Eighty-nine things about the affairs of the Ming Dynasty are vague, and human feelings cover up two or three points. Chapter 245: Zuo Guangdou invites his wife to go. Zheng Haizhu watched Ma Xianglin and his subordinates' fast horses billowing smoke and dust to the east. 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 sword. After all, we are in a special period now and her husband has been transferred out of the capital in an emergency. 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 alleviated the panic of the young expectant mother.
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 out of the car in front of the door, the man squatting at the base of the wall stood up abruptly, with a face full of hospitality, and came over to greet me.
It was Qin Fang, the Yaman recruited by Zheng Haizhu in Bandaoer, 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 boat and went to Tongzhou to patrol the fields again. The younger one was squatting there early in the morning. He immediately called the villagers, oh, he was surrounding the Yushi
, tell me everything that needs to be said. Well, Madam is 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 Master 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, you are not busy rewarding the little ones. There is a more urgent matter waiting for you, madam. Please don't worry, madam. This is 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 and looked around. Fang 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 that day."
The person who occupies the land in the name of Zhuang is Li Xuanshi, who is called Xili, who wants land for her natal family. The ancestors of the family were worried that the lady would live alone in the inn, just in case... Mr. Zuo said that Mrs. Zuo and Mrs. Zuo came from the south this year.
Moving here, there are many female relatives in the mansion, and it is very cheap, so I asked my wife to take the servants and maids to move to the left mansion."
When Zheng Haizhu heard this, of course he was happy.
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 even before he died. No wonder he was quickly dealt with by a group of civil servants during the palace transfer case.
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 took 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, so you two will find another inn to live in. You can follow him during the day and he will teach you how to do things.”
Qin Fang was finally convinced that he had met a noble person as the storybook said, and he made trouble: "Young man will live up to this good fortune."
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This night, although the curfew in the capital was stricter, no matter whether it was a deep compound or a simple house, 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 true 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 current popular books they were reading, in the hard-working eight-legged art, in the worry about their future livelihood, 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.
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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 he was talking about a moment ago.
"Master, this slave has something to report."
Zhu Qianyu frowned subconsciously: "I'm not your Jurchen, some kind of master and 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 me."
Zhu Qianyu remained calm: "Madam's title? Are you the family member of which official in the capital?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case. My ears are pretty good, and the Liu family's place is cramped. So when the woman's maid came to announce, I was able to hear clearly. They came from Fusi, Beizhen. Your Highness, if you are a member of your family,
It's not like he was visiting a prisoner, so how could he go to Beizhen Fusi alone? Besides, if he got the title of wife because he benefited from the favor of his husband's descendants, he wouldn't have the word 'Anyuan'."
"Okay, I got it. Our people will go check it out," Zhu Qianxuan 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 Chinese 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 a dressing, but he was also treated politely by Nurhaci , was acquainted with the young Huang Taiji, and they often hunted together. In the forty-fourth year of Wanli, Nurhachi became a self-made Khan. Huang Taiji, who was very scheming and focused on spying and setting up a network, ordered Bo Xun to lurk back to the Ming Dynasty and first go to his hometown in Shanxi to practice medicine. Two years later, he came to the capital again 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."