the next day.

evening.

Zeng Mansion.

Zeng Guofan is no longer the most powerful minister of the past.

Their Zeng family got up too fast and too fast, and they made too great contributions back then.

They are typical masters who have great achievements.

Back then, the entire Qing court could be said to be saved by their Zeng family.

Most of the famous Han officials in the Han Dynasty are promoted by Zeng Guofan.

Therefore, after real stability, Cixi would definitely not feel at ease with the Zeng family, and directly took advantage of Zeng Guoquan's defeat and demoted Zeng Guofan to the end.

Of course, although Zeng Guofan ended, his influence is still there.

Although the Zeng family's disciple is not a disciple of the prime minister, it is also a very high-ranking disciple.

Therefore, in many cases, the Zeng Mansion's disciples look down on many people, and even county magistrates and others cannot catch their eyes.

This day, in the afternoon.

Several doors of the Zeng Mansion were looking at the gate of the Zeng Mansion and chatting.

At this moment, a young man with two swords on his back walked to the door: "I dare to ask, Zeng Guofan can be there."

When the young man with sword-browed eyebrows was furious, several people were furious.

"How did you speak? You just called the master's name directly."

"Is this a dog's courage? Is it rude?"

"A person who is rude should be beaten to death with a stick." Several disciples shouted. Although Zeng Guofan has lost power these days, his status is still quite high. The current No. 1 minister Li Hongzhang is his disciple.

No matter who he is, he should be called Wen Zhenggong.

"Oh, if you don't call it directly, what should you call it? Zeng Shaved your head?" the young man asked curiously.

I once shave my head, and this reputation is even worse.

This describes Zeng Guofan's constant killing of people when he was pacifying the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

"You kid are looking for death."

"First use a stick to beat him seriously, then we will catch him and slowly clean him up."

"This guy just needs to be beaten and killed directly." Several disciples discussed together.

Several doors ran to the side door, took out a stick, and swung it heavily at the young man with sword-browed eyebrows. It was bang bang bang bang bang bang, and all the sticks were broken.

These people were stunned. How could it be? They used sticks to suck people, but in the end, it turned out that their sticks were broken.

The young man with sword eyebrows smiled faintly, picked up a broken stick and folded it into smaller pieces. You should know that the stick is quite thick, almost the same as the water and fire stick in the yamen. Moreover, the broken stick is quite short, and it is quite difficult to break it with bare hands. Not to mention how many times it folds it in a row.

Then, the young man with sword-brow raised his hand and flew out all the folded very thinly, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

These people were knocked out directly, and with a bang, they fell to the ground. Some were fainted, while others did not faint. They shouted, "Come, come, come quickly. Someone is coming."

There were hundreds of guards in the Zeng Mansion. After hearing the shouts, they rushed out. They were holding guys in their hands. I guess they were all thinking about it. What happened? There were such a brave man who dared to break into the Zeng Mansion to cause trouble.

When they came, they only saw a young man with sword-browed eyebrows, but they couldn't help but be stunned.

The young man with sword-browed eyebrows seemed a little tired: "I'm too lazy to kill you. I'm called the young king. Get out of here."

The hundreds of guards were a little dissatisfied when they first heard it. One of the big men sneered: "What young... the young king." His expression suddenly became even uglier than seeing a ghost.

The expressions of other people are similar, and they all suddenly become surprisingly ugly.

Young Heavenly King!

The young king of Taiping Army!

Who is that person!

That is a demon god who can kill thousands of people at one time!

That's the devil who can't even hit Western muskets!

Such a character is simply the most terrifying existence!

Such people came to them.

As soon as someone could not hold the weapons, sticks, and swords in his hand fell directly to the ground.

Some people also have their legs that are weak.

"Sir Young Heavenly King, can we get out?" asked a very brave man tentatively.

"Yes, get out." He Xuan raised his hand.

"Thank you, Young God! Thank you, Young God!" There were only three of these nearly 100 guards immediately. Hey, Zeng Guofan was pretty good, and there were still three guards. Facing his own pressure, he even swears to protect him to the death.

"Young King, please spare our life. It's not that we don't leave, but that we are so scared that our legs are weak and we can't walk." The three guards quickly defended themselves: "Give us aside, let us aside."

He Xuan smiled and continued to walk in. On the way, he kept seeing the maids and the servants running away. Some were as scared as those three guards, so scared that they didn't dare to move.

When I walked into the main hall, I saw an old man with pale hair. This man was making tea. He looked quite plain at first, but when I looked carefully, I found that there was a terrifying light and glory on him.

This old man is not simple.

Moreover, judging from his appearance, he is similar to Zeng Guoquan.

The pale-haired old man bowed his hands: "You are the young king of Taiping Army?"

"Yes, are you Zeng Guofan?" He Xuan asked.

"It's Zeng." The pale-haired old man Zeng Guofan poured another cup of tea and made a drink at He Xuan.

He Xuan also picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Good tea!"

"Actually, Zeng Guofan, you are quite calm. You know that I came here to kill you. You are not panicked at all. Can you tell me the reason?"

"I am over 60 years old now. If you live to this age, what else can you not be able to see?" Zeng Guofan smiled faintly: "Besides, where can I escape my old bone? How can I escape the young king who is the best in the world. So, I simply don't escape. Before I die, drink my favorite West Lake Longjing."

"You can see it easily." He Xuan smiled faintly.

"Yes. At this age, it's impossible not to be open to the eye." Zeng Guofan took another sip of tea: "For the sake of my death at the young heavenly king's sword, can the young heavenly king answer my three questions?"

"Three questions? A little too many." He Xuan took a sip of West Lake Longjing, and only felt that the tea smelled light and the entrance was excellent: "Well, for the sake of this tea, I will answer your three questions."

"The first question is, is the young king really a god? People can be afraid of swords and muskets, like gods, and be reborn after death, and even more like gods."
Chapter completed!