Summary of the previous chapter: Ma Xiaoquan sent Bei Mingshuang to talk to Zhou Chao. Unexpectedly, Bei Mingshuang killed one of his men on his own initiative afterwards...
"Wang San'er?" Ma Xiaoquan narrowed his eyes and thought of one of his close men, "So, Wang San'er should have been killed by Miss Shuang?"
"Should...should be"
"Yeah." Ma Xiaoquan hummed and waved his hand to the subordinate, motioning for him to come over.
Although his subordinates were frightened, they did not dare to disobey and had no choice but to step forward obediently.
"Pa" Ma Xiaoquan put his hand on the shoulder of the subordinate. The subordinate was so frightened that his body suddenly became weak and he lay down on the ground.
"What are you afraid of? I don't blame you for this. Just get up."
When the master refused to pursue the matter, the subordinate quickly got up and knelt respectfully in front of Ma Xiaoquan.
"I have told you a long time ago that you should pay attention to one thing. The word "sex" means a knife. This guy Wang San'er just won't listen. You are all my confidants. If any of you get hurt, I will kill you.
I'm sorry, you want a girl. I, Ma Xiaoquan, have never been stingy, but a task is a task. Don't do anything without my instructions. Please pass on the death of Wang San'er to other people. Well, by the way, from Young Mistress Qinghan.
Give one hundred taels of silver to Wang San'er's family and say that Wang San'er was killed by Wei Zhongxian."
"I obey my orders! I resign."
"Yeah!" Ma Xiaoquan waved his hand.
After his men left, Li Qinghan came in. Seeing Ma Xiaoquan's serious expression, Li Qinghan couldn't help but feel nervous.
She rarely saw Ma Xiaoquan so serious. She waited for a while before asking in a low voice: "Ma Xiaoquan, all the blood stains at the door and at home have been cleaned up. Well, I also asked a few of my men to clean up the blood stains along the street.
Go, Sister Shuang is really too much."
Ma Xiaoquan raised his head, suddenly laughed, shook his head and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter, people die when they die. I also warned him about that guy named Wang San'er. If he wants a woman, I, Ma Xiaoquan, don't
I will be stingy, but I have to be fair. If I go astray..." Ma Xiaoquan snorted coldly, "Death!"
Li Qinghan nodded and hummed heavily.
"Ma Xiaoquan, since Zhou Chao has lost the letter, what should we do next?"
Ma Xiaoquan waved to Li Qinghan, called her to his side, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Zhou Chao's father must have already figured out a way. I think the results will come out the day after tomorrow. Well, Qinghan
, tell your uncle to prepare in this way... By the way, Qinghan, you will go out with me later."
"It's so late, where are you going?"
Ma Xiaoquan's lips curled up: "Secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Zhou Bing's home."
"Zhou Bing? Oh, you are talking about Mr. Tong. It's really strange. Mr. Tong doesn't have the surname Tong. He has to be named Zhou. I haven't turned around yet. Sometimes when I meet Zhou Chao, I always want to call him Zhou Bing.
He’s a fat boy. By the way, Ma Xiaoquan, why are we going to Zhou Bing’s house?”
Ma Xiaoquan took out a button-sized listening device from his desk and said, "I'm going to chat with Zhou Bing. You go find his favorite concubine and coax her to sew this thing into Zhou Bing's longest wear."
In the clothes, huh huh"
Li Qinghan nodded: "Okay, I understand!"
Two days later... Zhou Bing, the Minister of Rites, suddenly sent a letter to Emperor Zhu Youxiao of Tianqi, saying that the war in Ningyuan was tense again and a batch of material support was needed.
According to common sense, the Ministry of Rites does not directly participate in military affairs, but as a second-rank official, the Minister of Rites is also qualified to submit letters directly to the emperor.
Emperor Tianqi was studying carpentry in the Yangxin Hall. When he heard that the war in Ningyuan was tense, he put down the chisel in his hand impatiently, took Zhou Bing's memorial and read it over.
Zhu Youxiao didn't know much about reading, so the memorial presented by Zhou Bing contained many words that he couldn't understand.
"Zhongxian, come here." Zhu Youxiao waved to Wei Zhongxian and handed the memorial in his hand to Wei Zhongxian, "Can you show me what is written in this memorial?"
Wei Zhongxian was also illiterate, but the emperor had already asked questions, and he did not dare to say that he was illiterate, so he had to bite the bullet and take the memorial.
Wei Zhongxian was cunning after all. Seeing that Zhou Bing was still there, he simply walked up to Zhou Bing with the memorial and asked in a low voice: "Master Zhou, what do you write in this memorial?"
Zhou Bing glanced at Wei Zhongxian, then at Zhu Youxiao who picked up the wood chisel to work again, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
"Eunuch Wei, the war in Ningyuan is tense. Please send me a batch of supplies." Zhou Bing said briefly.
"Eh? Isn't that right, Mr. Zhou, you, the Minister of Rites, have too much control over this military and political matter, right?"
Zhou Bing said: "Hey, Eunuch Wei, you don't know something. In fact, this is not what I want to do. My useless son has been gambling a lot recently and owes a lot of debt. I was so angry that I cut off his monthly salary.
"
"Huh? What does cutting off your son's monthly salary have to do with the Ningyuan war?"
"Hey, it's depressing to say that my son has a good relationship with Deacon Ma. I cut off his money. This kid went to someone else's place and took a lot of money to continue gambling, but he lost again. As a father,
, I still have to mend the crotch of that unfilial son. Fortunately, Butler Ma is very generous and doesn’t want me to pay back the money. He just asked me to report this matter to the emperor..."
"Eh?" Wei Zhongxian became more and more puzzled as he listened, "Master Zhou, Ma Xiaoquan is also qualified to meet the emperor directly. What's wrong? He has other things to do?"
Zhou Bing looked around and seemed to have something hard to say. Wei Zhongxian took a look and pulled Zhou Bing aside.
"Eunuch Wei, to be honest, I recently received news that Deacon Ma is preparing to transport a batch of supplies to Ningyuan for support. Well, the Emperor has tacitly approved of this matter. I think Deacon Ma asked me to help him go there.
Memorial, I guess I want to save some supplies before leaving and send them there together."
Wei Zhongxian groaned and said nothing, but he began to make plans in his heart.
"Okay, Mr. Zhou, I understand what you mean. I will convey your and Deacon Ma's wishes to the emperor, and you will go back first, ah."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you, Eunuch Wei. I'll leave first. Hey, my incompetent son really pisses me off." Zhou Bing shook his head and walked away.
...
In Ma's study room.
Li Qinghan took off his earplugs, shook his head with a smile, and gave a thumbs up to Ma Xiaoquan, who was leaning on the chair.
"Ma Xiaoquan, you are really amazing. Don't tell me, Mr. Zhou, you are just lying and bragging. Just listening to the tone of his words, I feel that it is true."
Ma Xiaoquan chuckled: "Master Zhou has always hated eunuchs, but he never showed it on the surface. It seems that such a person is not affiliated with any faction. In fact, such a person is the most tactful, well, a veteran in official circles."
"Ah, if Wei Zhongxian becomes more and more powerful, then..." Li Qinghan said worriedly.
"Don't worry. Although Zhou Bing is smooth, he has a lot of integrity. Qinghan, don't forget, I am a royal guard. I have an account of the temperament of every official in the Ming Dynasty.