Seeing that he was in a daze, the man in the chair smiled, got up, and several mermaids walked out of the house, leaving a sentence before leaving: "Today is busy, there are still a few more to go, you are a blessed one, and go home and slowly understand." If you don't say it when it's time to say it that day, I'll kill you! ”

......

Hu Zhengqi, who was holding the silver ingot tightly in his hand, sat paralyzed on the mud floor at this time, his mouth open, as if in a dream, and he couldn't figure it out......

At the same time, in a private room of a gambling house in Hangzhou, Liu Wang, a partner from Mingxiangju, was kneeling on the ground sweating profusely, watching a silver ingot on the floor in front of him spin around in his bones. A middle-aged man dressed as a businessman sat in front of him with the owner of the gambling house, and said to him with a smile: "Liu Wang, you are a blessed one, do this well, the previous debt will be purchased and sold, and the silver ingots will also belong to you." ”

Liu Wang: "......"

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Wang, a partner of Mingxiangju, came to work in the teahouse as usual, and today he was extremely diligent, boiling water and stabbing the fire, and he was very busy.

Look at the daylight, it will be morning, the shopkeeper shouted, Liu Wang agreed, and came to the back hall and took down a set of white porcelain tea sets from the Jingdezhen official kiln from the cabinet. After that, the shopkeeper personally carried the tea set to the second floor.

Liu Wang then opened a blue and white porcelain jar and began to do one thing that he was very familiar with - preparing tea for Master Zhu.

Master Zhu Zhengzhu is the scribe of the torture room of the Renhe County Ya.

For Liu Wang, the grass man, Master Zhu is the first-class luxury figure in Hangzhou. In the early years, Master Zhu also went to the county government to answer the errand, and in recent years, he has long stopped ordering, and came to the Mingxiang Hall on time every day to drink a pot of morning tea, with some snacks, and the morning time was used to send apprentices, lawyers, and all kinds of people who came to him to do things. As soon as noon passed, he disappeared again - Master Zhu has three rooms in the outer house, and he must always take care of them one by one.

Just when Liu Wang opened the celadon tea pot exclusive to Master Zhu, poured out the Ming Qian Longjing from it, and began to brew, the loud greeting of the shopkeeper had already sounded outside, and Liu Wang didn't need to look at it to know that this was Master Zhu entering the door.

In just one minute of tea-making time, Liu Wang somehow got it, he was already pale and sweating profusely. After the teapot was ready, Liu Wang first looked left and right, and then took out a small crystal bottle from his arms.

Through the crystal bottle as long as a little finger and as thick as a wheat straw, Liu Wang could clearly see the pill the size of yellow rice in the bottle.

The next moment, as soon as he gritted his teeth, he pulled the cork from the bottle, and with a slight tilt, the pill slid into the teapot.

After doing all this, Liu Wang wanted to carry the pot upstairs, but at this moment, his legs were shaking like a sieve, and he couldn't take a step, so he had no choice but to let out a low cry and beckoned a guy from the outside to come over.

Liu Wang wiped his sweat with a neck scarf, and said to the guy with a wry smile: "Xiao Liao, I may have eaten badly yesterday, and I ran my stomach when I got up this morning, and my legs and feet were weak, you can send this pot of tea." ”

Xiao Liao didn't doubt him, so he picked up the pot and went up to the second floor.

Liu Wang saw the guy go upstairs, turned around and held the desk and took a few breaths, after a while, when the shopkeeper went downstairs, Liu Wang went over with a pale face to tell the shopkeeper a leave, and went out in the shopkeeper's complaint.

After going out, he didn't go far, turned into an alley, and when he turned around, Liu Wang smiled bitterly - as a result, someone was following him. I had no choice but to bow my head and report carefully to the people who came.

The aftermath of this began to slowly begin to manifest after a few hours.

Master Zhu didn't feel a little unwell until after lunch, so he didn't go to the house today, went home to rest, and woke up in the evening but couldn't even get out of bed!

Lang Zhong, who hurriedly invited someone to Xiuhetang, fell into the word "dysentery" after diagnosing the pulse, and the Zhu family suddenly exploded.

Just when Master Zhu was ill and the Zhu family was in chaos, in a teahouse not far from Xiuhe Hall, Chu Jianli and Master Miaoshu were sitting by the window, drinking tea and talking.

After a while, the person sent to Langzhong to inquire had returned, and after listening to the spies' report, the master let out a long laugh: "Settle the bill, settle the bill." ”

Chu Sanye was still a little uneasy, and after walking out of the store, he couldn't help but ask: "People are still being treated, why don't you take a look again?" ”

Master Miaoshu has nourished yin and yang in the past two days, his face is radiant, and he has a strong conversation: "What are you waiting for, Zhu Zheng coughs up phlegm, chest tightness, sweats profusely, and will have diarrhea and blood in the urine tomorrow. ”

Speaking of this, the master smiled: "This poison is my own end, and it will take a lot of effort to dissolve it, what is the use of a few birds?" Even if the imperial doctor is invited, he can't renew Zhu Zheng's life! ”

"The master's methods are exquisite, admire and admire, I don't know such a strange poison, can it be named?"

"Ricin."

"Oh...... Castor oil plant? This one... It's inconspicuous, it's not a good name! ”

......

At this point, the preliminary preparations of the traverser are all over.

Master Zhu Zheng Zhu must be eliminated - whether it is the biggest political backstage of Huang Qi, the leader of the beggar gang, or the behavior of cultivating Huang Qi for many years, he must die.

It is impossible for the traversers to pin all their hopes of calming the situation on Liu Yaozu, and it is very troublesome for an old official to provoke political revenge in the dark. Instead of bothering about it afterwards, it is better to cut through the mess quickly beforehand. The Middle Ages were an era of success due to people, and the vacuum of power and chaos left after the death of a key person was enough for everyone to do things.

On August 11, 1627, it was noon on the first day of the seventh lunar month.

In the east of Hangzhou, located in the Wuxian Temple behind a miscellaneous forest outside the Qingtai Gate, it is lively.

Wuxian Temple, a famous temple, has both inside and outside the city. From this name, you can guess that there will be neither the Buddha nor the worship of the Three Qing Dynasty - the Ming and Qing dynasties were all over the south of the Yangtze River, and the government was helpless.

The Wuxian Temple outside the Qingtai Gate is relatively dilapidated. The palace of Sanjin is old and dark, and the clay sculptures of the Wutong God brothers were driven to the front hall.

The main hall is more strange: there is no statue in it, but there is a large figure painted on the hall wall: a big official wearing a red robe, wearing a black veil, soap boots, a jade belt around the waist, a silver bowl in his left hand, and a golden chopsticks in his right hand, but because he was hungry, he looked up to the sky and sighed - Yan Song.

Yan Song, who was a very popular minister, was starved to death in the end, because of rumors that the emperor named him "the head of the world" when he raided his home, and led the beggars of the world; Therefore, after Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, beggars in some places began to worship Yan Song as the beggar god, and it was a routine for the gentlemen on the beam to worship Shiqian.

Wuxian Temple, which is painted with the image of Yan Song, is naturally related to beggars.

In fact, I don't know when the Wuxian Temple outside the Qingtai Gate has become the headquarters of the Hangzhou beggar gang. The main hall is the public office of the head of the beggar gang, and the head of the group is here on weekdays to open a court to try cases, execute executions, and deal with the official affairs of the gang. On the first day of every new year, the main incense masters of all roads inside and outside the city have to come to Wuxian Temple to worship the head of the group and pay the monthly rules.