"No, I absolutely believe in Miyamoto's loyalty." Watanabe waved his hand and explained: "I asked this, just confirm it. If the matter is true, you should know Yang Tianfeng very well and the conclusion you came to is also correct."

"Yang Tianfeng, when he was studying in Tokyo, was very eager for the power of the empire. Although he was a little dandy, he was still stronger than those who only wanted to rely on the rule of the empire to obtain their own interests. In addition, they told you about Captain Yang Tianfeng's marriage to college students, right?" Miyamoto asked first, and after receiving Watanabe's affirmative answer, he sneered: "You can't be fooled by the Chinese people!"

"What does it mean? Miyamoto-kun." Watanabe asked in confusion while sitting on the swivel chair.

Miyamoto's face showed a contemptuous smile and said, "This is the bad habit of the Chinese people. They like to fight in their nests. There are three major families in the county, namely the Yang family, the Wang family and the Yan family. They have always fought openly and secretly and refused to give in to each other. Therefore, the Imperial Army gave the Wang family the positions of county magistrate, the Yan family, and the Yang family's chief security commander respectively. Why? They were to restrain each other and rely on the Imperial Army. They would rush to compete for favor with the Imperial Army and strive to serve the Imperial Army. This is called balance in the ancient China. If the family dominates, he will be lazy and will think about blinding the Imperial Army."

Watanabe nodded and said suddenly: "Wang Jinqing said bad things about Yang Tianfeng because he wanted to use the imperial army's hands to teach a lesson or weaken the Yang family's power."

"In Chinese military tactics, this is called killing people with a knife. In fact, Yang Tianfeng explained everything to me today, and it is not a big deal." Miyamoto couldn't help but show off his profound knowledge, and he did have this capital in front of Watanabe.

"Baga, I want to teach Wang Jinqing a lesson." Watanabe was very angry that he was being used by the Chinese.

"No, no, no." Miyamoto shook his head and said slowly: "Watanabe, you should give Yang Tianfeng a warning, at least it should be verbal. Although Yang Tianfeng's background is very important and trusted by the Imperial Army. But it is still necessary to hit it. Then, you tell Wang Jinqing the result. In this way, Yang Tianfeng will be more honest, and Wang Jinqing will work harder to monitor other people's actions, which can save a lot of energy from the Imperial Army."

Watanabe thought about it carefully and a smile appeared on his face, "Yoxi, letting the Chinese people monitor each other and work harder to serve the Imperial Army's holy war. Miyamoto, you are worthy of being the Chinese master. Come on, let's have a drink."

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More than 40 miles southeast of the county town, there is a big town. Because the Wo River flows through here, the town is named Qulong Town. The Yang family has been in business for decades and is deeply rooted. The Yang family's house is naturally well built with extraordinary momentum.

The moon gradually rose, and the vast earth was bathed in a bright and soft silver light, quiet and deep. The moonlight flowed quietly in the Yang family's courtyard, but it gave people a different feeling. Although there were festive red gauze lanterns in the courtyard, a group of sound instruments had just finished blowing and blowing, and the wine and fishy fish were still floating in the air. But the moonlight seemed to be separated from the whole and existed alone, pale and cold.

Yang Tianfeng didn't think so. He just felt that everything was beautiful and beautiful around him. Even the stone lion at the door was laughing at him. The maids and servants on the road were so cute. When people were happy, they sent away the last few guests and walked towards the new house swayingly.

His eyes shook the bride's beautiful face, bright big eyes, white melon-shaped face, playful and elegant, and two thin and small lips that were not without dignity...

The alcoholic spirit and the fantasy in his mind made Yang Tianfeng stir up garlic and almost fell down. Hu Zi, a loyal servant and playmate who had been close to him, reached out to support him and whispered: "Young Master, be careful!"

Haha, Yang Tianfeng smiled foolishly, pointed at Hu Zi and said, "Hu Zi, you are not bad. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I will marry you. Women, women's taste is good, very good."

Hu Zi smiled honestly, half-held Yang Tianfeng to the door of the new house, and reminded him: "Young Master, you are here."

"It's here." Yang Tianfeng broke away from Hu Zi's hand, smiled and pushed the door, and said, "Enter the bridal chamber, enter the bridal chamber."

Hu Zi didn't move for the time being, watching Yang Tianfeng enter the new house, and then several maids kept saying Xi back. He couldn't help but look up at the moon in the sky and sighed softly. It was really not right for the young master to do this. It seemed similar to the forced robbery of a girl in the storytelling, but the female student had the title of a third concubine. However, after marrying into the Yang family, she would be silk and satin, and delicacies from mountains and seas, which was a happy day.

With a bang, something was falling in the new house. As the light and shadows were shaking, there was also a woman's scolding sound. Hu Zi couldn't help but frown. Then, it was the young master's scream. Hu Zi was shocked and rushed towards the door.

The door was bolted from the inside, Hu Zi became anxious, took a few steps back, rushed forward, and kicked the door open with a bang. The red candle in the new house was shaken, the chair was overturned to the ground, and the bride in a big red wedding dress stood in a corner of the room, holding a candlestick in a daze. Following her fearful and angry gaze, Hu Zi saw the young master, and Yang Tianfeng lay motionlessly on the ground, his head and face were covered with blood.

"Young Master, Young Master." Hu Zi walked over and reached out to find out what Yang Tianfeng was doing.

With a clang, the bride threw down the candlestick in her hand, gritted her silver teeth, and lowered her body, and knocked her head to a corner of the heavy agarwood table beside the wall.

Hu Zi subconsciously reached out and pushed it. The bride's head still hit the wooden table, and with a moan, she fell softly to the ground. Blood flowed down her forehead. Under the swaying candlelight, her pale and handsome face and bright red blood seemed particularly heart-shaking...

The sun shines in through the gaps in the curtains, and you can hear the melodious singing of the birds outside.

Yang Tianfeng, Oh, this Yang Tianfeng is no longer the other Yang Tianfeng. He slowly opened his eyes wide, slowly turned his head, and observed the decorations in the house.

There are two tendrils on the wall, black and shiny, with a large incense table of hardwood more than one meter long, and a fine porcelain vase about half a person high, and two ancient peacock feather fans with open-screen styles. In the middle is the god of wealth, and there are two shrines on both sides. On the left is the big-bellied Maitreya Buddha, and on the right is the Guanyin Bodhisattva. Brocade curtains with red bottom and yellow ears hung on the glass window, and tobacco and wine utensils with painted gold flowers are placed at the head of the bed.
Chapter completed!