasha, His Majesty sent you to Xiling to guard the criminals, why did you follow the criminals and become a hero of the dragon?"
"What is it? For twenty taels of silver, you made your widowed sister remarry a cripple. You also stole and sold all the porcelain from your ex-brother-in-law's house. Do you think I don't know?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Fu Tan, my sixth brother's family is responsible for the purchase of rouge and gouache for the inner house, right? He is responsible for the purchase of rouge and gouache for the maid in the back house..."
"You bastard, you seduced the little kitchen cook's daughter, made her pregnant, and you actually dared to buy abortion pills privately and give them to her?"
"One body, two lives! In the end, your boy relied on that beast Zaicheng to support him and drove the cook who was my mother crazy. My daughter's death was in vain!"
"You still want to be a military attache? What kind of hat should I give you? Do you deserve to wear a red hat like a bastard? You are not qualified as a human being!"
Yi Pei’s general curse is that there were few good people and many bastards among the Eight Banners in that era, and even those so-called talents who could run errands, fight and serve as officials had poor personal ethics!
There are countless things about bullying men and dominating women, and the Eight Banners don't care about it. For those in power, as long as you are loyal and can fight and do errands, it doesn't matter if a woman is greedy for money and kills two people!
So after all, there really isn't anything good among these prisoners!
Yi Pei scolded each one, but when he saw a figure behind the crowd, he suddenly shut up and stopped scolding, "Hey... let me know who you are?"
"Tsk tsk... If my memory is correct, you are from Prince Li's family... Ersu? Ah... your kid also rebelled. Does Long Live Lord owe you anything? Or..."
"Fuck! Are you being ordered by Prince Li?" Yi Pei was shocked. Elsu was a Mongolian slave of Prince Li, and he became the director of Xiling with the guidance of Prince Li.
This Ersu is really without any stain. The capital has never heard of anything bad about him. But if he is among the prisoners today, does it mean that Prince Li has also rebelled!
Ersu smiled helplessly, "Your Majesty... We are each our own masters. Don't scold us. You can kill or behead us! Now that we are nothing but flesh and blood, why are you still tying me up?"
"Give us defeated generals some slack! I'll tell you who I am loyal to!"
Prince Dun smiled and said, "You successfully aroused my interest and loosened their bonds... Don't worry, there are so many guns here, why are you afraid of them using their bare hands?"
The sharp knife cut the rope, and Ersu rubbed his wrist, "Prince Lao Li did not rebel, and I was not ordered by him, because I was not Prince Li's slave at all..."
"To tell the truth, I was originally a sin slave on the Mongolian grassland. I was almost killed by my master... It was Prince Yi who saved my life. From that time on, I have been Prince Yi's person!"
"Ah! The Eighth Minister Gu Ming...are you from Zaiyuan? No wonder, no wonder..." Yi Pei suddenly realized.
"Damn, this is an old score from more than ten years ago, yet it hasn't been settled yet? Why did you defect to Guiziliu? Could it be that Guiziliu brainwashed you..."
"Bah... whether it's brainwashing or not, my master actually died in the hands of Cixi and Ci'an in the end! They are the masterminds behind the scenes!"
"First, use the hands of Prince Gong and Prince Chun to kill the eight ministers Gu Ming! Then wait for the opportunity to kill Prince Gong. Finally, the Hunjun and the Demon Queen will be able to monopolize the power!"
"Haha... isn't this the trick? I want to avenge the death of Prince Yi, and I want to avenge the eight ministers Gu Ming! I don't care about getting an official position and getting rich. My life was saved by my benefactor, so I want to take revenge..."
"Revenge! Revenge..."
The roar made the ears of everyone in the tent buzz, and several soldiers from the Xishan Camp subconsciously aimed their bayonets at Elsu, as if he was about to self-destruct!
The older the people in the big tent are, the more frightened they are. The older people have experienced the coup during the Xinyou period. It was so tragic that countless people were implicated!
Who would have thought that this old score has not been settled to this day!
Yi Pei sighed, "Elesu, my respect for you is a Chinese character! It's not difficult for you. I'll send you to the capital. Your Majesty will decide your life and death! Take them all away..."
As soon as he said the words, the prince saw people arguing at the door of the big tent. It seemed that someone was anxious to come in, but the guards stopped him!
"Who's making the noise?"
"Prince Qi... that... Chinese railway commander insisted on barging in and had something to say!"
When Fu Qing heard this, he quickly said, "It's Zhao Yidao and Shimazu Dalang! They helped us clear out many attackers! They are the men of King Luo Huo!"
When he heard that he was from the Chinese ethnic group, Yi Pei could only give him some face, "Well... go and ask what's going on? Even the Chinese ethnic group can't force their way into my king's tent. There are no rules!"
The prince's military tent is very large. It is a presidential suite. There are places for working and resting in it. There is no problem with three bedrooms and one living room.
There was also a small porch at the door. Fu Qing walked to the door and asked, "Shimazu Dairo... what are you doing?"
"Lord Fu Qing! The situation in the camp is not right... I have a hunch that the enemy did not admit defeat. There must be something wrong with these surrendered rebels. Please report it to the prince immediately..."
"At least let the prisoners go around the camp and not take shortcuts..."
The premonition in Shimazu's heart became stronger and stronger. He suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Your Majesty... There is no such way to deal with prisoners in a war in the world!"
"The prisoners should be killed. How can we capture them all alive? Didn't you notice something was wrong? Why are the number of prisoners almost catching up with the number of our army?"
"Why have prisoners been killed since ancient times? Isn't it because there are too many prisoners..."
The sound was so loud that everyone in the big tent was stunned. No one expected that a Fuso man outside would say such a thing.
But everyone was excited. Bai Zhan suddenly asked Nastu, "Nastu! How many prisoners did you capture?"
At this time, Nastu seemed to be possessed by a ghost, his face was extremely ferocious and twisted, "Fuck you! I can arrest as many as I want... and you won't do anything yet!"
Bang bang bang... three muffled sounds suddenly came from the big tent!
