In the fourth year of Taichang, winter is ten months.
The cold wind is blowing in the city of Beijing.
Outside the Imperial Academy in Chongjiao Square in the northeast corner, a sedan was parked under the wall.
Yue Tuo walked out of the sedan chair, accompanied by two servants, and around him were five or six guards in royal robes, staring coldly at Yue Tuo's master and servant.
The doorman saw clearly the color of Yue Tuan's clothes and the rat-tail on the back of his shaved head. He came up and asked the leader of the Jinyi Guards a few words, then turned around and sent a message.
Not long after, a young man in a long gown appeared at the threshold.
It is Dorgon who will be twelve years old next month.
Dorgon was stunned for a moment, then he ran to Yue Tuo as quickly as if he had seen his master's puppy.
Yue Tuo supported this "uncle" who was a whole round younger than him and looked at him carefully. The first thing he realized was that Dorgon's head, which was wearing a black net scarf, had already grown a layer of dense black hair. .
His gaze dropped again, resting on the boy's round-necked t-shirt.
Easy to tell, easy to obey. This was Zheng Haizhu's request for Dorgon, who was acting as a proton, to enter the capital four months ago in Sarhu.
At that time, among the leaders of the Eight Banners, the leader of the Two Yellow Banners, King Nurhachi of the Later Jin Dynasty, had just died of his injuries in the old city of Yehe tribe due to being hit by iron fragments from a cannonball.
On their deathbed, a generation of heroes failed to return to their homeland of Jianzhou, but died on the territory of their old enemies, the Yehe people.
The banner owners of Zhengbai Banner, Zhenglan Banner, Zhenghong Banner, and Xiangbai Banner all died under the swords of the Ming army's generals. Among the surviving flag owners of Houjin, the only flag owners of Xianglan Banner, Amin, and Xianghongqiqi were left alive. The Lord Yue entrusted it.
Amin was the son of Shuerhaqi, who had died many years ago. He had always held a grudge against Nurhaci for killing his father. On the tenth day of guarding Hetuala alone, Amin accepted the recruitment of Ming officials and left the Sarhu Valley. Let Juniper troops stationed in Hetuala.
Yue Tuo was the son of the deposed prince Daishan. He was captured by the Ming army on the Kaiyuan battlefield. After being escorted back to Hetuala by the commander of the Sichuan army, he also surrendered to the Ming Dynasty and was willing to honor Amin as the new leader of the Jurchens.
The above are the sayings that were spread into the pass by various caravans shortly after the Ming army opened the railway to the battle of Sarhu.
It was not until the early autumn that the imperial court announced that Jianzhou Jurchen would become the Ming Dynasty's Jixizhou, and that Amin, like Yan Siqi from Taiwan, would become the first Xuanfu Secretary. After much discussion, the matter was finally settled.
"Yue Tuan, how is my mother-in-law? How is Duduo?"
Dorgon's expectant inquiry pulled Yue Tuo out of his sad memories.
"The mother and son live in my house. Fujin and I will definitely take good care of them."
"Well, Yue Tuo, then you also bring a message to them. I have not suffered any hardship here. I am as good as the children of high-ranking officials in the Ming Dynasty."
"Okay, then I'm relieved. Uncle Dorgon, I'm going to discuss matters with the ministers in charge of the Ming Dynasty. I just want to ask if the Ming Dynasty will allow you, Eniang and Duoduo, to come to the country next spring after the road freezes. Come see you."
"That's great, go ahead."
Yue Tuo returned to the sedan chair, unable to express what he felt in his heart.
Before he came, he imagined Dorgon in various situations, haggard, frightened, depressed and irritable.
I just didn't expect that Dorgon actually didn't look too pitiful in terms of his mental and physical health.
Will this young son who was once the most favored by the Great Khan eventually become a Ming countryman?
"Yue Tuan, I said that Dorgon will definitely live a happier life in Beijing than in Hetuala."
After two sticks of incense, in the Yamen of the Ming Dynasty State Temple, Zheng Haizhu asked Yue Tuo about his schedule today, and said to Yue Tuo pleasantly.
Yue Tuo felt ridiculous for a moment.
The woman in front of her conspired with the civil servants and generals of the Ming Dynasty to commit such a war that destroyed Dajin, yet only half a year later, he was sitting across from her, discussing matters with her calmly.
Zheng Haizhu seemed to see Yue Tuo's hidden awkwardness, stared at him, and continued: "Yue Tuo, I hope you understand that there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. Before this summer, you were still Baylor of the Kingdom of Jin. I
, is an important minister of the Ming Dynasty. You sneaked into Chongming, stole my firearms technology, and killed my right-hand man. I retaliated with tooth, planted a hidden stake in your Hetuala, and also deceived you. Yue Tuo, we
We were once at odds with each other, but not anymore. The Kingdom of Jin is gone, and you, Manchuria, are now like Taiwan in the south, like Shili in Sichuan, and they are also considered my territory of the Ming Dynasty. You, in fact, are already my colleagues. You don’t have to
, and shouldn’t feel awkward.”
Yue Tuo listened silently, and after a long while, he calmly said: "Mrs. Zheng, tell me, the Ming Dynasty, no, where will the Ming Dynasty move half of our cattle in Manzhou next?"
"Go and ask Hong Shaoqing to come with you to discuss it." Zheng Haizhu told the officials waiting at the door.
After Hong Chengchou entered the check-in room, Zheng Haizhu ordered someone to fetch a map of Northeast Asia and spread it on the table.
Zheng Haizhu pointed to the Yakutsk in Siberia in later generations, to the Outer Xing'an Mountains, and then to the North Sea around Sakhalin Island, and said sternly to Yue Tuo: "Yue Tuo, in the next hundred years, people will obtain countless gold and silver from the vast ocean.
In Manchuria, you must defend this area because it has an outlet to the sea. And just last year, the Russians, with their beast-like cavalry, found Shiwei. As long as their team survives this severe winter
, continue to the east, and you will see the vast ocean. Once that day comes, they will gather more soldiers and slaves from their country and come over like locusts."
Yue Tuo stared at the map: "So, what the court means is that we Manchus should manage this area well to defend against the Russians, and then use the seaport to do business with various foreign countries?"
"That's right. Yue Tuo, the Ming Dynasty's taxes on Jizhou are much lighter than those on Zhejiang and Huguang provinces. But if you become slaves of the Russians, how will your life be like? You can send people to go abroad.
To the north of Khalkha Mongolia, ask around."
Hong Chengchou added from the side: "Moreover, if you go to war with the Russians, there are so many battalions outside the Ming Dynasty Great Wall that can give you support."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zheng Haizhu nodded, his face became more relaxed, looked at Hong Chengchou, and said to Yue Tuo: "After the Chinese New Year, I will patrol Shaanxi, and Hong Shaoqing will temporarily take over the post of state minister.
, you should report directly to Hong Shaoqing about your migration from Manchuria to the north."
After the discussion was over, Zheng Haizhu personally escorted Yue Tuo out and walked calmly through the long corridor of the Liubu Yamen.
Seeing Qipan Street in sight, Yue Tuan finally couldn't help it and asked: "Mu Zaohua, now..."
Zheng Haizhu said: "She is very good, but she is not in Daming."
…
When it was time to apply for admission, Zheng Haizhu came to the familiar courtyard after going off duty.
Before bodyguard Cai Feng knocked on the door, Zhu Yuewen had already opened the door.
Entering the room, Zheng Haizhu sat down, while Zhu Yuewen stood far away by the piano.
Zheng Haizhu was not going to waste time and said calmly: "It's been two months, has Mr. Zhu thought clearly?"
Zhu Yuewen did not answer directly, but said coldly: "It has been two months. Several times, when I took out the butterfly zither, I still thought of the kid Mo Rigen, as if I heard him play the first piece of music.
time, that cheerful string of Mongolian words.”
"Mr. Zhu, my people are capable at work, but they are not beasts. I have told them not to hurt Zana's son when arresting him. He is a child, and there is nothing wrong with him. Zana is afraid that his son will reveal more secrets.
I just covered him to death. You still don’t believe it?”
Zhu Yuewen's eyes began to focus and made contact with Zheng Haizhu.
"Madam, may I dare to ask you a question?"
"you say."
"What were you thinking about when you were in this house, listening to Mo Rigen and I playing the music for you with all our heart?"
Zheng Haizhu stood up and approached Zhu Yuewen.
"I was thinking, I hope that when Zhan is arrested, Mo Rigen will be safe and sound."
Zhu Yuewen's breath became rapid: "But what's the result?"
"In the end, the child died because his father was Nurhachi's loyal dog. His father was so stupid that he even sacrificed his own flesh and blood to the Mongols' so-called loyalty to the Jurchens."
"You, you speak so coldly, it is indeed you. Just like you, you are not only satisfying your desires, but you are also using me to fish for the Mongolian masterpieces of the Tatars."
Hearing this, Zheng Haizhu grabbed Zhu Yuewen's front: "Mr. Zhu, you and I are originally two types of people. Along the way, if I do anything, I have to consider whether it will harm the people around me.
Many people feel aggrieved and are in agony for the sacrifice of innocent people that I cannot control. Then, now, at this moment, in Liaodong, those alien wolves will harm more innocent people."
Zhu Yuewen was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and said in a low voice but with courage: "Madam, please don't touch Zhu again."
Zheng Haizhu let him go immediately.
The silence between the two didn't last long before Zheng Haizhu spoke again: "I already know the answer I want, so we can get together and part ways. Don't worry, I will never let my people embarrass you in the future.
.Mr. Zhu, you are a good person. I am so lucky that I have never had feelings for you, otherwise, I would have been sad for a long time."
…
In the fifth year of Taichang, in March of Yangchun, Zhu Youjian, the fifth son of the emperor, who was renamed King Ning, was granted the title of Daning.
The already married prince Zhu Youxiao sent Prince Ning out of the capital to Xifengkou, but Fang Yiyi said goodbye. The brotherly love was so deep that it became a good story.
Half a month later, Zheng Haizhu, who had been ordered to patrol Shaanxi Province, first turned to Daning Town in the north to meet his former students.
Zhu Youjian first led Zheng Haizhu to a duty room in the palace, and said proudly: "Master Zheng, this is the newly established position of the palace's edict in Daning. It is different from the position you gave me before."
Precious officials, like good medical officers, are all appointed by women."
As soon as he finished speaking, three or four women dressed in the costumes of royal officials and staff had already walked out of the duty room and greeted him respectfully.
"Your Majesty, Prince Ning's Palace has given instructions to Mrs. Zhang. I have met His Highness and Madam."
Zhu Youjian added: "She is also a member of the British clan in Kaifeng. She was recommended by my imperial sister-in-law."
Zheng Haizhu nodded, asked Mrs. Zhang a few words, and then mentioned that Mrs. Yao, the wife of Daning Governor Huang Zunsu, was the principal of his Songjiang School, and told Zhu Youjian to help introduce Principal Yao when he came to Daning to visit relatives.
After seeing a few more official positions held by women, Zhu Youjian and Zheng Haizhu returned to Prince Ning's Mansion.
While taking a break to drink tea, Zhu You checked the screen and stepped back, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Master Zheng, do you think that because of your great achievements last year, you will be recommended to the cabinet by the Ministry of Officials?"
"The Ministry of Civil Affairs recommended him, and Long Live has the same intention. I am your master, but I don't want to go to Shaanxi."
"Ah? Why?" Zhu Youjian looked surprised.
Although he is young, he also knows that joining the cabinet is the biggest dream of every civil servant of the Ming Dynasty.
"Your Highness, I also want to be a cabinet minister, but not now. Your master and I, in our prime years, should travel more to the Ming Dynasty, share the worries of the court, and more importantly, relieve the people of the Ming Dynasty. The more troublesome the place, the more I will
Want to go."
"No wonder you are on patrol in Shaanxi this time. You don't know that the general under General Ma, Man Gui, when he heard about it, his eyes widened like the stone lion at the door of Prince Ning's Mansion.
Many civil unrests began, and the magistrates of several counties were almost killed by the rebels."
Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "I'm not afraid of the Tatars in Liaodong. Am I still afraid of our own people in the Ming Dynasty? By the way, master, I have to say goodbye. I also want to see General Manchu and his wife."
…
One month later, Shaanxi, Xi'an Prefecture, southern suburbs.
Zhang Yanke stepped down from the carriage.
When the postman saw the handsome appearance of the handsome young man, he hurriedly came up to him and bowed to him: "Is this Mr. Zhang who is here to see Mrs. Zheng?"
Zhang Yanke said "yes", looked at the cars with no other officials on the left and right, relaxed, and complained in a low voice: "You invited me to such a quiet place in such a hurry, what are you going to do?"
?”
In the simple courtyard of the post house, Zheng Haizhu asked Zhang Yanke to sit down, then stood aside, and even his personal servants were driven out.
Zhang Yanke had an expression of fake horror on his face: "Mrs. Zheng, Miss Zheng, that's not right. At your age, it is really inappropriate to call you a girl. Mr. Zheng, what you are doing today is asking me to pledge myself to you and return the favor."
To repay the debt I owe you for so many years?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zheng Haizhu did not respond with a matching smile to his clumsy joke, but looked at him with profound meaning: "It's not you who pays the debt,
It’s about repaying my debt. It’s not about repaying love, it’s about repaying money. Thank you for sponsoring my school in the first place. Yanke, do you know the name of this place?”
Zhang Yanke curled his lips: "Does the person in the barren mountains have a name?"
"This place is called Hejiacun. In the overseas notes collected by my brother, someone who claimed to be a descendant of the Hu people in the Tang Dynasty wrote that during the Jianzhong period of the Tang Dynasty, when the Jingyuan mutiny and the rebels attacked Chang'an, some officials were in a hurry and buried a large number of treasures.
At Xinghuafang in Chang'an. After I came to Shaanxi, I confirmed with many local students that this place was Xinghuafang in Chang'an back then. Moreover, there were never any grave robbers digging graves, so everything should still be there.
.”
Zhang Yanke's flat mouth suddenly opened wide.
A treasure from the Tang Dynasty!
God, he and his father are both expert collectors. He knows better than anyone else that something from the Tang Dynasty, even a small gold-inlaid agate cup, costs several thousand taels of silver, and is often still valuable.
"Master Zheng, Aunt Zheng, oh, you are really, you are really the biggest gambling win that I, Zhang Yanke, have ever won in my life. You, you really don't need me to pledge my life to you?"
"You should think of a way to dig it out first. I will give you a legitimate excuse in the name of the patrol. If you really dig it out, you can donate some to the court. You can decide how much profit you can give me from the share you keep.
What do I want to do with your body? All I want is money."
"Okay, follow your orders!"
The two of them quickly finished talking about this important matter and came to the front hall. The postmaster quickly called to the kitchen to serve the noodles.
When Zheng Haizhu heard the name of the postman clearly, he was suddenly startled.
"What's your name?" she asked the young man who came in with a straight face.
The young man replied in panic: "My, my name is Li Zicheng."
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