General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 15 Brave and Good at Fighting
He does not mean that.

Although Zhu Xizhong didn't say anything more, but there was some hesitation in his heart, and Ning Jue, who was on the other side, deliberately swaggered around the streets and alleys of the capital.

Until the sun was setting, and as the last rays of the setting sun went out, the temperature outside also gradually dropped. Seeing the sky getting darker, Ning Jue finally returned to his home.

The huge courtyard was empty. Obviously, if no one lived in this kind of courtyard, it would not be able to sustain its popularity, but Ning Jue didn't have any worries, and walked towards the study with a candlestick in his hand.

This afternoon, Ning Jue did not come back on purpose, in order to give those people enough time.

Opening the notebook on the desk, seeing that the hair caught in the notebook had long since disappeared, Ning Jue finally let out a sigh of relief.

He knew he had made the right bet.

Tao Zhongwen and the people behind Tao Zhongwen are already in a hurry.

They can do things like this, and even erase this matter from the history books, they are definitely not ordinary people.

Maybe I will die miserably, right?

But it's okay, the death is too happy, and I don't feel at ease with the money.

Ning Jue got up and changed into his official uniform, sat in the study, quietly waiting for the god of death to come.

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At the tea shed outside the gate of Ningjia Street, Zhu Xizhong, who had changed into ordinary clothes, took two long followers and sat directly in the tea shed to drink tea.

"Master, what are we doing here..."

Chang Sui took a sip from the tea bowl and couldn't help but spit it out.

"Pooh!"

"His grandma's, shopkeeper's! Are you crazy about money? How dare you sell slop?"

Before Zhu Xizhong opened his mouth to scold, the shopkeeper directly choked back: "This is called soybean juice! Do you understand soybean juice? This is what authentic soybean juice tastes like!"

"you!"

The attendant was about to speak out to scold the shopkeeper angrily when he heard Zhu Xizhong slap the table with a "bang".

"Shut up! I didn't ask you to come out with me because you want to mess with others!"

Being reprimanded by Zhu Xizhong, the entourage had no choice but to shut his mouth. Zhu Xizhong looked at the gate of the Ning family in the distance and took a sip of a bowl of bean juice. Soaring to the sky.

"Ahem..." Zhu Xizhong wiped his mouth, looked at the entourage with some embarrassment and said, "Well, I spoke a little loudly, so don't take it to heart."

"Just don't forget that my master brought you out for a big deal. My master, I have to see what kind of unspeakable secrets our nobleman has."

The biggest advantage of Zhu Xizhong's straightforward temperament is that he can correct his mistakes.

Just now when he walked over, Zhu Xizhong noticed that there were actually quite a few people active around the Ning family, and it was those few people who turned over and over again.

Although there was a curfew in the Ming Dynasty, since the Chenghua Dynasty, there have been wealthy households holding hundreds of officials for a night banquet, with six to seven hundred people at every turn. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, the curfew was gradually relaxed.

But that is the matter of court officials and rich families after all. Although the curfew is relaxed, the reason why the curfew can exist is mainly because ordinary people have no need to go out at night. The official is the thief!

After all, Zhu Xizhong was born in the army, so he could tell at a glance that all the people in front of him were Lian's sons.

"It's his grandma, our nobleman really has something to hide!"

Ning Jue is nothing more than a seventh-rank educator, and the family seems to have no servants. To be able to provoke so many people, it is clear that he came here to take Ning Jue's life!
Thinking of this, Zhu Xizhong couldn't help but feel a little moved.

Ning Bingxian doesn't want to implicate us even if he loses his own life!
Looking at the few people in the distance, Zhu Xizhong's knuckles could not help but "click".

"You guys, let's go back and call people. I will call as many people as there are people in the house. Go!"

"Here!" The two attendants glanced at each other before disappearing into the night.

Little did he know that the shopkeeper in the tea shed behind him was also staring at Zhu Xizhong who was lying in the tea shed.

"Brother, why isn't this person leaving?"

"Wait a little longer, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so I don't believe he won't go home."

"Brother, it's not about hot tofu. This bean juice tastes too strong. I can't take it anymore."

"Just bear with it, authentic bean juice tastes like this."

Naturally, Zhu Xizhong didn't know about the conversation between the two.

The night was getting darker, and the capital, which was already cloudy, didn't even have half a moonlight tonight, Ning Jue's mouth twitched slightly while sitting in the study.

"Why the fuck isn't it here yet? If I don't come again, I'll really be playing."

Ning Jue didn't know that a delicate balance had already formed outside his house.

It's just that this balance is about to be broken.

While Zhu Xizhong was in the tea shed, a group of servants in green clothes and caps with sticks appeared quietly on the far corner of the street, rushing aggressively towards the tea shed where Zhu Xizhong was.

The moment this group of people appeared, the cold wind on the street seemed to have stopped for a moment.

The servants of Duke Cheng's mansion were originally selected from the elite frontier army, and all of them carried a sinister aura around them.

That's the evil spirit that can only be carried by someone who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

Whether it was the shopkeeper of the tea shed or the group of people in front of Ning Jue's house, they were all stunned in place by this evil spirit.

Seeing his family coming, Zhu Xizhong couldn't bear it any longer, and smashed the tea bowl containing the bean juice to the ground with a "slap".

Seeing Zhu Xizhong's appearance, Cheng Guogong's butler also came to Zhu Xizhong in a hurry.

"Master! Everyone is here, and they are all brothers from our family!"

Zhu Xizhong raised his eyebrows, pointed at the people at the gate of Ningjia Street in the distance, and angrily said:

"Those over there! Nai Gong has been watching you for a long time, and you are at the door of my virtuous brother's house..."

Before Zhu Xizhong could finish speaking, he felt that someone behind him was pulling him.

Zhu Xizhong waved his hands impatiently.

"Shouldn't I just hit you with a bowl, and I will pay you later!"

"Brother, it's not about the bowl."

Impatiently, Zhu Xizhong took out ten copper coins from his chest and wanted to throw them to the shopkeeper behind him.

"It's not money..."

Unexpectedly, when Zhu Xizhong turned his head, he saw that the shopkeeper and the waiter of the tea shed pulled out a short blade out of nowhere and were staring at him maliciously.

Zhu Xizhong was silent for a moment, then regained his composure immediately, rushed directly to the table and lifted the table of the tea shed with quick eyes and hands.

"Smash this tea shed first! Give them both the bean juice!"

"Here!" The two attendants who had drunk the bean juice just now took the lead and rushed into the tea shed to fight with the shopkeeper and the waiter.

On the other side, near the courtyard wall of Ning Jue's house, many people came to fight with the servants of Duke Cheng's mansion.

"Grandpa, they are wearing soft armor!"

"I'm going to tell you that your uncle doesn't talk about martial arts, right! I don't understand until now?!"

"Drink...I can't drink anymore, my stomach is full, hiccup!"

In less than a cup of tea, all the servants outside Duke Cheng's mansion were dumped on the street outside Ning Jue's house...

(End of this chapter)