The sixth year of Hongde, the 14th day of the first lunar month.

In the early morning, it was lightly dawn, and the soldiers guarding the south gate of Daming Mansion stamped their feet and pushed open the cold city gate.

A group of people who were about to enter the city to make a living in the early morning were entering one after another.

"Did you come so early this morning?" a soldier said strangely.

Another soldier next to him was also curious and said, "Yes, there will be seven or eight hundred people entering this morning, right? Could it be because the Lantern Festival is approaching?"

When the other soldiers next to him suddenly realized that the festival was coming soon!

But then, the faces of these soldiers changed drastically.

"Brothers, kill me! Kill the dog official!"

After a sudden shout, Liu Liu and his gang, who pretended to be sending firewood into the city to sell, drew out the long sword and spear hidden in the firewood after entering the city. With his companions who had already entered the city and had not yet entered the city, he quickly killed all the soldiers guarding the city. Before the soldiers of the government could react, they had already seized the city gate.

The decades of stable life have made these soldiers of Daming Mansion completely lose the vigilance they should have as soldiers and the basic bloodiness they are as soldiers.

Facing the group of "mud legs" with fierce expressions on the opposite side, the old soldiers guarding the city gate did not attack immediately, which gave the opponent a chance to breathe, and also covered himself with the last coffin board.

Taking the opportunity, Liu Liu and his party quickly ignited several buildings near the city gate, and thick fireworks instantly soared into the sky.

He had already quietly arrived at the nearby rebel army while the night was in the dark to get the signal, and immediately drew his sword and rushed towards the direction of the city gate.

When he noticed the sound of horse hooves, the lieutenant of the government soldiers and the captain remembered to go forward to seize the city gate, but it was too late.

Liu Liu led his men to block the attack of the mansion soldiers, but just a moment later, the sound of horse hooves from the rebel army rushed to the city gate.

Faced with the cavalry's charge, the captain of the Daming Mansion made another move that Liu Liu and his party never expected. That was, seeing that the enemy cavalry had rushed in front of him, he actually ran away secretly with his confidants.

Yes, ran away!

Seeing the faces that should have been honest and submissive, they were now killing their soldiers with a ferocious face. The pampered captain was so scared that he was terrified.

Seeing his generals fleeing, the only trace of fighting spirit that the soldiers present at the palace also disappeared. They immediately knelt down and begged for surrender during the siege of the rebel army.

The South City Gate was broken in a short time, and the other three city gates were not much better. Under the attack of the rebel army from the inside out, the government soldiers who had been pacified for decades were vulnerable.

But in just three or two hours, Daming Mansion fell!

On this day of celebration, Daming Mansion was in chaos, with killing sounds filled the sky, fireworks were everywhere, endless blood was splattering, dyeing the heavy snow on the ground into pieces of bright red.

At this time, Mei Wenxian, the prefect of Daming Prefecture, looked pale, "It's over, it's all!"

My family is dead!

A rebellion happened under his rule, and the rebels captured Daming Mansion. Thinking of this, Mei Wenxian's face was covered with decay.

He wanted to draw his sword and commit suicide, but the cold sword was crossing his neck. Mei Wenxian couldn't do anything. In the end, he could only throw the sword down hatefully. Under the support of a group of servants, he hurriedly broke out...

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On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the capital of God.

On this day, Jia Mu set up a family banquet in Rongguo Mansion and asked a group of people from Ningrong Mansions to enjoy the lanterns and have a drink.

The Rongqing Hall was already full of lanterns, and a group of actors were invited to prepare.

However, in Ningrong's two palaces, except for Jia Jing from Ningguo's Mansion who wanted to devote himself to practicing Taoism, he returned to Xuanzhen Temple after worshiping his ancestors and would not attend the evening family banquet; there was also Jia Jing's cheap father Jia She, who received the Lantern Festival early in the morning, returned to his yard and chatted with the customers and watched the lanterns, listened to music and had wine, which was different from that in Jia Mu's Rongqing Hall.

I was still thinking about having fun at the City God Temple Fair last time. When I saw the Lantern Festival, Xichun's thoughts became lively again.

Early in the morning, Jia Jing was pulled over by Xichun, and then called on the girls in the backyard, Baoyu, Jia Huan and others to go out of the mansion to play at the Lantern Festival.

Jia Mu was not opposed to the festival because she was rare, but she just asked Lai Erduo to arrange a few servants to follow her.

In this way, some of the girls and Baoyu even brought maids this time, and the team of people leaving the house to play suddenly became as large as more than twenty people.

The increasingly large crowd rushed straight to the Lantern Festival.

But the lantern festival is only on at night, and it is just preparing for the early morning.

Only in the street where people buy and sell things, many vendors set up their own shops and stalls early in the morning, and even hawkers selling candied haws and candy men are selling along the street.

It is rare to leave the mansion, and some of them are good to play, and all the girls and maids are not picky. It is already very happy to have some of them. As long as Baoyu can play with her sisters, she has no opinions. As for Jia Huan, she is following Jia Jing with admiration at this moment.

The five girls and several maids went to pick and choose with great enthusiasm.

Jia Jing looked around and saw that most of the girls and maids gathered in front of vendors selling cloth ready-made clothes, rouge, water powder, silk and jewelry. He couldn't help but sigh, this is the nature of a woman!

Holding Yingchun, who was also very enthusiastic, Jia Jing smiled and said, "Are the cloth and clothes at home much better than those sold by the vendor? Why are you still so interested?"

Yingchun's voice was gentle, and was pulled by Jia Jing. She couldn't go shopping at the stall without getting angry. Instead, she explained to Jia Xian: "The one at home is from home. Isn't it just to see something fresh when I come out today? Besides, I saw a few fresh flowers on the clothes, but I had never seen them before. I bought them and made a description."

"It's delayed my sister's time, but my brother's is not the case," Jia Jing smiled and stuffed a purse the size of a palm into Yingchun's hand. "Sister, go quickly, don't wait for the good items to be bought!"

Seeing that Yingchun didn't want to accept his wallet, Jia Jing continued, "My sister's monthly profit is not much, it's just enough. I know this. When my brother lacked money, he didn't ask her to get it without hesitation? Why did my sister meet with her brother today?"

Seeing this, Yingchun had to put away the purse in her hand.

Just as everyone was wandering around, a sudden sound of horse hooves sounded.

Who dares to rush into a horse in Shenjing?

Soon, Jia Jing knew the reason.

At the end of the market, a dusty messenger rode on a horse and galloped over.

The messenger wore red feathers on his head, three small bright yellow flags on his back, and five big blood-red characters with "Eight Hundred Miles" written on it. He held a golden token in his hand, allowing the horse under his crotch to foam at his mouth. The messenger was still whipping his whip hard.

A galloping horse suddenly broke into the street market, and it was a panic. Facing the noisy street market, the messenger's horse was not slower, but instead whipped twice and held the token high in his hand.

"Eight hundred miles of speed! The imperial gold medal is given, the person who blocks will die, and the person who rebels will die!"

"Eight hundred miles of speed! The imperial gold medal is given, the person who blocks will die, and the person who rebels will die!"

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