Chapter 10 Revealing the Secret

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"Lie down," Chang Yu shouted, but did not dodge. He stepped forward and kicked him like lightning. He hit Tang Potian's chest first and kicked Tang Potian back two steps to release the opponent's attack. Without any delay, he flew up to his knees and hit Tang Poshan right in the face.

With a pop, Tang Poshan fell down with his face covered in blood, KO!

The combination of straight kicks and flying knees was not sloppy at all, and the time angle calculation was flawless. In less than two seconds, he was able to defeat this so-called first master in the Prince's Palace with two legs!

There are no surprises for Chang Yu. He has KOed countless numbers of Tai Chi, Bagua and Wing Chun Baji when he was still playing Sanda in China, not to mention that he is now a professional boxer in the MMA Grand Slam.

Accident? Do you think you can beat Buakaw if you bring Yang Luchan over? Do you think Dong Haichuan can beat Fei?

It's not that which martial art is better, or whose anus you kneel down to lick, but that the intensity and pertinence of their training are very different.

Moreover, Chang Yu had already calculated before taking action. It is not difficult to defeat Tang Poshan. The difficulty lies in how to win beautifully, with impact and shock. The purpose of saying that if you don't win with two moves, you will be considered a loser is to anger your opponent. In this era The Lianjiazi hardly knows how to defend effectively, and in a state of irritation, it is equivalent to giving him an empty goal.

The music loops again, and I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air...

The entire Ciqing Palace fell into extreme silence, and the onlookers were all dumbfounded. Even the prince and the middle-aged man who were sitting upright at the entrance of the hall suddenly stood up when Tang Poshan fell to the ground.

It was just two moves, and the top master in the Prince's Palace fell to the ground. This made Zhu Cixiang unable to breathe for a moment, and even the middle-aged man who had bet on Chang Yu to win found it incredible.

After only half a minute of silence, the Prince's Mansion burst into cheers, belonging to those who bought Chang Yu to win.

"It moves like a stray rabbit, and its momentum is like thunder. It's amazing. I didn't expect that the Ministry of Internal Affairs is also a place where tigers hide." The middle-aged man looked at Chang Yu with paws in his hands and praised him repeatedly!

"True, fierce, and brave." Zhu Cixi finally recovered and nodded gently. Although he had seen it with his own eyes three times, he still couldn't believe that he had such martial arts!

"Thank you for your kind words, thank you for the reward." Chang Yu kowtowed to the two of them with a face as gentle as the breeze.

"What's so famous about Eunuch Chang's fists and kicks? Which famous master did they come from?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Master Hui, this is a family martial art, called Chang Family Boxing, passed down from our ancestor Chang... Changshan Zhao Zilong!"

Chang Yu almost suffocated himself to death by talking nonsense. He almost said that Chang Yuchun was his ancestor. Suddenly he thought that Chang Yuchun was the Duke of E in the Ming Dynasty. No matter how bad the descendants of E were in the Ming Dynasty, they would never be able to enter the palace and become eunuchs. Fortunately, they had brains. He spun quickly and pulled out a Changshan Zhao Zilong, but it was also full of loopholes.

"Shouldn't it be called Zhaojia Quan?" Sure enough, Zhu Cixiang caught him

"My ancestor's surname was indeed Zhao, but for some reason..." He said in a low voice, and Chang Yu did not give in even though he was very smart.

So it turned out that this was the case. Zhu Cixiang and the middle-aged man had a sudden realization, thinking that maybe his ancestors had taken refuge and changed their surnames, or that Chang Yu was afraid of being humiliated as an eunuch and his ancestors had no choice but to change their surnames. These are common explanations.

"When I entered the palace today, I came to see you on a whim, and I actually made fifty taels of silver on the way. It's such a good day." The middle-aged man looked at Zhu Cixiang and said with a smile, then turned to look at Chang Yu: "Thanks to my little father-in-law, let's share the money we won in half. If you put in the most effort, you'll get the big share. How about you three and me two?"

"Thank you for the reward." Chang Yu quickly kowtowed, his mind still trying to figure out who this person was?

"Uncle, I have good fortune today. This palace is considered my uncle's blessed land. I need to get closer to him more in the future." Zhu Cixiang was smiling, but he was extremely depressed inside. Why? Because this time the Prince's Mansion is going bankrupt!

Should the royal family be rich? Is the prince of a country very rich?

The answer is yes.

But it is not absolute. For example, the Ming Dynasty's treasury is empty, and even the emperor's internal funds are also stretched. At this time, Emperor Chongzhen kept everything simple, reduced meals, stopped having fun, and even wore mended clothes. He was the poorest emperor in ancient times. .

As for the legend that Li Zicheng's bandit army broke into the city and plundered 37 million ingots of silver from the palace treasury, it became the biggest stinky fart in history. However, for such a big stinky fart, people rushed to lick it, and the lick was the most fragrant. It was Guo Moruo who made this stinky fart, and it was Tan Qian, the so-called shit scholar in the late Ming Dynasty!

37 million ingots, 500 taels each, and 18.5 million mules and horses were transported. I really admire the courage of the ancients to brag.

There are so many mules and horses to be found in Beijing. Even if you can find them, 37 million ingots are equivalent to 18.5 billion taels! Emperor Chongzhen’s inner treasury contains the total amount of silver in the world from ancient times to the present! ! !

Moreover, the book written by this talkative scholar is also inconsistent: "The late emperor reduced the diet and withdrew the suspension, the commoners' clothing and vegetarian food, and all the copper and tin utensils were lost to the army. On the day the city was destroyed, countless tens of thousands of gold were confiscated. The thieves and plunderers He is so rich that he has a big fortune, and those who know him will hate him." One moment he said that his wealth was less than 100,000, and the next he said that he had 37 million ingots. He slapped himself in the face and knocked him unconscious.

Based on various historical data, it turns out that after the city was destroyed, the palace had less than 100,000 taels of gold, 170,000 taels of gold, and 130,000 taels of silver. The bandits were disappointed and plundered a total of 70 million taels of silver in the capital, but they did a small job. The chicken had to be erected with an archway, in order to maintain the reputation of the "Master of Justice" and Hei Chongzhen claimed that it was seized from the palace. However, the plundered silver only had time to take away more than 30 million taels. As for the rest?

They stayed in Beijing and were taken advantage of by Dorgon, the regent of the Qing Dynasty. Naturally, the Tatars would not say anything or even say anything about it. This is called making a fortune silently, and they also have to direct public opinion as far away from themselves as possible, dirty. Water was poured on Li Zicheng, and mud was shouted on Emperor Chongzhen's face. Don’t forget, there were too many kneeling dogs in the late Ming Dynasty, and most of the history of the Ming Dynasty was at the hands of Qing dogs and these kneeling dogs.

Zhu Cixiang was overconfident in Tang Poshan this time. He placed a bet on the banker without thinking about overturning the market. Even if the odds were one to one, he would have lost more than 500 taels of silver this time!

This is already the limit for his prince's palace.

"Is this the Commander-in-Chief's Consort Gong?" At this moment, Chang Yu looked at the middle-aged man and suddenly became excited and blurted out.

The middle-aged man was startled and looked sideways at Chang Yu: "Do you know me, little father-in-law?" This also proved his identity.

"Young man, pay my respects to the Prince Consort." Chang Yu suddenly took a few steps forward and knelt down at the foot of the larger steps. He bowed his head and bowed. For such an unparalleled loyal predecessor, it didn't matter if he knelt down!

When Emperor Chongzhen died, there were only more than thirty ministers who followed him to the death. The consort Gong Yonggu was one of them. He was also one of the most trusted and trustworthy people in the later period of Emperor Chongzhen. As the saying goes, "Kids do not hide their relatives" A, how helpless it is for the ministers to fight against the thieves with bare hands, and how heroic it is to tie their children in the wife's coffin and burn themselves on fire, because they are the emperor's nephews, and they must not taint the thieves' hands.

Everyone was confused, especially Gong Yonggu. It was obvious that this little eunuch had just met him, so why did he pay such a courtesy? Although it was not a big deal for a slave to kneel to his master, under normal circumstances, no one would kneel down casually, let alone He is not a master himself.

"My father-in-law, please get up." Gong Yonggu hurriedly took a step forward.

Chang Yu stood up and still couldn't hide his excitement. He walked up the stairs gently and came to Zhu Cihong and kowtowed to the Crown Prince: "I have something to tell you and the Prince Consort. Can I come into the palace to talk to you?"

Well, Zhu Cixiang felt very surprised. Shouldn't this little eunuch be happy to share the money now? Why did he suddenly become excited after recognizing the consort? Looking at his serious face, it is possible that something is really wrong.

"Come in." Zhu Cixiang turned around and walked into the main hall, followed by Gong Yonggu, and Chang Yu followed into the Ciqing Palace.

There is a charcoal fire in the palace to keep warm, and the decoration is average. Anyway, it is not as good as the mansion he will live in later generations.

"Prince, please shield the left and right." Entering the palace, Chang Yu glanced around and looked back at the eunuchs and maids beside him before speaking.

"Let's all go out and share the money."

Zhu Cihong waved away the eunuchs and maids, turned around, found a chair and sat down, staring at Chang Yu: "Tell me."