After finishing speaking, Zhu Biao raised his head and looked at the old man silently, only to see that the old man had already picked up the memorial and started reading it again.

Frowning, Zhu Biao finally had no choice but to shake his head and sigh. He returned to his seat and glanced at the memorial in front of him, but he still had no intention of it.

Then he turned to look at Sun Gou'er.

"Sun Banban, please go and ask Xie Jin to enter the palace."

Sun Gou'er nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face: "I obey, my slave."

……

To the west of Yingtian City, the land is endless and flat.

A few scattered streets are scattered towards the north of the city, while to the south are large tracts of camps and rice fields mixed in between the camps.

The martial arts hall is located at the foot of Jing'er Mountain on the south side of Xiaomenkou Street. Both the north and south of the mountain are the military camps stationed in the capital.

To the southwest are Gupingsong and Ma'anshan.

Although it is not one of the many beautiful places in Yingtian, the location is actually quite good.

The imperial court placed the martial arts hall here, which can be regarded as a serious matter.

However, at this moment, the martial arts hall located at the foot of Jing'er Mountain was already surrounded by officers and soldiers from the two major camps in the north and south.

In the martial arts lecture hall among the officers and soldiers, there were continuous noises, sounds of fighting, and sounds of fighting.

The courtyard wall on the side of Xiaomenkou Street was knocked down by something unknown. From the outside, you can see those inside who had been beaten to death and were in ragged clothes. They were still charging towards their opponents without fear of death.

Wutang students.

And just outside the inverted wall, sitting or standing on the roadside were a row of distinguished veterans of the Ming Army.

The martial arts students did not take a step beyond the inverted wall, and the veterans who came out from it did not even take a step closer to the inverted wall.

In the end, all they could do was make the generals who led troops from the camp to surround the martial arts hall look ugly, and they could only pray in their hearts that these martial students could retain their last bit of sanity.

Even if you kill someone, don’t fucking run out of the martial arts hall.

"Fuck these bastards!"

"Ouch..."

Outside the wall, among the veterans, Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan who had just returned to Beijing from Jiaozhi Road this year, covered his face with his hands, first cursed and roared, and then bared his teeth and screamed.

Under his palm, the corners of his eyes were still purple, and his cheeks were slightly red and swollen.

The robe he was wearing was also a little messy, and one of his boots had gone somewhere.

Around him, the other veterans are almost similar, but all of them can still show their faces.

Hearing Cao Zhen's howl, the veterans looked over with a strange look on their faces.

Cao Zhen's face turned red and he looked angrily into the fallen wall: "You damn bastard, you really dare to do something evil! Don't let me find you, I will throw you to Changhua County to mine!"

Zhang Wen, the Marquis of Huining, who was sitting next to him, bumped into Cao Zhen with his shoulder and said, "Forget it, my waist is numb now. These bastards really know how to pick places to do evil."

Cao Zhen said with a straight face: "I was slapped in the face!"

On the other side, Dongguan Bo He Rong raised his eyebrows and said, "Both my boots and footwear are missing. If I hadn't run so fast, my pants would have been stripped off."

Cao Zhen's face was gloomy: "I was slapped in the face..."

Huixian Bosang, who was separated by two people, gave a hum, nodded, and affirmed in a pertinent and dignified manner: "You have been slapped in the face."

"Fuck it!"

……

"Zhan Shangshu, are there no political matters in the DPRK that need to be dealt with? I'm sorry to thank you for your kindness."

On Sanpailou Street leading to Xiaomenkou Street, Tang Li, the governor of the Chinese Military Governor's Office, looked sideways at Zhan Hui, who was sitting on a sedan chair on Dama Street, and said lightly.

Zhan Hui looked back at his colleagues from various ministries and yamen who were sitting on sedan chairs behind him, smiled slightly, and looked at Wei Guogong Xu Huizu and other meritorious generals of the Fifth Army Governor's Office who were walking with Tang Li.

"Doctor Tang knows about our official department, and how much political affairs does the Inspectorate have?"

Tang Li's face condensed slightly and he snorted coldly: "I heard that the martial arts students in the Jiangwu Hall are practicing in actual combat today. If Zhan Shangshu wants to go there, be careful not to be affected."

Following Zhan Hui in the sedan chair was Ren Hengtai, the Minister of Rites. After hearing this, he immediately said: "Captain Tang, this martial arts hall has been established for several years. It is rare to have actual combat training today. I would like to go there."

Take a look."

"Ahem."

Just as the two sides were confronting each other and ridiculing each other, a light cough came from the side.

Everyone looked sideways.

I saw Wei Guogong Xu Huizu sitting on a rare horse, looking calmly at the martial arts hall that had appeared in front of him, and said calmly: "The Jin Yiwei has already reported the news to the great grandson. I think your highness will bring it with him soon."

People are coming."

After saying this, Xu Huizu ignored the fight between these people and lightly whipped the whip in his hand. The beautiful horse from the Western Regions raised its front hooves and began to speed towards the Lecture Hall.

Tang Li, Zhan Hui and others looked at each other in disgust, silently turning their heads.

At this moment, behind Sanpailou Street, there was a sudden sound of horse hooves.

Everyone turned around.

Then I saw groups of Jin Yiwei with swords riding on horses to clear the way ahead, followed by a larger number of Jin Yiwei officers and soldiers.

With just one glance, Tang Li, Zhan Hui and others saw the emperor's grandson in the team.

The officials and military officers walking in front of Sanpailou Street immediately gave way to the middle road and retreated to both sides.

"I see you, the Emperor's grandson."

On the street, officials greeted him in unison.

Zhu Yunxi was sitting on horseback, and he just glanced at the officials and generals who were rushing ahead, turning a deaf ear, and followed the team of Jin Yiwei through the crowd and went straight to the martial arts lecture hall.

The Jin Yiwei will arrive in an instant.

In a short while, the officers and soldiers who had surrounded the martial arts hall had already passed through and reached the innermost part.

The arrival of Jin Yiwei was unexpected and expected by everyone.

"I see His Highness Taisun."

Before the wall fell, the veterans bowed and saluted Zhu Yunxi as he dismounted.

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and said with a smile: "Excuse me."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking and chose a good place to look at the martial arts students from the Jiangwu Hall who were still fighting in groups behind the fallen wall.

Sun Cheng, who was rushing over with guards in royal robes, glanced at Taisun's face and immediately waved his hand.

In full view.

At this moment, there were thousands of Jinyiwei officers and soldiers surrounding the martial arts hall. Following Sun Cheng's order, they actually moved ladders one after another and set them up on the wall of the martial arts hall.

Afterwards, these Jin Yiwei climbed onto the courtyard wall using their hands and feet, and then turned around to pull their companions behind them onto the courtyard wall.

Nearby, those Jinyi guards climbed directly to the roof and stood on the ridge, watching the silent group fight in the martial arts hall.

Not one of the Jin Yiwei stepped onto the ground of the Lecture Hall. They all surrounded the surrounding walls and roofs. They didn't say a word, didn't make any repressive moves, and just watched quietly.

This kind of movement naturally quickly attracted the attention of the martial arts students who had been beaten into pieces in the martial arts hall.

"Jinyiwei is here."

Already holding a leather boot exuding the stench of salted fish in his hand, the rear army commander silently bumped into his companion and winked at the wall of the courtyard beside him.

"They won't come in? What does this mean?"

"You need to keep your hands clean. Don't touch your eyes, waist, and skin."

"You guys, keep your moves clean."

On the other side, several military students who were directly involved in the military guards also retreated to the side while fighting.

"It's the people from Jin Yiwei who are here."

"Why don't these people come in and help us with these fucking rear army?"

"They will definitely not come down. Let's keep the people from the Chinese Army. These people are the most damn evil!"

Therefore, Jin Yiwei's indifferent behavior finally only made these martial arts students who had been fighting for a long time put away their evil hands, but the group fight showed no sign of stopping.

Outside the wall.

Although the veterans look calm on their faces, they are already anxious in their hearts.

Especially after Zhan Hui and his gang of old court officials arrived, all the veterans felt their faces burning.

Cao Zhen, the queen of Jinchuan who suffered the most, was the most angry.

Even though his grandson was right in front of him, he turned a blind eye to what was going on in the martial arts hall.
Chapter completed!