"Do it~~~~" The voice of Right Prime Minister Yang Yizhen was high-pitched in despair.
Then, hundreds of personal soldiers composed of generals from various places, led by him, divided into several groups and attacked any place in Taijing City where there was Qinghe industry.
To be honest, blood does make people calm.
Yang Yizhen, who had been killing for most of the night, held a knife and sat on a headless corpse that was still bleeding, and calmly received people sent by various families to inquire about the news.
"I don't want to destroy your property. Go back and reassure your master. I just wanted to kill some people. As for whether I killed the wrong people, I don't care, and I hope your master doesn't mind. No family needs those people. If anyone really feels that they have been wronged, you can ask them to come to me in person."
Moonlight, firelight, bloodlight.
Yang Yizhen's face looked extremely terrifying on the street.
However, the visitors were all trusted members of the major families, and they weren't the unworldly. The middle-aged steward leading the group bowed deeply and said, "My master said that whatever the Prime Minister wants to do is naturally for his own reasons, and we will never interfere. We only hope that the Prime Minister will give each family an explanation after he's done, so that everyone won't speculate and misunderstand his intentions."
After saying this, he bowed and took his leave, ignoring the desperate pleading of the shopkeeper in whose shop he had a stake.
"Chop it up and send some blood food to my son." Yang Yizhen glanced at the shopkeeper who was about to crawl in front of him. Hmm, I should have been to this shop before. Was it the Zhang family or the Li family? This shopkeeper was good at serving people. I think he even rewarded him last time. If he sent someone like this to take care of his two sons, I'm sure the second and third sons wouldn't suffer on their way to the underworld.
"Master, the soldiers from each family said that their work is almost done. Can you give them some reward money?" The speaker was the new housekeeper, who was also the son of the old housekeeper. To be honest, the old housekeeper had originally planned to return to the Yang family's old house to retire in the next few days, which was another form of retirement. Unexpectedly, he was hacked to death by thieves in the prefectural government office.
The housekeeper's son worked very hard tonight. Yang Yizhen saw him kill several people with his own eyes, so he felt that he could still be useful.
"Rewards are given out only when good things happen and on good days. Do you think good things have happened in our family recently or are we living a good life?" Yang Yizhen rolled her eyes at the new housekeeper.
"this..."
"Never mind. Those soldiers don't care about that. They just want the money. So, go tell them this street is theirs. Just clean up before dawn. How they divide it is up to them."
After Yang Yizhen finished speaking, he felt a little tired. He returned to the carriage under the escort of his servants and closed his eyes. However, the cheering of the soldiers outside was really annoying. He simply decided to go home and sleep. He had to go to the palace to explain to the Khmer king tomorrow morning, and he couldn't do it without a good spirit.
Yes, although politicians need to take action to express their attitudes and positions, they always have to think about the next step, after all, they still have a son.
The most successful eldest son.
The next day, Yang Yizhen walked out of the palace tired and got on the carriage home.
He was just about to take a break when he found someone had left a message for him on the wall of the carriage:
I see that the Cambodian gentlemen are all like pigs and dogs.
Only Yang Gong, who lived in a chaotic world, never stopped striving for self-improvement, fought and failed many times, but fought again and again, showing an indomitable spirit. He was a true man.
However, a man of honor cannot avoid having an unvirtuous wife and unfilial children.
If Yang Gong is dragged down by his family, his momentum may not last.
We can't bear it,
So he made a plan for Yang Gong.
We will personally take the heads of Yang Gong's entire family, end Yang Gong's worldly troubles, and bring peace to Yang Gong so that he can concentrate on state affairs.
Please do not refuse, Mr. Yang. I will have a great gift when I return home. Please accept it.
"Hurry, go home, go home..." Yang Yizhen's face changed drastically. While urging the driver to speed up, he ordered the guards around him: "Go and invite a few generals to come over and bring the troops to the Prime Minister's residence. Hurry."
Yang Yizhen did not rashly open the door of his house.
After all, the servant who was supposed to greet people at the door did not come out, and the guards guarding the door were not there either. The entire street in front of the Right Prime Minister's Mansion was unusually quiet.
He felt that all the pain in the world was rushing towards him, entangling himself and gnawing at his spirit, soul and body.
He got off the carriage, calmly and slowly, pushed away the guards who were coming to support him, walked step by step towards the door of his house, pushed it open, and walked in.
The Right Prime Minister's Mansion was shrouded in pain mixed with the smell of blood, just like the street that was emitting blood last night.
Shi Zhen'er was peeling melon seeds while urging Lin Hai, "What happened after he pushed the door open? What happened?"
"What else can we do?" Lin Hai said with a smile, "I can't really prepare a big gift at his house and wait for him to sign for it."
Lin Hai grabbed the crab roe-flavored sunflower seeds that had just been delivered from the kitchen and popped a few into his mouth, savoring them as he spoke, "Originally, we weren't in such a hurry, but the soldiers who looted Chang Street that night got rich and went to the brothel we control. They tortured several girls under Yan Zi's command to death. We couldn't tolerate this, so we had to do it, even if it meant a bit of rough work."
"Swallow's men? Someone from the intelligence station?" Shi Zhen'er asked, "If someone from the intelligence station really died, why would Wang Zuo take revenge on Yang Yizhen's family?"
"They're not ours. We took over that brothel as a cover. A small number of people inside are ours, but most of the girls are from the past. But you know, Yan Zi used to work in this brothel too, she just followed us by chance. Many of the girls there are her sisters, and they used to look after each other."
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