Chapter 234 Different

Feng Qingsui didn't expect that Admiral Xuan was also thinking about the Ji Mansion.

After hearing Xuan Lang and Xuan Ze's explanation of their purpose, he said gratefully, "Lord Xuan, we appreciate your kindness. However, the Ji Mansion has enough manpower to support us now, so you should take these brothers back."

The two brothers of the Xuan family had just arrived at the gate of the Ji Mansion. When they saw the two groups of guards who obviously belonged to different families, they understood one thing.

——They are late.

Xuan Lang, the imperial guard, bowed and said, "Since that's the case, we'll take our leave. If the palace has any errands, the Xuan family's men are always ready to be deployed."

Feng Qingsui smiled and said hello.

The Xuan brothers turned around and left with their men.

Zong Hebai, who had not yet left, looked at their tall and straight figures and said to Feng Qingsui, "The Xuan family has a good tradition, and the two brothers are upright people. They are people worth entrusting."

Feng Qingsui understood the hidden meaning in his words and asked with a smile, "Have Yantang and the others' marriages been decided?"

Zong Hebai: "..."

That really changes the subject.

"Your uncle and aunt will take care of their marriages. You'd better think more about yourself."

He sighed.

I really can't bear to see my niece, at such a young age, living her life guarding a cold tablet.

Feng Qingsui smiled slyly: "After my fourth uncle gets married, it won't be too late for me to consider marriage. It's not good to go before the elders."

Zong Hebai choked.

"You girl, you're really good at shutting me up with words." He shook his head and sighed, "I'll go ask the matchmaker right now and find you a fourth aunt."

Feng Qingsui's eyes curved, "I'm waiting to drink at the wedding."

Seeing he couldn't convince her, Zong Hebai changed the subject: "Do you really not want these people?"

"Don't worry, Fourth Uncle," Feng Qingsui said seriously, "If we really need someone, I will definitely not be polite to you."

Zong Hebai had no choice but to take the people he brought back, just like the Xuan brothers.

After he left, Shangguan Mu also brought people over.

Feng Qingsui also confiscated it.

Shangguan Mu seemed to have not yet recovered from the pain of losing his good friend, and his eyes were filled with sadness.

"Our two families live close together. If there's any disturbance, have someone climb up the wall and blow a whistle, and I'll bring people over right away."

He said in a deep voice.

Feng Qingsui said, "Okay. You should all take care of yourselves as well."

Shangguan Mu, like the others before him, took the people he brought with him away.

Diagonally opposite the Ji Mansion, Ji Hongde stood at the door of his own residence, watching the people coming and going. He thought to himself that Ji Changqing was such a cruel and ruthless villain that it was strange that the tea was still hot after he left.

He hadn't seen anything truly unusual.

As the chaos in and around the capital grew day by day, Feng Qingsui suspected something big would happen soon and asked Yan Chi, "How is the firearms being made?"

Yan Chi replied, "We have produced quite a few finished products, but the gates of the capital are being searched very tightly right now, so I'm afraid they can't be delivered in."

Feng Qingsui pointed at the peregrine falcon perched on the porch pillar and said, "How about letting it transport it?"

The peregrine falcon made a "hoo" sound.

——Do you have something to ask me?

Yan Chi was slightly stunned.

"I guess we can only send the lightest thunder bombs."

"That's all right," Feng Qingsui replied. "Send us some more gunpowder raw materials, and we'll mix it ourselves and put it in a ceramic jar. It can also be used as a bomb."

Yan Chi's eyes brightened: "Madam still has the idea."

Although the explosion effect of the ceramic shell is not as good as that of the iron shell, its group attack effect is also good.

He stared at the peregrine falcon with sharp eyes: "Sanhuang, it's up to you."

"Huh?"

In the following days, Peregrine Falcon was busy like a bee from morning to night, delivering one thunder bomb after another, one bag after another of saltpeter, sulfur, and charcoal from outside the city to Ji Mansion.

Thanks to its diving speed, even if the people living around Ji Mansion saw a gray shadow passing through the sky, they would not have time to see clearly what it was and would lose it.

Because the master had difficulty protecting himself in the palace, Feng Qingsui asked it to send small weapons such as sleeve arrows and various poisons to the master and Ji Changqing's spies in the palace.

After finishing his work, Peregrine Falcon held his head high and looked at Feng Qingsui with great pride.

"quack!"

——If you have no food to eat in the future, I will deliver goods to support you.

"Thank you for your hard work." Feng Qingsui smoothed its fur. "What do you want to eat tonight?"

The peregrine falcon turned its head toward the next yard.

Feng Qingsui: “…”

Although those pigeons are indeed plump, but——

"Don't you want to eat pigeons from the nest?" she said with a smile, "I'll buy you a few from outside."

Peregrine Falcon: "Ga."

——Wild pigeons are not as fragrant as domestic pigeons.

Feng Qingsui guessed its meaning: "..."

"I'll buy it and fatten it up for you to eat."

"quack."

--All right.

Much later, the eighteenth generation descendants of the pigeons next door taught their children: "The most important thing about being a pigeon is having a skill. The fates of pigeons that can deliver messages and those that cannot are completely different."

The little pigeon looked confused: "Gugugu?"

——What’s the difference?

"Gugugu."

——The difference between dying of old age and becoming a meal for the devil.

The number of refugees outside the city grew larger and larger, and people in the city tried not to leave the city if possible, but even those who stayed in the city were worried because of the explosions that occurred from time to time.

Feng Qingsui guessed that these were all the work of Zhao Bixiang.

Given Zhao Bixiang's ruthlessness, if he were allowed to attack the capital, the city would probably be flooded with blood.

Although the people Ji Changqing left for her all had special skills, there were less than a thousand of them. These people were only enough for her to protect the Ji Mansion, Qinghui Nuanrong Pavilion workshop and the orphanage, and could not resist tens of thousands of refugees.

The people in the capital still have to rely on the capital camp for protection.

However, the fighting capacity of the Beijing Army soldiers was greatly weakened by dysentery. If a real battle were to break out, I'm afraid...

In the Qinzheng Hall of the Imperial Palace, the emperor was also worried about this matter.

"I'm afraid we'll have to transfer the Mengzhou border troops here."

He said to the Minister of War.

The Minister of War's expression was stern: "Your Majesty, if the Mengzhou border troops move, the Cai border troops will probably move as well."

The emperor frowned and said, "Then we will mobilize the border troops from Huangzhou."

"Your Majesty, absolutely not!"

The Minister of War became nervous instantly.

"Lega suffered a severe drought this summer, resulting in a significant decline in cattle and sheep production. They will undoubtedly move southward to plunder in autumn and winter. If there are no border troops to stop them, the Lega cavalry will likely march straight in."

emperor:"……"

"Then tell me, how can we lift the siege of the capital?"

The Minister of War paused.

"I believe that once the soldiers in the capital camp have recovered, we will be able to drive the refugees out of the capital and send them back to their hometowns."

Emperor: "Most of the granaries in the capital have been opened to provide disaster relief, but refugees are still pouring in. We won't be able to sustain this for many more days."

The Minister of War was speechless.

The emperor waved his hand to dismiss him and looked at the map on the opposite wall with a serious look in his eyes.

He worked hard for twenty-four years, but why did Daxi not only fail to prosper, but instead became increasingly decadent and chaotic?

Because he...is not worthy of his position?

Two days later, just after the first watch, Feng Qingsui suddenly woke up from his dream.

She seemed to hear the sounds of fighting in the distance.

"What happened?"

She called Yan Chi.

"Some refugees burned the granaries in the capital and started fighting with the soldiers of the capital camp."

Yan Chi replied.

Feng Qingsui's expression suddenly darkened.

"here we go."