Zheng Sha turned his face and ignored it. The shopkeeper Zheng next to him sneered coldly:

"We can't afford to be Wu's face. The marquis in Nanjing still has a greater face..."

Zheng Sha coldly said "Shut up" in Fujian dialect, and the house suddenly became quiet. Wu's mother regretted that even if she could escape safely this time, the Zheng family was a great man at sea. They had a lot of friends in the world and would cost a lot of money to ask someone to ask for love. This little marquis is really a trouble seed.

There was an encirclement outside, but Li Meng could only observe the movements below from the upstairs and arranged for his subordinates to deal with them. He concentrated all the people holding the muskets near Meilou, and the rest were defending the outside. If the opponent rushed in, he would definitely be hit by the muskets in such a narrow range.

"If we let our little marquis go, we can spare you. You thief, the gate of Nanjing City will be closed. At that time, you will be catching turtles in a jar..."

Before he finished shouting, he was interrupted by the little marquis screaming like a pig, and he heard him shouting madly there:

"Damn it, bastard it, get out of here."

My throat was hoarse, and it sounded quite miserable, but in the ears of Li Meng and the guards beside him, I felt extremely happy.

Feng Zhong was naturally becoming more and more anxious. The little marquis had a bad reputation. The marquis' anger must be vented on him. He really couldn't afford to be guilty. But in the current situation, the people he sent to the high places also saw the situation in the yard clearly. There were so many people carrying muskets on the other side.

Moreover, judging from the ability of the opponent's men, they seem to be well-trained elites. Even if they attack hard, they can't rush over before the opponent kills.

The current method seems to be the only one who shouts each other, but the next procedure is quite boring. Feng Zhong even shouts clichés such as the court's righteousness and loyalty to the country. What he said is nothing more than to let Li Meng release people. Li Meng is naturally not stupid. As long as he is annoyed, he will make the little marquis scream at the top of his throat.

After a while, half an hour passed. The idle people watching the fun nearby felt extremely bored, and a lot of them dispersed, which was also considered a strange thing.

After arguing, more than a dozen generals from the Feng family gathered together to discuss this. No one was willing to take the responsibility. This was inevitable. He suddenly heard a loud sound not far away. Obviously, a large group of people came over. Several people were all happy, thinking that it would be better to share the responsibility.

"Sir, there are almost 400 horses coming here not far away, and there are also a large number of infantrymen. There are too many people, so I can't tell the number of people at all!"

Hearing this report, Li Meng frowned even tighter, and after a while he said:

"Today I will cause my brothers to die in this bastard place."

Several soldiers upstairs were stunned, and then they all blushed and said loudly:

"This life was given by the adults. Even if the young people are desperate, they will still protect the adults."

Li Meng was moved and nodded to several subordinates. Then he laughed and said:

"It's okay, we brothers cut this bastard into pieces before we died!"

After saying this, the little marquis lying on the ground like a dead fish suddenly struggled, but his body was tied up and his mouth was stuffed with rags. He could not move or say anything.

Feng Zhong below looked like a little more. He thought the new soldiers were here to help, but he didn't look like this, but this person was still the old Huang who had left before and came back.

The new soldiers did not rely on them, but were ten steps away from him and were fully alert. This was not helping at all, but surrounded him. No one dared to slack off in the major matters of military and military killing. Feng Zhong and several generals naturally mobilized their own troops to prepare for some defense, and they were also panicked.

Feng Zhong hurried to the street entrance and shouted angrily at the officer in charge:

"Huang Qianhu, what are you going to do!!"

The rest of the words were so hard that they could not say. Looking at the murderous look of the other party, it didn't seem like they were doing private affairs. The Huang Qianhu no longer seemed to have rushed from the table, but was wearing his clothes and armor all over his body, and looked down at him from a high place, and said coldly:

"At the foot of the imperial city, in Nanjing, your Feng family mobilized troops and was noisy in the city, but is there any king's law in their eyes?"

After saying that, the Feng family's generals suddenly shuddered. The hat was a bit big, but it would be fine if no one cared about this matter, but I wouldn't take it seriously anyway. But if someone stings one by one according to the Ming Dynasty law, and the snob who stings is bigger than his own, that would be a disaster.

"Huang... Lord Huang, you can't say this nonsense. Our little marquis was kidnapped by the evil man. Isn't this a rescue?"

"The hijacking of the villain is clearly a jealousy with people in the brothel Chuguan, indulging their families in the crime, forcing good people to take action to defend themselves, and helping them save people. I wonder who gave you the right to dispatch troops in Nanjing City. Can there be written by the Ministry of War, and can there be a seal of guards?"

The more you say this, the more you feel the more you feel. Feng Zhong already felt something was wrong and dared not refute it. He just wiped his cold sweat and said:

"Mr. Huang, I'm a little confused. If you have any arrangements here, please tell me."

In short, Feng Zhong's officer rank is higher than that of Huang Qianhu, but at this time he was completely humble as a subordinate. Huang Qianhu snorted coldly, took out a document, and spoke loudly:

"In a peaceful place in Nanjing, no war is allowed to disturb the good people. I ordered the joint guards of Feng's troops to return to the camp immediately and wait for the disposal!"

After saying that, he threw the document in his hand forward and said coldly:

"I have seen the documents of the Ministry of War and the ward yamen clearly. It's not Feng who lied to me!"

Although it was quite rude, Feng Zhong still picked up the document and looked at it carefully, for fear that it was a fake. The more he looked, the more cold sweats on his forehead became, the more Huang Qianhu shouted loudly over there:

"If you don't disperse, can you really take action? Line up and prepare for the battle!"

With this order issued, the army around Huang Qianhu took a neat step forward, and the swords and guns in his hand shouted loudly. The soldiers transferred from the Feng family couldn't help but take a few steps back, and the scene was a little chaotic for a moment.

Feng Zhong was still hesitating there, and a companion next to him stepped forward and whispered:

"You can't leave, the little marquis is still there and has no idea of ​​life and death."

Wiping the cold sweat on his head, Feng Zhong raised his head, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice:

"If you don't leave, the Feng family will be finished. I'll send an order to withdraw. If you have any blame, I will take care of it!"

The order was passed down one by one, and the soldiers and horses of Feng's family, who were worried, breathed a sigh of relief. The soldiers and horses around Huang Qianhu were all dodging the way for them. The group of troops who were still aggressive just now had to leave in a mess. When Feng Zhong passed by Huang Qianhu, he pondered for a while and said:

"Mr. Huang, if possible, please protect my little marquis. I am very grateful."

Huang Qianhu ignored it, but nodded slightly. Feng Zhong just sighed, hugged his fists immediately, and then left straight away.

First, these soldiers were blocking the intersections everywhere, and those idle people who were dispersed were not allowed to come back. Li Meng looked up the changes below with cold eyes. These soldiers in Nanjing were different from the Ming army officers and soldiers he saw in other places. The style of clothing and weapons in armor and weapons was more formal, but they looked a little dull. In his own impression, there was no fierce battle in Nanjing when the Donghu Jurchens headed south. I really don’t know what the soldiers in front of me were doing.

The soldiers below seem to be the first to withdraw, and they are also the most elite and military-like group among all the soldiers below.

Li Meng slowly adjusted his breathing, but left a short knife and a musket on his body. He thought, it was really time to fight to the death. He looked down at the little marquis. Even though he was calm, he couldn't help but smile. He thought that just saying that he was cut into pieces, I'll try it today.

It was always quiet outside, with the officers and soldiers in Nanjing silent, and the yard was full of guard, but someone was knocking on the door in the front yard.

"Bang...bang"

It’s nothing strange for ordinary people to call the door, but now there are hundreds of swords and guns inside and outside the front door. Who else dares to slap the door? Li Meng also frowned and looked through the gap, but heard an old man’s voice. Although it was weak, it was clear:

"Nephew, nephew, it's me, the little Liu Qian!"

When outsiders heard this, they felt confused, but Li Meng's nervous body and mind suddenly relaxed. His expression was still calm, and he got up and walked to the little marquis.

When the young marquis saw Li Meng walking to him, he was immediately frightened. Although his hands and feet were tied, his mouth was stuffed with rags, and his whole body was wriggling like a bug, making a whimpering sound from his mouth and nose, wanting to beg Li Meng not to kill him.

When he arrived, Li Meng grinned and kicked Mr. Feng in the stomach. The woman's body immediately bent like a shrimp.
Chapter completed!