Daming Yinghua

Zheng Haizhu watched Ma Xianglin and his subordinates' Kuaiqi riding to the east, sighed slightly, and ordered the driver to turn into the alley of Qipan Street.

In the Ma Mansion, Zhang Fengyi had always had the temperament of a golden horse and a sword. After all, it was a special period now, and her husband was urgently transferred out of the capital, so she couldn't hide her depression.

Although Zheng Haizhu has never given birth to a child herself, she has accumulated some mother's scriptures from Han Ximeng and Yan Siqi's wives. In Liaoyang City, she also saw with her own eyes how Aya gave birth to Xiaodoubao.

She then accompanied Feng Yi, and said a lot of comforting words in a soft voice, which somewhat relieved the anxiety of this young expectant mother.

Seeing that all the servants in the Ma Mansion were brought by Zhang Fengyi from her natal family, and none were from Shijiechuan, Zheng Haizhu once again put aside the idea of ​​inquiring about the symbols in the native language.

As soon as he got out of the car in front of the door, the man squatting at the base of the wall stood up awkwardly, and greeted him with a courteous face.

It was Qin Fang, the Yaman recruited by Zheng Haizhu in the middle of Tongzhou.

Zheng Haizhu asked lightly: "Have all the villagers in Hebei seen Zuo Guangdou Master Zuo?"

Qin Fang bowed and said: "Returning to Madam, Zuo Yushi went to Tongzhou to inspect the fields in the afternoon of the next day, and the younger one squatted there early in the morning, so he immediately called the villagers, oops, surround Yushi , Say everything that needs to be said. Well, Madam is not happy, Zuo Yushi seems not familiar with Madam's name, when the younger one followed Madam's instruction, he mentioned the name of Mr. Huang Zunsu Huang in Songjiang Mansion, Zuo Yushi Caidao, it turned out to be my Donglin friend."

When he said the last sentence, he directly abandoned the Beijing accent and learned Zuo Guangdou's Tongcheng accent, which he learned perfectly.

Zheng Haizhu nodded in the tone of his subordinates, "Okay, Lao Qin has worked hard, and things are done beautifully."

She was about to turn her head and tell Li Daniu to give Qin Fang a tael of silver, but Qin Fang waved his hand and said: "Madam is not busy rewarding the young ones, there is something more urgent to wait for Madam, Madam don't worry, this is good news. Zuo Yushi, please let Madam live in the mansion."

"Huh?" Zheng Haizhu was taken aback.

Just at this time, the waiter in the inn led out a handsome young man in a brocade robe.

Zheng Haizhu saw that he was Dong Qichang's eldest grandson, Dong Ting.

Although Qin Fang was twice as old as Dong Ting, he immediately cut off his voice and said respectfully: "Young Master Dong, please talk to Mrs. Zheng."

Dong Ting made a bow with Zheng Haizhu, looked around, took two steps closer, and said softly: "Madam spoke uprightly at Tongzhou Wharf, and my ancestors, Yang Yushi and Zuo Yushi have all said it. The one who occupies the land in the name of Zhuang is Li Xuanshi, what is his name, Xi Li, for her natal family. The family ancestor worried that Mrs. lived alone in the inn. In case... Mr. Zuo said that Mrs. Tai and Mrs. Zuo came from the south this year. Moving here, there are many female relatives in the mansion, and it is very cheap, so I ask my wife to bring the servants and maidservants, and move to the left mansion."

Zheng Haizhu was of course happy to hear this.

Dong Qichang, an old Jianghu, is not bad. He doesn't put on an air of loyalty, and even emphasizes the exchange of interests from time to time, but once he admits that Zheng Haizhu is a junior who understands the rules, he will be honest at critical times. Make some effort to work.

She thought about it again, and it was similar to what was recorded in history. Zhu Changluo's chosen servant, Xi Li, was indeed a fool.

The old emperor was so arrogant before he died.It's no wonder that in the later case of moving the palace, a group of civil servants cleaned it up in twos and twos.

Zheng Haizhu stopped her slander and asked Dong Ting: "Go today?"

Dong Ting nodded: "Long live, Mr. Zuo must be on duty with his officials at this moment, but the guest room in Zuo Mansion has been prepared for Madam. My ancestor ordered me to send Madam there."

Zheng Haizhu then ordered Hua Er and Li Daniu to go to the inn to pack their luggage, while he led Qin Fang aside and said earnestly: "Old Qin, don't be a dentist in Tongzhou anymore, follow me, the monthly salary is tentatively set at four taels of silver Over there in the Zuo Mansion, I can't take Li Daniu, a big man, in, you two find another inn to live in, you follow him during the day, and he teaches you how to do things."

Qin Fang was finally convinced that he had met a nobleman just like what was said in the story book, and he made trouble like garlic: "The little one will definitely live up to this good fortune."

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This night, although the curfew in the capital is stricter, no matter whether it is a deep house or a simple house, no matter whether it is an inn or a car shop or a Qinlou Chuguan, under those high and low eaves, in those large and small windows, there are more men than yesterday. , Compared with the day before yesterday, he revealed his true colors as a political animal.

They seem to have suddenly lost most of their interest in the antique calligraphy and paintings they treasured, the popular books they read, the hard-working stereotyped crafts, the worries about their future livelihood, and even the hot bodies of the girls in the brothel.

Their energy, at least in a short timeline, will be used to guess how much the court and the people will change due to the new king's accession to the throne.

They would keep thinking or discussing until late at night, because they couldn't sleep anyway - this night, all the temples and Taoist temples in the capital would ring their bells incessantly, expressing their mourning for Emperor Wanli's abandonment of the world. .

On the east side of Chongwenmen Street, in a dilapidated courtyard near Fahua Temple, Zhu Qianjue stood in the moonlight, listening to the bell, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Behind him, the middle-aged man who arrived before the curfew started stood respectfully, and only continued the topic a moment ago when he turned around.

"Master, this slave has something to report."

Zhu Qianjue frowned subconsciously: "I'm not your Jurchens, some kind of master and slave."

The man lowered his body by two points, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

Zhu Ganjuan raised his hand falsely: "It's all right, Mr. Bo, just call me Your Highness."

The man said: "Your Highness, the younger one is at Liu Qiao's house today to prescribe medicine for his baby. There is a Mrs. Anyuan named Zheng who came to visit."

Zhu Qianjue remained calm: "Madam's title? Is it the family member of which courtier in Beijing?"

"It seems that it is not. The little one has good hearing, and the place of the Liu family is cramped, so when the woman's maidservant came to report, the young one could hear clearly. They came from Fusi in Beizhen. Your Highness, if you are a member of the courtier's family, It’s not a prison visit, how could he go to Fusi in Beizhen alone, besides, he won the title of wife because of the honor of his husband and son-in-law, and there is no word 'Anyuan'."

"Okay, I got it, our people will go check it out," Zhu Ganjuan squeezed out a little approval in his indifference, "Mr. Bo is indeed the capable officer sent by Sibeile. You Jurchen are the best hunters, so you are very Mingmin."

Mr. Bo, named Bo Xun in Chinese, moved from Shanxi to Liaodong and was captured by Jianzhou Jurchen.He has some kung fu, and even some ancestral medical skills, so not only was he not assigned to do dressings, but he was also treated with courtesy by Nurhachi, and he became acquainted with the young Huang Taiji, and often hunted together.In the 44th year of Wanli, Nurhachi became a khan on his own. Huang Taiji, who was deeply scheming and focused on spying, ordered Bo Xun to go back to the Ming Dynasty. He first went to his hometown in Shanxi to practice medicine for two years, and then came to the capital to sit in court.

This time, when the summer moon was about to end, Bo Xun suddenly received an order from Huang Taiji to obey a branch of the clan of the Ming Dynasty.

After all, he was originally a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, so he could guess that the eerie "His Royal Highness" in front of him was a descendant of Emperor Jianwen.

Or, claiming to be "a descendant of Emperor Jianwen".

Bo Xun is not interested in truth and falsehood, just do what Sibeile said, and that's it.

"Your Highness, what else can I tell you?" Bo Xun said respectfully.

"Oh, sir, go to the wing to rest."

"Thank you, Your Highness. As soon as the curfew is lifted tomorrow morning, the little one will go back to the west."

Zhu Ganjuan pursed his lips: "For a while, let Liu Qiao's family trust you, that's all."