Reborn Ming Dynasty as Emperor

Chapter 187
Yuan Chonghuan sat backwards on the beautifully carved rose chair, with a complicated expression on his face.

Yuan Chonghuan did not expect that His Majesty had already prepared a countermeasure before sending him to North Korea, so that he did not know that most of the officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp he brought to North Korea were undercover agents of Jin Yiwei.

The point is, these Jin Yiwei's undercover agents have always been trusted by him as his confidants.

For the first time, he found himself so stupid, and also realized for the first time that the king in the Forbidden City was not as simple as he imagined.

Yuan Chonghuan couldn't help showing a wry smile, and took the initiative to put the black gauze hat on his head on the desk. The piece of clear white jade in front of the brim of the hat was shining brightly under the sunlight.

"Take it!"

Shen Lian ordered again.

The two Jinyiwei standing in front walked towards Yuan Chonghuan, raised Yuan Chonghuan's left and right arms and pulled them outward.

At this time, Yuan Chonghuan didn't make any resistance, and kept silent all the time. No one knew what he was thinking.

The evening breeze was a bit chilly, Shen Lian, who was wearing a flying fish suit, put on a cloak for himself, and then nodded towards Yijin Yiwei.

The Jin Yiwei immediately clapped his hands, and suddenly, he saw a prison car driving over.

The prison cart is very high, and the pillars that form it are all covered with a layer of iron sheet. The shadow on the ground is like an iron cage, which makes people shudder at a glance.

Yuan Chonghuan walked in consciously, and as soon as his head passed through the round hole on the top, a guard in Jin Yi grabbed his neck with a shackle.

At this time, Wu Jin also came out, took a look at Yuan Chonghuan, and asked Shen Lian: "I will leave this to you. Although you and I are Jinyiwei and Dongchang, we are all royalists and swear allegiance to Your Majesty to the death. So my dear friend, I have to advise you, don’t imitate this master.”

"Your Majesty understands," Shen Lian replied, and took out another order from his bosom: "Your Majesty has ordered me to be Qinghe's chief army officer and North Korea's envoy. From now on, I will control Yuan's soldiers and horses. do you understand?"

"understand!"

More than a dozen guards in armor uniforms responded in unison.

But here, Wu Jin walked towards Yuan Chonghuan's prison car and shouted: "Your Majesty ordered that Yuan Chonghuan be escorted immediately to the court for a hearing, without going to Beijing!"

The moonlight was like water, and the vast plain seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver frost. Under the silent blue sky, except for the gurgling of the just thawed Taizi River, there was no sound around.

On the contrary, the sound of the creaking prison car moving forward was extremely ear-piercing, which made Yuan Chonghuan very upset.

However, at this moment, the Liangdong Factory fan who was leading the way on horseback in front suddenly drew out his knife: "Da stall, someone is coming!"

"Don't panic. It's in the wilderness, and it's near the Taizi River. Tartars won't come here. Even ordinary rogues don't care. He doesn't have the guts to provoke our Dongchang people."

Wu Jin said, and immediately jumped up to the treetops like a ghost, then snapped his fingers and said, "Keep going, the ones coming ahead are our own people."

The two brocade guards leading the way in front breathed a sigh of relief.

And at this time, two cavalrymen with red tassels on hairpins and mandarin duck battle robes appeared in front of them: "Dare to ask, the people in front are from Dongchang. We are the soldiers of General Mao of Dongjiang Town."

"Exactly! I am Wu Jin, the head of the East Factory, who was ordered by the emperor. I have long admired the reputation of your general soldier Mao. We are here to handle the case this time. I have to trouble you to take care of us and escort us out of the customs safely. Presumably your general soldier Your Excellency has received His Majesty's will."

When Wu Jin shouted, he saw a burly and burly man appearing in front of him. He dismounted and walked towards Wu Jin. He knelt down on one knee and said, "Mao Wenlong, the chief soldier of Dongjiang Town, see you!" If you dare to ask, is your Majesty still safe?"

Wu Jin originally thought that although Mao Wenlong was a martial artist, he should be a vulgar and reckless first-class man who didn't know the rules, but he didn't expect that this man would not regard himself as a feudal official, but respectfully saluted himself, even He also took the initiative to greet His Majesty.

Looking at Yuan Chonghuan who was still looking up at the sky in the prison car, and thinking that Yuan Chonghuan had never asked His Majesty a word from the beginning to the end, Wu Jin naturally liked Mao Wenlong a little more, and hurriedly helped him up : "Chairman Mao, please, everything is fine, Your Majesty."

Mao Wenlong kept saying "That's good" a few times, and kept his posture very low. When he saw Yuan Chonghuan standing in the prison car, he couldn't help being taken aback, and asked in amazement: "Dare to ask the superior, Your Majesty said that the felon who was arrested is this one." Is this Yuan Chonghuan Yuan Zheng envoy?"

"Exactly, this person disobeyed the Holy Majesty's will, belittled himself, even met the traitor Fan Wencheng privately, and was ordered by His Majesty to escort him back."

When Wu Jin said this, Mao Wenlong knelt down on one knee to Wu Jin again: "Sir, please allow me to take the liberty. Daming has made great contributions to His Majesty, Your Majesty, please think twice, don't kill the general without authorization!"

Seeing this, Wu Jin couldn't help but smiled wryly, and asked: "General Mao came here tonight at the invitation of Yuan Chonghuan to host a banquet, and the reason was to thank you for saving Yuan Chonghuan when he was surrounded by the Abata tribe of Tartars last time." Grace?"

Mao Wenlong looked at Wu Jin in astonishment. He didn't expect Dongchang to know this, so he nodded and said, "It's for this purpose."

"Then I'm afraid that Chairman Mao doesn't know that Yuan Chonghuan, the censor of the capital and the official of the Joseon Dynasty, has already ambushed the swordsman around the banquet, waiting for you to hack you to death when you go to the banquet?"

Wu Jin asked such a question, but Mao Wenlong took a few steps back with a look of astonishment, and looked at Yuan Chonghuan.

"That's right, what he said is true," Yuan Chonghuan said and sighed, "Your Majesty! Why do you use a warrior instead of me!"

It took Mao Wenlong a long time to come back to his senses, and then he knelt down in the direction of the south and kowtowed his head.

Seeing this, Wu Jin couldn't help asking: "What is Chairman Mao doing?"

"The superiors don't know, but the subordinates know that although they are not big treacherous people, they have done a lot of immoral things since the town of Dongjiang was opened. If this Yuan Yushi kills me, I, Mao, will never feel wronged at all, but Mao did not expect that His Majesty, who has never met, would forgive Mao so much. Such a great kindness can never be repaid by Mao. Today, Mao I swear here that no matter what His Majesty wants to kill or cut, Mao will never say anything, as long as Mao stays in Dongjiang Town, he will serve Daming for a day!"

After Mao Wenlong finished speaking righteously, Wu Jin just smiled, and after a few words of encouragement for Zhu Youxiao, he still escorted Yuan Chonghuan to the south.

And Mao Wenlong's department also immediately dispatched elite escorts along the way.

Looking at Mao Wenlong, who was talking and laughing happily with Wu Jin, the head of the East Factory, outside the prison car, and looking at this world where his ambitions were displayed, Yuan Chonghuan couldn't help but shed tears, clenched his fists tightly, and thought of Fan Wencheng that day. What you say to yourself, it is better to choose a good master and follow it than to work for a foolish king.

But it was too late now, and Yuan Chonghuan really couldn't bow his head to a barbarian Tartar like Fan Wencheng did.

(End of this chapter)