Holding the Son

In addition to Cui Jinniang, Zhao Surui also fell in love with a woman from Ning'an House. Her surname is Zhang. She is fifty-seven this year. Because she is strong and honest, she has never been in front of the master. Her job is to take a few people with her.

The woman who washes the bouquets for women's luck was able to get the job of escorting Xie Feng'an's concubine to Zhuangzi this time because her own granddaughter was Xiaobao, the girl next to Liu Tianxing, and she originally wanted to stay at Zhuangzi to guard it.

She was holding her daughter, but the leading mother-in-law took advantage of her and forced her to take them back to the house. On the way back, she met Peifeng and his men who took them all down.

Others thought she had suffered terribly, but Granny Zhang had her way. Others were still shouting in the stable, so she begged Ah Chi to give her some errands.

Achi was used to being cautious and didn't dare to use her at first, but Tunan felt that Mrs. Zhang's only connection was with Zhuangzi and she was available, so he let her do some rough work in the kitchen, such as washing water.

She was even allowed to stay in the detention area at night, but she had good food every day and had new clothes to wear.

Following her example, more women soon came over to him. At this time, Achi's courage was also strengthened, and he also arranged errands for these women.

Previously, the people from Shouchenghou Mansion went around the side wall of Zhuangzi and climbed in. Not far from the main courtyard, they happened to be met by Mrs. Zhang. She first pretended to be honest and cowardly and deceived people, then tricked them outside the woodshed, picked up a stick and beat them.

When he was down, the man from Shouchenghou Mansion knew how to punch and beat Granny Zhang to the ground twice, and her mouth and nose were bleeding. However, this granny with thick hands and feet still held on to the man's legs and kept using her teeth.

He bit the man's calf and tore off half of a palm-sized piece of meat.

Zhao Surui took a fancy to her courage and ruthlessness and asked her to go to Yanjing City to help Cui Jinniang.

Mrs. Zhang was kneeling on the ground with her back bent. After hearing this, she raised her head and glanced at her little granddaughter before saying: "Young Madam's instructions, the old lady will do her best. The old lady only has a little bit of flesh and blood left, Xiaobao.

I hope I can get some care from the young lady."

After saying that, she kowtowed firmly again.

Compared with those officials in the court who wanted benefits but were unwilling to say so, Zhao Surui liked the woman's straightforwardness: "It's not difficult at all. I'll just let Xiao Bao..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Liu Tianxing hugging his little maid, and said confidently: "I raised Xiaobao to be fat and fat, and I even taught her to read several words. Zhang

Grandma, just go to Yanjing City and make great achievements. If I can eat it in one bite, I will definitely divide it into half...a third bite!"

What is this fool doing here while we are talking about business?

Zhao Surui had just finished holding the shelf halfway and dropped it to the ground. He smiled coldly at Liu Tianxing:

"Okay, Mrs. Cui happened to have a free house, so she let Xiaobao live in it. She eats and drinks the same as you every day. Can you also teach her to read? What can you teach her? Can you write "The Thousand Character Classic" by yourself?

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Emperor Zhao De dared to bet his own jade seal that this delicious and lazy Liu Tianxing could write no more than 500 characters seriously.

Liu Tianxing pouted at the words.

Finally gaining the upper hand in the confrontation with the fool, Emperor Zhaode, who was wise and powerful, was so proud that his tone became brisk: "You are not even as good at reading and writing as the maids around me, so don't do anything in this class. Ah Chi, teach Xiao Bao how to read."

I leave the matter to you, you..."

"Don't worry, girl. I taught the little girls how to read before, so I'll just add the little bags as well."

Zhao Surui had long known that Shen Sanfei had taught all the maids around him to read, but he didn't expect that he would let the eldest maid teach the younger maids. Seeing Achi's determination, he didn't know how many people she had been a literacy master for how long. .

After humming twice, suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Zhao Surui waved his hand: "Okay, I'll do as you say."

Then he said to Mrs. Zhang who was kneeling on the ground: "Not only did I let your granddaughter eat well and live well, I also asked Achi to teach your granddaughter. Now you are getting what you want?"

He raised his head and looked at the other people in the yard: "I will never be stingy if the errands are done well and go according to my wishes. If the errands are not done well... the stables on our farm are still available. This place, the stool in front of you has not been stained with human blood."

All the women in the courtyard saluted him.

"Young lady (girl), don't worry."

Mrs. Zhang lowered her somewhat old face and kowtowed heavily.

An old face looked up, and it was full of smiles. The British Duke Ying Sheng could not hide the pride on his face:

"Your Majesty, the minister sent to the northwest has been selected. Let him bring a message to A Zhila of the Duqin tribe."

Sitting on the couch in Dongnuan Pavilion, Shen Shiqing first glanced at the book in her hand, and then said to a chicken beside her: "Show the seat for the British prince."

The Englishman stood up very neatly, wishing he could jump up high to show that he was getting stronger. At the same time, he sat down proudly on the chair brought by the young eunuch.

"Your Majesty, although Zhuoluo is actually the leader of the Duqin tribe, he still wants to worship Aga Taiji of Duerben as the Great Khan. He was driven hundreds of miles by your Majesty before. After making peace with Dayong, he rested and recuperated. Waiting for His Majesty to send troops to Du'er headquarters again, he can reap the benefits and his desire to become king has been revealed. Although this Azhi La is a subordinate of Zhuoluo, he is also loyal to their Taiji. He has always been dissatisfied with Zhuoluo's desire to become king. He could not bear it before. "I'm just afraid that our great oriole will be behind. As long as Azhi La believes that His Majesty has no intention of expedition to Duolban for the time being, and then provokes him, he will naturally turn his weapons and weapons to deal with Zhuoluo."

Shen Shiqing nodded and looked at the fold in her hand carefully.

The British Lord is indeed a veteran, and he is also very familiar with the Duqin Department. He has clearly explained the complex forces involved in it one by one.

Shen Shiqing had listened to these things many times, but she still listened attentively. From time to time, she asked some questions, some of which she had thought about before, and some of which she had discovered when the British father-in-law was telling them.

Ying Sheng originally thought that his plans to split Duqin and Duerben's ministries were destined to be buried with him forever. How could he have expected that His Majesty would listen to him like this?

While talking, the old man paused, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his nose and face:

"I'm old, and my nose and eyes don't work as I should."

She was old, and she clearly shed tears accidentally. Shen Shiqing didn't point it out, she just listened and watched quietly.

When Ying Sheng finally finished speaking, she raised her head and said, "If this plan is to work, what do we have to do to make A Zhila believe in us?"

As soon as he heard His Majesty say "we", Ying Sheng's old face immediately blossomed:

"Your Majesty, I think it's better to pretend that our court has no money and this war cannot be fought."

There's no need to pretend.

Shen Shiqing looked very calm as she thought about the millions of taels of taxes collected in a year and the military expenses Zhao Surui had obtained by confiscating his houses.

"Your Majesty, aren't you forcing everyone to investigate the money of the Shagong and Taipu Temples? We might as well make this matter bigger and let people as far away as the northwest know that we have no money."

Seeing Ying Sheng's treacherous look that was befitting his age, Shen Shiqing raised an eyebrow and said, "What can the British Master do?"

After saying that, she saw the British father took out another memorial.

"Your Majesty, my third son also worked as an errand in Yangzhou and handled the tribute issue..."

Hearing this sentence, the first reaction of Yi Ji who was waiting on the side was that the old Duke wanted to plead for his son. Just as he was thinking about having someone remove the chair when the Duke knelt down, he heard the British Duke say:

"Since Your Majesty wants to investigate the tribute, why not arrest the old minister's son, and then let him cry and wallow in poverty in court. At this point, others will believe it even if they don't believe it. To be honest, Your Majesty, I have even prepared the details. Yes, Your Majesty just needs to say that it was discovered by the West Factory."

Shen Shiqing took the booklet and saw that it said that the third son of the British father should spend extravagantly. In the morning, he would eat mushrooms stewed with three chickens, and in the evening, he would eat soft-shell turtle skirt with wine as a late-night snack. .

Coupled with some of his actions when he was the magistrate of Yangzhou Prefecture, and a little bit of Spring and Autumn writing style, it really makes people feel that Ying Lu was overeating on the issue of tribute.

Shen Shiqing read it carefully and couldn't help but sigh: "Mr. British, are you really not afraid that I will take this seriously?"

This sentence made the old man grin again:

"Your Majesty, our British government was the first to follow Taizu to conquer the world, and many of his sons died. If your Majesty used my son's life to replace Duqin, the two parts of Duerben will be completely broken up, and there will be no more northwestern Dayong. Invincible hand...Don't talk about my son, if you ask for my life, I will be happy to give it."

The smiling old man only had one bright eye.

Shen Shiqing could easily detect the stubbornness and fanaticism inside.

British Duke Ying Sheng clearly told the young emperor in front of him that he would give up everything for this opportunity that he had been waiting for his entire life.

Shen Shiqing remained silent.

She remembered what Zhao Surui said to her last night. Everyone lives in a frame. The only difference is the size of the frame.

If you want to break the frame, no matter who you are, even if you are an extremely powerful minister, Shiqing Shilu, you must be prepared to break your body into pieces.

What can such a British government get in exchange?

In an instant, Shen Shiqing thought a lot.

Once Duqin and Du'er headquarters can no longer threaten Dayong, the various ministries in Liaodong will no longer have the suppression of Duqin's tribe, and will even wait for an opportunity to share the pie. By then, the white mountains and black waters east of Liaodong will also become a threat to Dayong, and they will attack Dayong. Retreating the enemies in the northwest is the dream of the British Crown, and the control of Liaodong is the foundation of the British Crown. The more important Liaodong is, the more stable the foundation of the British Crown will be.

Being able to participate in the Northwest War was not only a dream come true for Ying Sheng, but also a way to consolidate the foundation of the British government through his contribution. He achieved multiple things with one stone.

After thinking about this clearly, she threw the memorial to the ground.

"Come here, send the Jin Yiwei to get Ying Lu, the prefect of Yongzhou, to me."

"yes!"

The British prince immediately stood up and pretended to kneel down:

"Your Majesty, it is my fault that I fail to teach my son the right way. I have nothing to say."

"Since you have nothing to say, don't say it. Mr. British, you have worked hard these years, so just take good care of yourself at home."

At the beginning of winter in the sixth year of Zhaode, there was a rare south wind blowing in Yanjing city for a day.

Emperor Zhaode ordered that Ying Lu, a former Yangzhou magistrate, be brought to Beijing and reprimanded the British government, but the south wind was filled with a biting chill.

Under the cover of such a major event that shocked the government and the public, many things have become particularly intriguing.

For example, Cai Zhe, a veteran general who opposed His Majesty's Northern Expedition, was summoned to Beijing, and there is hope for his revival.

Another example is that His Majesty ordered the cabinet to further discuss the matter of re-opening mutual trade with Duqin and Duerben.

"The wind is about to change." Under the slanting sunlight, Ming Ruoshui held up a cup and said to her long-awaited friend.

His friend smiled faintly, and the white flying fish pattern shirt was coated with a layer of golden light by the rare winter sunset.

Under the teahouse where the two of them were sitting, a mother and daughter wearing half-worn cotton clothes slowly passed by pulling a cart.

The two of them walked south along the Imperial City Root and out of Zhengyang Gate, and finally stopped in front of a row of teeth to the east of Guanyin Temple in Zhengxi Square.

"My husband's family name is Zhu, Xing Er."
To be continued...