Father can be an enemy to the country

"What kind of bad idea is this?" Mr. Hu said speechlessly: "Dong Weng is not worried. Before the truth comes out, you will be killed by him first?!"

"Unless I give up, Marquis Yongjia will definitely kill me." Daotong saw it clearly, but couldn't stop himself. He smiled sadly and said: "Taking a step back, even if I really want to give up, Marquis Yongjia will believe me." ?"

"No." Mr. Hu said sadly: "They are cruel and ruthless people. What they want to say is to eliminate the root cause and never cause future troubles."

"So I will definitely die." Daotong whispered: "Either die from assassination or false accusation. Which way do you think is better?"

"Nothing is good." Mr. Hu said with a sore nose: "Young man, I understand. The reason why Dong Weng sent bullets to the capital is to let him frame you, not to assassinate you."

"That's right." Daotong raised his hands and smiled: "If I die in the assassination, then my bullet will become a reminder for Marquis Yongjia, and the emperor will definitely investigate thoroughly. The only way is to give me a fatal charge. , let me become a damned sinner, and my bullets will be useless."

However, Mr. Hu couldn't laugh at all. He only felt his eyes sore for a while. He quickly turned his head and took a deep breath before asking: "Dong Weng, is there really no other way?"

"There is still a glimmer of hope." Daotong smiled and said, "I never told you that there was an opportunity when I met the saint on New Year's Day last year."

"What opportunity?" Mr. Hu asked quickly.

"When the emperor questioned me and Marquis Yongjia, His Highness the King of Chu was also present." Daotong cupped his hands toward the north and said, "After I came out, His Highness the King of Chu stopped me and told me that if I have any difficulties, I can go to the Guangzhou Municipal Government. The people in the department sent him a message."

"Oh, that's a good feeling!" Mr. Hu slapped his thigh and said happily: "Old people say, 'Old six, old six, I feel sad when I see a ghost', let alone Yongjiahou. No wonder Dong Weng firmly believes that the truth will be revealed Now it’s clear, it turns out there is this trump card!”

"It's a pity that His Highness led the army to conquer Japan." Daotong sighed: "I don't know when I will return home."

"Yeah..." Mr. Hu also suddenly remembered this, and suddenly became discouraged and said: "How can he not be in the country?"

"We are unlucky." Daotong smiled bitterly and said: "If he returns to China at this time, I might be able to survive. But there is little hope..."

"But His Highness will return to China sooner or later. I can't wait for him to come back. I can only rely on Mr. Hu." As he said this, he patted Mr. Hu's shoulder vigorously and said:

"After dawn, you send me a letter to the Shipping Department, and then leave Guangzhou. When His Highness returns to China, you show up again and tell him everything about me. I believe that Your Highness will clear my name and help me get revenge. Yes. Please sir..."

"Dong Weng..." Mr. Hu was already crying.

"It's too late to be sentimental. It's almost dawn. Go to your room and get busy." Daotong said, standing up and striding towards Mr. Hu's residence.

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Because there was no need to wait at the yamen, the county yamen was quiet the whole morning until the crisp bell rang.

They were two officers and soldiers from the express delivery shop wearing leather belts, hanging bells and holding guns, carrying raincoats and carrying wooden boxes on their backs to collect official documents.

The Ming Dynasty's post system consisted of three parts: post stations, express shops and delivery offices. The latter is specifically responsible for transporting military supplies and tributes, and is not responsible for uploading and delivering official documents. The task of delivering official documents is the responsibility of the first two.

Among them, the express delivery shop was dedicated to delivering official documents, while the post station was responsible for welcoming and sending off envoys and flying military reports. This was mainly because the post station had horses, but the express delivery shop had no horses. Therefore, the Ming court stipulated that "important matters should be given to the post office, and routine matters should be given to the post office." "Incoming delivery" means that important and urgent military affairs are handed over to the post station, and ordinary official documents and letters are delivered exclusively by the express delivery shop's workers. The two complement each other and take into account efficiency and cost.

After all, urgent military information was very rare and could only be used a few times a year. Therefore, the delivery of official documents from the Ming Dynasty was basically delivered by troops on foot. Therefore, it is called "Bu Di", and Pu Bing is also called "Puer". The so-called traffickers and pawns refer to them...

Don't look down on these horseless infantry. They have to travel three hundred miles day and night to deliver official documents. Not slow at all.

Of course, each bunker is only responsible for the ground of his own bunk, and there is one bunk every ten miles. After arriving, the bunkers from the next bunk will move forward in relay.

Speed ​​is the key to transmitting government orders. Ming Dynasty's management of express delivery stores was very strict. Documents had to be delivered to thirty stores within one day and night. Therefore, the entire express delivery system was like a tightly operated machine, uploading and delivering Ming Dynasty's official documents day and night.

Therefore, Pu Bing comes to collect official documents on time every day, and does not wait when it is late.

The leader, Pu Bing, put the official documents from the county into his partner's backpack, locked it, and the two of them left quickly.

There was a pair of bells hung on their tassels, and the bells would ring whenever they moved around. The carriages and pedestrians along the way would immediately get out of the way when they heard the bells.

The two Pu soldiers left Guangzhou City unimpeded and ran towards Shilipu.

After leaving the city, there were gradually fewer cars and horses, and few pedestrians could be seen on the road. However, there was a well-dressed man wearing a bamboo hat and holding a horse, looking under the tree.

As soon as he saw these two soldiers, the big man whistled.

The two soldiers walked over following the sound. They obviously knew each other and nodded to each other. They tacitly walked into the woods beside the road.

Then without waiting for the other party to ask questions, the leader Pu Bing said directly: "There is an official document sent to the capital."

"Take it and take a look." The big man said solemnly.

Pu Bing followed his instructions and opened his men's back box and took out a tightly sealed card box.

"You can check it out, but you can't open it, otherwise no one will be able to bear the consequences." The leader Pu Bing warned, and when the other party nodded, he handed over the card box.

The big man took it and saw that there were nine seals affixed to it. There were also seams and fire paint on the seals. All possible means were used with one purpose, not to allow anyone to take advantage of it.

"What's in it?" He weighed the weight.

"I don't know." The leader Pu Bing shook his head and said, "But based on experience, there should be a stack of paper as thick as a book inside."

The big man followed the instructions and shook the box, and sure enough he heard the sound of paper being brushed inside.

"What else can you know?" he asked again.

"In the entire Panyu County and even Guangzhou Prefecture, only Daozhi County has the right to directly report to the capital, so this must be his memorial." The leader Pu Bing said, grabbing the box and trying to take it back.

The big man's eyes flashed fiercely, he hesitated, and then let go. He took out a money bag from his arms, threw it to the other party and said, "This is for brothers to drink tea."

"Thank you, Brother Zhu." The leader Pu Bing clasped his fists, put the money bag in his arms, repacked the card box and locked it, and then left quickly with his companions.

The crisp bell rang again on the official road.

When the ringing disappeared, the big man came out of the woods, mounted his horse and galloped away.