Not long after Zhu Shun returned to the hall of Beijing Normal University, a team of twelve young master soldiers rushed in to arrest Song Shihui and Song Shiyi.

Hu Blind happened to go to Zhu's spinning factory today to see his son, and he was going back, so he came over to give Zhu Shun an urn of Wuxing and bream, which is a kind of pickled fish unique to Wuxing in the south of the Yangtze River.

When Hu Blind was in Liaodong, a Wu Xing native did not accept him at night, but unfortunately Wu Xing, who liked to make pickled fish, did not accept it at night and died in the seventh year of the Apocalypse.

The blind man Hu pushed open the firewood door and was flattering Zhu Shun when he saw a team of young master soldiers wearing bright armor with a smug bag and carrying a knife inlaid with silver goose feathers.

Hu Blind smiled, yes, I am worried that I don't have a chance to perform well in front of Mr. Zhu, so this will be sent to the door.

The pottery urn in his hand was carefully placed, and the blind man Hu didn't pull out the Yanling knife, just stood at the door of the hall of Beijing Normal University.

The arrogant young master soldiers immediately stopped, not daring to take a step forward.

At the beginning, the feat of Wang Gongchang's group of disabled middle-aged men, they saw it from the beginning to the end.

Don't look at this group of veteran sergeants who are all disabled, and kill the Eight Banners, it's called a melon chopping and chopping vegetables.

Ten well-equipped and strong pro-soldiers didn't even have the courage to speak in the face of a disabled sergeant who was just carrying a worn-out Yanling knife.

Zhu Shun put the Minie pistols filled with Minnie bullets, one by one, although each Minie pistol weighed a pound, and it added up to almost ten catties, it was still a lot of pinned on his body.

It's heavier, but with these seven Migne pistols, personal safety is guaranteed.

Zhu Shun walked over and asked, knowing the purpose of this group of young master soldiers coming here, and said calmly: "Shihui Shiyi, you two should follow." ”

Song Shihui put down the basket behind him, Song Shiyi left from the pedal loom, bowed deeply, and followed the young master soldiers out of here, without a trace of nervousness and fear.

There is a gentleman, not afraid.

Zhu Shun walked back to the fence yard, sat on the edge of the blue brick well, and quietly looked in the direction of the capital.

There is no intention of pleading.

Because there is no need to intercede at all.

May 22nd.

In the northern part of Shuntianfu, on the outskirts of Huairou City, on the outskirts of Shunyi City, plague was found.

On the fifth day of June, Xiaoxiao.

In the western part of Shuntianfu, on the outskirts of Gu'an City and Yongqing City, plague was found.

The ninth day of June.

In the southern part of Suncheonfu, on the outskirts of Wen'an City, on the outskirts of Dacheng City, plague was found.

June 11.

In the eastern part of Shuntianfu, on the outskirts of Yutian City and Xianghe City, plague was found.

In less than a month, most of the Shuntian Mansion discovered the plague, and Chongzhen, who was sitting on the top of the main hall, had not slept for three days because of this incident.

Chongzhen looked at the civil and military officials who didn't let go tiredly, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is a good plan." ”

When the words fell, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty began to quarrel again, some said that they would ask the monks to do a ritual, some said that they wanted to sacrifice to the plague god, and even more so, they even persuaded Chongzhen to move the capital, and the people of Shuntianfu let them fend for themselves.

At this time, Xu Guangqi, who spontaneously went to various places to investigate the epidemic regardless of his life, came back, bringing even greater bad news.

"Your Majesty, the plague has also been discovered in Tongzhou City."

When the words fell, the Manchu Dynasty finally panicked, Tongzhou City was only dozens of miles away from the capital, and in three days at most, the plague would reach the capital.

Chongzhen heard that the plague had spread to Tongzhou City, and his mood should have been even heavier, but looking at the Manchu Dynasty civil and military forces who were panicking below, he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

It's finally your turn as a bureaucratic squire.

As a big stall leader in the East Factory, Wang Chengen knows what to say, what not to say, and when to say what to say.

Now, it's time to say that.

Wang Chengen lowered his voice and said a news that almost shocked the court: "Your Majesty, the impeachment of the Song family workshop by Tuntian Langzhong is indeed a fact. ”

"However, according to the reports of the fans, the slave discovered a strange thing."

"According to the meaning of Tuntian Langzhong, the cause of the plague should be the Song family's workshop, but after such a long time, most of the Shuntian Mansion has had a plague, but the Song family's workshop has not had a plague."

Chongzhen turned his head sharply and looked at Wang Chengen directly: "What do you mean?" ”

Wang Chengen did not give a conclusive conclusion, but said in a low voice: "The slave doesn't dare to speculate, he is just narrating the spy report of Dongchang." ”

What else can be interesting about this matter, of course, the Song family has a way to prevent the plague!

Chongzhen stood up suddenly, and the tiredness on his face was swept away: "Hurry up and announce Song Yingjing." ”

Wang Chengen's voice was very low, but today's low is different from the past, and today's low can be heard by the officials under the palace.

The officials in front heard it, except for the Ministry of Works, whose face was ugly, the other five Shangshu hurriedly kicked the attendants behind them without leaving a trace.

Where are the waiters still on the shelf, it is like a scholar's hat competing for a vacancy, and they are scrambling to stand up.

"The waiter of the Weichen Military Department, I am willing to invite Mr. Song."

"Weichen Hubu waiter, willing to invite Mr. Song."

"Waiter of the Ministry of Micro Ministers, petition."

In the end, the petitions came out, and this gesture was really low enough.

Chongzhen didn't have the time to talk to them here now, so he directly ordered Xu Guangqi, the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites: "Xu Aiqing, it's hard for you to run." ”

"It's a courtier's honor." After Xu Guangqi said this, he quickly left the Imperial Palace and rushed to the private prison of Dongchang to invite Song Yingjing.

I hope I didn't die of torture.

Xu Guangqi came to this Dongchang private prison, which was comparable to the eighteenth layer of hell, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Where Song Yingjing's family is a prisoner, it is clearly an uncle.

Not to mention the good wine and good food, the fans of Dongchang were worried that Song Yingjing's family was bored here, and specially invited the Kunqu Opera Troupe to relieve their family's boredom.

If others saw this scene, they would definitely think that they were dreaming, Xu Guangqi knew some inside stories, and they would understand.

The two juniors of the Song family, Song Shihui and Song Shiyi, are Zhu Shun's disciples, and they are still the masters who have given tea and sent bundles, not Mr. Teaching in the general sense.

In the eyes of Dongchang Fanzi, who is Zhu Shun?

I heard that every time Zhu Shun went to the prince's house, he was entertained with the best Mengding tea, and even the vegetable households of the prince came out to receive him personally.

At the beginning, there was a fan who had worked at the bottom all his life, and because he took the risk to pass the news to Zhu Shun, he was promoted to the head of the small stall the next day.

Who would dare not serve it.

Song Yingjing picked up a piece of Liufangzhai's osmanthus cake, and was about to put it in her mouth, when she saw Xu Guangqi who had entered the private prison, she had a smile in her heart, and it was exactly the same as Mr. Zhu expected.

Xu Guangqi looked at the Liufangzhai pastries that he was usually reluctant to eat, and placed them on the tiger bench one by one, and couldn't help but feel a little like going to prison.