The atmosphere in the four-person discussion room in the hall did not become cold for long before Zheng Haizhu stood up.
"Mr. Yang Gong, Zuo Gong, and Mr. Wang, I have told everything about what I saw and guessed when I went to the inner court and the Taoist temple. As soon as the Youshi hour is over, the curfew will be lifted, and I must go back to my house."
The curfew is just an excuse to avoid it first, but it is actually a measure of caution.
What are the identities of Yang Zuo and Wang Wenyan, and Wang Wenyan is the hidden military advisor of Wang An and Donglin court officials.
Zheng Haizhu understands that those plots in cool articles that can make the other party call him boss with just a few sentences are all lies.
I have not yet been truly accepted into the core of the think tank by these civil servants or men on staff.
Now, she, Zheng Haizhu, is just a living chess piece that is relatively easy to use.
Just bring the words to the living chess, there is no need to linger around, stretch your head and neck, and wait to see Yang Lian immediately arrange his troops. This will teach these people of the opposite sex who cannot look at women at face value after all, and feel disgust in their hearts.
Moreover, Yang Lian's face was as dark as water, and his eyebrows were knitted and his fists were clenched. It seemed that he was more annoyed that the emperor was greedy for women after the court, and did not care about the dragon's body. He had to think of a solution from the perspective of a foreign minister in a moment.
There seems to be no solution to the problem.
Wouldn't it be damaging his proud face to stare at Yang for advice?
Zheng Haizhu chewed a wonton, swallowed it, nodded and said: "Yes, Mr. Huang was my first supporter. When doing business, you always start from a familiar place and slowly expand outward. Besides, Mr. Wang is in Bo
I have been in the treacherous Jianghu, but I still choose Donglin, which makes me feel more at ease. It can be seen that I have the same view as Renjie."
Wang Wenyan's heart moved slightly. Before he took the wine glass and drank it, he pursed his lips and said, "It turns out that Madam has also inquired about Wang's origin."
When Wang Wenyan heard this, he raised his eyelids, and a hint of appreciation flashed across his eyes.
After leaving the other business where Wang Gonggong was contacted, Zuo's carriage trotted towards Zheng's business.
Zheng Haizhu has met a lot of people in the past few years, and it is rare for a man who has entered his forties to occasionally still have the sparkle of a young man in his eyes.
When Zheng Haizhu sighed deeply, the carriage slowed down until it stopped.
"A wise man may make mistakes. However, Wang has sent his subordinates to follow Madam for a while these days, and now he is somewhat relieved."
It's Wang Wenyan.
Zheng Haizhu grinned: "Mr. Wang can't even trust Mr. Huang Zunsu Huang?"
If Wu Bang Bang had not died, he could have sat across from him and listened in the night that was about to become chaotic.
When Wang Wenyan cast his gaze back, he saw no displeasure or surprise on Zheng Haizhu's face.
Wang Wenyan took a step forward, showed the sign in his hand, and said in an equally polite tone: "Wang has this, the palace gave it to me, so it doesn't matter."
After Zheng Haizhu finished speaking, he took the wine flask, filled the porcelain cup in front of him, and raised the glass to Wang Wenyan: "Sir, I am a jailer, and I am a businesswoman. If we hadn't earned our reputation through hard work,
, can't get into the eyes of those ministers who were born as Jinshi. It doesn't matter, we and they need each other, so let's go hand in hand with the words righteousness and benefit, as long as it is worthy of the country's destiny and the people's livelihood."
Wang Wenyan poured himself a cup of fine wine, then pushed the steaming bowl of wontons to Zheng Haizhu.
Zheng Haizhu pulled the bowl to his hand and said with a smile: "I originally thought that Mr. Wang came from the state prison where he was sentenced to prison, and he also worked in the Ministry of Punishment. He should have a majestic and majestic style. I didn't expect him to be so gentle and gentle."
Wang Wenyan took a sip of wine, put down the glass, and said sincerely: "Madam, you must be happy. Since Wang is so valued by Wang Gonggong and Dong Lin, you can't take the people who come to seek refuge with them lightly. Madam is a heroine with great achievements.
How can Wang be sure who the madam is from and whether she will set a trap for Wang Gonggong and Dong Lin?"
She suddenly missed Bond Wu.
Wang Wenyan smiled and said: "Madam, you praise Wang. In life, there is only the word 'gamble' and the word 'luck'. If there was a way to get to know Qi Chuzhe, maybe Wang would have a different face."
Wang Wenyan handed a small folded paper to the boy behind him, and said warmly: "Go to Mrs. Zheng's account, give a name card to Mrs. Zheng's subordinates, and say that I and Mrs. are discussing something, please don't worry.
"
Zheng Haizhu lifted the curtain at the front of the car and took a look.
Wang Wenyan's eyebrows became more and more relaxed: "Then Wang asked more directly. Madam's heart towards Donglin is just because of her... friendship with Huang Zunsu?"
She would tell him that today, just as she made up the story that Nurhaci had bribed Li Yongfang when she went to Hetuala, she added some extra details to Taoist Jingzhao's view of Baoxu, in order to ignite the raging suspicion in the hearts of the courtiers.
fire.
The woman said calmly: "Mr. Wang, don't you care about the curfew?"
The wine shop is not big, but the courtyard is deep.
He curled his lips and said, "You just want to watch Long Live the Lord come to your palace every day?"
"Mrs. Zheng must have skipped dinner and had a few hot bites first. You people from South Zhili must like these little crepe wontons."
She was not surprised by Wang Wenyan's reaction. Who gave her the information advantage over future generations?
Zheng Haizhu blew the wontons in the spoon: "The name is resounding, and there are admirers who look up to it and inquire about it. Just like us who open trading companies everywhere and hang up our trade names, busy people like Mr. don't take the time to ask questions.
Did you know the location of our shop?"
Zheng Haizhu said: "I think this is a bad strategy, to scare the snake away. Yang and Zuo should not rely on their status as public officials to drag Sun Chengzong, the master of God, to come to Long Live Lord and learn from Hai Rui's attitude towards him.
Lord Jiajing is like that, he indulges in wine, sex, wealth and so on. He advises Lord Long live to keep his heart and keep his desires. Lord Long live has been a useless prince for half his life, and now he has finally turned around. The emperor is also a human being. Once he is released from prison, he can indulge as much as he wants, and no one can think of it.
Stop him with a few words of truth."
Zheng Haizhu was leaning in the car, looking at the pedestrians and shop lights on one side of the street through the gap in the car curtain.
Zheng Haizhu then turned around, sent the Zuo family's carriage back, followed Wang Wenyan, turned around an alley, and entered a wine shop.
Zheng Haizhu jumped off the carriage without hesitation.
Zheng Haizhu met his gaze: "Mr. Wang, don't you think like me?"
The young man bowed in response and took the order and left.
"Sir, he is very direct and doesn't talk nonsense. He is very similar to us businessmen."
According to historical records, Wang Wenyan was ordered to be imprisoned by Wei Zhongxian a few years later. Under various tortures by the eunuchs, he still refused to frame Yang Lian.
A smart operator may not be indifferent to the word "righteousness" deep in his heart.
Wang Wenyan thought to himself, you, a woman, really dare to speak disobedient words.
But what was different from the original battle in Fushun was that Taoist Jingzhao rescued Zheng Haizhu when they met by chance.
The two of them sat down in the booth behind the rockery pavilion, when a young waiter came unannounced and brought them drinks and snacks.
Wang Wenyan lowered his voice: "So, madam, you are not anxious to rescue me, but you want to make Wang Gonggong and Yang Lian believe in your plan?"
The driver of the Zuo family turned around and said, "Madam, there is an old man in front who is saluting and wants to talk. Madam, you see he is an acquaintance?"
"That's right," Zheng Haizhu said, "You are not in bad health and can't afford to be in trouble. How can you support our speculation?"
Zheng Haizhu then left Fu Li.
Zheng Haizhu believes that only Wu Bangdang, who has the mentality of a counselor and has walked with him for a period of life, can understand and explain the cold tactics, instead of superficially commenting on the four words "women's kindness".
Wang Wenyan clinked the wine glasses with her, drank it down in one gulp, and then said again: "We say we are working together, but with our status, we should be more diligent and smart, and do the work of building bridges and paving roads for them." Zheng
Madam, just now Mr. Yang said that he would find a reason to impeach Li Kezhuo of Honglu Temple in the past few days until he was dismissed from office, and there would be no chance to enter the palace to face the saint again. What do you think?"
"Haha," Wang Wenyan put down his wine glass, "Mr. Zuo and I persuaded Mr. Yang. But we can't just sit back and watch. What preparations can we make secretly?"
"Mr. Wang, in addition to gambling and luck, there is also the word 'righteousness'. Whoever you choose is not necessarily good or evil, but if you choose both sides, you will be a dirty person. Throughout the ages
, the three surnamed domestic slaves are the most despised."
Zheng Haizhu thought for a moment and then changed his tone to a respectful discussion: "First, keep an eye on Li Kezhuo to see who he has private contacts with; second, find someone to leave a certificate for the medicine residue coming out of the Imperial Pharmacy. In such a large inner court, the princes and the public
There are also quite a few godsons who are little flamers; thirdly..."
After hearing the third matter, Wang Wenyan shook his head and nodded again, smiling: "Madam, there are really no taboos in discussing matters."
There was no hint of intimacy on Zheng Haizhu's face, she just paused, then suddenly took out a paper bag from her sleeve, placed it on the table, and opened it carefully.
"Mr. Wang is well-informed. Can you help me see if there is any poppy shell powder in these medicinal residues?"