Zheng Haizhu looked at Ma Xianglin and his subordinates riding fast and the smoke and dust billowing eastward, sighed slightly, and instructed the coachman to turn into the alley of Qipan Street.

In Ma Fuzhong, Zhang Fengyi Rao has always had the temperament of a golden horse and a big knife, after all, she is in a special period now, her husband was urgently transferred out of the capital, and she couldn't hide her depression.

Although Zheng Haizhu has never given birth to herself, she has saved some mother's scriptures from Han Ximeng and Yan Siqi's wife, and she has also seen how Aya gave birth to Xiaodoubao in Liaoyang City.

She then accompanied Feng Yi and whispered a few words of comfort, which somewhat dispelled the panic of the young mother-to-be.

Seeing that all the family members in Mafu were brought by Zhang Fengyi from her mother's house, and there were no people from Shiqichuan, Zheng Haizhu once again let go of the idea of inquiring about the local symbols, and after finishing dinner, he said goodbye and returned to the inn.

As soon as he got out of the car in front of the door, the man who was squatting at the base of the wall stood up with a courteous face.

It was Zheng Haizhu who recruited the tooth man in Tongzhou Bandaoer, Qin Fang.

Zheng Haizhu asked lightly: "The fellow villagers in Hebei have all seen Zuo Guangdou Zuo Master?" ”

Qin Fang bowed and said: "Back to Mrs. Hui's words, in the afternoon of the next day, Zuo Yushi took the official boat and went to Tongzhou to inspect the fields. Well, Madame is not unhappy, Zuo Yushi seems to be unfamiliar with Mrs. Zuo's name, and when he is young, he follows Mrs. Teaching, and mentions the name of Huang Zun Su Huang of Songjiang Mansion, Zuo Yushi said, it turned out to be my friend in Donglin. ”

When he said the last sentence, he directly abandoned the Beijing accent and learned Zuo Guangdou's Tongcheng accent, which he learned vividly.

Zheng Haizhu used the tone of his subordinates, nodded and said, "Okay, Lao Qin has worked hard, and things have been done beautifully." ”

She was about to turn her head and tell Li Daniu to give Qin Fang a tael of silver, but Qin Fang waved his hand and said: "Madame is not busy rewarding the small ones, there is a more urgent matter, waiting for Madame, Madame don't worry, it's good news." Zuo Yushi, please ask your wife to live in the house. ”

"Huh?" Zheng Haizhu was stunned.

At this time, the innkeeper led a young man in a brocade robe out.

Zheng Haizhu looked at it, it was Dong Qichang's eldest grandson, Dong Ting.

Although Qin Fang was twice as old as Dong Ting, he immediately cut off his tone and said respectfully, "Young Master Dong, let's talk to Mrs. Zheng." ”

Dong Ting and Zheng Haizhu took a look, looked around, Fang took two steps closer, and said softly: "Madame is righteous at Tongzhou Wharf, and the ancestors and Yang Yushi and Zuo Yushi have all said it. It is reported that the one who will occupy the land in the name of Huangzhuang that day is Li Xuanzhi, what is the name, Xi Li, for her mother's family. The ancestor was worried that his wife would live alone in the inn, in case she ...... Master Zuo said that Mrs. Tai and Mrs. Zuo moved from the south this year, and there were many women in the house, and it was very cheap, so he asked Mrs. to take the servants and maids to move to Zuofu. ”

When Zheng Haizhu heard this, of course he was willing.

Dong Qichang, the old Jianghu, is not bad, he will not put on a righteous appearance of a knife in his face, and even emphasize the exchange of interests from time to time, but once he recognizes her Zheng Haizhu is a junior who understands the rules, he will really make a little bit of operation at a critical time.

She pondered it again, and it was similar to what history contained, Zhu Changluo's chosen servant, Xi Li, was really stupid.

The old emperor was so arrogant before he could breathe. No wonder in the later palace transfer case, it was cleaned up by a group of Wenchen in three or two clicks.

Zheng Haizhu stopped his belly slander and asked Dong Ting: "Go today?" ”

Dong Ting nodded: "Long live the big trip, Master Zuo must be waiting in the room with his ministers at this moment, but the guest room in Zuo's Mansion has been prepared for Madame." My ancestor ordered me to send my wife over. ”

Zheng Haizhu then instructed Hua Er and Li Daniu to go into the inn to pack their luggage, and he led the Qin Fang to the side, and said earnestly: "Old Qin, don't be a tooth man in Tongzhou, follow me, the monthly salary is tentatively four taels of silver." Over there in Zuofu, it is inconvenient for me to take Li Daniu and a big man in, you two are looking for another place to live in the inn, you follow him during the day, and he teaches you to do things. ”

Qin Fang was finally convinced that he had met a noble person as he said in the book, and he was like garlic: "The little one will live up to this creation." ”

……

On this night, although the curfew in the capital was stricter, no matter whether it was a deep house compound or a simple house, whether it was an inn or a car shop or a Qinlou Chu Pavilion, under those high and low eaves, in those large and small windows, how many men showed their true colors as political animals more than yesterday and the day before yesterday.

They seem to have suddenly lost most of their interest in the treasured antiques, calligraphy and paintings, the hot books they read, the eight-strand craftsmanship they have worked, the future livelihood they are worried about, and even the hot bodies of the sisters in the brothel.

Their energy, at least in a short timeline, will be used to guess how much the court and the people will change due to the new monarch's accession to the throne.

They would keep thinking or discussing until late at night, because they couldn't sleep anyway - this night, all the monasteries and Taoist temples in the capital would ring endlessly, following the etiquette to express their sorrow for the Wanli Emperor who abandoned the world.

On the east side of Chongwenmen Street, in a dilapidated courtyard near Fahua Temple, Zhu Qianju stood in the moonlight, listening to the bells, and a sneering smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, the middle-aged man who had arrived before the curfew began, stood respectfully, waiting until he turned around to continue the conversation he had just had a moment earlier.

"Master, the slave still has something to report."

Zhu Qianju subconsciously frowned: "I'm not you Jurchens, some master and slave." ”

The man lowered his body by two points, and was speechless for a moment.

Zhu Qianju raised his hand in vain: "It's nothing, Mr. Bo, you can call me Your Highness." ”

The man said: "Your Highness, today the little one is prescribing medicine for his doll at Liu Qiao's house, and there is a Mrs. Anyuan surnamed Zheng who comes to visit." ”

Zhu Qianju remained silent: "Mrs. title? Which courtier's family member in Beijing is it? ”

"Like, it's not. The small ear power is acceptable, and the place of the Liu family is cramped, and when the woman's maid came to report, the little one could hear clearly, and they came from Beizhen Fusi. Your Royal Highness, if it is a courtier's family member, and it is not a prison visit, how can he go to Beizhen Fusi alone, and because he has been stained with the light of his husband's descendants and has been named a wife, there will be no word 'Anyuan'. ”

"Okay, I know, our people will go and check," Zhu Qianjue's indifference squeezed out a thumbs up, "Mr. Bo is worthy of being the right-hand man sent by Sibeile, you Jurchens, the best hunters, so Ming Min is very." ”

Mr. Bo, whose Han name is Bo Xun, moved from Shanxi to Liaodong that year and was taken captive by the Jianzhou Jurchens. He has some kung fu and some ancestral medical skills, so not only was he not assigned to be a coat, but he was also courteous to Nurhachi, and he was familiar with the young emperor Taiji, and often hunted together. In the forty-fourth year of Wanli, Nurhachi established himself as a khan, and Huang Taiji, who was scheming and focused on spying and spying, ordered Bo Xun to lurk back to the Ming Kingdom, first went to his hometown in Shanxi to practice medicine for two years, and then came to the capital to sit in the court.

Bo Xun this time, when the summer moon was about to end, he suddenly received an order from Huang Taiji to obey the orders of a remnant of the Ming clan.

After all, he was originally a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, and he could guess that the eerie "His Highness" in front of him was a descendant of Emperor Jianwen.

Or, call yourself "the descendant of Emperor Jianwen".

Bo Xun is not interested in truth or falsehood, and does what Sibeile says, that's it.

"Your Highness, what else do you want to tell the little ones?" Bo Xun said respectfully.

"Oh, sir, let's go to the wing room and rest."

"Thank you, Your Highness, as soon as the curfew opens tomorrow morning, the little ones will go back to the west."

Zhu Qianhui pursed his lips: "This time, let Liu Qiao's family trust Mr. ”