Chapter 330: A Good Man Should Die in the Border Wilderness, Wrapped in Horsehide and Buried!

"Is there really someone who will talk nonsense on the day the Duntai Yuanhou return home? Don't they want their heads anymore?" Wang Qian crawled out of the snow pile, horrified.

Wang Qian really couldn't understand what kind of person could do such a rebellious thing under the current public opinion of enriching the country and strengthening the army. Even Wang Qian could only give a thumbs up to the Duntai Yuanhou and fiercely praise them as "awesome."

It was truly awesome.

In a place like the grassland, spreading out to collect intelligence without knowing the place, who knows if they can come back? White-haired wind, birds and beasts, horse bandits, Hu captives, and diseases—dying on the grassland meant no bones left. Being able to find a letter card was the blessing of heaven.

In such a harsh environment, since the second year of Jingtai, this special army had always maintained a establishment of three thousand people, and later even became a common establishment of the Great Ming army, the night scout sentries.

Not politely speaking, these three thousand Duntai Yuanhou influenced the fate of the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians for several generations.

These backbones of the Great Ming rushed to the battlefield with an unknown future. How many people died silently in some water pool or mountain nest? Wang Qian, as the top powerful and wealthy of the Great Ming, praised them every time he heard the deeds of the Duntai Yuanhou.

Wang Chonggu sighed, shook his head, and said: "You are already very annoying, but some people are even more annoying than you."

"If it were father, what would you do?" Wang Qian was slightly curious about what means his dignified assistant minister father would use if he really wanted to make trouble in this matter.

Wang Chonggu hesitated to speak, shook his head, and said: "Go ask the Great Minister of Rites."

"Father, I am your son, not the Great Minister of Rites'. It's inappropriate to go to the Great Minister of Rites for everything." Seeing that Wang Chonggu refused to say, Wang Qian shook his head immediately. If his father didn't pass on his unique skills to him, who would he pass them on to?

Wang Chonggu pondered for a moment and said: "Actually, it's very simple. The Duntai Yuanhou are the heroes of the world, so their return to the court is naturally the biggest of major events. Just make an article out of this hero status. Don't be so obvious, and don't be so deliberate."

"Where to start? Start with their family members."

Wang Qian's hands that were patting the snow stopped. He shivered violently. When Wang Chonggu said to start with the family members, Wang Qian finally realized for the first time that his father was a villain, the kind of villain who was bad to the bone.

"Why start with the Duntai Yuanhou's family members?" Wang Chonggu pondered for a moment and said: "Because these Duntai Yuanhou are the most sorry to their family members. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. The Duntai Yuanhou are loyal to the country and loyal to public affairs, but what about their parents, wives, and children?"

"So making an article out of the family members is the most appropriate. Indeed, the Duntai Yuanhou are ordinary people, all of them are steel and iron bones, but their family members are not. This is the easiest breakthrough, and it can also make His Majesty unable to deal with it."

When Wang Qian heard this, his blood surged. He was already angry. He spat out a turbid breath and said helplessly: "Father... the head assistant beat you, he really didn't beat you wrong!"

"Past events, no need to mention them again." Wang Chonggu waved his hand.

"How to start?" Wang Qian asked tentatively. Wang Chonggu's eyes became vicious as he looked at Wang Qian. His tone was extremely calm: "Try every means to persuade a family to bring the clothes mound to the city gate to cry for mourning. Mother, wife, children, cry together. The louder the cry, the better. The more heartbreaking, the better. The more painful the cry, the more people will understand that the heroic deeds performed by the Duntai Yuanhou were exchanged for by the tearing of the family members."

"By then, the heroic background of the Duntai Yuanhou will become turbid. It is no loss to the public industry, but no benefit to the private family."

Wang Qian said very puzzled: "Doesn't this make the Duntai Yuanhou more loyal to the country, maintaining the interests of the country, and maintaining the interests of the majority?"

Wang Chonggu replied: "Before crying for mourning, were the Duntai Yuanhou perfect in your heart? After crying for mourning, did the behavior of the Duntai Yuanhou become a question of whether it was worth it? Once you weigh whether it is worth it, it becomes negotiable, can be discussed. More directly, it is to change the behavior of the Duntai Yuanhou from a sacred and serious state to a state that can be discussed."

"Suppress first and then raise, tear open a gap?" Wang Qian's brows furrowed, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he asked in a low voice.

Wang Chonggu nodded and said: "En, the child can be taught. This process of crying for mourning will inevitably make these living Duntai Yuanhou become even greater, but it can also allow the wicked scholars to start slandering from the starting point of the family's debt."

"It doesn't need to be much. Find a few non-existent childhood friends or classmates to talk about the naughtiness of these Duntai Yuanhou when they were children. It's best to have that feeling of 'not being talented in studies and having to go to the border.' Add the complaints of their families, and stick the four words 'not talented in studies' on these Duntai Yuanhou to make things complicated and slowly stir up the water."

"Ah? What's the purpose of doing this?" Wang Qian didn't quite understand. Aren't these all trivial matters? What's the significance of doing this?

Wang Chonggu said concisely: "Private morality."

Wang Qian was struck by lightning and stood there dumbfounded.

Wang Chonggu further explained: "You know, it's very simple to kill a person, but it's very difficult to kill their deeds. How to make them smell terrible? Private morality is the best means."

"At this time, these Duntai Yuanhou have an extra label: 'not talented in studies,' which is why they became Duntai Yuanhou. Everyone admires them, but this 'not talented in studies' label is firmly nailed to the Duntai Yuanhou. Some parents, when scaring children who don't study, will even say, 'If you're not talented in studies, I'll send you to be a Duntai Yuanhou.'"

"Do you still want to listen?" Wang Chonggu looked at his son's expression. Seeing Wang Qian dumbfounded, he hesitated whether he should continue. Wang Qian seemed somewhat unable to accept it.

Wang Qian said with mixed feelings: "Dad, I thought I was bad enough."

Wang Chonggu looked somewhat dejected. He had been in the officialdom for decades, and all he had done were these things, so he felt a bit listless. He shook his head and said: "You are quite bad. 'Dragons beget dragons, phoenixes beget phoenixes, the son of a rat will dig holes.' If you weren't as bad as your dad, how could you be bad?"

Wang Chonggu, full of evil deeds.

"What to do next?" Wang Qian asked tentatively.

Wang Chonggu took a cold breath, tucked his hands into his sleeves, and said: "It's simple. After the crying and mourning, it's sticking the 'not talented in studies' label. From 'sacred' to 'flesh and blood ordinary people,' and then to 'not talented in studies.' Next, it's criticizing the collective of Duntai Yuanhou. You know, a collective is composed of individual people, and these individuals are all different, so there will be some 'black sheep' in the collective of Duntai Yuanhou."

"The next step is 'one piece of rotten meat spoils the whole pot of soup,' sticking the individual's behavior onto the collective of Duntai Yuanhou."

"In order to survive, some Duntai Yuanhou borrowed a fellow villager's head; some Duntai Yuanhou went to steal and rob; some Duntai Yuanhou killed innocent people; some Duntai Yuanhou surrendered to the Northern Barbarians and became their running dogs. These examples, at first, find real things, and later, you can make things up out of thin air and repeat what others say."

"In short, it's perfecting the shaping of 'private morality being flawed,' expanding individual moral corruption to the collective of Duntai Yuanhou."

"By this step, it actually hasn't hurt the foundation of the Duntai Yuanhou."

Wang Qian waved his hand and shouted: "Still hasn't?!"

Wang Chonggu's tone remained calm: "The heroism of the Duntai Yuanhou is because of 'public morality.' Their reputation is composed of public morality. They sacrificed their personal interests to ensure the interests of the dynasty. This is why the Duntai Yuanhou are admired by everyone. So, to hurt the foundation of the Duntai Yuanhou, start from public morality."

"Actually, it's also very simple. Let me remind you: the overall trend between the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians is still reconciliation, promoting peace through war. Do you understand? The Duntai Yuanhou have existed from the second year of Jingtai to the sixth year of Wanli, and they are the obstacle to reconciliation between the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians."

"As long as the Duntai Yuanhou become this obstacle, becoming the inducement for the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians to fight endlessly, tell me, is the merit of the Duntai Yuanhou still merit?"

Wang Qian took a step back, and then took three more steps back. No matter how calm Wang Chonggu's tone was, in Wang Qian's ears, it was like gusts of gloomy wind.

"This, this, this... Dad, you... I..." Wang Qian was terrified of his father for the first time. Is this still a human?

Among the court officials who could climb to the Zhao Wenhua Hall, there wasn't a single one who wasn't a "lamp that saves oil." Wang Chonggu, as a court official and Wang Cifu who had risen and fallen many times, was not inferior to Wan Shihe in playing tricks; he just didn't say it.

Wang Chonggu even set traps for the censors, letting them drill into them. Since then, when censors went to the Meridian Gate to petition, they had to carefully guess whether they had fallen into someone's trap.

Wang Chonggu originally set a trap for the censors and let Hai Rui save them, just for this purpose: to make petitioning more dangerous.

"Why, why turn the Duntai Yuanhou into this?" Wang Qian asked with extreme confusion.

What's the purpose? Damaging the reputation of these Duntai Yuanhou—for what?

Wang Chonggu said with absolute certainty: "Promoting literature and suppressing martial arts. You don't think the Great Ming has strengthened its martial arts, do you? These Confucian scholars have been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the day when promoting literature and suppressing martial arts arrives."

Promoting literature and suppressing martial arts is for the sake of interests.

If military preparedness is not promoted, the Great Ming capital's restraint on the localities will be greatly weakened. When dealing with local affairs, they will be tied hand and foot. If the imperial court is weak, the localities will be strong, so in the game of interests, the localities will gain more interests. Similarly, in the struggle between the monarch's power and the minister's power since ancient times, ministers can also gain more interests.

This is the fundamental purpose of promoting literature and suppressing martial arts, and promoting literature and suppressing martial arts can often be a great success.

To strengthen martial arts, it's not something you can just say with your mouth. It requires silver like the sea, it requires the Emperor not to be afraid of hardship, and it requires the supplementary supply of grain and grass. In many cases, the imperial court cannot afford the expenses of military affairs, and arrears in pay are a normal state.

Wang Chonggu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the locust tree that was like a pavilion, and said with a smile: "His Majesty said: 'Once our Great Ming's country and society put away their weapons and indulge in literature and pleasure, the degree of regression and corruption in every aspect is shocking.'"

"The facts are also like this. Qian'er, you take the silver, find these 'brush correctors' and talk to them properly. If they are willing to take the silver, give them silver. If they are not willing to take the silver, borrow their heads for a use—kill the chicken to warn the monkey."

"Don't spend money recklessly. If His Majesty finds out, he will still have to reimburse you. If you spend so much, wouldn't His Majesty's good mood be ruined?"

"The child understands." Wang Qian received his father's order. This matter wasn't very difficult, and Wang Qian didn't spend much silver to settle it.

These "brush correctors" in the capital always remembered one person's name: Chen Youren. Chen Youren, because of a book "Eastern Expedition Record" that beautified the Japanese pirates and slandered the Eastern Expedition of General Qi, was killed by His Majesty on the street. What kind of emperor would kill someone on the street? The "brush correctors" had never seen it, and the court officials of the Wanli era had never seen it either.

His Majesty attached great importance to the matter of the Duntai Yuanhou coming home this time. This could be seen from the busyness inside and outside the imperial court. At this time, jumping out to disgust His Majesty was testing His Majesty's patience with one's own head.

It couldn't be tested at all.

Zhang Juzheng could stop His Majesty a little bit, but if His Majesty was determined to do something, Zhang Juzheng couldn't stop him either.

In the very tense preparations of the Great Ming, Tan Lun set off from Xizhimen, passed Western Earth City, left the pass from Juyong Pass, passed Yanqing Guard, stayed in Tumubao for one day, passed Jimingshan, and arrived at Xuanfu Town. The Xuan-Da Viceroy Wu Baipeng left the city to welcome the Grand Tan Sima to the important town of Xuanfu.

Tan Lun didn't stay idle on this journey. He took a group of censors and some Embroidered Uniform Guards to explore the Great Wall of the Xuanfu section of the Great Ming, as well as the 190,000 displaced tenant farmers settled by Wang Chonggu.

The overall situation was not just good, but a surprise.

Especially the 190,000 displaced tenant farmers, because of the popularity of the border wool business, they had things to do besides farming. Every household had two to three sheep. In every village, there was a factory that used fermented urine to clean wool. This year, for the New Year, every household could barely wrap a meal of meat dumplings, and the girls could pull a red rope, which was considered a New Year's gift.

Being able to wrap a meal of meat dumplings and pull a red rope was already extremely good.

This was, of course, due to Wang Chonggu's effective settlement at the beginning, and also due to the successor Wu Baipeng's careful management here. The busy border trade remained very busy even in the heavy snow of winter. Tan Lun saw several camel caravans stepping on the snow and leaving Xuanfu.

"Grand Tan Sima, San Niangzi San Niang said she would come together, saying she wanted to escort them along the way, fearing accidents." Wu Baipeng thought for a moment and said: "San Niangzi San Niang should be afraid of accidents, fearing that this great merit would be snatched away by others."

Tan Lun agreed quite a bit and said: "What Viceroy Wu said is reasonable. Eh, doesn't this mean that San Niangzi San Niang will spend the New Year in the capital?"

Counting the days, by the time San Niangzi San Niang arrived in the capital, the time for the New Year wouldn't be far off. The grasslands also celebrated the New Year. On the grasslands, it was called "Shingil Sar," which was the White Month, and the first month was also called the White Month. Moreover, there was the custom of staying up for the New Year, and they also had to sacrifice to the Kitchen God before the New Year. On the first day, they had to sacrifice to the Aobao.

The grassland people also attached great importance to the New Year. San Niangzi San Niang didn't drag out the matter of returning the Duntai Yuanhou for too long. The longer it dragged, the more changes there would be. In order to return them as soon as possible, San Niangzi San Niang ran another trip in person, and she definitely wouldn't be able to go back before the New Year.

"Yes." Wu Baipeng counted the days, and it was indeed so.

On the second day of the twelfth month of the sixth year of Wanli, Tan Lun, with many officials from the Ministry of War, arrived at Guangling Gate. This was the northern main gate of Xuanfu. Above the city gate of Guangling Gate was the Weiyuan Tower, but Tan Lun didn't wait in the tower, but went outside Guangling Gate in person.

Tan Lun was not a porcelain bottle that would break at a touch. In these few years, the great physicians of the Jiekuyuan had followed him like a shadow, and even borrowed the Emperor's name to manage two things—managing this and managing that.

When Tan Lun was young, his short-soldier skills were something even Qi Jiguang would give way to by three points. He was a man who had fought for his life against the Japanese pirates in Zhejiang and Fujian.

Tan Lun could understand these Duntai Yuanhou very well. Many times, Tan Lun's behavior was very strange. In the Zhao Wenhua Hall, it seemed that His Majesty valued Tan Lun's life even more than Tan Lun himself.

This was certain. Tan Lun really didn't cherish his life very much. Fighting for his life against the Japanese pirates in Zhejiang and Fujian, Tan Lun had always believed that he could live one more day, and that was one day earned.

Tan Lun could understand the Duntai Yuanhou. These Night Scouts also didn't take their lives seriously, because being able to see the sun the next day was all earned.

A real man, a good man, should die in the wilderness and be buried in a horse-skin shroud!

Tan Lun also recognized part of the logic of promoting literature and suppressing martial arts. If you are not afraid of death, what can threaten you? Moreover, overly radical ways of thinking can easily make things worse. The Wei, Jin, Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms were all vivid examples. The loss of control of violence is a human disaster.

But the Great Ming's promoting literature and suppressing martial arts had gone too far. After the Longqing reconciliation and the reconciliation with Altan Khan, this wind of promoting literature and suppressing martial arts became even more prevalent, and it even looked a bit like the Song Dynasty's emphasis on literature over martial arts.

The loss of control of violence is indeed terrible, but without violence, it will definitely lead to the loss of control of violence, because the enemy's violence is still like a sword hanging over the Great Ming's head.

Given the Great Ming's current situation, even if martial arts were strengthened for fifty years, it would definitely not reach the day of the loss of control of violence.

"They're here." Wu Baipeng put down the telescope and reminded Tan Lun. San Niangzi San Niang's carriage team had already appeared in his field of vision.

Tan Lun picked up the telescope and looked for a moment, then handed the telescope to the attendant beside him and slowly drew his waist saber. The moment Tan Lun drew his saber, the Great Ming army began to move. The sound of drums began to strike heavily on the drum surface, the sound of horns was long, the gunpowder for the cannons and muskets began to be loaded, and the long and short soldiers were pulled out from the gun holsters and scabbards, ready to go.

Once Tan Lun gave the order to attack, the Great Ming army would swarm up.

This time, when welcoming them back, Yang Wen brought 5,000 troops to follow.

Tan Lun saw the prisoner carts, the Duntai Yuanhou were pressed into the prisoner carts one by one, approaching in the snow!

Seeing this scene, the fire in Tan Lun's heart could not be suppressed. He held his waist saber firmly. The great physicians were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, but Tan Lun in this state really couldn't be persuaded.

Wu Baipeng was also shocked, holding the telescope and looking around constantly, fearing that there would be some unnecessary misunderstanding.

"Grand Tan Sima, Vice General, the Duntai Yuanhou have cotton clothes, they are wearing cotton clothes!" Wu Baipeng had been staring at the telescope, and then said with a tone of surprise.

"Eh?" Tan Lun took the telescope from the attendant's hand and confirmed that the Duntai Yuanhou were wearing brand-new cotton clothes and even had cashmere ear warmers. His face, which was colder than ice, relaxed a little, but he still held the long saber in his hand tightly.

When San Niangzi San Niang walked to a distance of several hundred paces, she took out the telescope to investigate. Seeing the Great Ming army ready to go, she knew it was going to be bad. This Tan Sima Tan Lun who was welcoming them back was an impatient person. Tan Lun had the nickname "Tan the Madman," and even San Niangzi San Niang knew it.

This prisoner cart escort—if Tan the Madman went crazy, San Niangzi San Niang didn't doubt at all that she would become a ghost under the other party's saber.

Especially Tan Lun, who had always insisted on recovering Daning Guard and the Ordos Loop. Daning Guard, the Great Ming had already recovered.

San Niangzi San Niang hesitated for a moment, rode forward in person, arrived at the city gate alone, turned over and dismounted, and bowed her head: "I have seen the Grand Tan Sima. Why is the Great Ming army so murderous?"

"I want to borrow your head for a use," Tan Lun said without any concealment. "In this way, there will be no reconciliation. After I leave, the Ordos Loop problem can be placed on the table of the Zhao Wenhua Hall to talk about."

A madman! An out-and-out madman! The biggest radical in the Great Ming court was never the Great Ming Emperor, but this Tan the Madman in front of her. He was a scholar, a civil official on the surface, but a martial artist in his bones. A true radical—for the sake of the Ordos Loop, Tan Lun could really do anything.

"You can't blame me. You gave me an excuse. Look, the Duntai Yuanhou came in prisoner carts." Tan Lun slowly raised the waist saber in his hand. The tooth flag was waving constantly, the sound of drums and horns became dense, and the Great Ming army's cannons began to slowly lower, aiming at the people coming.

"Grand Tan Sima! Don't be impatient! Even if you borrow my head, you should take the people back first! These seventeen Duntai Yuanhou have endured human suffering, and they can't go home when they reach the door. How can the Grand Tan Sima bear it?" San Niangzi San Niang said very anxiously. She looked at Wu Baipeng and felt angry. Wu Baipeng should have persuaded him. Such a big matter, Tan Lun wanted to take action, but Wu Baipeng didn't say a word.

Wu Baipeng was also a radical.

"They, they can understand me." Tan Lun prepared to put down the waist saber. With one order, the war could begin.

"Even when two countries are at war, they don't behead the envoy!" San Niangzi San Niang reminded anxiously. What about battlefield etiquette! You, Tan Lun, are the Grand Tan Sima, and you don't even follow this little etiquette?

The Great Ming is a state of etiquette. They haven't fought yet, and you are preparing to kill her as a sacrifice to heaven?

San Niangzi San Niang was directly anxious. When people are extremely nervous, some will lose their speech, be so angry that they can't speak, while others will be quick-witted. San Niangzi San Niang said very quickly: "Grand Tan Sima! Once the war starts, the commoners of the Great Ming and the Northern Barbarians will all fall into the disaster of war!"

"The displaced tenant farmers in Xuanfu and Datong who have just had a home—those 190,000 living people will only be able to flee from famine again! The Yongding and Yongsheng Woolen Factory—the tens of thousands of people around have just found a way to survive. Their peaceful and happy life has just begun. You don't care about your own life and honor, and the Duntai Yuanhou are madmen like you who don't care about their own lives!"

"Those 190,000 living people, the families of tens of thousands of craftsmen in the factory—you don't care about them either!"

"Fine, you don't care!"

"Then you don't care about the two million soldiers of the Great Ming either? The Great Ming has only strengthened its martial arts for six years. The border soldiers have only been full for three years and received full pay. Grand Tan Sima, you are the Tan Sima of the Great Ming. If you drop your saber now, who in the Great Ming will dare to talk about 'strengthening martial arts' again?!"

"Grand Tan Sima, think twice!"

Tan Lun's mouth twitched. Altan Khan was really lucky to have married such a sharp-tongued woman. He turned his hand, turned the back of the saber outward, and waved it down forcefully.

My life is over!

When San Niangzi San Niang saw the saber fall, she closed her eyes in despair. She heard the rolling sound of cannons and knew that everything was over. Her efforts were like a joke.

But she waited for a long time and didn't feel any pain. The sound of cannons was still ringing in unison. San Niangzi San Niang secretly opened her eyes and found that she had been deceived!

What rang out were all salute cannons!

San Niangzi San Niang still had some knowledge. This was the Great Ming's highest military salute.

"Just scaring the San Niangzi Zhongshun. Today is different from the past. During the Jiajing era, you and I fought, and the Northern Barbarians won more and lost less. Now, things are different. If there is no heart of submission, the Great Ming Heavenly Army will definitely arrive." Tan Lun put the waist saber back into the scabbard.

"Ah!" San Niangzi San Niang roared, turned her horse and left angrily. She was really scared to death by this madman. She clenched her fists and said: "The Grand Tan Sima is so impulsive. If we really fought, how would the Grand Tan Sima report to His Majesty? It's simply nonsense!"

"How do you know there was no decree from His Majesty? How do you know I am impulsive, rather than His Majesty's permission?" Tan Lun took out a gold-lettered letter plate from his waist and blew on it with a smile.

The front of the plate was "Bestowed by the Son of Heaven," and the back of the plate was "Act according to circumstances."

Tan Lun was really not talking nonsense. All of this was not his own decision. Tan Lun and His Majesty, compared to the more gentle Zhang Juzheng, were the true radicals. When in doubt, they resorted to force. This was the martial artist's way of thinking, and His Majesty was a genuine martial artist.

San Niangzi San Niang's face changed greatly!

If she had chosen to prepare for battle when she saw the Great Ming army ready to go, or even if a gun had gone off by accident and they had started fighting, what would have happened was self-evident.

The little Emperor's heart had always been very, very dirty. It was especially dirty when he was a child, and now that he had grown up, it was getting dirtier! And more and more overbearing!

"Madmen, all madmen!" San Niangzi San Niang whipped her horse and left, returned to the 400 Kheshig, pulled the prisoner carts, and arrived in front of Guangling Gate.

The reason why she had to pull the prisoner carts was naturally because of Altan Khan's request. Altan Khan was reluctant to return these Duntai Yuanhou and handed them over as prisoners of war, so naturally, they had to sit in prisoner carts. The specific executioner was San Niangzi San Niang herself, so she gave the Duntai Yuanhou cotton clothes and ear warmers, and even improved the prisoner carts.

It was just a name of a prisoner cart. It was windproof on all four sides and very warm.

Tan Lun stepped forward and opened these prisoner carts with his own hands. The captured Duntai Yuanhou were in surprisingly good condition, not the human tragedy he had imagined. Although they were all thin as sticks from hunger, there were no obvious injuries.

Altan Khan had fought all his life and won all his life. The Duntai Yuanhou were all iron-boned. Altan Khan had always wanted to conquer these tough guys, but he never achieved his wish. He really had no good way to deal with people who didn't even care about their lives, unless he killed them.

"Home." Tan Lun climbed onto the prisoner cart, helped the Night Scouts in the prisoner cart up, helped them down the carriage, and handed them over to the attendants. The accompanying great physicians helped the Night Scouts onto the carriage and began the examination.

Tan Lun helped the Night Scouts out one by one, watched the carriage depart, and his expression became peaceful.

"Satisfied?" San Niangzi San Niang looked at Tan Lun and teased him quite angrily.

Tan Lun nodded and said: "I'm fine. I just need to make His Majesty satisfied."

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