The eunuchs all hurriedly ran away and were busy doing things.

This kind of thing that uses royal stocks behind the emperor's back will have no other end except to lose his head.

In order to avoid losing their heads, they have to do everything they can to do, and at the same time they have to get away with it.

There is another one who wants to get away with it.

Wang Xiao pointed at a bowl of potion on the table, "Commander Luo, it's time for you to take medicine."

Looking at the bowl of yellow-brown potion in front of him, Luo Yangxing subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The rooster who had eaten the medicine not far away was still lying there.

Luo Yangxing did not suspect that Wang Xiao had the intention to fool them, but the rooster was indeed dead after taking the medicine residue, which was also a fact that he could see.

He dared not gamble on his life.

"Um?"

Wang Xiao looked at him with his eyes slanted. Luo Yangxing was shocked. He hurried forward, gritted his teeth and picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all!

The potion is not bitter, but it has a hint of sweetness.

But for Luo Yangxing, this is the death talisman.

Now things have developed to the current level, things are getting bigger and bigger, and more and more people are involved. It has long exceeded his control.

As for what will happen in the future, Luo Yangling, who is difficult to protect now, is no longer at all.

Thinking of the temper and character of his emperor, Luo Yangxing could only smile bitterly at this moment.

The matter has already reached Emperor Chongzhen, and no one knows how things will develop next.

The main force of the Ming Dynasty defenders in the capital was the three major camps.

The three major camps are the Five Armies, Three Thousands, and the Three Shenji Camps, which were established by Zhu Di, Chengzu.

At its peak, there were nearly 200,000 people.

The main force in the Five Expeditions to Mongolia was this army.

During the Battle of Tumu Fort, the three major battalions were basically wiped out. The main field legion of the Ming army lost its strategic offensive ability.

It was not until the Jiajing period that the three camps were reorganized.

By this time, the Ming Dynasty was already the world of scholars.

The so-called three camps have distributed nearly 100,000 people in food and salary on the surface, but in fact half of the soldiers are considered good.

The three rebuilt camps had no combat power. When Altan Khan of Mongolian moved south in a big way, the three camps did not even dare to fight. The angry Emperor Jiajing wanted to overturn the table.

All the way to the end of the Ming Dynasty, in addition to the troops on the nine northern borders, there was also combat effectiveness, and the troops could be roughly maintained at more than half of the organization, only 40% of the three camps died.

This is pretty good.

Going further south, only 30% of the actual posts will be killed in the Central Plains area. If you cross the Yangtze River, you will even be only 10%.

The Ming Dynasty had more than 100,000 soldiers and horses on the books in Nanzhili, but in fact, only more than 10,000 troops could be used.

In the late Ming Dynasty, whether it was the Northern Territory that broke through the pass or the bandits were raging, as long as they sent messages to ask for help, they would always shake and shake.

How can it not be shaken? There are only 10,000 troops in the 100,000 troops, and they are still the kind of gangsters who can make up for the numbers.

Everyone knows this. When danger comes, of course it will shock.

Back then, dozens of Japanese pirates could reach Yingtianfu City, and the martial law gates of the accompanying capital were put into martial law. The weakness of the Ming army had long been fully demonstrated.

At this moment, in the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, when natural disasters and man-made disasters reached their peak, the so-called three camps have truly become a name.

After years of fighting, those who can really fight were drawn out and died in battle.

After their death, no one came to fill the quota, but were directly given a vacant salary.

Many people who fought for the Ming Dynasty until they died and had no idea where the bones were buried. They were still alive on the list. Their generals were openly polite and took their food and wages with peace of mind.

The current three camps have less than 30% of the posts.

Most of the troops in this quota were infected with the plague. The remaining people were already scared, and even if someone attacked the city now, they would not come out of their homes.

Therefore, even though he had already learned about Wang Xiao, Emperor Chongzhen could only count on Luo Yangxing's Jinyiwei to take over this great thief.

He didn't know that Luo Yangxing had become a prisoner of the great thieves at this time.

No one dared to tell the emperor about this, that was to offend the Luo family to death.

Can the commander of the Jinyiwei, who was caught by the Jiangyang thief, be the commander of the Jinyiwei? Of course not.

With a lot of worry, Luo Yang was drowsy and curled up on the chair and fell asleep.

“Hey, wake up”

Luo Yangxing, who was sleeping, felt that someone was pushing him. Luo Yangxing, who had always been angry when he woke up, subconsciously thought it was his favorite concubine, and opened his angry eyes and prepared to scold him.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Wang Xiao’s calm face.

The anger dissipated instantly, and Luo Yang's character, whose brain had regained his mind, quickly changed into a smile that he would only have when facing the emperor. "Master."

"Um."

Wang Xiao patted his face and said, "Sobert, someone from your family is here to see you."

After he made way out of the position, Luo Yangxing saw the person coming.

A thin old man.

Luo Yangxing was stunned, "Uncle Zhong, why are you here?"

The little old man is called Uncle Zhong, but he and Luo Yangxing have no blood relationship.

His true identity is the long follower of Luo Yangxing's father Luo Sigong, and the housekeeper of their Luo family.

Among the large families in ancient times, the status of the housekeeper was actually not low.

Especially those who have served the master's family for several generations and have grown up with the master since childhood. The maid is called the deputy lady, and Changsui is naturally called the deputy prince. They are all very status-based.

"master."

Uncle Zhong saluted respectfully, and then took the box from the servant behind him and handed it over.

"The old lady heard that the master was busy working with the master to rescue the plague in the capital. The youngest person brought the master to change clothes and food."

Luo Yangxing just woke up and felt dizzy in his mind.

The old man glanced at Wang Xiao who was indifferent, and walked up to him and said quickly in the confused Luo Yangxing's ear.

"Master, the old lady asked me to tell you. The master is busy eliminating the plague for the people of the capital! You must remember that you are helping the master and treating the plague together! You must remember!"

Luo Yang is not stupid at all, but is actually very smart.

He was so confused that he couldn't react before, but now the old butler understood everything with such a earnest advice.

If he was to kill him and said he was here to catch the thief, and then he was caught by the thief and became a hostage. With a series of subsequent operations, then Luo Yangxing would be done, and the Luo family would also be done with him.

But if it is changed to the title of helping Wang Xiao save the plague in the capital, the most important point will be captured by the thief and will immediately lose its foothold.

As long as there is no such stain, no one can move him.

It doesn't matter what else he really wants to do, he can put it all intently to cure the plague in the capital.

"Mother~"

Luo Yangxing's tears came down, and he was worthy of being a wealthy family.

If it were other foolish women, the scene of fighting for family property would probably have been staged. However, Luo Yangxing's mother was able to seize the key points of the matter and provided him with a chance to escape.

Luo Yangxing's mother Zhao Yinxiu is indeed from a wealthy family.

Her father was Zhao Mengyou, the commander of the Jinyiwei during the Wanli period.

As for Luo Yangxing, if Luo Yangxing himself, three generations have served as the commander of the Jinyiwei.

Except for the first generation Luo Yicheng, the other generations have at least one Jinyiwei Qianhu.

Now everyone understands why Luo Yangxing can firmly hold the position of commander of the Jinyiwei throughout the Chongzhen dynasty. He is not only competing for his father, but also competing for his grandfather and grandfather.

Luo Yangling, who had been frowning before and thought she was going to be finished, was instantly refreshed.

As long as he can get rid of the charge of falling into the hands of the thief, nothing else is wrong.

So at this moment, Wang Xiao is no longer a thief in his eyes, he must not be a thief. He is a master who understands Zhou Yi, understands Yin and Yang, and can summon wind and rain to learn magic! A real master!

"master."

Uncle Zhong walked to Wang Xiao with a beautifully crafted lacquer box with a respectful expression, "My mistress learned that the master was compassionate and worked hard to save the people in the capital, and she admired her very much."

Wang Xiao looked at the box in the old man's hand and knew the scene below.

Sure enough, after some hype praising, the old man opened the box and handed it over.

He lowered his voice, "Master, here are 50,000 taels of silver notes for the Taichang, and the land deeds of 3,300 acres of land in two land houses in the south of the city. Please accept it with a smile."

Wang Xiao curled the corner of his mouth, smiled, and reached out to hold the box.

"I am a paradise, and money is like dirt to me. I don't want these things."
To be continued...