His back was slightly bent, and he quickly stepped forward and slammed the door hard. After two bangs, the door suddenly opened. The concierge behind him yelled furiously, spitting all over Jiang Erliang's face. .
"Where did you come from? What kind of things are you smashing in the middle of the night? Do you know whose territory this is? If you get tired of living, damn, I will personally send your grandson on the road... Oops," the concierge was saying. The scolding made his face turn red and his neck thick. When he saw the big steward with glistening spit on his face, he immediately swallowed back the second half of his words, almost choking him to death.
The porter's flushed face turned pale in an instant, and his body was trembling slightly, but there was a flattering smile on his face: "Big, big, big steward, you, why, why are you here."
Jiang Erliang had a bad look on his face, wiped a handful of saliva with a slight odor, stared at the concierge fiercely, and cursed in a bad tone: "Why, I have to ask you to nod wherever I go!!"
The concierge immediately lowered his eyes and shrank into silence.
Jiang Erliang became even more angry when he saw his useless look. After all, he was also the prime minister's concierge, so why did he act so sinisterly? Sooner or later, he would have to be replaced.
Jiang Erliang gritted his back molars, and cold words escaped from between his teeth: "Stand here, don't look, don't move, and don't yell."
The concierge didn't even dare to raise his eyelids. When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was Jiang Erliang, and the second thing he saw was the lights and shadows outside and the solemn figures of people.
He had never experienced such a frightening battle in his life, and he was still looking at it and yelling, "Stop being ridiculous." He wished he would faint immediately.
Jiang Erliang glanced sarcastically at the concierge who couldn't bear the trouble, opened the door of the mansion wide, bowed slightly, and welcomed many internal guards into the mansion.
Nothing could be changed, so he simply showed a cooperative attitude and raised his hand not to hit the smiling person.
But the concierge was not so calm. He leaned against the vermilion pillars of the porch, hunched his shoulders and lowered his head. He didn't want to look and didn't dare to look, but he still saw the group of people from the corner of his eye.
Two large and brand-new lanterns hung under the eaves of the porch. The light was very bright and fell on the large ground under the porch. Groups of people passed through the bright lights. These people were cold and expressionless. His face was dark, and the light falling on his face did not make any waves, but his eyes were dark and deep, and his anger was revealed without any concealment.
These people were obviously wearing the most ordinary and ordinary clothes, and they had no weapons in their hands, but they were so scary, they could scare a person to death. It seemed like these people could kill people with just a raise of their hands.
The concierge was dumbfounded, broke out in a cold sweat from fear, his legs were weak and trembling, and he almost fell to the ground. However, pretending to be dead at this time was tantamount to concealing his identity, and pretending to be blind was the wiser way to protect himself. He looked back in panic, and stood with his hands tied down, his eyebrows lowered. , even taking a breath, he felt like he was looking for death.
When Han Changmu walked into the mansion, the porter's clothes were soaked with sweat, and the coldness clung to his body. The March night wind was not cool at all, but felt soft and warm when it blew on him, but the wind felt like a breeze on his body. It is rolled, but it has the effect of scraping the meat and penetrating the bones, which is simply refreshing.
But the coldness on his body could not offset the fear in his heart. He leaned against the door, his whole body shaking like a sieve of chaff.
This is the inner guard. These people are all dressed as inner guards. How many people in the city of Chang'an want to be behind their backs?
Put a sack on the back.
He saw nothing, he saw nothing, heard nothing.
Han Changmu glanced at the pale concierge, pointed at an internal guard, and said coldly: "Look at him."
As soon as he finished speaking, the concierge couldn't bear it any longer. He made a low growl in his throat, and his body fell limply to the ground. There was a large water stain on his head under the hem of his clothes.
A strange smell spread quickly.
The inner guard covered his nose and looked at Han Changmu's retreating back. He turned around and glared at the half-dead concierge. He felt that he was extremely unlucky to stand in the cold wind and smell the smell of urine.
The house was already in chaos, with screams and wails, violent yelling, and the sound of rude things being overturned, all rising one after another, and even the ground was being smashed with clanging sounds and shaking.
The guards shouted, twitched their hands on their waists, and pulled out a soft sword. The cold light under the lamp was overwhelming, and they rushed everyone in the mansion to the front hall. They knelt against the wall with their hands clasped behind their backs. Some of them were holding Compare the portraits one by one.
The front hall is extremely lavish, much wider than the front halls of ordinary houses, but there are also a lot of people in this house, more women than men, more than a hundred people in total. They knelt down on the ground. Most of the hall was packed to the brim.
At first, these people just huddled in the dark, staring at the gloomy figure imprinted on the ground, sobbing softly, their voices low and hoarse, like the night wind rustling through the corridor.
The chief steward Xiang Ruo accidentally glanced at the person kneeling on the ground and looked at a beautiful young lady in the crowd.
The beautiful young lady seemed to be frightened a little, and suddenly she fell to the ground with a pale face, weakly covering her heart, her body trembling violently, like the fallen leaves shivering on the branches in late autumn.
When the maid next to her saw this scene, she screamed miserably, hugged the little lady, and howled tremblingly: "Little lady, madam, you, what's wrong with you."
The mother-in-law was tall and thick. When she opened her mouth and howled, she showed her jagged yellow teeth. The fat and oily face trembled violently as she howled.
"Our little lady is a member of Mr. Ge's house. If you insult me like this, I will let our master chop off your heads."
She howled like this, finally breaking the last tension of everyone's minds, and they all began to howl too.
Deafening howls erupted in the front hall for a while, causing the gray tiles to rattle, and the thin ash on the tiles to flutter down, gradually turning into howls of ghosts and wolves. Some howled so hard that they even started fighting. Hiccups.
When Leng Linjiang walked in, he saw such a tragic and joyful scene.
"Oh shit, demolition of a house." Leng Linjiang opened his mouth slightly, his face full of shock. His mind went blank, and he took out what Yao Yaochang said.
This was the first time for him to see the Home Guard's raids, which really opened his eyes.
Rumor has it that the Internal Security Department has always used cruel and bloody methods to raid homes. Wherever it goes, not a blade of grass grows, blood flows into rivers, and no one is left alive.
When the Internal Security Department raids homes, it always has the effect of quelling children's cries.
Leng Linjiang was also afraid. Before Han Changmu came to the Department of Internal Security to serve as the major envoy, he always walked around the gate of the Department of Internal Security.
But when I saw this posture today, it seemed different from the rumors. Isn't this person alive and well?
He raised an eyebrow.
It is understandable that it is different. After all, the people targeted by the Internal Security Department are either dead or on the way to death. How can anyone really know what it is like to have a home raided by the Internal Security Department?
Leng Linjiang took out his ears and poked He Zhenfu next to him with his elbow: "Hey, Mr. He Qi, what's going on?"
"It's okay." He Zhenfu didn't look sideways, shook the soft sword hard, made a cold swishing sound, and shouted violently: "Whoever makes a sound, I will chop him up."
As soon as these words came out, these people were frightened, as if they were being strangled by the neck. The crying and howling suddenly stopped. After a moment, someone made a "burp" and let out a long and loud burp.
Then Leng Linjiang didn't hold back and burst into laughter. He felt that it was really what Yao Yao said on weekdays. A place with many women was like five hundred ducks squatting.
He coughed quickly, suppressed his smile, and asked He Zhenfu seriously: "Mr. He Qi, where is Major Ambassador Han?"
He Zhenfu looked around, frowned and said, "I was still here just now."
Leng Linjiang also looked around, but did not see Han Changmu's always calm and self-possessed figure.
He clicked his tongue. Obviously there were so many vicious subordinates, all of whom were capable of doing great things, but this man had to do everything by himself. He was born with a hard-working life and was unlucky.
At this moment, a loud "rumbling" sound suddenly came from deep in the mansion, the ground shook, the house shook violently, and the gray tiles on the roof crashed down.
Leng Linjiang staggered in fright, turned around and saw the red firelight reflected on the window paper, and the crackling sound was like thunder, deafening.
"It's broken. It's gone." Leng Linjiang slapped his thigh heavily and rushed out with a calm expression.
Hearing the word "water leakage", the people in the hall suddenly panicked, like a pot of cold water poured into a boiling oil pot, it exploded immediately, and they rushed out the door with howling ghosts and wolves.
These people ran very fast, crying and shouting. In fact, the fire was still eight feet away from the front hall, but people had a deep-rooted fear of the ruthless water and fire. They crowded in at the door and refused to give in to anyone. They almost closed the door. The crowd fell apart.
The chief steward also squeezed into the crowd and rushed out, seemingly accidentally being next to the beautiful young lady.
The beautiful young lady was born extremely weak and had little strength. She was accidentally squeezed by the frightened crowd and staggered.
"Be careful." Upon seeing this, the chief steward hurriedly supported the beautiful young lady, touched the back of her hand with his hand, and immediately took hold of her weak and boneless palm.
The pretty young lady's face turned red all of a sudden, her watery eyes paused on the big steward's face, and she thanked her calmly.
The flames shot into the sky in the distance, lighting up half of the sky with a bright red color.
When the internal guards who were originally guarding the front hall heard the fire, they rushed to the back to put out the fire. When they turned around, they saw something unexpected happened in the hall. They shouted loudly to stop everyone from rushing out.
But the voices of the inner guards were drowned in the trembling sound of running. The inner guards looked at each other and pulled out the software on their waists in unison, casting a cold light across the door.
