Liu Jin's beautiful day ended the moment she saw the bullet.
Wang Shouren, the head of the Ministry of War, said these seven words, causing Liu Jin to fall into a brief silence.
Different from the silence of the time traveler when he saw the name, Liu Jin's silence was staring at the four words in front.
Chief of the Ministry of War...
Head of Department...
Chief...
thing……
Liu Jin thought that he would be impeached for doing this, and also thought that that person might be the British Duke Zhang Mao who had been openly opposing him, or he might be the chief minister Li Dongyang who was ostensibly on good terms with him, or he might even be the one who had always been a good friend. Chen Guogong Yan Yuan seemed to be staying out of the matter, but he never thought that he would be impeached by the head of the Ministry of War who was in the sixth rank.
He, the powerful eunuch Liu Jin, who was in charge of the Office of Ceremony, the head of the Eight Tigers, the target of countless civil servants, and the powerful eunuch, was impeached by a minor official!
After silence, there was an explosion.
Liu Jin was originally of a low status, and after he gained power, he cared about his inferiority. Therefore, the impeachment of Wang Shouren, a small official, caused deeper trauma to his soul than other high-ranking officials.
What's more, if he can't even deal with such a small official, wouldn't his majesty as a eunuch who is the chief of etiquette and palm seal be ruined? His group originally relied on power and influence to gather together. Once he shows signs of decline, these losers will immediately fall into disarray.
Liu Jin sentenced Wang Shouren to death in his heart.
However, it is impossible to be beheaded on a public basis. It would be too arrogant to be executed just for scolding Eunuch Liu. Although Liu Jin is arrogant, he is not to this extent.
Therefore, Liu Jin's treatment of Wang Shouren was to have a staff of forty, and he was demoted to Longchang Posthouse in Guizhou as a small postmaster.
Not only that, but Wang Shouren's father, Wang Hua, was also affected. The top scholar, who was supposed to have a bright future, was currently the left minister of the Ministry of Rites, and was directly transferred to Nanjing to serve as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel. It seemed that he was promoted, but in fact he was cut off. his future.
…
Wang Shouren carried his luggage, took a few servants with him, and headed southwest.
Overnight, he lost all his official positions.
However, he has no regrets.
This is the duty of a minister.
The carriage rumbled out of the capital, but what none of the group noticed was that there were always a few knights following them faintly in the distance.
After walking for a few miles, the crowds gradually began to thin out, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the aisles.
At the beginning, Wang Shouren didn't think anything was wrong, but when he reached a section of the road, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
This is Zhili. Although the population at that time would not be as crowded as it would be in later generations, there would not be a single person on the official road.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, about twenty masked men suddenly appeared on both sides of the road. They rode horses, held swords in their hands, and charged at several people crazily.
Before Wang Shouren could react, they were already in front of him, and his eyes were dazzled by the shining sabers.
Fortunately, the servants were loyal and tried their best to block the attack for him. The coachman took advantage of this moment to urge the horse as hard as he could and ran some distance away, leaving the masked people behind.
Listening to the killing cries behind him, Wang Shouren felt the memories deep in his mind being awakened, and the words of Bai Paoke in the dream echoed in his heart.
To be honest, he didn't take the dream that night too seriously. He always thought it was just something he thought about every day and dreamed about at night, and he never took it seriously.
But at this time, the many masked men and the shining swords had already explained their purpose.
Liu Jin really wants to kill him!
Behind him, the sound of horse hooves became louder, and all his servants seemed to have been wiped out.
Wang Shouren suppressed the grief in his heart, and his brain was working rapidly, thinking of ways to break the situation.
He was not afraid of death, but he would not be happy to die under assassination and become a tool to spread Liu Jin's terror.
Suddenly, he remembered the last words of the white-robed man.
"How many miles away from the capital is this place?" he asked the coachman quickly.
"Probably, eight or nine miles!"
"Keep walking. If you see a tea shop, stop!"
Wang Shouren was now at the end of his rope. He could only place his hope in the words of the white robe guest in his dream.
There is a tea shop ten miles away from the capital, and that may be where the vitality lies!
"Master, the tea shop is here." When the coachman's words came, Wang Shouren's heart skipped a beat and he stuck his head out.
A very ordinary tea shop, an ordinary roadside stall, thatched roof, long chairs, and cracked porcelain cups.
The only strange thing is that in this place where there are no traces of people, there are people in this tea shop.
There were waiters, shopkeepers, and even tea-goers in the room. Everything in the tea shop seemed to be the same as usual.
Sitting in the center of the tea guests was a young man dressed in white, who stood out.
Seeing this scene, Wang Shouren sighed secretly.
They are all common people, how can they withstand the pursuit of soldiers? Maybe when the time comes, he will be silenced.
He asked the coachman to get off, and then he sat in the coachman's seat.
If the masked man is lured away, maybe they still have a chance to survive...
However, at this moment, the young man in white suddenly raised his head with a smile:
"Boan, why don't you come in and sit down?"
Wang Shouren was shocked.
The voice, the tone, and a familiar feeling arose in my heart.
It's the white man!
If you look closely at the young man, you will see that his figure is very similar to that of Bai Pao Ke.
He fell silent. Bai Paoke's presence truly confirmed the reality of his dream.
What method is this? Are there really ghosts and gods in this world?
This is impossible! How can this be?
Even at such a tense moment, Wang Shouren could not help but feel shocked and disbelieving in his heart.
But after thinking about it again, he felt a little more at ease. The other party is so powerful, and now he takes the initiative to greet him, he is obviously not worried about the safety of himself and the people being threatened, and he seems to be confident of protecting himself.
So he got out of the car and walked quickly to the young man's side, and the young man poured him a cup of tea.
"I have admired you for a long time, brother Bo'an." The first sentence made Wang Shouren puzzled - he was just a small military chief, where did he get his "famous name"?
"You are..." Wang Shouren was stopped by the young man before he could finish his words.
"My name is Lin Yan, and I am here to save you."
"As for the rest, you will know by yourself, but it's just not yet time."
Wang Shouren was still waiting to ask further questions when he heard the rapid sound of horse hooves outside, but the pursuers had already arrived.
The masked people were also stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.
Isn't this area already blocked? Is this it?
But soon, their faces showed fierceness.
In any case, since you have seen it, kill them all over there, they are just a group of common people anyway!
The leader gave the order, and the masked men didn't even get off their horses, but just rushed towards the tea shop!
Wang Shouren was trembling in his heart. With such a cavalry charge, this small tea shop would be crushed to pieces!
But at this moment, the tea guests took action at the same time. Some people pulled out crossbows from the luggage placed aside, and some even took out the loaded firecrackers and lit them!
When the masked people saw all this, they couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Guns and crossbows! This is prohibited by the imperial court! What are the backgrounds of these guys?
They thought they were just a group of ordinary tea drinkers, sheep who were allowed to be bullied, but they didn't expect that they were actually evil wolves who wanted their own lives!
Bows and crossbows pierced the air, and firecrackers roared.
Bodies rained down and horses stumbled.
In an instant, more than twenty masked men either became hedgehogs or sieves, and the tea shop became a slaughterhouse, with the smell of blood rising to the sky.
The pursuers were all wiped out within a few breaths.
Seeing all this, Wang Shouren's body trembled a little. Although he was the head of the Ministry of War, he had never been on the battlefield after all. Such bloody massacre still shocked his heart.
Turning around, he saw several corpses lying in the dark corner of the tea shop. They were Dongchang Fanzi who had come to drive away the "tea guests" and seal off the area.
His heart was beating wildly. Everything in the shop was clearly violating the laws of the Ming Dynasty, which shattered the world view he had cultivated for a long time.
So many people were killed as soon as they were told, without any hesitation.
Before he could react, the young man had already waved his hand:
"I'm afraid people from Dongchang will come soon, so hurry up and clean up the battlefield and evacuate!"
Then he named a few more people to escort Wang Shouren south.
As for Wang Shouren, he was helped into the carriage in a daze and continued on his journey.
When he finally reacted, the carriage was already a hundred meters away.
"We'll meet again, sooner or later."
The young man's voice echoed in his ears.
Looking back, Wang Shouren saw that the young man opened the folding fan again with a "swipe" sound, and drank tea lightly, extremely cool and unrestrained. The blood and corpses around him seemed to not exist in his eyes.
Lin Yan.
He silently remembered the name and his appearance.
Will we see you again...?
(End of chapter)
