When Zheng Haizhu walked outside the door of Zhu Yuewen's house, the sound of piano and morinouqin came from the courtyard.
Zheng Haizhu pushed the door open and entered, and the music suddenly stopped.
Zhu Yuewen was surprised: "Why did Madam come at this hour?"
"After finishing the official business, I'll be off duty early."
As Zheng Haizhu spoke, he turned his attention to the man holding the Morin Qin.
The man is about the same age as Zhu Yuewen. He is not wearing a robe, and his shirt and trousers are clean light blue.
Even though he was dressed like a wise man, his overly flat face and slender eyes were obviously different from the men in the capital area.
A little boy squatting in the corner ran over and leaned against the man in green shirt, staring at Zheng Haizhu with eyes carved out of the same mold as his.
Zhu Yuewen hurriedly introduced: "Madam, his name is Zana, he is the Mongolian musician I told my wife. This is his baby."
Before he finished speaking, Zana had already pulled his son to his knees and wanted to kowtow to Zheng Haizhu.
"Don't kneel, let alone kowtow. I don't have such etiquette here," Zheng Haizhu said, turning around and motioning to the bodyguard leader Cai Feng to take out his robe, took a handful of fine silver coins, and handed it to the little boy, "I'll buy it for you.
Play with sugar paintings."
The little boy spread out his palms, raised his ten fingers, and took the silver.
Zheng Haizhu remembered very clearly that she had seen more than once in Chahar that the children of slaves received rewards from their masters in this way.
Zheng Haizhu put on a kind smile and asked the child: "What is your name?"
"Mo Rigen." The child said timidly.
"Oh, where did you live before? How did you come to the capital with your father?"
The Mongolian doll looked confused, obviously not understanding these two somewhat complicated Chinese sentences.
Zhu Yuewen knew that Zheng Haizhu had always been suspicious.
After having a stable relationship in bed, men are no longer as afraid of women as they were when they first started dating last year.
He naturally replaced the frightened Mongolian father and son and said to Zheng Haizhu: "My wife told me that the morinouqin has a special sound, and she also directed me to look for it near the Yellow Sect temple in central Beijing, and sure enough I saw some Mongolian violinists. Mo Rigen,
He is the best at playing the piano, so I invited him over to practice the music. I reported last time that I would introduce him to Madam, but Madam has just taken up the post of Minister of State, so I plan to talk about it next month."
"Oh," Zheng Haizhu still said with a pleasant expression, "Mongolian tribes, big and small, are all the same as cattle. Have you asked him which tribe he belongs to?"
Zhu Yuewen said: "After asking, it turned out to be a small tribe under the Duoyan Sanwei. Now it should be Nei Khalkha. I also asked the head of the neighborhood where they live. Indeed, after following the caravan in, first
Give it to the handyman in the Yellow Sect temple."
"Both father and son, don't they understand Chinese well?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't matter, let's play music. There's no need to speak Chinese or Mongolian. What new piece of music did you write? Let me listen to it."
Zheng Haizhu sat on a chair in the courtyard. After listening to the combination of the piano and the morinouqur, he gave Zha Na a thumbs up and praised him a few words in the loose Mongolian dialect he learned when he was sent to Chahar as an envoy.
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Switching back to Chinese, Da Lielie said to Zhu Yuewen: "I will go to the outside of the customs in a few days and return to Beijing before the twelfth lunar month. This time I will go further to deal with the Rakshasa people. They have already crossed the west.
The two big rivers are about to take over the Outer Khalkha. We, the Ming Dynasty, have to quickly connect with them to see if we can fool them and go east to fight the Tatars. By the way, the Rakshasa people
Like the Thai people, they also have many good musical instruments, I will bring you some later."
After Zhu Yuewen heard this, he murmured in his heart that his wife had always been cautious in her words and deeds, but now she was talking so much in front of a stranger she was meeting for the first time.
Zhu Yuewen didn't understand these words, except for the first and last sentence.
Before he finished mumbling, Zheng Haizhu changed the topic and said bluntly: "Let the father and son leave first, I will stay with you for a while."
Zhu Yuewen counted the days and knew that Zheng Haizhu would never have sex with him today, and would definitely leave after dinner.
He went to the restaurant at the entrance of the alley and ordered two tables of food, one for Cai Feng and others who were guarding the front yard, and one for the inner hall.
After drinking two cups of wine, Zhu Yuewen plucked up the courage and said, "Madam, is it true that you don't want to have a child, or do you just look down on me?"
Zheng Haizhu put down his chopsticks and looked at the other party calmly: "I have no attachment to you. But I will not have sex with a man I despise. I just don't like children."
Zhu Yuewen still refused to give up: "My baby is in this house, just follow me. I won't delay my wife from doing important things for the court."
Zheng Haizhu lowered his eyes and said nothing.
If the Mongolian didn't take the bait, she would seriously consider whether to end the physical comfort relationship with Zhu Yuewen.
She was not sure whether Zhu Yuewen was really in love with her, or whether he was just like many tough-tongued men in later generations who, as they grew older, thought about returning to continue the family line.
No matter what the reason was, she couldn't just walk away yet.
She needs Zhu Yuewen as bait for the Hou Jin spy. Although, she will also work hard to ensure the safety of the bait.
"People like me can't have weaknesses," Zheng Haizhu raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Yuewen sincerely, "If you want to have flesh and blood and find a suitable woman, you can start a family with peace of mind. We are just about etiquette. You have to be here
Once you have achieved something musically, I will not stop using it once it is applied."
Zhu Yuewen lowered his head, bit his lip gently, and groped for the carvings on the edge of the table with his long fingers that had been playing the piano for many years.
After a while, he uttered: "I offended Madam. I am too greedy."
Zheng Haizhu pursed her lips slightly, stretched out her hand without hesitation, covered the back of the man's hand, and said softly: "It's nothing, it's human nature."
Zhu Yuewen suddenly looked deeply: "I will not leave Madam."
"Okay, I'm very happy. But you are not a parrot I keep in a cage. You can fly wherever you want."
Zhu Yuewen was about to confess, but Zheng Haizhu dropped his gentle expression and asked: "Zana, is it strange that you have a relationship with me?"
"That's not true, they Mongolians, it's simple here," Zhu Yuewen pointed to his brain, "Zana thought that I was your domestic slave."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zheng Haizhu stood up and said: "I'm leaving. Remember, you are not my weakness, even in front of the Holy Emperor and the noble concubine, I always say this
Yes. This is more appropriate for you."
After the last ray of sunset faded from the sky, Xu San turned in from the back door of the new house a few alleys away from Zheng's business.
"Madam, did you meet the Mongolian spy today?"
"Well, Chen Sanni has been following him for a while and said that he is indeed a bit weird. He doesn't usually interact with other Mongolians or Ming people."
Xu Sandao: "Yes, if you are an ordinary outsider, how can you not get together with your fellow villagers? Looking at the time, there is nothing wrong. Madam ordered me to send a message, Zaohua blew the wind to the Tatars, and then there were a bunch of people in front of the Huangjiao Temple
Among the Mongolians, one person is so good at playing the piano and the others are poor at playing the instrument. Isn't this the same as Zaohua's idea? So the one Mr. Zhu invited must be a spy sent by the old chief or Huang Taiji."
Zheng Haizhu nodded: "I will let Chen Sanni keep an eye on it."
"Then from now on, madam, please be careful when you go to Mr. Zhu's place."
"You should be careful, but even without Zaohua's warning, the Tatars would not kill me. What's the use of killing me now? I'm not a general leading an army. They finally planted a hook to take it.
Of course, it’s all kinds of information, not my life.”
"Well, that makes sense." Xu San understood.
"Xu San, go back to Liaodong and try to inform Zaohua and ask her to deceive the Tatars, not only to feed them opium, but also to lure them to Huining and the Rakshasa people in North Korea. We in the capital will try our best to let the old chief
The false information fed back by the spies confirmed that Zaohua had foresight."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Also, prepare a few more pipes like Yuanyang pots for Zaohua, so she can't really smoke opium."
"clear."
After Xu San left, Zheng Haizhu walked to the moonlight in the courtyard.
Before she became the Minister of State, she entrusted the business to Shi Yuelan, Lao Qin and Zheng Zhilong, moved out of the warehouse and bought another mansion.
In the new house, Hua Er and Chen Sanni appeared as maids, while Cai Feng and the others were upright servants.
At this moment, Chen Sanni walked in and saw the owner looking up at the bright moon with a smile. She couldn't help but curiously asked: "What is madam smiling about?"
"It's nothing. I worked as an official in the Liubu Yamen for a month. Looking around, I saw that there were quite a few stupid civil servants in the Ming Dynasty."
Chen Sanni was also happy: "To be honest with you, madam, Sanni only realized after joining madam that officials are sometimes stupider than us country people."
After saying that, he turned around and went into the house to make Zheng Haizhu's bed.
Chen Sanni didn't know that Zaohua was alive.
Zheng Haizhu couldn't tell her that when he looked up at the moon, he was talking to Wu Bondang in the sky: "You really have a good apprentice."
