The next day, Lin Cong'er sat in a small restaurant on the side of the road for dinner.

Just now, gongs and drums were beating in the distance, and everyone rushed over. Someone excitedly said, "Look, it's the emperor's team who has returned to the capital!"

"This is a good emperor, our family has land!" said a commoner wearing gray coarse cloth: "Do you know that the Zhao Si family was originally a military household for generations. This time, the imperial court investigated the military camps of the garrison, and not only got rid of the hereditary, but also got a cow!"

"The government said that as long as you have been farming in the garrison for two years, this cow will be given to his family!"

Another fat man carrying a shoulder pole obviously didn't believe it, "It's true or false, that's a cow. It's not enough to divide the fields. Do you want to send the cow?"

The people in the coarse cloth clothes said, "Is this a big deal? The court now attaches importance to the garage center. Have you ever seen the emperor come down directly?"

"The military households are no longer hereditary. Now I go to the garrison of my hometown to register as a military household. I also have the treatment of the family members of the officers and soldiers. Not only do I share the cattle, but I directly give seeds and farm tools, and I will reduce and exempt land tax for three years!"

Hearing the two chatting, a passerby in Shandong was very unbelievable and hurriedly walked over and asked, "What you said is true?"

"It's true that I can testify!" A military clerk from Xi'an guard came over. At this time, he had already replaced his new cotton jacket with a new hair, and his whole body was in a different spirit.

He said: "My son served in the Xi'an Guards and did not participate in the chaos. He also stayed through screening. Now our whole family can enjoy the treatment of the officers and soldiers. Look at the clothes, the court has white hair and doesn't want us a single copper coin!"

"I envy you so much!" The man from Shandong looked so angry, "I just don't know when this good policy will come to our Shandong?"

The people in the coarse cloth clothes comforted and said, "It's so fast, the court is now taking serious action. The garrison troops of hundreds of thousands of garrisons can even see that even the common people."

"First it's Jifu, then Shanxi, now it's our Shaanxi, and we will soon arrive in your Shandong!"

The man from Shandong nodded, full of expectations.

Lin Cong'er ate the last steamed bun in his hand. When he heard this, he suddenly became messy around, but soon became quiet again.

Several accompanying tik horsemen ran past, shouting, "Your Majesty is here, let the road be opened!"

"Your Majesty arrives and kneels on both sides to greet you!"

Without even saying anything, the crowd around him knelt down.

At this time, Lin Cong'er saw a young man wearing bright yellow armor taking the lead and leading the Yongwei Camp to pass by the official road.

Beside him was Chen Ce in black armor, and behind him was the endless army of the Yongwei camp, with neatly arranged and the footsteps seemed uniform.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live your Majesty!"

No one deliberately organized anything, and the people around them spontaneously shouted.

Lin Cong'er picked up the dagger on her calf, looked at the faint bloodstains on it, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. The loneliness and arrogance dissipated at this moment, which belongs only to her.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao, who was riding on a tall horse, seemed to feel something. He turned his head and looked at a small restaurant behind him, but he didn't see anything.

Zhu Youxiao turned his head and continued to accept the mountain call from the people around him.

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When the emperor travels, the factory guards must first arrive and control the surrounding areas. Many Dongchang men have already penetrated into the nearby areas for several miles in advance, in order to protect the emperor's safety.

Lin Cong'er rode his horse and sat down. She suddenly let out a cry of sorrow. Her eyes tightened, she flew up and landed steadily on the ground.

Then, a knife pointed to her waist.

One person said sinisterly: "Lin Cong'er, you betrayed this sect and are already a sinner in the world. Now even the factory guards have removed you from the list. What else can I say?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Lin Cong'er knew that it was the special envoy Wang Sen.

In the second year of Tianqi, there was a major earthquake in five provinces in the Central Plains. Shandong was the center of the earthquake, and it was severely damaged. Half of the imperial government destroyed the government office. The special envoy Wang Sen and Shandong Xiangtan Master Xu Hongru led the White Lotus Sect to plan a rebellion.

However, because the Dongchang was inscribed inside, the news leaked and he was forced to rebel in advance and a hasty rebellion was launched.

Subsequently, Emperor Tianqi appointed Yang Zhaoji as the general of Shandong and led his troops to suppress the rebellion.

The main force of the rebels was nothing more than the White Lotus Sect and the bewitched refugees. Their combat effectiveness was not as good as that of the imperial army. In addition, Wen Tiren and Yang Sichang were in Shandong to provide disaster relief and implement benevolent governments, and people's hearts quickly stabilized.

The White Lotus Sect lost its source of troops and was defeated by the official army several times. It was finally pacified by Yang Zhaoji within three months.

Xu Hongru died in the chaos army, but Wang Sen, the special envoy of the White Lotus Sect, escaped and began to actively plan and lead the White Lotus Sect's rebellion in Shaanxi.

When Lin Cong'er found out that it was this person, she didn't have any fear. She said coldly: "Wang Sen, do you dare to come back?"

"If my master's wife hadn't passed away, you would have been killed by the White Lotus Sect because of the trouble you caused in Shandong."

Upon hearing this, Wang Sen laughed and said, "People from the White Lotus Sect? Little bitch, don't think that if the court wipes your name, you can keep it alone."

"You have been a member of our White Lotus Sect for the rest of your life, and now you are the traitor of the apostate!"

Lin Cong'er smiled coldly and slowly touched her hand to her calf. At this moment, there were sounds of horse hooves around her and a burst of dust smoke rolled up.

Several Jinyiwei Ti came on horseback riding horses. The leader was wearing flying fish suits and embroidered spring swords. He was Yang Huan, one of the four most famous families in the Fushishi Department of the Northern Town.

Yang Huan ordered the Tiqi to surround the two of them, and then slowly pulled out the Xiuchun Sword and sneered: "Wang Sen, make it easy for me to find."

"I've found out that Shandong Bailian Sect's rebellion was encouraged by someone else. I have been following your traces, but I didn't expect to meet you here."

"You can't escape today!"

Wang Sen pressed the tip of the knife tightly against Lin Cong'er, his eyes flustered, and shouted: "Don't come over, this woman, is your emperor's old lover!"

"If you dare to come, I will kill her!"

Yang Huan was stunned, then looked at Lin Cong'er carefully, and then asked the Jinyiwei Baihu on both sides, and then he understood the whole story.

However, his expression did not change much. He gently stroked the Xiuchun Knife with one hand and murmured: "Do you know what this is?"

"This is the imperial embroidered spring sword, there are only five in the world!"

"In addition to us, there are people from the East Factory everywhere, as well as people from the government and inspectors. I want to use you to make a fucking dick."

"Do you really think you can run away?" Yang Huan's eyes signaled the Jinyiwei to slowly surround him, his face covered with clouds, "Kill her, I will make you worse than death."

"If you let her go, I will make you die more quickly. You should know the methods of our Beizhen Fushi."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Sen was hesitating, and the next moment he actually widened his eyes and fell down in disbelief.

Lin Cong'er wiped the blood from the dagger, then put it back on his calf, looked at Yang Huan, then turned over and left without any nostalgia.

Jinyiwei Baihu said: "Master Qianhu, this girl is not simple."

Yang Huan's face is even more gloomy than when he faced Wang Sen just now. He looked at Wang Sen, the special envoy of the White Lotus Sect, who had no breath under his feet, and suddenly laughed:

"Can it be simple to make the woman His Majesty like?"
Chapter completed!