There was a mess in Shenyang early in the morning, and many people even ran to the imperial palace and asked Huang Taiji to take the initiative to make an appointment as soon as possible.
The leak of military information naturally ushered in the wrath of the senior leaders of Jianli. It didn't take long for Shenyang City to arrest people on a large scale and even publicly execute some street gangsters, which gradually calmed down this'rumor'.
At this time, Zhou Zheng's carriage had left Shenyang City and was heading south at the fastest speed.
Huang Weihuai's face in the carriage was full of iron cyan, and he was also nervous as he clutched the trousers on his thighs with both hands.
Shenyang was originally the land of tigers and wolves. Jianlu suddenly moved like this, how could he not worry, and constantly urged the carriage to be faster and faster.
Zhou Zheng's expression remained as usual, but he was worried whether Li Xiaobin and others were hiding deep enough, hoping that no one would be exposed.
Then he was thinking that he has already achieved this step. Yuan Chonghuan and Mao Wenlong should be vigilant and won't be fooled so easily.
From the beginning to the end, Zhou Zheng never thought about the impact of the spread of this'rumor' on the senior leaders of Jianlu.
The carriages of Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng quickly moved south, farther and farther away from Shenyang City.
Li Xiaobin and others have already withdrawn from the incident at this moment, quietly hiding themselves, and watching the development of the situation in their own eyes.
They just bought an alcoholic minion from Mangguertai's mansion, and then led him to get drunk in the restaurant, bragging, and they pushed the flames behind, which caused this'rumor'.
Now that this'rumor' has been established, they have succeeded in retreating, cut off all clues, continue to lurch, and never show up again.
But in the high-level Jianlu that they can't see, there is a rumbling, awe-inspiring tension, and a silent air of murder.
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In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, on February 13th, Huang Weihuai and Zhou Zheng's carriage finally returned to Ningyuan City. Everyone in the three carriages breathed a sigh of relief. This is truly safe.
Yuan Chonghuan greeted Huang Weihuai and others immediately, but did not care about Zhou Zheng.
Zhou Zheng didn't cling to it, and when he arrived at the room arranged for him, he fell asleep.
The carriage at this time, the road at this time, his bones were about to fall apart, and his muscles were sore and unbearable.
Yuan Chonghuan's secret room is only him and Huang Weihuai.
Huang Weihuai told Yuan Chonghuan in detail about what will happen in Shenyang.
Yuan Chonghuan didn't bother, after he finished speaking, he asked a few key questions, and then fell into deep thought.
Huang Weihuai did not dare to bother even more. What happened in Shenyang, especially the'rumor', caused Huang Weihuai to be deeply disturbed.
After a long time, Yuan Chonghuan recovered from his meditation and said to himself: "It seems that Huang Taiji's truce is a fake, and it is true that Huang Taiji's truce is a fake."
Huang Weihuai just looked at Yuan Chonghuan without answering.
Yuan Chonghuan glanced at him and said: "Huang Taiji is the fourth Baylor and has insufficient prestige. He will use the war to eliminate dissidents or weaken their rights. The armistice is false, and the rumor is mostly true."
Huang Weihuai's expression suddenly tightened, and said, "My lord, what should I do then?"
Yuan Chonghuan’s expression remained the same, but it felt like he gave out a sneer, saying: "What Nurhachi can't do, Huang Taiji can't do it! It's okay, there are still a few months away, I have to prepare."
Now it’s only February. It will take at least two or three months for Jianluo to withdraw his troops from North Korea and then cross the Linghe River. This time is not long or short, and it is enough for Yuan Chonghuan to do a lot of things.
Huang Weihuai breathed a sigh of relief and asked again: "The court, how should I reply?"
Yuan Chonghuan took a look at him and said, "Spring and Autumn style, don't need me to teach you."
Huang Weihuai suddenly understood, nodded and said: "Okay, I get it."
Yuan Chonghuan was as calm as usual. He was not irritated or lost square inch because of being deceived by Huang Taiji. He paused for a moment and said, "What do you think of Zhou Zhengyun?"
A smile appeared on Huang Weihuai's face, and said: "Although young and impulsive, and often rants, but the righteousness is awe-inspiring, the strength of character is like loose, the crisis is not chaotic, and there is no fear of life and death, I think it can be a guide.
Yuan Chonghuan listened in amazement and said, "Don't you hate him very much?"
Huang Wei smiled and said, "I hate it now, talent is rare."
Yuan Chonghuan looked at him thoughtfully, and immediately said: "After you go back, don't write too much to Zhou Zhengyun, just a few words occasionally."
Huang Weihuai was puzzled, and said, "My lord, what does this mean?"
Yuan Chonghuan thought about himself, saying: "The water in the capital is too deep. He has offended too many people before. After he goes back, he won't be rewarded. It would be good if he could keep his position. It would be good to grind his temper.
Huang Weihuai comprehend and said: "The official understands, adults don't worry."
No matter what Huang Weihuai thought of, Yuan Chonghuan shook his head in his heart. He didn't like Zhou Zheng. Whether Zhou Zheng was in the capital or in Liaodong, he didn't like Zhou Zheng's deeds. Then, he didn't like Zhou Zheng.
Young people should listen honestly.
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Zhou Zheng slept around until the afternoon. Yuan Chonghuan didn't see him, nor did he take the initiative to ask for him. He walked around Ningyuan City.
There are signs of construction everywhere in Ningyuan City, and it is constantly increasing and thickening, and the military and civilians are in a hurry.
Zhou Zheng wandered around at random, feeling that Ning Yuancheng was a little more tense than last time, and he secretly relieved, finally not wasting his thoughts.
After walking for a while, Zhou Zheng suddenly asked the soldiers beside him, "The last time I saw two Xiyi people, are they still there?"
The soldier was a little young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked at Zhou Zhengdao: "Is your Lord talking about the Flange robot? They are gone. I heard they went to Tianjin Wei."
'Tianjin Guardian? '
Zhou Zheng thought in his heart that Tianjin is indeed a good seaport, but it is not a suitable trading port. If you want sea trade, it is best to be in Guangdong.
Then I couldn’t help wondering whether Wei Xizhuang had left Beijing and how Shangguanxun had digested Li Shi’s industries...
Just as Zhou Zheng was about to go downstairs, he suddenly noticed that this young man seemed a little unusual. The armor he wore was different from that of other soldiers. He curiously asked, "By the way, what is your name?"
The soldier hurriedly said: "Don't dare, the villain Cao Bianjiao."
Zhou Zheng looked startled, and looked at this young soldier seriously. It was Cao Bianjiao. This man would be a fierce general in the future. He had made great achievements in suppressing bandits and resisting the Manchu and Qing Dynasty, and finally he was martyred.
His uncle is Cao Wenzhao, and he is also a great general!
After being surprised, Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "Well, the future is boundless."
Cao Bianjiao is now unknown, just an ordinary soldier. To Zhou Zheng's praise, he just said, "My lord is joking."
The status of Ming's soldiers was very low. They were literati in charge of the army, and there were very few real soldiers in the upper ranks.
Cao Bianjiao was neither humble nor overbearing, and his manners were moderate. Zhou Zheng admired it even more. He jotted it down in his heart and said with a smile on his face: "Who is right about the future."
Cao Bianjiao only regarded the kind of casual remarks of the superior, and did not take it seriously, and accompanied Zhou Zheng down the tower.
Zhou Zheng got off the tower, turned around his room, and passed by Huang Weihuai's room. He saw that his door was open and he was writing something. He raised his head and looked at him with a smile on his face.
Just as Zhou Zheng was about to continue walking, Huang Weihuai suddenly turned his head and shouted: "You are here just right. I have already written the memorandum for submission. You are the deputy envoy, let's sign it."
As deputy envoy, Zhou Zheng, of course, had to sign Huang Weihuai's memorial.
Zhou Zheng heard the words and walked over and picked up his memo.
Huang Weihuai's italics is very good and looks very beautiful. The whole story of this memorial is that the trip to Shenyang went smoothly this time, and we came back safely. At the same time, it was written that'servileness is not disciplined, and its words are difficult to distinguish','The Evil of Liaodong should be self-improvement','Shenyang is like boiling, and rumors are everywhere, and they are true and false, fearing to be a trap'.
It probably means, I went, but I don't know anything, I don't know anything, that's the way it is, please judge by the emperor and the court.
As for Zhou Zheng, he was very cooperative, helped a little, and brought Zhou Zheng's name in a total of three times.
The front is the head up of the show, the text once, and the signature once.
Huang Weihuai has been observing Zhou Zheng's face and smilingly said, "This time it went well. I will cover your things for you, so there is no need to worry."
The mission this time, as long as there is no talk of collapse, it is meritorious, and the court will surely have a reward.
Huang Weihuai's words mean that the credit is his, not Zhou Zheng's share, and at the same time he wants to sell Zhou Zheng a favor!
Where can Zhou Zheng fail to see Huang Weihuai's careful thoughts, his face remained as usual, and said: "Where is the promotion after Master Huang goes back?"
Huang Weihuai couldn't hide the smug smile on his face, and said, "I won't hide it from you, the family doctor."
"This is a lack of fat." Zhou Zheng nodded. The official positions of the Ministry of Households are all fat and scarce. The poorest is the treasury, and the yamen will not be poor, especially the people inside!
Huang Wei smiled and looked at Zhou Zheng, and said: "You will not be bad. The things you caused before are almost over. At least your supervisory censor can be kept. It will be more low-key in the future and there is still a future."
Zhou Zheng just faintly smiled at this kind of caring words from the superiors, and put down this memo: "Then I wish Lord Huang a bright future and prosperous officials."
Huang Weihuai is about to be promoted, and he is in a particularly good mood. He said, "We can be considered as sharing hardships. After returning to Beijing, if you have anything to do, please come to me."
Zhou Zheng naturally wouldn't take it seriously. Just as he was about to ask Li Hengbing to add the names of some of his companions in the memorial book, suddenly someone rushed in and whispered in Huang Weihuai's ear.
Huang Weihuai's face changed suddenly, and he stood up abruptly and was about to go out. He turned around and took the memo into his arms before he could talk to Zhou Zheng. He left.
Zhou Zheng looked at his expression, wondering in his heart that something happened to the capital again.
Sure enough, Huang Weihuai, who returned soon after, had a gloomy expression. Without the joy of being promoted, he closed the door and never came out again.
On the second day, Zhou Zheng and his party prepared to leave Ningyuan.
Yuan Chonghuan did not show up, but the guerrilla general Zuo Fu came to give it away.
Inside the carriage, Huang Weihuai's expression is still bad, his face is constipated, he is silent, his eyes are red, and there is nowhere to vent his anger.
Zhou Zheng did not ask, but read the book by himself.
For more than ten days along the way, Huang Weihuai did not say what happened.
Zhou Zheng can probably guess that it is nothing more than the nasty things in the officialdom. He has new ideas for the future, so he has a cold-eyed attitude toward the intrigues in the officialdom.
The seventh year of the apocalypse, the second day of March.
As soon as Zhou Zheng arrived in the capital, before he got out of the carriage, Liu Liuzhe ran over quickly and said anxiously: "Second Young Master, it's not good, our Zhou Ji is surrounded by the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion!" (End of this chapter)