Zheng Haizhu looked at Ma Xianglin and his subordinate's horse riding the smoke and dust billowing eastward. He sighed slightly and ordered the driver to turn into the alley of Qipan Street.
In Ma Mansion, Zhang Fengyi has always had the temperament of a golden horse and a broad sword. After all, we are in a special period now and her husband has been transferred out of the capital in an emergency. After all, she cannot hide her depression.
Although Zheng Haizhu has never given birth, she has accumulated some experience in motherhood from the wives of Han Ximeng and Yan Siqi. She also saw with her own eyes how Aya gave birth to a little bean bag in Liaoyang City.
She then accompanied Feng Yi and spoke a lot of comforting words in a soft voice, which somewhat relieved the young expectant mother's panic.
Seeing that all the servants in Ma Mansion were brought by Zhang Fengyi from her natal family, and there were no Shilichuan people, Zheng Haizhu once again gave up the idea of inquiring about the dialect symbols. After finishing his dinner in Youchu, he left and returned to the inn.
As soon as I got off the car in front of the door, the man squatting at the base of the wall stood up abruptly and came over to greet me with a face full of hospitality.
It was Qin Fang, the Yaman recruited by Zheng Haizhu in Bandao'er, Tongzhou.
Zheng Haizhu asked calmly: "Have all the fellow villagers in Hebei seen Zuo Guang fighting Master Zuo?"
Qin Fang bowed and said, "As to Madam, in the afternoon of the next day, Zuo Yushi took an official ship and went to Tongzhou to patrol the fields again. The younger one was squatting there early in the morning, so he immediately called the villagers, oh, he was surrounding the Yushi , tell me everything that needs to be said. Well, Madam, you are not happy. Zuo Yushi seems to be unfamiliar with Madam's name. When the young boy followed Madam's instruction, he mentioned the name of Mr. Huang Zunsu of Songjiang Prefecture. Zuo Yushi Cai Dao, it turned out to be my friend from Donglin."
When he said the last sentence, he abandoned the Beijing accent and learned Zuo Guangdou's Tongcheng accent, and he learned it perfectly.
Zheng Haizhu addressed his subordinates, nodded and said, "Okay, Lao Qin worked hard and things were done beautifully."
She was about to turn around and tell Li Daniu to give Qin Fang a tael of silver, but Qin Fang waved his hand and said, "Madam is not busy rewarding the little ones. There is a more urgent matter waiting for you, madam. Don't worry, madam. It's good news." Zuo Yushi, please ask my wife to live in the mansion."
"Ah?" Zheng Haizhu was startled.
At this time, the waiter of the inn led a young man in a handsome robe out.
Zheng Haizhu looked over and saw that it was Dong Qichang's eldest grandson, Dong Ting.
Although Qin Fang was twice as old as Dong Ting, he immediately cut off his words and said respectfully: "Master Dong, let's talk to Mrs. Zheng."
Dong Ting bowed to Zheng Haizhu, looked around, then took two steps closer and said softly: "My wife spoke uprightly at Tongzhou Pier. My ancestors told Yang Yushi and Zuo Yushi. It is said that the emperor will be the emperor on that day. The person who occupies the land in the name of Zhuang is Li Xuanshi, what is her name, Xili, who wants land for her natal family. The family ancestors were worried that the lady would live alone in the inn, in case... Mr. Zuo said, Mrs. Zuo and Mrs. Zuo came from the south this year. Moving here, there are many female relatives in the mansion, so it is very cheap, so I asked my wife to take the servants and move to the left mansion."
Zheng Haizhu was of course happy to hear this.
Dong Qichang, an old Jianghu, is not bad. He does not show any show of loyalty on his face, and even emphasizes the exchange of interests from time to time. But once he recognizes that Zheng Haizhu is a junior who understands the rules, he will be honest at critical moments. Use some operational power.
She thought about it again, and it was similar to what was recorded in history. Zhu Changluo's choice of attendant, Xili, was indeed stupid.
The old emperor was so arrogant before he died. No wonder that in the later palace transfer case, a group of civil servants dealt with it in a few moments.
Zheng Haizhu stopped slandering and asked Dong Ting: "Are you going today?"
Dong Ting nodded: "Long live Daxing, Mr. Zuo must be on duty with his ministers at the moment, but the guest room in Zuo Mansion has been prepared for Madam. The ancestor of the family ordered me to send Madam there."
Zheng Haizhu then ordered Hua Er and Li Daniu to go into the inn to pack their luggage, while he led Qin Fang aside and said earnestly: "Old Qin, don't be a dentist in Tongzhou anymore. Follow me. The monthly salary is tentatively set at four taels of silver." . Over at Zuofu, I can’t bring Li Daniu, a big man, in. You two have found another inn to live in. You follow him during the day and he teaches you how to do things.”
Qin Fang was finally convinced that he had met a noble person just as the storybook said, and he said, "Little Ding will live up to this good fortune."
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On this night, although the curfew in the capital was stricter, no matter whether it was a deep compound or a simple house, no matter whether it was an inn, a car shop or a Qinlou Chu Pavilion, under those high and low eaves, in those large and small windows, there were more men than yesterday. , more than the day before yesterday, revealed the nature of a political animal.
They seemed to have suddenly lost most of their interest in the collection of antique calligraphy and paintings, in the popular books they read, in the hard-working eight-legged art, in the worry about their future lives, and even in the hot bodies of the girls in the brothel.
Their energy, at least in a short timeline, will be used to speculate on how much changes will occur in the court and the people due to the new king's accession to the throne.
They would keep thinking or discussing until late at night, because they couldn't sleep anyway - that night, every temple and Taoist temple in the capital would ring bells incessantly, following etiquette to express their sorrow for Emperor Wanli's abandonment of the world. .
On the east side of Chongwenmen Street, in a dilapidated courtyard near Fahua Temple, Zhu Qianju stood under the moonlight, listening to the bells, with a sarcastic smile on his lips.
Behind him, the middle-aged man who arrived before the curfew started stood respectfully. When he turned around, he continued the topic from a moment ago.
"Master, this slave has something to report."
Zhu Qianyu frowned subconsciously: "I'm not your Jurchen, your master's slave."
The man lowered his body by two points and was speechless for a moment.
Zhu Qianyu raised his hand in vain: "Nothing, nothing, Mr. Bo, just call me your highness."
The man said: "Your Highness, today I was prescribing medicine for Liu Qiao's baby at Liu Qiao's house. Mrs. Anyuan named Zheng came to visit."
Zhu Qianyu said calmly: "Madam's title? Are you the family member of which official in the capital?"
"It seems, not really. My ears are good, but the Liu family's place is cramped, so I was able to hear clearly when the woman's maid came to announce. They came from Fusi, Beizhen. Your Highness, if you are a member of your family, It's not like he was visiting the prison, so how could he go to Beizhen Fusi alone? Besides, if he got the title of wife because he benefited from his husband's descendants, he wouldn't have the word 'Anyuan'."
"Okay, I understand, our people will go check it out," Zhu Qianyu squeezed out a little approval in his indifference, "Mr. Bo is worthy of being a capable general sent by Sibeile. You Jurchens are the best hunters, so you are very smart."
Mr. Bo, whose Han name was Bo Xun, moved from Shanxi to Liaodong and was captured by the Jurchens in Jianzhou. He had some kung fu and some ancestral medical skills, so not only was he not assigned to make dressings, he was also treated politely by Nurhaci, and he became acquainted with the young Huang Taiji, and they often hunted together. In the forty-fourth year of Wanli, Nurhachi became a self-proclaimed Khan. The scheming Huang Taiji, who paid attention to spying and setting up a network, ordered Bo Xun to lurk back to the Ming Dynasty. He first went to his hometown in Shanxi to practice medicine for two years, and then came to the capital to sit in court.
This time, when the summer moon was about to end, Bo Xun suddenly received orders from Huang Taiji and obeyed the orders of a branch of the Ming Dynasty clan.
After all, he was a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, and he could guess that the sinister-speaking "His Royal Highness" in front of him was a descendant of Emperor Jianwen.
Or, they call themselves "descendants of Emperor Jianwen".
Bo Xun is not interested in what is true or false, just do what Si Beile says.
"Your Highness, do you have any other instructions for me?" Bo Xun said respectfully.
"Oh, sir, go to the wing and rest."
"Thank you, Your Highness. As soon as the curfew is lifted tomorrow morning, the little one will go back to the west."
Zhu Qianyu pursed his lips: "For now, just let Liu Qiao's family trust you."
