"The boss, there are so many whistle and cavalry exchanges these two days. Is the court going to send troops again?"

Sitting on the high wooden back chair was a one-eyed man. A knife mark that pulled from his forehead to his cheek seemed to split his head in half. It was this knife that took away his eyes. Now there was only a pothole. He used the remaining eyes to scan the left and right subordinates in the hall, and said in an insult: "Have the news from the city not yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps outside, and someone shouted: "The military advisor is here!"

A scholar wearing a dirty robe with a scattered bun, but wearing a square scarf strode, holding a folding fan in his hand and holding a palm. When he saw everyone laughing before he could speak, he looked a little crazy.

Others didn't care and looked at him quietly.

"Good thing! Great thing!" The lost scholar walked to the chair on the left side of the one-eyed bandit. The boss sat down without hesitation and said, "These days when the horses were exploring, it turned out that the court wanted troops to aid Luoyang."

"What's so good about this?" The bandit disagreed and looked at his military advisor with one eye.

"It was the crown prince of the Eastern Palace who went to pacify the army. The emperor's old man named Taiwan and appointed him as a general and gave him all the emperor's ceremonies. Now there are two big flags outside the door of the outer residence of the Eastern Palace, one book to perform the way for heaven and one book to serve the emperor's snatch." The literati's face was full of joy, and after he finished speaking in one breath, his face suddenly became cold: "So I asked someone to pull the spy out and beat him up."

"Oh? Why do you want to hit him?" asked the boss.

"I'm afraid this guy has heard two stories in the teahouse and dared to come back and fool us!" The scholar said angrily: "The crown prince is a military officer, not a man who is a traitor. What is the writing of 'Practicing the Way for Heaven'!"

"That's right, we didn't even write down the grass." A leader agreed.

"Why should we write it too?" someone suggested.

"Self-picking people's teeth have been used up!" someone objected.

"What will even thieves say 'to pursue righteousness according to heaven'? We are also 'practice for heaven'?"

...

For a moment, there were many discussions in the copycat hall, but the topic had already turned to what banner to use.

"Shut up!" The one-eyed bandit shouted loudly, raised its index finger, and slowly pointed up.

Everyone followed the fingers of the boss and their eyes moved up inch by inch. When their fingers stopped, they also saw the plaque hanging high in the hall, as if it was struck by lightning. In an instant, they stopped teasing and looked solemn.

"See?" The giant man raised his arm and asked coldly three words.

Everyone lowered their heads, and they dared not be at all presumptuous.

"Loyalty, filial piety and sincerity!" The giant man paused word by word, his voice was as thunderous as thunder: "We are in the wild and loyal and filial piety. Could it be that after years of hardship, you have forgotten to supervise the army!"

Everyone's heads drooped even lower.

The giant man took a breath, turned to the sloppy military advisor, and said, "From the military advisor, what's the good news?"

"The crown prince works well with my stomach. I feel good when he wants to go to Luoyang to help the army." The military advisor did not look like a wise man at all, regardless of the cold weather. He shook off the fan and sang it hard. The folding fan was originally plain, but it was dirty and yellow. There were some wine and oil stains on it.

"No," the boss's face darkened: "I'm asking if you have any ideas."

"There is no ghost idea." The military advisor said proudly: "There is one idea to let you ghosts return to the sun."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Go and surrender to the crown prince and gain a background for yourself." The military advisor said as if he was rightfully so.

"I don't want to be born." The boss's face darkened, and the one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-eyed one-stop: "But... the supervisor still doesn't even have a posthumous title?"

The military advisor shook his head.

"You said, if we recruit an amnesty, can we change the posthumous title to the supervisor?" The boss seemed to have already had an idea and asked carefully for verification: "Didn't you say that even literati must have that to be considered in vain for the rest of your life?"

"Please resolve the affairs of the king and win the reputation of his life. Alas, alas, alas..." The military advisor was full of pain, folded his fan in his hand, and closed his palms, pounding heavily.

"What are you going to have?" the head of the family cursed: "Tell me clearly. What are your plans?"

"It's this..." The scholar with a square scarf walked over with one hand, scratched the itchy spot on his back through his clothes, and said, "In recent years, brothers have become famous in this area, and they are also looking like they are all in front of others. But if you think about it carefully, how much do we have?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was silent.

"I am just a lieutenant who supervises food and supplies under the supervisor's tent, and I'm not a talented person." The military advisor said dejectedly: "You are just a personal soldier, and the supervisor has never even said anything to you. Let alone these, it's a ball!"

After hearing the military advisor's scolding, these bandits in the mountains did not even have the courage to refute.

Because what he said is indeed true.

In this mountain, the one-eyed dragon with the most courageous strength and the unparalleled magical scholar are actually just two small people.

Real little person.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys call themselves the king.

"Come on! Who will recruit us? As soon as the official army arrived, we would wipe out the people without even a chance to argue!" The poison scholar pointed at these minions and shouted loudly.

The one-eyed dragon sighed and said, "The military advisor makes sense." He raised his head and said, "But every time you send me epilepsy, you have a pretty bad idea. Come and hear it for me."

"Idea?" The Poison Scholar sneered, grabbed the bowl of water on the table, and mumbled it down, saying, "Only one: Go."

"Travel?" The one-eyed dragon was stunned.

"What else can you do if you don't seek refuge?" The poisonous scholar shouted: "If you are a governor who has no soldiers, we can still find a way out under the banner of the commander. However, when you meet the crown prince of the Eastern Palace, you go and ask for help. Who are you? You can fight Xiaodonglou? Or do you think you are beautiful and can serve wine?" The south wind in the late Ming Dynasty and the army. Many governors and generals found a tender and tender boy to serve wine, just like a beautiful concubine.

Xiao Donglou, the one-eyed dragon leader, raised his hand and touched the scar on his eyes, feeling a burst of pain.

"Stop being bullshit!" Xiao Donglou cursed: "Can we want us if we go to the scene?"

"You are just a trance in the market. You were appreciated by the supervisor and took him into the personal military camp as a servant. Now you are re-engaged in your old job?" The military advisor laughed and scolded, "What? Can't bear to leave this family business?"

"This is the family business of Mao!" Xiao Donglou cursed back and looked at the leaders under his command. Most of these people were comrades who joined the army together. After the defeat, they gathered together to become bandits, and they usually robbed their families and raided their houses and raided the business roads. Because he was the best at fighting, he regarded him as the shopkeeper. To put it carefully, there were more brotherhood than the master and subordinates.

"The boss, military advisor. I only asked one question: What kind of person is the East Palace? Is it worth our life?" There was a leader with a bald head covered with plaster on his head, dark from head to toe, like a climbing out of a pile of carbon.

As soon as the black skin opened his mouth, the other leaders couldn't help but mutter, and they all lost confidence in the officials and men of the Ming Dynasty. If they could be a talent like a supervisor, they would be fine even if they were tragic. But if they were mediocre, it would be better to whistle the forest of Wusha and pull out their swords and eat meat when they met a fat sheep.

"Let me say that to you." The Poison Scholar supported the table with both hands, curled his legs and squatted on the chair. He tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "The palace where the prince left two months ago is located on the street of the royal palace to provide disaster relief and epidemic prevention. It's that knot."

When everyone heard of the plague, they took a breath of air conditioning, and their faces were full of horror and solemnity. These people are all from Hebei. They know that the plague is powerful and once it becomes popular, most of a village will die, and as long as it is infected, there will be no way to survive. It is very terrible.

"The prince is Taiweixing, and soon he suppressed the plague." The poisonous scholar looked as if he was taken for granted.

"This prince is a little capable and a good prince." Xiao Donglou responded perfunctorily.

"If it's just like this, I won't want to join him." The Poison Scholar snorted and said, "What do you think later? The small families in the city are not suffering from plague, but those wealthy and noble families begin to suffer from plague. Once they are killed, the whole family will die, and no one can escape."

"Is it the prince who asked the plague god to go?" Everyone was terrified and discussed.

"Go, the prince needs to have this ability. Isn't it enough to open the altar? You still need to leave the palace?" The poisonous scholar mocked: "Since then, the nobles in the city have started to donate money to the prince." He paused and asked again: "Do you understand?"

Xiao Donglou first reacted and slapped the table with a slap: "If you don't pay, you will suffer from plague. This is so fucking cruel!"

"You are like your reckless man?" The poisonous scholar glanced at Xiao Donglou and said, "If there is really a plague, who can get rid of it? In the entire capital, the prince is the only one who understands this plague. He has two groups of people under him. One group called Qingshan Doctor, who is the imperial doctor of the Imperial Hospital. The other group is the guard camp of the East Palace. Qingshan Doctor said that which family suffered from plague, the guard camp would live in which family, and no one could leave. Do you understand?"

"If you say you suffer from plague, you will suffer from plague. If you don't suffer, you will suffer even if you don't! Hahaha!" Xiao Donglou laughed loudly: "There is a master around this prince!"

"Yes, 80% are also the king who goes down the mountain!" The Poison Scholar rolled his eyes again: "From this matter, I think that this prince is really the seed of his old Zhu family! Like Taizu and Chengzu, he has a dark hand!"

"This...then...if we follow the prince, we will suffer in the future?" Heipi was stunned.

"You are worthy of it? If you want to be afraid of the emperor, you have to be named a Duke and a marquis first!" The poisonous scholar spitted on the ground and looked at Xiao Donglou: "Is it still not going, you said!"

Xiao Donglou touched the scar on his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I just want to know one thing."

"What?"

"You can even see that the prince did this. There are fools in the capital? No official impeached him?" Xiao Donglou looked at his military advisor in confusion.

"Are you in a nightmare?" The poisonous scholar said disdainfully: "That's the prince! The emperor's own son! I want to say that your wife seduces me, do you believe me or your wife? Besides, all those who died of plague were burned to ashes, without even their personal figures. You said that they had not suffered plague, but were cut by the prince. What about the certificate? Do you dare to slander the prince if you have no plague? You are afraid of being accused of having a long life?"

Xiao Donglou looked like he suddenly realized, slapped the table hard and said, "This damn prince is brave and resourceful! I have to go with him, maybe I can really earn a posthumous title for the supervisor. What do you say?"

The more than ten minion leaders below were all doing business of blood licking on the blade, and they were killed out of the dead. After hearing what the shopkeeper said, his heart was in a state of turmoil and he was talking left and right. Under the plaque of loyalty, filial piety and sincerity, there was a slight sound.

Whether to leave or stay is a question.

Because of this issue of either one or the other, the discussion became louder and louder, and finally turned into disputes and curses.

"Save a ball!" Hei Pi suddenly jumped onto the long table of willow wood, pulled out his waist knife and inserted it on the table: "I began to think that killing a few big families, grabbing money, grain, and women is more and more fed by food than being a soldier. In the past few years, I have become more and more tired of killing people! What is the name of killing people? When I followed the army to kill thieves and Jiannu, that was a hero! The boss was about to leave, so I followed. Whoever you want to stay? In the future, we will be tyrannical officials and thieves!"

"Hei Pi," Xiao Donglou stared at Hei Pi and shouted, "You donkey ball is so bad, how dare you draw your sword in front of me?"

The black skin's passion disappeared in an instant, like a wilted eggplant, he laughed at himself and climbed off the table.

"This matter," Xiao Donglou looked around the scene, "I have to tell everyone in the village that someone wants to stay, so it's OK. But each person who left was a set of iron armor and weapons. Do they see if they can defend the rest? The stuff in Erhushan has been trying to make us think of it for a day or two."

"The boss, military advisor," said a middle-aged man in front of the seat in a deep voice, "Many brothers have families. If they want to follow, would they abandon their wives and children?"

Xiao Donglou pondered for a moment and looked at the military advisor.

The military advisor frowned: "As soon as the boss leaves, most of the village cannot be defended. So, those who want to leave will go to the prince's army. Those who don't want to join the army will share the money and buy some land to live a peaceful life. In the future, the brothers will be lucky enough to die, and they will have a chance to take care of themselves when they are old."

"The military advisor is right!" Xiao Donglou slapped the table: "It's settled. Let's go out and explain it clearly to the brothers. We were originally an official army, and we were bandits of the ball! We had to stay and listen to ourselves if we wanted to leave, and there was nothing to force. Please count the people for me earlier!"

"Yes, the boss!" Everyone agreed, and took their own weapons and swarmed away.

Xiao Donglou made a move like lightning, grabbed the military advisor's wrist and pulled it gently.

Just a slight pull, the Du Shusheng was staggered and almost pulled into Xiao Donglou's arms.

"You just said that my wife seduced you, it's not true, right?" Xiao Donglou asked in a low voice.

"You guess." The poisonous scholar looked like a cunning villain, but in fact he was pinched by the iron hoop-like hand of the giant man, and his bones were hurt.

"It must be fake!" Xiao Donglou said firmly.

"Do you believe me?" asked the Poison Scholar again.

Xiao Donglou's eyes flashed with doubts and said, "Although you are just a master, your mouth is smelly... but your words are quite reliable... I'll fuck her 18th generation of ancestors! She really seduces you?"

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