Mi Yan couldn't hide his surprise, but Tong Jiamo said all the words by himself. Is this still a Manchu courtier? Why do you look like a courtier of the Ming Dynasty?

According to Tong Jiamo, if Mi Yan wanted to arrive in Shengjing smoothly, he must not go on the road as an envoy of the Ming Dynasty, but should ......

"Ming Xiu plank road secretly crosses Chen Cang?"

Mi Yan looked at the old man in front of him in confusion, and was thinking about it, how reliable is what Tong Jiamo said? But just a moment later, Mi Yan decided to believe this Tong Jiamo, he had already judged from all the signs in this person that he was an old minister of the Ming Dynasty, and he still had special feelings for the Ming Dynasty.

Tong Jiamo smiled: "Is the angel doubting what the old man said?" Then his expression darkened, and he stretched out his dry fingers like old branches and dusted off his stone-blue official robes.

"The old man also knows that he is wearing this layer of skin, and he is not qualified to say anything about his homeland. But, you know what? The old man is sixty and eight this year, and he should have told his children and grandchildren to return to his hometown...... What now? An old man who is lonely has nothing to worry about, and being this county magistrate is just to survive. ”

Tong Jiamo smiled self-deprecatingly again, "The old man knows that you will definitely despise such unruly behavior, but there is no way, who let the old man not be able to pass the death level?" Let's put it this way, even if there are thousands of ways to be old, but the longing for this old country is not false. Angels don't believe in old age, but they also have to trust old people in this longing for their homeland! ”

The old man Rory chattered a lot, and finally stopped chattering, Mi Yan arched his hand and said, "Mi Yan believes in you!" Please don't hesitate to give us advice! ”

Hearing Mi Yan's answer, Tong Jiamo's expression looked a lot better, "So the angel should distinguish between light and dark, and ...... all the way."

"How to go down this dark road?" Mi Yan couldn't wait, he could hear the cruelty from the old man's mouth, the so-called all the way is bright and all the way is dark, and the road that is taken clearly must be more auspicious, that is to say, these people know that they must go if they are sacrificed, but how can he watch his comrades being kept in the dark and dying.

"Angels, don't worry, listen to the old man slowly! There will be a convoy going to Shengjing in the old mansion today, and the goods are from the palace of Prince Li, and no one dares to intercept them, and then the angels will enter Shengjing together with them. Then, Minglu sets off tomorrow, just in time to confuse the Tartars......"

Tong Jiamo's construction is really not simple, but Tong Jiamo is dressed in the official uniform of the Manchu Dynasty, but he reprimands the Tartars in his mouth, which is a bit funny.

After three poles in the day, a convoy shook out from the north gate of Haizhou, and the flag was planted by Prince Li's family, and the accompanying guards were all cavalry and horses, but they were wearing a variety of colors, obviously not the armor in the Eight Banners Niulu, but the soldiers of the local villages.

There was Zhang Baniu in the convoy, and the county lord who met him for the first time actually handed him a heavy burden, and it was a top secret that could not be told to anyone, and he was promised a heavy reward. The county lord personally promised that as long as the matter was completed, he would strongly recommend him to the flag owner, carry him into the flag, and accept him as a slave. At that time, he will not be what he used to be.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baniu was triumphant, glanced at the envoy dressed as a Liaodong man beside him, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze, for fear that someone would notice his strange appearance.

Prince Li's signboard is different, but along the way, no one dares to check any roadcard and passing soldier, and he can't even ask more.

Early the next morning, the walls of Shengjing were shrouded in a strange haze, and Mi Yan looked at the capital of Jiannu, which he had never visited but was full of curiosity and disgust. He tightened the burden strap tied to his body, which was all the Ming envoy seal letter diploma, which was originally a serious peace negotiation with Jiannu, who knew that the plan did not change quickly, and he actually arrived in Shengjing in this form.

There are a lot of questions in front of you, and the first thing to consider is how to get in touch with the Jiannu court. If the envoys of a country naturally don't have to worry about these things, the Manchu side will arrange them, and after he arrives in Shengjing, he only needs to lobby the magnates of all parties.

But now it's good, entering the city in this capacity, who can still believe that he is a messenger of the Ming Dynasty? The convoy was approaching the south gate of Shengjing, and was about to enter the city, and the time was getting shorter, because after entering the city, the convoy was going to Prince Li's palace, and then the rest of the horse convoy would be sent out of the city, or rested or returned immediately.

Mi Yan can only get along with each other in this limited time. The convoy slowly entered the city under the city gate full of armor soldiers on both sides, and all the riders dismounted and followed closely behind to the city, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, so that Mi Yan was a little out of breath.

"Huh? Isn't it Brother Mi? ”

As soon as Mi Yan turned around, he saw a stranger calling him, yes, he was calling him. However, he didn't know this person, and just wanted to answer that he had recognized the wrong person.

The man had already stepped in front of Mi Yan and grabbed his arm, while turning his back and blinking frequently. Mi Yan immediately realized that he should fake a response.

"Ah, what a coincidence, how did you meet here?"

"Let's go and have a few sips at my brother's house."

Zhang Baniu had long wished that Mi Yan would leave, so that he could return to Haizhou safely, and when he saw this, he hurriedly smiled and said: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, anyway, you've already entered the city, you can go by yourself!" ”

Mi Yan pretended to be half-pushed and half-pushed into the alley with the stranger, and then turned east and west into a courtyard, which was an inconspicuous three-entry courtyard. In Shengjing City, a place where the Manchu prince Baylor gathered, it was too ordinary.

Entering the main hall, I saw that there was already a person sitting on the main seat, Mi Yan was stunned for a moment and immediately reacted, isn't this the general's cronies, called Huang Sheng? Wasn't he sent to Taiyuan by the general? Why did you get to Shengjing again?

"Is Mr. Mi wondering why Huang is here?"

Mi Yan said knowingly: "If you shouldn't know, don't ask." However, he is shouldering a heavy responsibility, and he has to ask Brother Huang to help! ”

Huang Sheng has no official position, just a businessman, he doesn't know what to call for a while, so he has the right to call him a brother, and it is not an exaggeration to think about it.

"No problem, all the manpower and material resources of Huang in this Shengjing are subject to Mr. Mi's mobilization!"

"Thank you, Brother Huang!"

Mi Yan bowed and thanked him. "I originally came here as an angel with great fanfare, but there were some twists and turns along the way, so I secretly entered the city!"

"Thanks to Mr. Mi secretly entering the city, otherwise he would not have been able to escape the sweep of the two yellow flag armor soldiers, and now that the news of Huang Taiji's death is tightly sealed, it is impossible for them to let the people of the Ming Dynasty in. It's really thanks to Huang Yuan that he had met Mr. Mi in Taiyuan, otherwise it might have been dangerous......"

After thanking him repeatedly, Mi Yan said solemnly: "The most important thing now is to contact important people in the Manchu Dynasty, and the first thing to bear the brunt of is the pseudo-Prince Zheng Jierharang!" ”

Before he came, Li Xin had already done some detailed analysis with him, and the two major forces of the Manchu court, Dolgon and Daishan, were now leading troops outside. After the death of Huang Taiji, because his eldest son Haoge had become a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty, and the other sons were all young, the two yellow flags fell into a situation where the dragons were leaderless. In Beijing, the blue flag owner Zierharang, who was originally inconspicuous and watertight, suddenly became an absolute figure who affected the situation in Shengjing.

In other words, this person is an absolutely powerful figure during the brief power vacuum in Shengjing City after the death of Huang Taiji. In any case, Mi Yan had to rush to contact him, and only such a great general's plan would go smoothly.

According to Mi Yan's thoughts, Huang Sheng and the others are good at making money, but if they establish contact with the magnates of the level of Zilharang in the city, it will not be so simple.

Unexpectedly, Huang Sheng smiled easily, "What a big deal, isn't it just to meet Zierharang?" As you wish! It's just that his words changed abruptly, "However, that's all, and Huang can't help the rest!" ”

Mi Yan was shocked, it was not easy to see the prince of the Manchu Dynasty casually, and Huang Sheng's idea that they couldn't control each other was naturally understandable.

"In this way, please ask Brother Huang to do his best to arrange, Mi Yan is grateful!"

In the face of Mi Yan's politeness, Huang Sheng was a little unimpressed.

"It's all for the general, what's polite!"

Then he said to the servants beside him: "Go and prepare a pound of 'Fushou Ointment', and then send someone to Prince Zheng's Mansion to inform them that the new goods have been prepared and can be sent at any time." ”

Mi Yan on the side couldn't understand what Huang Sheng and the servant said at all, what "Fushou Ointment", what could be sent at any time, as if this thing was something that Prince Zheng's Mansion urgently needed.

"This 'Fushou Ointment'?"

Huang Sheng laughed, picked up a white porcelain box held by a servant, and opened the lid. Mi Yan stretched out his head curiously to look, only to see that the inner wall of the white porcelain contained a white paste, faintly exuding a strange fragrance. People couldn't help but want to smell it a few more times, Mi Yan even took a deep breath, and suddenly felt refreshed.

When Mi Yan was about to take two more breaths, Huang Sheng closed the lid of the white porcelain with a click, looked at him with a rather playful gaze and smiled: "Does Mr. Mi know?" One tael of this thing is worth one tael of gold......"

What the? A tael of this white paste can top up to a tael of gold? Miyan couldn't believe her ears.

"Brother Huang, but you are fooling those Manchu princes Baylor with this thing?"

Huang Sheng waved his hand and said: "This thing is a genuine peerless treasure, but it is by no means foolish. The Manchu princes and Baylors regarded it as a supreme treasure. Otherwise, Mr. Mi thinks, how can I and a businessman enter and leave the prince's mansion at will? ”

After a pause, Huang Sheng stretched out his right hand and stroked the neatly arranged white porcelain boxes in the tray in front of him, and said quite meaningfully: "Today's catty is enough for that old thing in Ji'er Harang, come out to meet Mr. Shangmi!" ”