Zhang Yitan knelt on the ground, with a cold sweat on his head, and a numb scalp, said: "My lord, the final general... That is drunken talk, no offense, disrespect to the grown-ups. The final general has followed the grown-ups for more than ten years, and he has no different intentions, please Master Mingjian!"
Zhou Zheng turned his head, looked at Dongfang, and said: "Okay, get up. It's early for you to follow me. Your colleagues, generals, deputy generals, and even the generals have all sat down, and this year I'm next to me. Everyone is promoted one by one, but you didn’t move, and there were some grumbling words. It’s not surprising."
Zhang Yitan trembled all over, with cold sweat on his head.
The adult in front of him, he has been following for more than ten years, and he has also been a guard for a period of time. In some wars, he has also fended off a knife for Zhou Zheng. He has been promoted from a small soldier to a deputy sergeant. It is completely Zhou Zheng. With one hand, trust is also visible when stationed at Dongzhimen.
It's just that the "adults are partial", "the cronies are promoted to make a fortune, and the people who have tried to block the sword", "the adults don't know people, and the newcomers forget the old" and so on, no one will be happy to hear them.
Zhang Yitan was not afraid of what Zhou Zheng would do to him. Zhou Zheng was afraid of sending him far away as long as he did not overstep the rules and was always forgiving.
Zhang Yitan is a vulgar person, can't speak, listening to Zhou Zheng's words, can only think in his heart, but don't know what to say.
For a while, Zhou Zheng turned his head to look at him, and saw that he was still kneeling, and smiled and said: "Okay, get up, do you want me to help you?"
"The general will not dare." Zhang Yitan hurriedly said loudly, standing up cautiously.
Zhou Zheng looked at the scar on his face and said, "You blocked the knife for me, how could I forget? After October, you twelve deputy generals will all go to the country to serve as deputy generals."
Zhang Yitan suddenly woke up, knelt down on one knee again with excitement, and said in a deep voice: "I would like to thank my lord, the grace of my lord, I dare not forget it!"
Zhou Zheng snorted coldly and said, "I only told you this. If you give me drunken nonsense again, you can go back to your hometown and go farming."
Zhang Yitan was not afraid now, and stood up with a smile, and said, "The final general will never dare anymore. By the way, the final man’s old husband hid more than ten jars of good wine, and the final general will give it to the adult later. Give some to taste."
As soon as Zhou Zheng turned around, he went downstairs and said, "Keep it for you to drink."
Zhang Yitan chased after him with a flattering smile, which was very different from his mighty and majestic appearance. The guards around him were dumbfounded and stunned.
He accompanied Zhou Zheng down the tower and said, "If you don't like drinking, you can hide it. In the future, the eldest son and the second son will also need to get married..."
Zhou Zheng laughed, lifted his foot and got into the carriage.
Zhang Yitan was still yelling, very enthusiastic.
Zhou Zheng left Dongzhimen and held a banquet in the Zhuangyuan Building to entertain the officials of the government and opposition in Beijing. Most of these people drifted between Zhou Zheng and Zhou Yanru. It seemed that they had little power, but they were really not trivial to gather.
Including Tian Zhenshu and Zheng Shouli, there are also some influential officials in the opposition, almost all of them have arrived.
At the dinner table, Zhou Zheng was holding a wine glass, chatting with these people happily, talking about various things from the Apocalypse to the present.
Quite a few people laughed with Zhou Zheng, and most of them held gifts without making any more gestures.
Today's Zhou Zheng is no longer at the beginning, and there is no need to worry about them, but instead they want to respect Zhou Zheng in turn.
Many people recalled the big event yesterday and looked at Zhou Zheng's expression with fear and respect.
Zhou Zheng laughed and talked with these people, and was also observing who was available.
Zhou Yanru's short-lived glory will be a thing of the past, and Zhou Zheng needs more people to support his reforms.
After eating a meal for two hours, Zhou Zheng left the restaurant.
Naturally, many people bid farewell to Zhou Zhengyi, wishing to follow Zhou Zhengyi.
Tian Zhenshu, Zheng Shouli and others watched Zhou Zheng's carriage leaving under a group of guards, with complex expressions.
At first, they intentionally wanted to admit Zhou Zheng into the hometown association, but they were worried about Zhou Zheng's "impulse and recklessness" and gave up worrying about trouble.
Who would have thought that after more than ten years, Zhou Zheng would be where he is today.
They are hard to come by.
"Shooting Xibo is going to see Xibo. It's so deceptive, it's really extraordinary!"
"Yes, Zheng Xibo has always been daring to speak up. I remember that in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Zheng Xibo entered the dynasty for the first time by supervising the imperial history. In the Jinluang Temple, the Manchu literary and military swearings were free, generous and straightforward, without fear...
"I was there at the time, and there was no one in the Manchu dynasty, and no one would dare to be against each other. They were ashamed of each other..."
"Hey, if the princes are not doing anything in the court, how can they let the thieves break into the capital, and She Ji will suffer for nothing..."
"It's not too late. Didn't Zheng Xibo just talk about it? The court is going to get rid of the chaos and make great reforms! Zhongxing Daming is a good opportunity for me to work hard to serve the country and revitalize the mountains and rivers..."
At the entrance of the champion building, I don't know how many people are talking, all with excitement and anticipation.
The expressions of Tian Zhenshu, Zheng Shouli and others are even more complicated.
Zhou Zheng's actions did not deliberately conceal them, and they soon spread throughout the capital, even under martial law.
cabinet.
Zhou Yanru listened to Fan Wenjing's report, his old face was cold and indifferent, and said, "I see."
Fan Wenjing looked at him, paused for a moment, and said, "Yuanfu, I heard that Zhang Shangshu, Chen Shangshu is sick."
That is, Zhang Sizhi, Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette, and Chen Yan, Shangshu of the Hubu.
Zhou Yanru didn't know their thoughts, but was frightened and wanted to protect himself.
Zhou Yanru raised his head to look at Fan Wenjing, and said coldly: "Tell them, even if you die, you have to die in the capital for me!"
This is blocking the retreat of these two people and others with similar thoughts.
Fan Wenjing knew their current predicament and said, "Yes."
Zhou Yanru rubbed his temples and said, "Is there any news in the palace?"
Fan Wenjing looked a little puzzled and said, "No. It stands to reason that it should have been ordered, but the palace is very quiet, there is no wind, and it is not easy to inquire about it."
'Golden Luang Temple plots to assassinate the saint', this is not forgiving of sins! The emperor should be the most angry and decreed that the foreign court should be strictly investigated and dealt with strictly.
But the little emperor went to the Xingfang once, and after rushing back angrily, he shut down the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, and no one knew what was going on inside.
There was no will in the palace, and no turmoil in the various yamen, and the government officials everywhere, and the horses did not move anymore. The martial law of the capital seemed a little strange and peaceful.
Zhou Yanru could guess a little bit, and his eyebrows were bored.
The little emperor of Qianqing Palace did not speak, so Zhou Zheng was allowed to fiddle with him outside. The longer the little emperor was silent, the more things Zhou Zheng could do.
Zhou Yanru didn't want to give Zhou Zheng so much time, but the little emperor had just been irritated, and now he went to see him and urged him to make an order, fearing that it would add fuel to the fire and backfire.
Zhou Yanru discovered that he was caught between Zhou Zheng and Zhu Cihong.
Thinking left and right, Zhou Yanru said: "What you said is right, I should go to Zhou Zhengyun and have a good talk."
Fan Wenjing bowed and said nothing.
In the case of'Jinluan Temple's Assassination', both the pros and cons were conquering Xibena. He said that whoever is a member of the party is a member of the party, even if Zhou Yanru is, that is! .
Since yesterday, Zheng Xibo has in fact mastered the highest power of Ming and public opinion!
Zhou Yanru wanted to talk with Zhou Zheng, but he was actually under pressure. Last time he was domineering, but this time, he was going to be wronged.
"Go to Zheng Xibo, he will decide the place." Zhou Yanru said silently for a while.
Fan Wenjing knew from this'place he decides' that the short and stable power structure had slipped to Zhou Zheng's side.
"Yes." Fan Wenjing calmly raised his hand and sighed in his heart. (End of this chapter)