This evening.

Dragoon Battalion.

The officers and men of the three armed forces had a good time, and it can be said that they stayed all night.

Zhang Rui also drank too much.

Still, he insisted on going home.

Afterwards.

He rode back to the British Mansion on his own, and by the way, he took a day off from Xu Zhiqiu and Liang Tai in the camp, and he had one more matter to deal with in person tomorrow.

A special business.

Da!

Da!

Da!

He rode on his horse and staggered in the direction of the British Mansion.

As soon as he returned to the British Mansion, the people in the mansion immediately took him back to his own courtyard and settled down.

The maidservant Nan Jing waited intimately around her.

"Second Young Master, come and drink a cup of sobering tea."

Hearing this, Zhang Rui forced his sleepy body, got up from the warm and comfortable big bed.

He's got something to do tonight.

It's not possible to sleep.

When a prince of the Guogong Mansion wants to make a difference, Zhang Rui has a lot of things to do, he can't live a comfortable and luxurious life, especially in this troubled world.

Today's Ming Kingdom is in a critical period of national extinction, he knows better than anyone that this time Li Zicheng's terrible consequences of the Eastern Crusade, and now, he finally donated money and materials to let the division of the Three Roads Qin Wang smoothly enter Beijing.

This is the first step to change your life.

Hope it works.

Once the capital of the Ming Kingdom could not be defended, he could only flee to the south of the Ming Dynasty with his family.

This is the next step.

It is also a path that he will not choose unless he has to.

"Second young master, be careful of burning."

Nanjing gently reminded.

"Yes!"

After taking the sobering tea, Zhang Rui took the opportunity to touch Nanjing's little hand by the way, and it was really light and slippery, and it was cold and cold, and it felt very good.

This small move made Nan Jingqiao's face blush, and the deer on her chest collided, and she didn't dare to look at Zhang Rui shyly.

(embarrassing)

"Goo!!"

After taking a big sip of sobering tea, Zhang Rui shook his head slightly, feeling that his spirit was sober for three points.

Afterwards.

He asked Nam Jing to change his clothes.

Out.

"Second young master, you are going there again, and now it's already three watches."

Nan Jing asked worriedly.

"I owe someone a favor today, and I must make amends, otherwise, someone will hate me."

Zhang Rui shook his head and said.

This person was his childhood friend.

The two are brothers in life and death.

"But, Second Young Master, it's not early this day, I, I'm really not at ease. If not, I'll ask some of the guards in the house to come with you. ”

Nanjing said.

"No, you don't."

"Nanjing, you wait for me at home, I'll be back soon."

Zhang Rui shook his head and refused.

This person is inconvenient for others to know.

"Oh!"

"However, Second Young Master, be careful on the road."

Nan Jing saw Zhang Rui's insistence, and knew that the other party had his reasons, so she no longer insisted.

"Yes!"

Zhang Rui put on a black robe and staggered towards Nancheng at night.

Afterwards.

He came to the back door of a house.

Push the door in.

(The door is not closed)

From the backyard to the main hall of the house, although it is already the third watch, but the lights here are still brilliant, but in the courtyard, there is no one.

After that, Zhang Rui entered the main hall room with ease.

Just arrived at the door.

A cold voice came.

"You're late."

(There is a bit of dissatisfaction in the words)

"Giggle!!"

Hearing this, Zhang Rui couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Strode into the main chamber.

Afterwards.

A familiar figure appeared in the main hall room, it was none other than Ma Boyang, the son of the Duke of Eguo who had a conflict with Zhang Rui in broad daylight.

A table of good food and drink.

It's piping hot.

However, there is no good wine.

"You're having a good time today."

"It's majestic."

"My Longquan sword and my BMW, as well as a silver ticket of five thousand taels."

"How do you compensate me?"

Zhang Rui and Ma Boyang sat down face to face, and as soon as they sat down, they heard Ma Boyang's package of complaints.

"Drink some tea first, the smell of alcohol."

Ma Boyang poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Zhang Rui.

(Care)

"Compensation?"

"Be sure to pay for it."

"However, I won't give you money and famous swords, this time I'll give you a chance to make money."

"You'll be satisfied."

Zhang Rui took the hot tea and drank it all.

"An opportunity to make money?"

"What are the opportunities to make money, you prodigal fellow? Let's not talk about that. ”

"I ask you."

"I lost such a big face today, how did it work?"

Ma Boyang asked.

"Okay."

"No!"

"To be precise, the effect is unexpectedly good, after today's events, I have taken initial control of the Dragoon Battalion."

"Ma Donkey, I want to thank you for today's events."

Zhang Rui said very sincerely.

As he spoke, he began to pick up his chopsticks and eat.

At today's feast, I drank clean wine.

Actually, I didn't eat enough.

"If only you had this heart."

"Zhang Rui, I also inquired about you. There seems to be an eyeliner in the dragoon camp. I don't know exactly who it is, but you have to be careful. Our lord, he is not a good bird, and he does not speak of faith. ”

"Now that the Ming Kingdom has fallen like this, his responsibility also accounts for a large factor."

"Many of my learned people in the Ming Kingdom have heard that they have been enveloped by other countries, and recently, the Great Song Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty and other countries have released their words. They are willing to accept the officials, generals, merchants, and people of our Daming Kingdom unconditionally. ”

"The situation in our capital is still because of the king, and there is not much change for the time being."

"However, in other places, many people are quietly transferring their possessions and preparing to flee to other countries."

Ma Boyang said.

"Ma donkey, your mutton pot, authentic, the master from there, introduce me another day."

"You don't know, I like to eat mutton in my life."

Zhang Rui diverted the topic and said.

"Alright."

"I won't say it, I know that you are loyal and patriotic, and you don't want to listen to me speak ill of that king."

Ma Boyang said.

"Ma Donkey, I advise you to say less such things in the future, we are different from others, we are the Ming Dynasty, and the court is both glorious and loss-oriented."

"Even if the king is not, we also have to support the community."

"My father's donation to let me sell my land and property is also to save the Ming Kingdom."

"The food of the king, the matter of loyalty to the king."

"You said that if the Ming Kingdom dies, what will happen to us nobles?"

"Even if we flee to other countries, helpless and without the protection of power, how can we live as well as we do now?"

Zhang Rui on the side patiently persuaded him.

Carefully explain the advantages and disadvantages.

Saving the Ming Kingdom, relying on his own strength, is tantamount to a drop in the bucket, Ma Boyang, as the son of the Duke of E, if he can get his approval, he may be able to get the support of the Duke of E.

In today's court, among the nobles of the Ming Dynasty, the Duke of Eguo and the Duke of Britain are the leaders, but the two of them are not looking at each other and competing against each other, otherwise, if they join forces, the integration of the power of the nobles can also form a large force.

"This?"

"Zhang Rui, what you said is reasonable, but the country is in business, for us, it is a little far away, we just need to do our part."

"As for the rest, there is the king's business."

Ma Boyang said.

He said this on his lips, but he still agreed with what Zhang Rui said in his heart, one of the reasons for the weakness of the Ming Kingdom was also due to internal strife.

The game between the civil official group and Chongzhen, and the Xungui group and the civilian official group are at odds.