The moon is bright, the stars are sparse, and the cool breeze is blowing. This must be the most comfortable night in early summer. After dinner, the common people in the capital chat with the neighbors in front of their homes. The literati and poets go to teahouses and restaurants to stimulate their ambitions, while the dandy businessmen go to
Among the red light districts, Qianmen Dashilan is the most famous and lively area.
No matter what the external situation is, the people in the city should still eat, sleep, and of course continue to have fun. As long as the sky does not fall, life will continue. The poor have their own pastimes, and the rich have their own fun.
The business in Dashilan was not actually affected by the situation. There were sounds of silk and bamboo, and laughter could not be heard.
No one knows whether Huang Degong married ten girls. Anyway, this guy spent public funds and went out of the front door to have fun in a certain Rouge Lane.
But he is not fighting alone. The red light district outside the front door is particularly lively today, and the bustle is even greater than in the past. The Tatars retreating and the common people have another reason to have fun, and they come together one after another.
There are also a large number of soldiers among them. Among them, the fourth and third battalions of Dongdongchang are almost exhausted, and they are also ordered to play. On the eve of the war, Chang Yu wanted these men under his command to enjoy their lives to the fullest, knowing that
Will I still be alive when I leave the city tomorrow?
However, in order to maintain the reputation of the army, Chang Yu ordered him to travel in plain clothes and not to reveal his identity at will and cause trouble. Then he gave Lao Jiu two thousand taels of silver and asked him to lead the brothers in the third battalion to spend all the money.
That night, there was almost an uproar in Dashilar. According to statistics from the Nancheng Military and Horse Department, there were more than 20 drunken fights that night. They then tried to arrest people, but their heads were almost big after they were caught. This was later
talk.
Just when the front door was bustling with activity and was about to explode, a carriage was parked at the entrance of an alley near Zhengjue Temple in Juxianfang, Dongcheng South. There were several big men in black standing around the carriage, and it was vaguely visible that they were carrying weapons.
A dark figure walked slowly from the alley, and then got on the carriage. There was a person lying down in the carriage who was Chang Yu, the eunuch of Dongchang.
"Brother, the house with three horse-hitch posts at the door of the third house in front is the servant Zhou's house." Chunxiang got into the car and took a deep breath, looking at Chang Yu.
Who would have thought that Chang Yu, the dignified owner of the Ming Dynasty East Factory in the capital city beside the iron heel of the Qing army, was actually doing a shameful secret: he was entrusted by Princess Kunxing to disrupt her marriage.
If it were anyone else, naturally he wouldn't take this job. Of course, if it were anyone else, Zhu Yuluo wouldn't entrust it to him, but right now it's none other than Chang Yu.
For Chang Yu, if this matter was entrusted by others, he would simply ignore it, but for Princess Kunxing, it would be difficult for him to say no. This kind of compassion brought from later generations is difficult to explain clearly. Anyway, he does not have Princess Kunxing.
No matter what the bottom line is, whatever the princess wants to do, he will do his best.
But how to stir up pornography, he really couldn't figure it out for a while. He frowned and looked at Chunxiang opposite: "Have you thought of a good way?"
Well, Chunxiang nodded and made a gesture of wiping his neck: "I sent a few confidants to take action and create a scene of being robbed and killed..." Before he could finish his words, Chang Yu whispered angrily: "Nonsense! That's nonsense!"
Zhou Shixian didn’t do anything, so why is he guilty? Even if he was, it shouldn’t be a capital crime.”
Chunxiang spread his hands: "Brother wants to help, but he doesn't want to do anything wrong and is kind-hearted, so I have no choice. Anyway, in my opinion, this is the simplest and most direct way."
"It's direct, but it's not simple at all. Let's not let Zhou Shixian die unjustly. He was the emperor's consort and you killed him. Long Yan was so angry that he would definitely let Dongchang solve the case within a time limit. At that time, you couldn't
If you don't find a scapegoat, several lives will be lost in the blink of an eye, but you can tell me how simple it is."
Chunxiang rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I didn't think so, so what do you think I should do? Brother, why did you agree to Princess Kunxing? This matter is too tricky. One mistake..."
Chang Yu frowned and said nothing, got up and got out of the car and walked slowly towards the alley. The black shadow in the distance wanted to get closer, but Chunxiang behind him waved his hand to stop him. The two of them walked silently along the corner of the wall one after the other.
With.
It was dark now, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street. Not even a wild cat or dog could be seen in this dark alley. Chang Yu walked gently to the door of Zhou Mansion and looked up.
The Taipu is one of the Nine Qings, responsible for the emperor's horses and horse administration. To put it bluntly, he is the driver of future generations. He is responsible for managing the leader's travel and vehicle maintenance. Although this position is not high, it is trusted by the emperor, just like many leaders of later generations.
Like the driver, he was a confidant, so Zhou Shixian was selected as the consort. He was a captain himself, similar to a bodyguard on the car.
In short, a royal son-in-law does not necessarily have to be a wealthy person, but he must be reliable.
"After a long time, have you figured out a way to set fire to it?" Chunxiang saw Chang Yu wandering in front of the house for a long time like a thief.
Chang Yu turned around and glared at him: "Not only have you become more murderous these days, you have also learned to be ruthless."
Chunxiang curled his lips: "Isn't our Dongchang always like this? Who can be controlled otherwise?"
Chang Yu was speechless for a moment, sighed and looked up at the bright moon in the sky: "It's OK to be ruthless, but don't cross the line by killing innocent people." As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the carriage. He suddenly thought of something and asked Chunxiang: "Can you
Did you investigate Zhou Shixian?"
"I just don't know how long and thick he is. Brother, what do you want to know? This guy is quite a reliable person and I haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary," Chunxiang said.
"He has been designated as the consort, so he was careful not to do anything out of the ordinary on the eve of the wedding." Chang Yu nodded slightly, and then said: "Do you still remember that when the emperor chose the consort for Princess Kunxing, the ministers recommended two
Zhou Shixian is only one of the people, do you know who the other one is?".
Chunxiang pondered for a while and said: "I heard about this when I was investigating. I don't know who it is, but it seems that he was dismissed because of his personal ethics."
Chang Yu smiled and said nothing, because he had an inexplicable pity for Princess Kunxing in his previous life. He had read many historical materials about her and remembered a passage. When choosing a son-in-law, two people named Zhou were selected, but "one of them was Zhou".
, the minister corrected the tutor for being disrespectful" and finally the blame fell on Zhou Shixian.
A tutor who is disrespectful means, to put it bluntly, that his private life is inappropriate.
Brothers Chunxiang and Changyu were of the same mind, and when they saw his smile, they knew what he meant: "Yes, your move may not be clean."
Chang Yu chuckled: "At least no one will die from this! Isn't this much easier than killing someone?"
"The people in our Dongchang are not good at this kind of detailed work, and the further away the matter is, the better. Why not leave it to the Twelve Taibao?" Chunxiang suggested. Chang Yu nodded after thinking about it and raised his legs.
carriage.
"Is the factory owner going back to the palace or to the Yamen?" Lao Hu asked in a low voice.
Chang Yu was silent for a while in the car: "Go home, Lao Hu, go back to the Yamen by yourself and let Chunxiang drive the car." (To be continued)