Volume VIII 1195 The Case of the Assassination of the Horse

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Ma Xinyi was appointed as the governor of Liangjiang from the governor of Zhejiang, and this is still the backbone of Cixi's hand-picked work, and he is still very familiar with the customs and customs of the Jiangnan region.

Ma Xinyi was originally a civil official, but he was born at the wrong time, but he encountered the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and the Twist Army Rebellion, for many years he has been serving in Anhui, Zhejiang, Jiangsu and other places, and he has not done much in civil affairs, but has assisted in suppressing bandits.

The time of suppressing bandits was painful to look back, and Ma Xinyi, who was sitting on horseback, recalled the past scenes and was really endlessly embarrassed.

Fortunately, the war finally subsided, and the defeat of Long Mao and the Twist Army brought the civilian officials back to the foreground, which gave Ma Xinyi a stage to show her strength again.

Recalling the court's earnest entrustment to herself and the Queen Mother's earnest teachings, Ma Xinyi had a warm current surging in her heart, looking up at Jiangning City, Ma Xinyi was secretly ruthless in her heart.

"Brother Zeng, you bloody Tianjing City caused countless killings, and when you turned around, the Heavenly Kingdom Sacred Treasury disappeared mysteriously, do you think the imperial court will ignore it? Zeng Guoquan, I can guess that you are the mastermind behind the scenes, the disappearance of the Heavenly Kingdom Sacred Treasury is absolutely inseparable from you, you wait for me to dig out your secret!"

"Zeng Guofan, Zeng Guofan, you are finally willing to go north, but you still can't be the king of Jiangnan in the end...... I heard that you can't stop coughing every night? Hehe, the king of Jinling has already exhausted his anger, and you still want to be trapped here?"

Ma Xinyi had just arrived from Changzhou, and thinking back to the tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land he had swallowed for the imperial court in Changzhou, the heart of the soon-to-be-appointed governor of Liangjiang couldn't help but beat wildly.

The Taihu Lake basin has been the land of fish and rice since ancient times, and after hundreds of years of commercial development, the fields have long been pushed into the most profitable industry by the market.

There are so many tea mountains, so many mulberry forests, and the annual output of money is not more than one million, if you put it in ordinary times, these fields are the Yongye fields of the people's families, which will not be sold if they are killed, but this Nanpiao crisis gave Ma Xinyi the best opportunity to eat.

Ma Xinyi is now waiting for Zeng Guofan to lift his ass and leave, when the time comes, he will be the rightful king of Jiangnan, and turn around and hand over these fertile fields to the Internal Affairs Office, and the queen mother and the prince will not reward themselves?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh, this is really the same force of heaven and earth, who would have thought that Zeng Guofan would come to such a southern ticket crisis before leaving.

You don't have to bear any responsibilities at all, you can pick up credit for nothing, and you can make a fortune by the way, it's really the green smoke from the ancestral tomb!

Ma Xinyi was in a hurry, he knew that this meeting should be the last time Zeng Guofan arranged government affairs in Jiangnan, he always had to give an explanation to the Hunan army, and he had to have a future instruction, such an important meeting must not be missed.

"Rack...... Hurry up, you must see the commander in half an hour...... "The cavalry galloped like a dragon on the official road, frightening passers-by to avoid it.

There are often many grass markets on the official road leading to Jiangning City to provide services for passers-by, and there are several simple tea sheds and wine shops on the way where there are no shops in front of the village.

There are too many nameless grass markets, and Ma Xinyi's identity naturally doesn't care about the places where these untouchables settle, and in his eyes, there is only Jiangning's Marshal Mansion now.

But just as he passed by a nameless grass market, an accident suddenly happened.

There is a dilapidated straw hut wine shop next to the official road, and there are several broken tables of eight immortals at the door, where pedestrians drink some bitter tea and rub their sore legs to rest their strength.

And today, next to the table closest to the official road, there is a big man who is very unreasonable and occupies the entire table, and three of the rice wine in the half-catty jar have been drunk, and the remaining fourth is almost bottoming out.

A fat chicken was eaten cleanly, only a few bones and chicken butts were left, and half a plate of fennel beans was scattered all over the table, which seemed to be the common wine putty in taverns on weekdays.

However, no one noticed that the more he drank, the more the essence in the eyes of the big man became, he lay on the table and pretended to be dizzy, but the corner of his eye stared at the official road.

When Ma Xinyi's cavalry team arrived, the corners of the big man's mouth curled up and he sneered, "Is it finally here?"

With a bang, the big man got up, picked up an empty wine jar with both hands, and threw it over like a cannonball with his arms.

Ma Xinyi was in the middle of the horse team, there were a total of six soldiers in front of him to protect him, and there were eight soldiers behind him, a fierce soldier full of eight banners, these arrogant Eight Banners disciples didn't expect that someone here would dare to attack them.

There was a muffled bang, and the wine jar smashed on the front door of the first two flag bearers, and the blood splashed and suddenly fell off the horse, and the big man who pretended to be drunk yelled, "Dog thief Ma Xinyi!

Zhang Wenxiang is a typical bandit, a single man actually rushed up against a galloping war horse, only to see him holding a sharp knife in each hand, staring at the panicked Ma Xinyi with his eyes, and his steps were not chaotic at all.

Just as the war horse was about to crash into him, he saw the assassin rush to the side of the road with a head overturned and stabbed diagonally, and the sharp knife in his hand dragged the war horse's belly open, and the internal organs flowed to the ground.

The smell of blood rose to the sky, and the knight fell to the ground with bones that he didn't know how many were broken.

It was only at this time that the people of the grass market understood what was happening, and the timid and fearful people screamed and fled in all directions, and Ping Pong smashed countless coarse porcelain bowls.

"Stop him! Stop the assassin!" Ma Xinyi's face turned white with fright, and her hands kept shaking like a sheep's horn.

He really overestimated the strength of these soldiers, because he didn't believe in the soldiers sent by the Hunan army, Ma Xinyi's trip was from the banner people transferred from the city, after all, he held the secret order of the queen mother and the prince in his hand, so it was reasonable to call the eight banners.

It's a pity that he only thought about the question of credibility, and he didn't think about whether this group of uncles and ancestors had combat effectiveness.

At the moment of life and death, the pampered people will only scream, while the bandits will raise their knives and take their lives. I saw Zhang Wenxiang's figure flying under the horse's hooves like a ghost, and the one used to lie on the knife in the south was called beautiful.

Often from the bottom to the top at an incredible angle to the neck of the horse, and then taking advantage of the knight's fall, another knife is forward, and the knife is right in the middle of the point.

"Hahaha...... Dog officer! You have found such a group of cowardly soft eggs as guards, and you deserve to die! If this group of big smoke soldiers can protect you, I will write it backwards!"

In Zhang Wenxiang's taunt, the four knights had already died under the sword, and the remaining Eight Banners soldiers did not advance but retreated, and their frightened faces turned white.

At that moment, they actually isolated Ma Xinyi in front of him, leaving him facing the assassin who rushed up frantically.

"Save me! Someone save me! Stop him......" Ma Xinyi, who was terrified, wanted to run, but his hands and feet didn't obey the call at all, and he watched a blood-stained sharp knife stabbing straight into his chest.