With Yang Lian and Xu Guangqi coming forward, the first assistant Fang Congzhe, who knew that his strength was about to expire, did not hinder him, and the order to release Zhang Mingshi from prison was quickly issued.
On the eighth day of August, Zheng Haizhu took Li Daniu into Jinyiwei to pick up Zhang Mingshi from prison.
The commander, Luo Sigong, went to the imperial palace today to perform the duel and was not on duty, but he had already told his son Luo Yangxing to contact Mr. Zheng.
At this time, Luo Yangxing greeted him politely and led the two masters and servants of the Zheng family to go to the duty room to see Liu Qiao first.
Throughout the dynasties, new emperors like Zhu Changluo, who did not usurp the throne to seize the throne, would sing slogans of reviving the old virtuous people and punishing them with caution and arresting them infrequently to demonstrate the style of a benevolent emperor. Therefore, after the smooth transition in the most important days of the regime change, Jinyiwei seems to have entered the off-season of business.
When Liu Qiao walked out from the back of the hall, he held a writing brush in one hand and paper in the other.
Zheng Haizhu knew that the Governor of Fusi in Beizhen was educated by his mother who came from a scholarly family. Underneath his rough and heroic appearance, he actually had a lot of literary talent.
She then asked in a friendly manner: "Is Governor Liu writing poetry again?"
Liu Qiao didn't show up either. He chuckled and said, "I've been hanging out with a bunch of brats who dance with guns and sticks for a long time. I'm still good at poetry, but I can't mention my poetic talent. Fortunately, we in Jinyiwei still have a little talent who can be the governor." "One word master'. Mrs. Zheng, look at the elaboration of this word..."
Zheng Haizhu looked at the sentence pointed by Liu Qiao's pen: The clear light and sea are floating in the sky, and the mountains are hidden in front of them.
Under the word "Floating", there is an erased word "Yang".
Zheng Haizhu smiled and thought to himself that the change was indeed good. The word "Yang" is a bit inexplicable, but the word "Fu" not only fits the look and feel of the scenery, but also the image is quite chewable.
But when she opened her mouth, she was still filled with some light compliments of serious criticism: "The wonderful thing about Yang Youyang is that your energy is vigorous. Of course, floating is also good, floating is like a dream, just like a mirage."
Liu Qiao looked amused and said, "Oh, Madam, what you said is exactly the same as that of the young talented man."
"Oh? Such a fate? Then, Governor Liu, take me to meet this talented man from your company?"
Liu Qiao put the paper and pen on the public case: "Let's go to Zhao Prison to pick up the person. When we get to Zhao Prison, you will see the young man."
Several people walked into the imperial prison, and Zheng Haizhu confirmed at a glance that the young man copying in the sky was still the scribe who made her suspicious that day.
"Gu Qingquan, the poem you revised was appreciated by Mrs. Zheng." Liu Qiao said carelessly, with no airs of being a superior official in his tone.
The scribe Gu Qingquan lowered his head and bowed his waist, with his bowed hands fixed in the forward position, and respectfully said: "I am sincerely frightened, I am sincerely frightened."
Scriveners have no official status, they are hired by the Jinyiwei Yamen. They cannot even call themselves "humble positions."
Zheng Haizhu heard the report between him and Luo Sigong last time, and vaguely heard a few sharp pronunciations. Today, he heard that he had a different pronunciation of the word "cheng", so he asked harmoniously: "Could it be that Gu Xiaolang is like me, and his hometown is in the south?" of?"
Gu Qingquan's back straightened a little, but he still didn't dare to raise his head: "To tell you my wife, my hometown is in eastern Zhejiang. I came to Beijing with my elders when I was in elementary school. I can't help but speak with some local accent."
Zheng Haizhu praised: "Well, the good place in eastern Zhejiang is called the Road of Tang Poetry. No wonder you have excellent literary talent."
After saying that, without waiting for Gu Qingquan's response, he changed the subject and said to Liu Qiao: "Let's do business first. If you can, Governor Liu will take you to General Zhang's room."
Liu and Zheng walked in front, Luo Yangxing retreated slightly and followed behind, but Li Daniu sat down on the stone pier opposite Gu Qingquan's table.
Gu Qingquan looked at him in surprise.
Li Daniu pursed his lips and said: "Great scholar, you copy your official documents, what do you think I do?"
"Brother, you don't want to accompany your wife?"
Li Daniu put on a mature look: "Madam and Governor Liu have something to say to General Zhang. It's not convenient for my servants to listen."
Gu Qingquan showed a slight sign of understanding, rubbed his hands, sat down, frowned, and started copying.
Li Daniu couldn't sit still like a monkey buttocks. He stood up and walked around for a while, then went to chat with Gu Qingquan: "Great scholar, isn't Liuquan Residence in the capital famous? How about the drinks there?"
Gu Qingquan raised his head and answered politely: "It has been around since the time of Lord Jiajing. It originally started by selling Yuezhou rice wine. Now it is a three-story grand establishment."
Li Daniu's face surged with joy: "Hey, that's great. Our wife is hosting a banquet for General Zhang and a big shot tonight. I'm sure you'll have to retreat, so I can take the money sent by my wife and go downstairs." Sell wine."
As he spoke, he licked his tongue, as if he was already imagining the taste of pure brew.
Gu Qingquan said calmly: "Brother, I need to drink a few more cups."
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Prison cell.
The iron lock was opened, and Zhang Mingshi straightened his body and walked slowly from the shadows to the torch held by the jailer.
He had been informed of the pardon in advance, and for the first two days he was in a state of quiet joy at being saved from a desperate situation, but on the third day he became irritable again and asked when he would be let out.
At this moment, he recognized Liu Qiao at a glance, but stared at Zheng Haizhu suspiciously.
Who is this bitch?
Zheng Haizhu cupped her hands at him and said, "Congratulations to General Zhang. In the middle of spring this year, your son is happy to have Lin'er. My sister-in-law's illness has mostly recovered."
Zhang Mingshi was stunned at first, as if he didn't understand that the woman in front of him was talking about his Zhang family.
Then, the middle-aged general showed an expression that was difficult to distinguish between laughter and tears due to emotion: "The great monk is also a father? I am a grandfather? Well, this, this is really..."
Zhang Mingshi choked for a moment, sniffed, then wiped it from his forehead to his chin randomly, and said in a muffled voice: "I am definitely dreaming!"
For the guilty official who was imprisoned in the imperial edict, there was no way for his family members to visit him or send him letters. Zhang Mingshi had been stuck in the abyss at the end of the world for four whole years. While he was grieving for his injustice, his longing for his family was as blazing as fire.
At this moment, when I heard that my wife was well at home, and my eldest son had given me a grandchild, I really felt that I had returned from the abyss to the human world, and I was so happy that I went to heaven.
After a while, he came back to his senses and looked at Zheng Haizhu: "Who are you, your Majesty?"
Compared with the vigilance when they met just now, the tone of his voice now was obviously respectful.
He had clearly seen that Zheng Haizhu's hair style was that of a married woman, and seeing Liu Qiao accompanying her in person, he judged that her background was unusual.
But how could this person be so familiar with his family of sinners?
Zheng Haizhu did not shy away from Liu Qiao, and said without hesitation: "To make a long story short, I got acquainted with two young masters of the Zhang family in Shanyin a few years ago, and heard about General Zhang from them. The general guarded the southwest of the Ming Dynasty and conducted intensive research. Firearms. And I also have a firearms factory in Songjiang Prefecture, South Zhili, so I respect Duke Zhang. After traveling around, I went to Shaoxing to visit my sister-in-law, and also invited my son to visit the firearms factory in Songjiang."
Liu Qiao on the side intervened in time: "Old Zhang, let me add a few important words. Mrs. Zheng, like us, is not the nephew of a noble family, but she does a lot of business, and it is rare that she helped the court teach the Tatars a lesson." Zi and Hong Mao Fan, those two victorious battles were fought beautifully and happily! Now she has a sixth-grade imperial order. This time, she is looking for the censor master and the Imperial Masters of the Hanlin Academy to make some twists and turns. from."
Zhang Mingshi was stunned for a while after hearing this.
His face said "I have been imprisoned for several years, so many things have happened in the outside world."
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to understand why Zheng Haizhu fished him out.
It turns out that we are all of the same kind, whether it is making firearms or fighting.
