Red Mansion Taoist

Chapter 57 Farewell
  Jia Rong, whose shackles were removed, showed a relaxed look on his face and moved his neck and hands.

He was led to the pavilion by Jia Qiang. When he saw the food and wine on the table, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

With his background, not to mention such wine and food, he has also tasted wine and food several times better.

But it's different now. He has been locked up in a prison for such a long time, and the food he eats is worse than pig food. How can he hold back when he sees good wine and good food now.

"Brother Rong, sit down quickly!" Jia Qiang stretched out her hand to say hello.

Jia Rong sat down. He couldn't wait to pour himself a glass of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and took a few more bites of vegetables before stopping.

"It makes Brother Qiang laugh. For more than a month, my life has been worse than death, and now I feel that I am still alive!" Jia Rong said with a wry smile.

"How can I laugh at Brother Rong? Since you like it, just eat more!" Jia Qiang filled the wine for Jia Rong and shook her head.

Jia Rong picked up the cup and looked at the water and wine in the cup, feeling very emotional.

As the young master of Ningguo Mansion, he usually has many friends, but when something happened, only Jia Qiang came to see him off.

"I hate you so much, you should be put to death!" After drinking the second glass of wine, his weak body became a little drunk, and he put down the glass heavily and said.

Indeed, when Jia Zhen fell, if Jia Rong was really cruel, he could have killed You suddenly, and it would be difficult to find out anything afterwards.

"There will be no good outcome for Youshi. Now that Ningguo Mansion has been sealed, she can only wait to die in the mansion!" Jia Qiang knew something about the situation and said in a deep voice.

"Brother Qiang, I have no hope. Our lineage depends on you to rise again!" Jia Rong felt better after hearing Youshi's fate. He drank another glass of wine and said.

"Who says there is no hope? I have taken care of things along the way. The two government servants used the money. There are still five hundred taels of silver notes here. You can take it with you. When you get to the place, you can buy a good job!" Jia Qiang handed over a stack of silver. The ticket was quietly handed to Jia Rong and explained.

The reason for keeping quiet is that I don't want the two government officials to see it, so as not to make the two government officials greedy.

Although he has expressed his attitude to the two government officials, it is really hard to tell what people's hearts are like.

"Brother Qiang!" Jia Rong was moved to tears. He was no longer as confused about the future as before.

At least there is hope for the future, not a road of death.

"Master Jia, it's almost time. If it's any later, we won't be able to reach the next station before dark!" At this time, a government official reminded from a distance.

Jia Rong stood up, bowed to Jia Qiang, then turned and walked towards the Yamen servant.

Jia Qiang watched the yamen officer put the shackles on Jia Rong again, and the three figures slowly moved away.

He sighed, Jia Rong at this age did not do anything bad, and because Jia Zhen's lower body was injured, she lived in Jia Zhen's shadow every day.

If nothing happened to Jia Rong, maybe without control, Jia Rong would return to the situation in the book "A Dream of Red Mansions".

But no matter what, Jia Rong is still the elder brother in his original memory, a rare warmth in Ningguo Mansion.

A few days later, it was the day when Jia Qiang entered the palace to take charge.

Just after entering the palace gate, he was led to the East Palace.

There was no court meeting today, and Emperor Jingwen did not have any leisure time, he was still busy.

When Emperor Jingwen saw Jia Qiang's figure, he felt that sense of peace again.

It had been a month since Jia Qiang left the palace, and Emperor Jingwen's sleep had deteriorated. After seeing Jia Qiang's figure, Emperor Jingwen actually felt sleepy.

He put down the pen in his hand and thought of taking some time off. He came to the Arhat's bed and fell asleep.

Xia Shouzhong glanced at Emperor Jingwen, then at Jia Qiang who was standing guard outside the door, and had some guesses in his mind.

The last time it was Jia Qiang who was there, Emperor Jingwen had a rare lunch break. This time it was Jia Qiang who was there, and Emperor Jingwen had the idea of ​​​​resting early.

The room was very quiet. Since it was not yet noon, Jia Qiang and Guard Zhang did not move around, but insisted on standing guard.

Outside the quiet palace, an undercurrent is brewing.

The refugees who entered the capital were dispersed to various places in an orderly manner under the arrangements of some people. Fireworks flew up in the sky all over the capital, forming the shape of white lotuses in the sky.

"The white lotus comes down to earth, and all the people will stand up." The refugees who saw the white lotus fireworks all shouted excitedly.

Their emotions were extremely fanatical, hunger, exhaustion, and all the encounters on the way to escape, all turned into crazy emotions under the control of thoughtful people.

On a street in Dongcheng, where many middle and low-level officials live, tens of thousands of refugees are shouting slogans and attacking the gates on both sides of the street.

Dozens of strong men among them carried logs and broke open a gate in a few clicks, and then countless refugees entered the gate.

Men's screams and women's miserable howls came from the gate.

At this moment, everyone lost their sanity and they frantically grabbed everything they saw.

Dozens of strong men carrying logs began to hit another gate. These yards were like nuts, just waiting to break open the shell and let the refugees get the pulp inside.

Even if some people resist, in the face of hundreds of times the number of refugees, resistance is simply futile.

This is just a street. There are many streets like this, most of which are concentrated on streets where officials and wealthy businessmen gather.

The Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division received the report, but it was completely impossible for the Wucheng Soldiers and Horses Division to mobilize manpower in a short period of time.

In the Daming Palace, the Supreme Emperor looked at Commander Zhao Dafeng, the commander of the Five Cities Army and Horses, who was kneeling on the ground. Commander Zhao Dafeng used his power of direct access to the Holy Listening and entered the Daming Palace.

"Refugee riots, how many refugees are there?" The Supreme Emperor did not have much reaction to the refugee riots. He had experienced too many things in his life, which allowed him to remain calm when facing most things.

Besides, they are just a group of refugees. The Five Cities Military and Horse Division cannot suppress them, and there is also the Beijing Camp.

Different from the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division who only maintain public security on the streets, the Beijing Camp is an army with eight guards. Calculated as 5000 soldiers per guard, this is sergeants.

The most important thing is that the training in the Beijing camp is strict. Many of the sergeants are selected from various frontier armies, and their combat power is second to none in the Daqian army.

With such an army, small refugees can be defeated with just one hand.

The only question is how many refugees to kill. If you kill too many, it will affect Dagan's reputation. If you kill too few, it will damage Dagan's reputation.

"Back to the Supreme Emperor, according to the investigation, there should be 100,000 refugees!" Zhao Dafeng commanded, lowering his head and replied.

"How could one hundred thousand refugees be put into the capital?" A stern look flashed in the Emperor's eyes, and he asked in a deep voice.

Not to mention hundreds of thousands of refugees, with the control of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division over the capital, it would be difficult for even thousands of refugees to enter the city.

According to Beijing's rules, once too many refugees enter the city, the city gates will be immediately blocked and all refugees will be prohibited from entering.

The most correct way to deal with it is to establish a resettlement site outside the city, and let the government cook thin porridge to keep the refugees alive, but not give too much food to prevent the refugees from having the strength to cause trouble.

But look at the situation in Beijing. A hundred thousand refugees have entered the capital. There is definitely someone involved in this, and they are people with extremely high power.

Seeing that Zhao Dafeng was commanding, the Supreme Emperor didn't know how to respond, so he looked at Dai Quan who was standing aside.

At this moment, Dai Quan was sweating all over his body. As the intelligence chief of the Supreme Emperor, he failed to discover the problem in time on this matter, which was a huge dereliction of duty.

"Master, I have ordered people to investigate the matter of the refugees. The White Lotus Sect is hidden among them. I originally planned to follow this line of investigation and find all the White Lotus Sect's strongholds in Beijing. I didn't expect that the refugees would riot at this moment!" Dai Quan kneeled on the ground and reported.

"It's the White Lotus Sect again. They killed so many people back then, and now they're back again!" The Supreme Emperor said coldly as his murderous intent erupted from his body.

"Order the four guards in the east and west of the capital camp to immediately put out the refugee riot and kill all the refugees who participated in the riot!" He stood up and took a few steps back and forth, and finally gave the order in a deep voice.

Commander Zhao Dafeng and Dai Quan seemed to suddenly see the Supreme Emperor who personally went out to conquer the barbarians. A bloody aura emanated from the Daming Palace.

From the moment the order was given, the 20,000 sergeants of the East and West Guards left the barracks fully armed.

The sound of war drums, the sound of horse hooves, and the orderly footsteps of the army spread to all parts of the capital with the imperial palace as the center. Wherever the flag of the capital camp passed, countless refugees fell down.

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