An hour later, the convoy of Weiyuan Dart Bureau had already pulled a cart of yellow artemisia through Qiongzhou City.

At this time, Qiongzhou City has not yet become a tourist attraction, let alone high-rise buildings and five-star hotels.

However, the administrative division has been formed, the states and counties are clearly distinguished, and the gap between the later generations is not large, it is already a relatively mature area, compared with the inland areas, especially some towns in the north, Qiongzhou is obviously richer, presumably related to the local climate.

And the so-called malaria disease area basically exists in the whole of Qiongzhou. This time, Liu Xinju's destination to deliver medicine is relatively far away, which is the border area of Qiongshan, Ding'an, and Chengmai counties, which is later Tunchang County, and the hometown of Hai Rui, a famous minister in Jiajing.

Zhu Qizhen was on the back of the team on a few carriages, lying on the high stacks, it happened that Artemisia annua could repel mosquitoes, but he was not harassed by mosquitoes at all, and he was extremely comfortable hanging behind the convoy and walking towards the ward.

The tip of his nose was full of the smell of yellow artemisia, and the carriage under him walked through the bumpy road from time to time, and after the bumps were transmitted to the haystack, and then under Zhu Qizhen, it changed from stiff to soft, and it made people sleepy one by one.

Although Zhu Qizhen closed his eyes, he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he couldn't let go of the dream of the stevedore Ah Hao in his heart.

The biggest obstacle to a person's dream is not family and opportunities, but a piece of household registration.

"Li Xian, you said that this household registration system ......" As soon as he was halfway through the words, Zhu Qizhen realized that Li Xian did not follow, and looked at the two generals beside him, a eunuch and a doctor, melancholy.

The four of them stared at each other, and they didn't know what to say.

Guangdong political envoy Yamen

"Ahh Li Xian sneezed hard, and the handkerchief was sprayed by this sneeze.

"Brother Yuan De is not tired and infected with wind and cold, right?" Shang Shi looked at Li Xian's posture and asked hurriedly.

Li Xian looked at Shang Qian with disgust and said, "Hongzai, you just want me to be sick so much?" ”

"I'm not, no, it's not that Brother Yuan De has already sneezed a few times in a row, and I'm worried that I want you to go to see the doctor.

It's hard to get on the right track, but we can't get sick, or we won't be busy. ”

As soon as Shang said this, everyone present immediately laughed.

Li Xian made a sad expression and said, "Brother Hongzai, I thought you cared about me, and I was still a little happy in my heart.

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Now it seems that you are just afraid that you will work more when I am sick, which really makes me so sad. ”

After speaking, seeing that no one answered, Li Xian's eyes turned, and he saw Wang Ji coming from outside the door wearing armor, and his powerful aura made even Geng Jiuchou a little uncomfortable.

Everyone got up and went to the outside of the lobby to greet each other, and began to greet each other from a long distance.

"Master Hou!"

Wang Ji had a smile on his face, and the atmosphere was harmonious with everyone.

"Colleagues, Benhou received a military report from Guizhou, and now that the rebels are about to be encircled and suppressed, Benhou can no longer stay in Guangzhou."

As soon as Wang Ji opened his mouth, everyone looked solemn, although Wang Ji only led the troops to help pacify the chaos, but after all, he helped a lot, and now that people are leaving, it is really not good to show how happy they are.

"Master Hou, without your pressure array, how can we find a clue from the mess?

If possible, I still want to ask Hou Ye to stay in Guangzhou for a little longer, and when the imperial court sends someone over, we will all free up our hands, so that we can accompany you to walk around, there are still some places to go in Guangzhou. Geng Jiuchou said politely.

"yes!"

……

The crowd echoed in unison

Wang Ji said with a regretful look: "Ben Hou also wants to drink more morning tea, although these days are not short, but so many delicacies have not been tasted, I don't know if there is a chance to eat."

It's just that the military situation waits for no one, and for the sake of the long-term peace and stability of Guizhou and Huguang provinces, Ben Hou had to go. ”

"Then when is Master Hou going to set off?" Dong Xing asked.

"Now."

Wenyuan Pavilion of the Forbidden City

At this time, there were only two people left in the cabinet, Hu Hu and Yu Qian, who held the thick book written by Geng Jiuchou in his hand and looked at Yu Qian coldly.

"Yuan Jiegong, are you here?" Yu Qian asked cautiously.

Hu Hu glared and said angrily: "Do you just let the emperor mess around like this?" first killed a group of officials and a prince in Henan Province.

It's good now, I want to clear the entire officialdom in Guangdong, and if I don't invite it back, something may happen! Why didn't you send a message asking the Holy Lord to come back? ”

Yu Qian said helplessly: "Yuan Jiegong, you and I are both courtiers, the emperor is unwilling to return to the palace, even if I call, the emperor may not come back." ”

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"Then I said that I would report to the Queen Mother, and the Queen Mother would announce the emperor's return to Beijing, why did you not agree?

also sang against me with that Cao Nai, originally Wang Zhen's party had collapsed, after these two incidents, how many people had to be released by Cao Nai? The eunuchs have misled the country. "Without a third person, Hu Hu at this moment looks a little like a coquettish child.

"The Queen Mother has long known that the emperor is not in the palace, so don't force her to be an old man. This will still be angry for the emperor to hide things, after all, it is the emperor's own uncle, and it was so embarrassing at that time, let's also have more understanding from the courtiers, right? Yu Qian persuaded again.

Hu Hu snorted twice and stopped talking, but his heaving chest still showed his dissatisfaction.

"Yuan Jiegong, I have always respected you, but there are some things, but I have to fight with you, I think the same is true for the emperor.

Whether it is Guangdong or Henan affairs, they are all people who should be killed, don't you feel that people and gods are angry after watching what they have done? ”

"But after all, it is hundreds of human lives, officialdom has always been like this, even when Taizu was not the same as the light?

If you really kill them all, will you still be like when the country was founded, pulling the prisoners of the national prison to become officials, and jumping everywhere? Even if you want to change, you have to take your time! Hu Hu sighed.

Yu Qian persuaded again: "My Yuan Jiegong, when the Son of Heaven is a figure like Taizong, he can descend to the border and rule the Nine Heavens when he gets off the horse."

What you and I can't do, the emperor may not be able to do it, now take advantage of the big victory over the Tartars, purge the officialdom of the tumor, and less Huang Xiaoyang and rebel seedlings, isn't that also the wish of the first emperor and Emperor Renzong? ”

Seeing Yu Qian move out of the Second Emperor Renxuan, Hu Hu no longer refuted, threw Song Shu on the table and left.

Jingshi Zhao returned to Jinggongfang, there is a lonely old alley inside, because there is a nursing home in the alley and got the name. In later generations, it was called Qiangulouyuan Hutong, which is located in the northwest of Dongcheng District of the capital, southeast of Gulou, and is in an east-west direction. It starts from Nanluoguxiang in the east, ends in the south of Wazi Hutong in the west, and communicates with Hougulouyuan Hutong in the north.

There are more than 1,000 widows, widows and lonely people in the nursing home, including 70 young children, and there are slightly more female dolls than male dolls.

Zhu Qiyu, the king of the Ming Dynasty, stood in front of them in a python robe, surrounded by a few uninhabited officials who nodded and bowed, their faces were stiff with smiles, waiting for the prince to speak.

Zhu Qiyu rarely looked angry, slapped one of them in the face, and roared: "That's how you did this? ”

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