Chapter XXXV. Against the Alliance

Fan Wencheng assumed the alias Fan Yun and arrived in Beijing for more than two months. From Huang Weizheng's mouth, he learned that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty had left Beijing and went south to Fuzhou.

In the past two months in Beijing, Fan Wencheng didn't say anything on his face, but he became more and more depressed in his heart. He felt that if he could be in Daming, wouldn't he be much stronger than this Huang Weizheng in front of him. He was unsuccessful in Daming, and he invested in Houjin, and he always felt that Daming people looked at him strangely.

So he said to Huang Weizheng in a cliché:

"Brother Huang Xian, Fan is just choosing the master and serving, but he is also criticized by the laity. Fortunately, Huang Xiandi did not give up. There is something unclear about my brother, if I don't care about the affairs of the lord of the country, this Zheng Sanjun is also a scholar, why can he be disloyal and unjust?"

What could Huang Weizheng say, he could only smile bitterly:

"Brother hasn't seen it clearly, this Emperor Majesty is serious and has the shadow of a scholar. If this is said, how could Da Ming trample on the scholars to such a degree? Entering the government with martial arts, entering the government with Xu officials, choosing Western evil laws, and letting the eunuch party run rampant. Killing the royal family, killing the powerful, and killing the prince is like drinking water and eating. The world is puzzled, and the important ministers of the court are even more complacent about the small profits in front of them. I have a sentence that is not worth talking about, these days I heard my brother tell about what the Great Khan of Huangtaiji did, it is a generation of masters, it's a pity!"

These few words were said in Fan Wencheng's heart at once.

He also stood up and sighed, and said:

"yes, yes. I want to abandon my hometown and go to the wilderness, that's nothing more than that."

"But my heart is unwilling, my heart is unwilling. However, this kind of emperor has the dawn of heaven, succeeding the great unification, and becoming the co-lord of the world. Poor Huang Taiji, his heart yearns for the Central Plains culture, the style of Shilin, and the mind of Donglin. However, my Houjin got up between the white mountains and black waters, surrounded by people who drank blood. However, Huang Taiji is still a corporal of Lixian, and Zhou Gong vomits. But I hate, this thief, God, has made me bear the name of a thief, and I will not be able to carry out my life's ambitions."

"It's a pity, whether God is blind or not. After a good day, who knew that this little boy was self-inflicted, first beheading all the powerful people, and then all-out stabbing the squire. It seems that this calm world is actually surging. Sending heavy troops to surround the Qufu Kong clan and escorting Yan Shenggong to the capital like a prisoner, the heart of the world's scholars was lost, and Shandong was bound to be in turmoil. persecuted King Fu too much, so that the prince of King Fu rose up, echoing the eight thieves in Shaanxi, and the poor governor of the northwest, Hong Chengchou, was anxious. The tax clearance in Jiangnan has made the southern gentry and common people complain, and many Jiangnan officials in the DPRK and China have secretly hated it. In addition, the use of troops everywhere, the construction of a large number of buildings, arrogant and extravagant. Brother Fan, this was never an opportunity for you and me."

"Good! Good! Okay!"

When Fan Wencheng heard this, he was also very happy. I can't help but say:

"Brother Huang Xian is also a talent buried in the Ming Dynasty. Come, come, let's enjoy this longevity plaster together."

With that, he took out two lumps of black plaster from the cupboard, reclined down on the couch, and beckoned the maid to light it for herself.

Fan Wencheng has fled back to Houjin since North Korea and picked up a small life. When he returned, he spent thirteen months in a dark, cold, damp dungeon, and was left with a painful illness.

Seeking medical treatment everywhere to no avail, until one day he occasionally met a traveling doctor walking the street, and seeing that this easily relieved the pain of several veterans' old injuries, Fan Wencheng invited him home. After reading it, the doctor only said that his injuries had penetrated deep into his intestines, and he could not be cured and could only be relieved for a long time. The tour doctor gave him this blissful plaster, which was heated and applied externally and suctioned.

Sure enough, according to the instructions of the traveling doctor, after a few days, he not only got rid of his pain, but also became more and more relaxed, as if he had returned to his youth.

"This ointment heals the sick and strengthens the body without disease."

Huang Weizheng accepted their money a long time ago, but it was only this time that Fan Wencheng came over in person and convinced Fan Wencheng with his superb insight, and he completely became the core person in their hearts.

is only like this, but he only accompanied Fan Wencheng to enjoy the fun of three or four times of treatment. Fan Wencheng's feeling was that the small pain he had accumulated for several days was gone. And Huang Wei

The feeling is that his head is empty, and the poems and scriptures he read in his youth, and the lines of hairpins running in front of him.

As for why Huang Weizheng cooperated with Fan Wencheng, there was no other reason, that is, the other party gave money too happily. It's so refreshing that Huang Weizheng is really a businessman who has been serving the Ministry of Industry since last year, and he hasn't collected a penny.

There has been no treatment for three days, Huang Weizheng is still a little thinking, and his bones are itchy.

The two of them lay down on the chaise longue, waiting for the girl next to them to prepare the treatment equipment, and there was a pair of gossips:

"Brother Fan, it's very unwise to start with the emperor. I have a plan here that can make the whole court have no peace for at least two years." I don't know why, as soon as Huang Weizheng lay on the top of this chaise longue, his thoughts flowed like a spring.

"Shoot a man before a horse, capture a thief before capture the king." If the emperor is not chaotic, the Ming Dynasty will be chaotic, it is difficult!"

"Not necessarily. Now the Son of Heaven has nominally handed over all the administrative affairs of the country to Han Ying, and he has killed Han Ying even if he wants to go over. It's nothing more than a change of prime minister. But Brother Fan, think about it, is it that simple?"

"Oh? How?" Fan Wencheng thinks the most in this regard.

"One, look at how many people in this court are blushing at the position of prime minister. When a state minister steps down, we don't have the opportunity to encourage everyone to grab the position of state minister. How many attacks, how many conspiracies, how many dog-eat-dog will there be. Then let's add another fire and kill the loudest, Brother Fan, how long do you think this is going to be messed up?"

Smelling the smoked Bliss plaster emitting a vague and bewildering fragrance, Huang Weizheng's mind and thoughts became clearer.

"Besides, people go to tea and cool, and people die in politics. He Han Ying stays, the policy is the policy, Han Ying is gone, isn't this policy going to be messed up for some time."

Well, these words seemed to open a huge door in front of Fan Wencheng.

He went a little extreme, losing to Daming in North Korea, and later learned that he lost to Zhu Youzhen, he set all his eyes on Zhu Youzhen, and wanted to establish his reputation in Houjin and Daming through a victory. I also want to prove myself once in front of Huang Taiji, who is extremely magnanimous to himself.

"I think it's bad! I think it's bad!" He slapped his thigh and flipped the maid sitting next to him to the ground. Only then did he respectfully hold the smoking gun for Huang Weizheng.

"I still need a virtuous brother to teach me."

Huang Weizheng was lying there with a loud voice, and said with a smile:

"Brother sit, brother is familiar with history books, heaven and man are sensitive, have you ever understood?"

Syllable!

Fan Wencheng slapped his thigh heavily.

"Brother Huang Xian, it's really Zhuge who is alive."

"Hmph, give that Zheng Sanjun a little more benefit, do you know now why I want to win over this waste person from the Ministry of Rites?"

"Good, good! I'll send two more women over in a moment. Rest assured, I still have gold and silver treasures, beautiful women's mansions, and my queen gold."

Houjin, Shengjing.

"Dr. Liang, Dr. Liang!" An old man banged on the door outside a remote house.

"Who!" It took a long time for the traveling doctor named Dr. Liang to open the door, and as the door opened, a smell of medicine wafted out.

"Eh, Old Wu, why did you come so late this month. I said yesterday that you might not come."

It can be seen that the two know each other. The man named Lao Wu was followed by three carriages.

"Let's not talk yet, you let the guys bring the herbs in first. You too, how can you still dispense medicine alone, and you don't invite a buddy."

Dr. Liang shook his head and said with a smile:

"Church disciples, starve Master. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

"It's you, the mountains and rivers are far away on this road, and there are strong beams infested, you have to be careful."

Soon, the things on the carriage were moved, and Dr. Liang let Lao Wu in.

"What's wrong? Are there still people at the door?"

"Isn't it, it's always there." Doctor Liang threw the towel in his hand to the ground and pulled Lao Wu into the room to sit down.

"Fan Wencheng went out, it should have gone to Jingshi, you hurry up and bring the news back."

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm." Dr. Liang nodded.

"Some information and information about the other four flags, I have already put them in your compartment just now, hurry up and bring them back."

"Be careful."

"Leave me alone, I can't run away if I can't beat me. You should also hurry up, won't I be free after the destruction of Jin?"