Finally, he walked out of the front door, looked up at the small building and courtyard, and said longingly: "It's still a little smaller."
Lin Jing glanced at the small buildings and yards on both sides, and felt satisfied when he saw that there was room for development. He turned his head and continued looking, saying to himself: "What name should I give... This is appropriate, and
It has a certain meaning, yes, just name it Nanxi Pavilion!”
Nanxi Jiuzhou (Nanxi Jiuzhou) has rich meanings, and it goes without saying. In addition, Lin Jing's ancestor was Zhuojun-Nanxi Prefecture, which is a very suitable name.
Lin Jing was satisfied with the name, looked at it for a while, then turned and left.
Just as Gu Xiancheng did not expect that Donglin Academy, which he founded due to the opposition struggle, would become a powerful nemesis of the Ming Dynasty, Lin Jing also did not expect that his Nanxi Pavilion would develop to such a scale in the future and how much influence it would have on the Ming Dynasty!
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Early the next morning, he was summoned to the Etiquette Department, which appointed Huang Qihan as the official special envoy to express condolences to the boss Nur Hafeng, and Lin Jing as the deputy special envoy, and the other five people were quickly in place.
The appointment of the Ministry of Rites was very low-key, and only one doctor came forward.
Obviously, Ding Guoqing (the Ming Dynasty) would try his best to lower the specifications of this task. Even if the government and the public knew this, they still cared about certain things and did not dare to let it go "blatantly".
The etiquette department acknowledged only a few things and reiterated that there should be no contact other than "comfort," let alone any outrageous words.
But in the end, he threw out a sentence: "Measure in proportion and decide the problem", turning his previous words into nonsense.
Huang Qihan was expressionless from beginning to end, and had not even met Lin Jing. The others came from various departments in the six departments. They were all small officials below the seventh level, had no right to speak, and were cautious.
The date of departure from the capital is set as the eighth day of the eighth day. It is expected to arrive in Jinling on the 22nd, and then return to Xichuan on the 31st. "Report to Governor Yuan first."
Lin Jing knew the depth of the matter and didn't say much. After leaving the etiquette department, he went back to the house and changed his clothes. After turning a few corners, he came to Nanxi Pavilion.
Zhang Yewei's six people were already waiting. Lin Jing looked at the six people, introduced himself, and then began to assign their tasks.
At the same time, they were taught how to ambush Jinling, how to collect the required information, how to establish an intelligence network, how to make contacts, how to deliver information, etc.
Zhang Yewei is not stupid. Obviously, this is not what supervisors should do, nor is it simple "protection".
But the six people didn't ask too many questions, they just listened and answered.
Lin Jing held the scale, talked for more than an hour, and communicated with them to make sure there were no problems. Then they gave them money and asked them to leave immediately and rush to the frontier.
On the eighth day of the eighth day, I will go to the frontier fortress. Lin Jing has many things to arrange and many people he wants to meet.
In the morning of the fifth day of the fifth day, he and the National Defense Force went to the Ministry of War to obtain the seal of entry and exit of the border fortress.
Huang Qihan looked arrogant and expressionless.
It was a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who came out of the Ministry of War. He handed the Guan Fang seal to two people, gave a serious explanation, and then left.
Both Huang Qihan and Lin Jing knew that the matter was sensitive, and they did not delay, so they turned to sending troops.
"Master Wang, please."
-Wu Zhihuan, the right servant of the Ministry of War
The frontier boss who should have been dismissed turned out to be a proper servant of the Ministry of War. His position was higher than that of the powerful Yuan Chonghuan.
It must be said that this is also an official miracle.
Wu Zhihuan's miracle was related to Lin Jing to some extent, but after Wu Zhihuan entered the capital, he had never seen Lin Jing. Today was an accidental encounter.
Wu Zhihuan didn't know Lin Jing, so he glanced at his supervisor uniform and walked into the Ministry of War with a smile as usual.
Lin Jing is not going to crawl and hug his thighs. After Wu Zhihuan leaves, he will turn around and dispatch the team.
Huang Qihan suddenly broke the silence, snorted coldly, and said, "Don't think Wu Zhihuan is worthy of your trust. It's best to tell the truth to me!"
Lin Jing stopped, turned to look at him, and said: "I don't care about your plan for Yuan Chonghuan. The Hu people are bloodthirsty beasts with no morals. I suggest you not to have any illusions about them."
"Ignorant and stubborn!" Huang Qihan waved his hand and strode away.
Lin Jing looked at him from behind and said, "Who is so stubborn?"'
The two sent troops one after another. Huang Qihan and Lin Jing had nothing to say, and Lin Jing did not want to disturb him.
Lin Jing had an appointment with Tian Guangyao and Du Hongxi today. He has been to the Metropolitan Procuratorate for many days, and he wants to know the internal situation of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
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Forbidden City, Taihe Palace.
Tianqi looked at the souvenir, his face was green and his eyes were full of anger.
These memorials are difficult questions. Six cabinets gave the "sage judge" the most votes, which pushed all questions to him.
Tianqi violently pushed all the souvenirs on the table away, scattered them on the floor, and said angrily: "What do I want you to do!"
The surrounding internal supervisors remained silent and did not dare to say a word.
Tianqi sat on the chair, his face was red, his breathing was rapid, and his eyes were full of anger.
After all, the Donglin sect and the eunuch sect are the same, they are all the same!
He understands more and more that no matter which faction the Ming civilians belong to, their essence is the same. There is nothing better than bad!
One is worse than the other!
Tianqi was angry, his face was very angry, he had nowhere to express his anger, and his expression was somewhat...
The surrounding internal monitors lowered their heads, afraid to breathe.
Tian Qi's face twisted, and he suddenly turned to an internal monitor and said, "Where is Wei Zhongxian?"
The huge imperial court, Wei Zhongxian can help him.
The internal supervisor turned around and said respectfully: "Long live, eunuch Wei has gone to Dongchang Factory."
Two puffs of white air rose from Tianqi's nostrils, his face was frustrated and angry, and his eyes turned to the door.
Seeing Tianqi's anger, the internal supervisors looked at each other quietly. One of the internal supervisors turned around and was flattered: "Long live, Taiyechi has been sluggish recently. If you are playing on the ice, then you must not play."
Tian Qi frowned, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said: "There are things in the palace that I have never played before, I just want to say something new!"
An internal monitor listened to Tianqi's words, his eyes widened, and said: "Long live, there is no one in the palace, but there is one outside the palace."
In fact, Tian Qi rarely left the palace because he had only been emperor for a few years and his performance in the palace was not enough. This chapter has been completed!