After a few days of traveling, Zheng He and his entourage finally saw Nanjing, but it was only a boundary monument and a toll station.

Where did the walls of Nanjing City go?

Fortunately, Zhu Wenqi of Quanzhou opened the procedures before departure, otherwise they would have to pay a lot of high-speed tolls when they got off the toll station.

The once magnificent Nanjing city wall can be seen now, and only one side is left for future generations to see.

Zheng He had some emotion, but soon these emotions were dispelled by the endless shock.

From getting off the highway to entering the main urban area, where the number of people is increasing, dozens of miles away, his eyes are full of dense pedestrians and countless merchants and shops.

The acres that once existed in his impression were now all kinds of streets.

Clothes sellers, food sellers, curiosities, carriage dealers, bicycle dealers, rickshaw dealers.

Looking at it, Zheng He felt that the carriage he was sitting in had stopped, and he looked through the window and found that his carriage had been stopped.

Can't you see the flag of 'Gozenji' on the carriage?

How dare you stop this?

Stopping Zheng He's carriage was a messenger, dressed in a capable tight-fitting suit, the style was somewhat similar to the flying fish suit, but those exquisite embroidery drawings were missing, but they were neat and tidy, and a mark was simply embroidered on the chest.

"Nanjing Transportation Division"

"You can't go from here, this is a public and emergency lane, can't you see the marking?"

This yacha didn't care what the imperial secretary and the queen secretary were, so he took out a notebook in his pocket, tore off the page with a stab and handed it to the coachman.

"A fine of five hundred, pay the money."

The coachman was also Zheng He's personal soldier, and he laughed on the spot: "Do you know who is sitting in the car, who is blind to you, and dares to punish our general." ”

"General?"

This young man is also horizontal: "This is Nanjing City, the official car running on the street, six of the ten governors and three Shangshu, and the remaining one is the elder of the pavilion, your general really can't eat here, this public and emergency lane, only more than 400 miles of urgent business can run, do you have an urgent official letter?" ”

The soldiers were annoyed, but Zheng He coughed in the carriage, and then he was bored, and took out a copper ticket from his arms in an unhappy way.

"Here you go."

After the embarrassment of having no money in the garrison area, the first thing Zheng He did after leaving was to send someone to gallop back to Quanzhou on a fast horse to ask Zhu Wenqi for money, which could be regarded as a temporary relief of the tight hand.

When I asked for money at that time, I heard that Zhu Wenqi was unhappy, and he muttered.

"Just this bit of private money, you go back and tell Uncle Zheng, and when I return to Beijing in a few days, let him make up for me double."

The yacha received the money to give way, but he still drove Zheng He's carriage away from the so-called public lane and into the extremely congested traffic on the main road.

At this time, the signboard of the Imperial Commander is useless.

The speed is as slow as a turtle crawling.

Fortunately, no matter how slow it is, the closer it is to the direction of the palace, the smoother the traffic will be, and when you enter Chang'an Avenue, the road will be empty and tight, and you can gallop to your heart's content.

As a result, it was stopped again.

This time, it was two public servants in traffic uniforms.

"Chang'an Avenue prohibits galloping horses, can't you see the ban on the streets? This street is full of central ministries and departments, arguing for office work and affecting national affairs, can you afford it?

A fine of 5,000 was impounded and the car was detained for three days ”

At this time, even Zheng He couldn't sit still, and walked out of the carriage as soon as he got into it, he was really angry.

"The official is Zheng He, I haven't been back to Nanjing for three years, and I don't know the rules of this change."

"Oh, it turned out to be the Governor of Zheng."

One of the young men revealed Zheng He's identity in one sentence, and the back was correct: "That's not good, you can't give this face." ”

The young man who can be on duty on Chang'an Street, how can he have nothing to do with his family.

Seeing that this person recognized his identity as soon as he said a word, Zheng He's eyes couldn't help but glance at him.

It turned out to be a clan relative, a child of the old Zhu family.

The royal family and nobles are really wronged to do a small traffic management.

If that's really the sentence, it doesn't matter what your identity is when you enter Chang'an Street.

Unless your surname is Zhu, you have to be a literary.

Do you have Zheng He's surname Zhu?

Do you dare to take a name for Zhu Wenhe?

After being martyred, Zheng He really had no choice, so he had to pinch his nose and take out all the money on his body, and there was only one or two hundred thousand left, and he simply stuffed it into the two public officials.

"The money is given to you, can the car not be deducted?"

What Zheng He didn't expect was that these two people counted out five thousand of them, and the rest were all returned to Zheng He.

"One yard is one yard, that is the law that does not give you face, and if you charge more money, it is not mine, the car must be detained, you can take this one, and go to the traffic department to get the car in three days."

Zheng He completely lost his temper, looked at his own soldiers and smiled bitterly, and then sighed and walked in the direction of West Chang'an Gate.

With such a long journey, Zheng He really doesn't want to go.

After waiting for a while, he walked to the West Chang'an Gate, and the access control verified his identity, so the pro-soldier stayed, and the rest of the way had to be Zheng He alone.

Before Zheng He could clean up his mood, a luxury car with six horses and a parallel drive had already galloped from behind him and stopped steadily beside Zheng He.

Didn't you say that Chang'an Avenue is forbidden to ride horses?

Such a double-standard treatment can be true, which makes Zheng He angry, and he turned his head, but he was stunned.

"Cabinet Chief's Approval"

"Imperial Privilege."

That's what the new cabinet chief is not jealous of?

Zheng He was stunned, the small window panel of the carriage over there had been pushed open, and Xu Buji's face was revealed, smiling at Zheng He.

"Gonggong Zheng is back, get in the car."

Although they hadn't seen Xu Buji for a few years, and the two didn't have much communication, Zheng He still laughed on his face.

"I heard that Xu Ge Lao is now in charge of the country Wenhua, and the right to know the first assistant, our family has seen Xu Ge Lao."

The two doors of the luxurious Shoufu car opened, Zheng He was not polite, and as soon as he stepped on it, he entered the inner room and sat down opposite Xu Buji.

"Originally, Gonggong Zheng, you came back a few days ago, and the Tongzheng Department reported it, but now it is not about to reach His Majesty's fortieth birthday, plus the Minglian National Day Conference, the Tongzheng Department is busy, Xu Mou has made his own initiative to postpone the reception of Gonggong Zheng, so that you will have a long journey this way, and I hope that Gonggong Zheng Haihan."

Having said that, Zheng He couldn't say anything, plus he couldn't figure out the bottom of Xu Buji, and Zhu Wenqi made a mess of Xu Buji before he was born, and he was about to become the power minister of the current dynasty, Hu Weiyong, who was naturally unwilling to offend.

"What did Elder Xu Ge say, the emperor's holy life is naturally the first priority of the national dynasty at the moment, our family will go back to Beijing, why do we need to make a big move."

The carriage drove steadily into the Chengtian Gate and turned to a stop outside the Wenhua Palace.

Xu Buji stepped out of the car first, turned his head and smiled at Zheng He, who was walking down behind him.

"That's good, you can do it yourself, if you get the opportunity a few days later, Xu Mou should ask Gonggong Zheng to drink and make amends."

Seeing Xu Buji step into the Wenhua Palace, Zheng He's brows furrowed.

Everything that happened today, the signal released in the dark is a little wrong.

You must know that when Yang Shiqi was in power before, the cabinet had to give up a few points to the imperial front secretary, but looking at Xu Buji's posture, it obviously shows that the current Ming Dynasty and the cabinet are pressing the imperial front secretary.

This is not taboo, and he is really a ruthless character.

Exhaling a breath and putting away the complicated mood, Zheng He walked away, walked straight to the Qianqing Gate, and arrived all the way to the outside of the Qianqing Palace.

There are no more distractions in my heart, only the excitement of being about to face the saint.

Lift the robe and worship the ground, kneel outside the palace, and sing for a long time.

"Slave Zheng He, pilgrimage to meet the saint!"