The young master Zhang Zhiji can no longer be called the young master. He will beat anyone who dares to call him the young master. He will beat him around. No one in the entire Beijing camp calls him the young master and is called the Marquis in a unified way.

That's right, the young master is so willful. He thinks that the young master's name is based on his father, or his ancestors are called Xiao Gong.

But the title of Marquis is different. He was riding a war horse and knives and chopped out in the sea of ​​blood, although he did not kill a few people in total.

But today, Mr. Zhang was not feeling very comfortable. Some people were not feeling well together, and Wanyan Cheng, who had been looking at each other with Mr. Zhang, was not in love with each other.

Although Wanyan Cheng did not have a title of marquis after the war, he didn't care about these false things at all. Even the emperor didn't care whether he gave Wanyan Cheng a reward.

In the eyes of Wanyan Cheng and Sanqian, they were just the dowry warriors of Mingzhu in their tribe. Like Xiong Sen and Zhu Gang, they were all retainers and slaves of the emperor, and their masters were favored by them. All kinds of rewards such as titles were empty.

In fact, it was the same. Although Zhang Zhiji was gorgeously transferred to the marquis, he did not dare to underestimate Wanyan Cheng, who had no title, just like the officials of the Ming Dynasty who were disliked the factory guards, no one dared to underestimate them.

It’s normal. When Mr. Zhang is unhappy, Wanyan Cheng and his group should be happy, but now they can’t be happy either.

Yes, Jingying and Sanqian were not very happy. No matter who was used to chopping people with a knife, he would not be too happy to be called to be a civilian to transport supplies.

It has been two days since I left the capital, and it has only been a hundred miles away. This alone makes these guys who are used to chopping people on horseback and feel very uncomfortable.

However, the eldest son of his family, Emperor Chongzhen, was determined to take this batch of grain all the way to Shaanxi. No one could stop him. Everyone could only take turns to suffer. Every half of the day would change to half of the people on horseback, and the other half would rely on their feet to transport grain in small carts. As for the civilians, they didn't take Marquis Zhang and Wanyan Cheng at all, they wanted to ask their boss what he was thinking.

Seeing that it was almost night, Emperor Chongzhen was kind enough to rest at the post station for one night. Emperor Chongzhen took his guards to rest at the post station. These soldiers and 3,000 from the Beijing camp had to protect the food outside the post station and guard the night side by side.

But after Emperor Chongzhen, who was in a low-end costume, entered the post station, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

"Hey, I'll be careful. These things are very expensive. If they are broken, can you afford to lose them?"

Seeing a strong and fat woman standing in the post station and making a fuss, Chongzhen couldn't even believe what his eyes saw.

It’s not that the post station is to deliver passengers, report military information, and transport military supplies? The civil and military officials from all over the Ming Dynasty were also taking advantage of the post station. Where did the fat pig come from in front of him?

Chongzhen, who became more and more curious, simply turned his head and signaled to follow the Jinyi Guard next to him to ask questions.

The Jinyiwei who was accompanying the guards on this trip was Xiong Sen and Zhu Gang. Seeing Emperor Chongzhen signaling, Zhu Gang walked up to the woman and said, "Sister-in-law, I am polite."

Seeing Zhu Gang dressed up as a soldier in the guards, the woman said, "Who is calling you? Do you understand what etiquette is?"

Zhu Gang ignored the postman next to him and kept winking himself, just chuckled, and then said, "Okay, okay, this lady, I wonder what it is for you to come to this post?"

After hearing Zhu Gang's change of name, the fat woman's face looked better and said, "Mrs. I want to go to Beijing to find my husband who has just been promoted to censor. Where isn't this post station?"

Zhu Gang also secretly complained that all officials and their relatives were taking advantage of the post station. All the Ming Dynasty knew about this, but the emperor didn't know. Now he happened to be hit by the emperor. I don't know how many people are in trouble for this crime of concealing and not reporting it.

Zhu Gang, who was in a bad mood, also looked ugly: "As far as a certain person knows, the post station was originally intended to deliver passengers, report military information, and transport military supplies. When will the officials' families be allowed to move in?"

The woman looked at Zhu Gang up and down again. Seeing that Zhu Gang and the people behind him were dressed as soldiers except for Chongzhen's noble son, he sneered: "You are a bed bug in melon seeds, how can you be a stinky soldier? When can you control me, a stinky soldier? Be careful that my husband will ask you to study your book, and you will feel better at that time!"

Zhu Gang's face became darker.

But without Zhu Gang's attack, he heard a "touch" sound, but a box fell on the ground while several postmen were transporting it, and the things inside were scattered all over the ground.

When the fat woman saw her, she immediately said angrily: "Okay, I just told you to be careful. You are taking my words as an indifferent ear!"

While cursing, he walked towards several postmen, and it seemed that he was about to be ready to fight.

Seeing this, Zhu Gang turned around and looked at Emperor Chongzhen, but saw that Chongzhen's face was so dark that it could not be darker. Zhu Gang's guard had been by Chongzhen for a long time before, and he had never seen Chongzhen show such a face.

Zhu Gang no longer cared about the postmen, and hurriedly retreated to Chongzhen and bowed and said, "Young Master?"

After waiting for a long time, Chongzhen could not reply. He looked up secretly, but saw Chongzhen looking at the fat woman beating several postmen with expressionless face.

The beaten postmen just kept hiding, but no one dared to fight back.

Seeing this scene, Chongzhen became even more angry. However, his face, which was so dark that he could not be more dark, had become more and more calm at this time.

Zhu Gang, who had not received Chongzhen's order, was about to ask again, but Chongzhen said lightly: "The postman and your Jinyiwei are the personal army of the emperor. When will anyone bully this way?"

Although Emperor Chongzhen's voice was light, only the few people around him could hear it, but it was as if Zhu Gang had heard the thunder. It was obvious that the emperor was dissatisfied. Whether it was his behavior of taking advantage of the families of officials or the failure to report these situations to the Jinyiwei.

However, although Emperor Chongzhen was dissatisfied, his meaning was already instructed to do what he should do. Zhu Gang immediately bowed again and said, "I understand the humble position, please don't worry, my son."

Chongzhen nodded expressionlessly, then left the post station and stopped saying anything to rest. He just ordered Mr. Zhang to arrange the transfer of food before returning to Beijing. Then he directly brought the remaining Jinyiwei, the inner factory guards and Sanqian back to Beijing first.

Zhu Gang, who didn't know what was happening outside, gritted his teeth and secretly hated him at this time.

Today, I was in trouble. This kind of bullshit thing happened when I was accompanying the emperor to protect him!

Zhu Gang, who was ruthless in his heart, didn't say anything nonsense, and strode forward, kicked the fat woman who was showing off to the ground with one kick, scolding the dodging postmen and said, "Straighten your back!"

The fat woman fell to the ground and howled, "I'm beating people to death! Only these killings will kill people! Cui'er, remember to let the master study them!"

The maid and several servants who had been standing next to the side to watch the show hurriedly came forward to help the fat woman up, but Zhu Gang kicked all the ones to the ground.

Looking at the few people who were moaning continuously, Zhu Gang sneered: "Grandpa didn't let you get up. Whoever dares to move, grandpa will kill him!"

The fat woman who couldn't tell the difference was screaming at this time, as if she was slaughtering a pig: "In broad daylight, the world is bright, I'm killing someone! Help!"

Zhu Gang, who was getting more and more angry, simply kicked the fat woman again: "You scream again, grandpa will kick you to death today!"

Seeing that the fat woman was frightened by this, she stopped and dared not howl again. Zhu Gang asked, "Come on, tell grandpa, who is your censor, Mr. Jun? Do you know it if grandpa knows it?"

The fat woman was confident at this time and said angrily: "My husband is Mao Yujian, the new censor. I offended me. You Qiu Ba can bear it!"

Zhu Gang was angry and laughed. Who was so confident that he could talk to the old man of the Jinyiwei? Not to mention a censor, even if he was in charge of the six ministers of their ministries, he would come in person. I would rather beat you up.

Then he kicked him hard a few times until the woman no longer dared to make any noise. Zhu Gang looked at the postmen who were hiding aside like quails with disappointment, and spat, "What are you afraid of?"

An old army in his forties and fifties smiled bitterly and said, "My master, you should be from the Beijing Camp with accent. I guess there are some ways and I must be afraid of it. But we are different. How can we afford the censor's ginseng at that time?"

When Zhu Gang heard this, he sneered: "What a bullshit censor! Don't forget, you are also the emperor's personal army! Why are you afraid that he, the censor, will do?"

The old army smiled bitterly and said, "Personal army, personal army, hey. Personal army is different from personal army. This master, can you compare with the old men of the Jinyiwei? Not to mention us postmen, in this situation, it is already good to have food for imperial food. What is the point of being angry?"

Zhu Gang looked at the old army unexpectedly, reached out and took out the waist sign of his Jinyiwei, and said to the old army: "I am the hundred households of Jinyiwei. I threw this woman out and sent a message to the post station behind. I did not allow this woman to step into the post station again. If there is anything, I will be responsible."

The old army was a knowledgeable person. After all, it has been passed down from generation to generation. What does the logo on the waist sign represent? Which postman didn’t recite it well? Otherwise, one day he accidentally offended someone he shouldn’t have offended, wouldn’t that be very unfair?
Chapter completed!