In May, Jingshi fell into a carnival like the New Year in advance.

Even if the noble families who cut the door are lined up near the rice market entrance to make porridge, the eight alleys, the fence gate is even more singing and dancing, the popular head cards in the courtyard of the Beijing division are all out to celebrate with the whole world, the streets are full of lantern floats, performance teams, those self-proclaimed merry scholars are like a leper dog with saliva lingering, pointing and reciting some sour poems.

The rich have the way the rich celebrate, the poor have the way the poor celebrate, the taverns on the street have begun to discount, and the strings of copper plates that were originally kept for the New Year are also directly taken out, and a small plate of meat, a plate of braised peanuts, some dried beans or something to drink, and then a bowl of cheap bud rice wine that is a specialty of the Dongjiang River.

It is also such an ordinary street restaurant, the liquor of Dongjiang is much higher than the popular rice wine, and several small citizens at the opposite table are all drunk, and a coolie who wears a green melon skin hat and has three glances at the mustache is excited, and he stomps on the table.

"You don't know, master, I have a brother in Jizhen Town, last year's Songjin Battle was fought by him and Lord Hong Chengchou, that battle, it was really a sea of corpses and blood, and the cavalry of Jiannu rushed to our army array, and our Lord Hong ordered the cannons, and the general's cannon bombarded, within a few miles, there were all the people! No matter what kind of Eight Banners iron weapon he had, he was shocked to the point of bleeding from seven holes, dismounted and lost his breath, and then our Ming army was possessed by Zhao Zilong, white horses and silver spears, iron and blood battles in all directions, rushed into the crowd and killed seven in and seven out, that battle, killed tens of thousands of Tartars. ”

I don't know how the Ming army fought, but this guy spittled and sprayed all the stars on the adjacent table.

The hat shrank back, and Lord Lu Zhonglu, who was dignified in brocade clothes, moved his butt to the side in disgust.

"Then, how did our Ming army lose? I heard that the city outside the gate has been lost!"

This sentence suddenly hit the pain of the green hat, and he stumbled two or three times, and then he shouted angrily: "Do you understand whether you want to seek advantage and avoid harm, you have killed enough people!" The army retreats first! When you rest, let's kill again! If it weren't for the fact that the Tartars had died too much, would they have come to sue for peace? ”

"That's true!"

"yes, yes! The Tartars have surrendered! ”

A group of small citizens were staggering in a daze, shouting and drinking there, and Lu Zhong, who listened to the words of the green hat, laughed dumbly, can this be round? Thanks to these ministers of the DPRK and China, they are still trying their best to cover up their defeats, and Doumin himself has already applied healing medicine.

It's just that this smile is gradually turning cold, the emperor here in the Qing Kingdom is not cheap, for such a face, Fan Wencheng has been reduced to 5,000 taels of gold, and the age of 300,000 taels of silver has increased to 100,000 taels of gold, 1 million taels of silver, almost more than 2 million taels of silver, in the end, it is not necessary to scrape it out from these self-satisfied bitter haha in front of them, it is estimated that this is their last happiness this year, and they don't want to have a good time during the Spring Festival this year.

Moreover, the opening of the border market by the imperial court is equivalent to breaking the efforts of its master Mao Jue to invade the border for more than two months and cut off the grain, and in the contract that was not put on the table, the Ming Dynasty also admitted that all the land north of Ningyuan was lost to the Qing State, which is equivalent to completely selling the Dongjiang River.

It is estimated that the ancestor will definitely not be happy when he learns the news!

Fortunately, as long as he does a good job of the news channel, even if the news sent makes Mao Jue faint, the master will definitely not be angry with himself, unlike Chongzhen, the master, who makes several big guys of Jinyiwei worry every day.

A few small people on the other side were still drinking, and this Lu Zhong didn't care about them, but thought about his own thoughts, but suddenly, a black shadow blocked the light of his seat, and his hand directly touched the handle of the knife.

"Brother Tai is waiting for the goods, the best Taihang buns!"

"Recently, the family has a bad appetite, and I really need some soil buns to adjust my lower body!"

The two codes were on the same page, and the merchant who was also dusty finally sat down, but he didn't let Lu Zhong put down the short knife, the two chatted as if they were chatting, and between the words, a series of information was passed quickly, and he drank two glasses of wine, and the merchant put down the basket and went out with the silver, and carried a basket of buns, Lu Zhong settled the account and walked leisurely to the alley at the other end of the tavern.

After going around in two circles, the super high perception skills trained by his years of spy career made him sure that no one was following him, so he turned onto the road and got into the Jinyi Wei carriage that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Now that's interesting!"

In the car, the expression that was finally holding back relaxed, and a chilling sneer appeared on Lu Zhong's long face, and he immediately patted the bun and commanded the coachman: "Cheng Ji Buzhuang!"

"The old man has really had a bad appetite recently!"

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In the Dingbei Hou Mansion, a table was full of soil buns transported by Taihang, Mao Jue's eldest son Mao Xingjian was babbling and stretching out his little hand, and Chen Jiao was reproaching and whispering. Outside the house, he patted the dust that was not on his hand, and looked at the wax pill in his hand again, but Lu Zhong casually threw the wax pill into the ditch narrator.

Anyway, the information that the master asked for has already been sent, and the bonus has almost gone into the box, as for the lord of the Forbidden City, doesn't the military department have a fast horse anyway? Let him wait for news from the Ministry of War.

By the way, I heard that Chen Xinjia, the secretary of the Ministry of War, wanted to abscond with the money recently, but this product has a lot of resources and insiders, and it is a target for Dongjiang to lose, do you want to go to him?

Thinking about it, this "dutiful" Lord of the Ming Empire's Jinyi Wei Qianhu climbed into the carriage again.

A few days later, the Forbidden City

These days, Emperor Chongzhen's life is indeed very comfortable, although there is still such a big hole for the East Captivity Coin that cannot be filled, but from his grandfather Emperor Wanli to his own now, the four generations of emperors who refuse to bow their heads to the East Captivity, now they are taking the initiative to ask for peace!

Emperor!

After the afternoon court, it was rare that Chongzhen did not plunge into the imperial study to review the folds, but went to his most beloved Concubine Tian again, blowing a fan and listening to small songs, and from time to time there was a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

The eunuch also has the ability to see, seeing that Chongzhen is happy today, Wang Chengen also looks like a smiling Maitreya, and interjected at the right time.

"Your Majesty, this Chen Shangshu is on the fold again! Pray for illness and return to his hometown, and also got a futon, with a sick belt wrapped around his head, a sallow face, groaning and sitting in the courtyard of the military department, tsk, the face of the court has made him lose everything, Shi Yushi is a few impeached him for having no appearance, and now there are rumors everywhere in the Beijing division that the sick man is in the military department and the first assistant of Laxi. ”

"You take care of it!"

I remember that there is a book called "The Siege of the City", which is about the envy of the people outside and can't get in, and the people inside are hiding murderous opportunities under the scenery, but they can't get out. The same is true of this officialdom, although Chen Xinjia saved his head this time, and because of his meritorious work in negotiating peace with the Qing State, he kept Wusha, but he was really afraid.

The taste of the machete on the head, people who have not experienced it personally can't imagine it in any case, not to mention that first leaked secrets, and then betrayed the emperor, no matter how stupid people are, they know that they have lost their sacred heart, and after supervising the peace, Chen Xinjia wants to leave.

However, just like the siege, when you get to this position, you can't just walk if you want to! In order to resign, he spent more money than he climbed up, and he didn't know how many times he had been on it, and he would even use it to cheat.

"This Chen Xinjia is really not a country-holding material!"

Listening to Wang Chengen's narration, Chen Xinjia couldn't take care of things, so that Chongzhen's memories of not being able to save face resurfaced in his mind again, and Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help waving his hand in disgust, and said the words that made Wen Tiren's heart break at the beginning.

"Let him go!"

This person's poison, one person's nectar, knowing this news, it is estimated that Chen Xinjia will be ecstatic, and Wang Chengen can't help but hum in his heart.

Chen Gebu, Chen Gebu, you have to worry about your father-in-law if you don't have any interest, but the emperor is happy, and the matter is done, and your 30,000 taels of silver will not be in vain.

"Let's push the next secretary of the military department to the cabinet court!"

"The old slave obeys!"

bowed his head and bowed heavily, Wang Chengen was not willing to let Chen Xinjia occupy the pit anymore and not, he turned around and went to the celebrant to convey the emperor's will.

Listening to the sound of Concubine Tian's tinkling of the piano, leaning on the recliner, Emperor Chongzhen's face couldn't help but show a smile again, and the Qing State had a decent truce, he could finally free his hands to concentrate on dealing with the exile army, in Chongzhen's view, these untouchables are simply a rabble, and every time the court is involved in Liao affairs, this makes the rogue spread endlessly.

As long as he gets rid of the Liukou, recuperates for a few years, and then uses the strength of the country to go north, Chongzhen even saw Tang Taizong, who took revenge three years after the Weishui Alliance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but put a smile on his face.

Listening to the piano at Concubine Tian's place and resting until more than six o'clock in the evening, Emperor Chongzhen got up to drive the imperial study to deal with government affairs, he wanted to monopolize the power, and because of the momentary anger, Zhou Yanru who entered Beijing was driven away, resulting in a lot of twists and turns on the table that needed to be dealt with.

In the past, Chongzhen would have had a headache when he looked at these things, but now he is full of energy, and he is used to it.

However, this Chongzhen did not follow the previous habits, starting from the last book of the low, which is generally more serious, and was hidden by the eunuchs below to start reading, but directly from the first book above, after all, the mood is good, and the emperor does not want to have a heavy start.

However, just by looking at it for the first time, Emperor Chongzhen's face instantly turned pale, his breathing was short, and he was sluggish for a few seconds before he roared angrily.

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