Looking at the two people who lowered their heads and whispered in the distance, these Qianhu didn't dare to say anything.
One is his immediate boss, and the other is the uncrowned king of the Ming Dynasty. Both of them are existences that he cannot afford to offend. No matter what they say, he just pretends that he has not heard them.
When Xu Kaiying heard Xiao Chen's words, although she understood what he wanted to say, she still felt a little embarrassed.
"I am a little eager to perform meritorious service, but it is difficult for me to explain to the emperor that these five or six hundred school captains were killed like this. I just want to find these men in black, even if I can't
If you take them down, you should also know a little bit about their foothold. Otherwise, in the eyes of the emperor, what is the difference between the royal guards and the wine sacks and rice sacks?"
Looking at Xiao Chen, Xu Kaiying said sincerely.
"Master Xu, we have lost enough people tonight. We have to shrink the defense line and stop searching with great fanfare. If these people dare to attack the Jinyiwei, the power behind them will definitely not be small. There are only a dozen people, that power
Still can't hide them? The brothers are already frightened by what happened tonight, so stop fussing over it." Staring at each other, Xiao Chen said calmly.
"Okay, then I will do as Master Ziyi said." Xu Kaiying replied softly with a helpless expression on her face.
"In the case of Huailaiwei, I don't believe that Qianhu Jinyiwei would assassinate King Zhao in public. As long as I still have the power to handle the case, I will not let Jinyiwei take the blame." Xiao Chen laughed.
Although tonight's decision may make Xu Kaiying unhappy, and he will complain about himself in his heart. However, the matter of Huailaiwei is a problem in his heart.
As long as he is led by this joke, Xu Kaiying should be as generous as ever in supporting Dongchang.
Zhongzhen Inn, in the upper room of the Jade Room on the third floor, Mr. Zhang, dressed in civilian clothes, stood at the window with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at the night in the capital through the window made of colored glaze.
The capital city in front of us was already pitch black. Occasionally, there were a few lights, which flickered a few times in the distance. The weak ones were almost ignored.
Tonight, Wang Zhongzhen launched an attack on the Jin Yiwei outside the Dongchang Prison.
There has been no news back yet, so Mr. Zhang is inevitably a little worried.
Although the target this time is not the prince in the Dongchang Prison, he only needs to kill some of the Jinyi guards on the outside and pretend to attack the prison and want to assassinate the prince.
However, after all, there are thousands of Jinyiwei captains.
Although they are not waiting in the same place, they can respond to every call. If someone unfortunately falls into the hands of the Jin Yiwei, they will have to go to great lengths to kill him and silence him.
Alas, these charlatans are not easy to use.
Mr. Zhang shook his head, left the window, returned to the table and sat down.
He picked up the tea bowl on the table, brought it to his mouth without intending to taste it, and then gently placed it on the table again.
There was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, followed by three gentle knocks on the door.
"Dong dong dong."
"Yes, I'm here." Looking at the door, Mr. Zhang responded lightly.
With a creak, the door was gently pushed open, and it was the manager of the Zhongzheng Inn.
His body was slightly arched, and he was holding a tray in his hand, with a delicate blue and white porcelain bowl placed inside. He didn't know what was in it, but bursts of hot steam came up from the small bowl.
"Sir, this is the ginseng soup that has just been cooked." With endless respect on his face, the shopkeeper put the soup bowl on the table and bowed to exit.
"I'm used to eating simple meals. It's a waste to keep such expensive ginseng soup here. Take it away." Looking at the extremely expensive ginseng soup that even the soup bowl was worth, Mr. Zhang frowned slightly, with a hint of displeasure in his heart.
"This is what the boss specially ordered me to cook for you, sir!" The shopkeeper hurriedly explained as if he was afraid that Mr. Zhang would misunderstand.
"What drama is he singing in again?" Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly and shook his head gently.
This king revived and lurked in the capital as a businessman, making financial preparations for the great cause. At the same time, he was in charge of his own business operations in various parts of the Ming Dynasty.
He is usually busy with social activities and is used to spending a lot of money. In his eyes, a bowl of ginseng soup should be about the same as a bowl of tea.
But Mr. Zhang couldn't drink it no matter what.
This bowl of ginseng soup can be exchanged for a year's rations for an ordinary household. How can I dare to squander and forget my original intention before my great cause is accomplished?
"Back to my lord, my boss specifically told me that in the dead of night, as long as the oil lamp in the upper room of the Jade Hall is still on, it means that your lord is still staying up late to think about things. My boss said, my lord, you have worked hard all your life, and you are still working so hard now.
, a bowl of ginseng soup can refresh you." Lowering his head and looking at his toes quietly, the shopkeeper whispered.
"Okay, let's just put this bowl of ginseng soup here. Don't cook it any more in the future." Not wanting to embarrass a servant too much, Mr. Zhang nodded and said softly.
"Yes, I will keep this in mind."
"Go down." Mr. Zhang waved his hand.
Being able to be the shopkeeper of Zhongzhen Inn must be Wang Zhongzhen’s confidant. But for many things, Mr. Zhang only has a single line of contact with Wang Zhongzhen.
After all, before the great cause is accomplished, in the eyes of those in power, one should be considered a rebellious minister.
Before there is a real uprising, it is especially important for everyone to play their roles.
"Master, you're here." The shopkeeper's greeting came from outside the door. Then, there was a burst of hurried footsteps, walking up the stairs and to the door of the room.
"Dong dong dong." There were three more slight knocks on the door.
"Come in directly." Mr. Zhang said.
Tonight, I have been waiting for news. This time I am back, but I still insist on these unnecessary etiquette.
The door was pushed open again, and Wang Zhongzheng, dressed in green clothes, stepped into the threshold with a smile on his face. Then he turned around and gently closed the door again.
Mr. Zhang didn't speak, quietly waiting for the other party's report.
"My subordinates see you, General." Wang Zhongzhen knelt on the ground with one knee and clasped his hands in a gesture of great salute.
"Get up, don't do all these complicated etiquette anymore." The elder said.
"Yes." Wang Zhongzhen stood up in response, but stood silently without saying a word.
After waiting for a moment and not hearing the report he wanted to hear, Mr. Zhang couldn't help but be stunned, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Failed?"
Wang Zhongzhen nodded, but said nothing.
"The opponent has many men, but I still underestimated the fighting power of Jin Yiwei." The elder stood up, put his hands behind his back, and slowly walked to the window, looking at the dark night sky.
Silent, without any intention of blaming.
"The general worked hard late at night and refused to continue making ginseng soup. Once his body collapsed and he lost his backbone, there would be no point in succeeding in other things!"
With his body slightly bowed, Wang Zhongzhen spoke softly.