Sitting in the tea room of Biyuan, listening to the singing without paying attention at first sounded like melodious music. Recalling that when he was in the modern subway or bus, he also liked to wear headphones to listen to music, but it is different now.
I listened to a play and sung it by real people. I accidentally discovered a little difference between the two: after listening to the song for a long time, you can completely use it as background music and think about other things without being affected; but the play is different and it can easily disturb people.
Attention, because the opera sound is too penetrating, at least that is the case for the operas listened to in Biyuan.
There were opera singers and tea sips. Occasionally, a few guests came in and out of the hall. The private rooms here were relatively high-end and more expensive. There were not too many people and they were not so noisy. Everything was as usual. But Zhang Ning really felt like he was
The "sense of presence", no matter what the reason, more than one person is focusing on oneself, this is rarely experienced in previous lives.
I remember when I was in my teens, when the "38th Line" was popular, I had a very good relationship with a girl next door, so I would often hang out with her. I didn't want those ignorant kids to make fun of her, and the girl's parents might
I also reminded her, and then she stopped being with him and said she had gossip. I was really sad for a while at that time, silently paying attention to the girl, but she was ignored and had no sense of existence.
Zhang Ning sighed softly, picked up the tea and took a careful sip. The slight astringency was like the astringency of youth, with a hint of sweetness and a hint of sadness.
Zhao Erniang, who was standing, did not dare to sit down. She said with some guilt and worry: "There was a commotion in the village, and someone shouted that something happened. I thought it was our people who started to take action. If there is no way to escape, I am the most likely suspect."
Peng Tianheng must have told me that life would be worse than death, so he was eager to find an opportunity to escape..."
"Zhan Zhuli just came back from Nanjing with an official document that allows him to mobilize troops. We haven't set off yet. How could it be possible that our people did it?"
It's completely understandable to be angry, "You ran away like this and came directly back to Yangzhou. What if you didn't have a guilty conscience? That person named Peng would still sit on Zhuangzi and wait for death?! What did you say when I entrusted you with this important matter?
?What to say now?”
Zhao Erniang said: "How about I go back to Dashu'ao Village now? Since I'm not one of ours, Peng Tianheng might not suspect me. I ran away once last time, and I can think of ways to resolve it if I run again."
"No!" Zhang Ning immediately said two words decisively.
No one knew what was going on better than him. At this time, Zhao Erniang fell into Peng Tianheng's hands again, and there was only one word of death.
"Master Zhang, what do you think we should do now?" Xie Jun frowned, thought for a while and then said, "Although Zhao Erniang is a woman, her craftsmen are also paid no less than men, so she should be treated equally with everyone else.
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Zhao Erniang stood up straight: "Sir, please let me go back!"
Maybe as Xie Jun said, there are rewards and punishments, and people who do bad things will be punished. This is probably the reason why Zhao Erniang is willing to take risks. But from Zhang Ning's point of view, she is not going to take risks, but to die... And
The reason for her failure was not that she didn't do a good job, but because Zhang Ning was an "internal thief." How could he let a woman take the blame? There were some things that he simply couldn't do and couldn't do it; not to mention that Zhao Erniang might not be able to do it.
To be able to bear this crime, Zhang Ning never treats those above him who make decisions with words as idiots.
Zhang Ning said: "What happened is too coincidental. Don't you think there might be an agent working for the rebel party within us? We can send an agent to sneak in, why can't others?" It's probably like this when the evildoer files a complaint first.
Xie Juan thought for a while and said, "It's not easy. People employed by the government don't just check their family background and get away with it. They have to check their ancestors for three generations."
"What about the imperial dining case in Beijing? Are the people around the emperor stricter than us here?" Zhang Ning said.
It's an imperial case, and it's time to go to Nanjing to ask for an order to mobilize troops. This matter is not a small matter, and failure cannot be overcome by casual deception. Zhang Ning thought about it, how to write the article for the memorial?
"But..." Xie Juan looked unwilling and worried. If he didn't do things well, he might be dismissed from his post for investigation or transferred from his current position. Biyuan, which he worked hard to run...
Zhang Ning said: "Zhao Erniang has merit. The blame for the leak does not lie with her. She should be rewarded. I have my own opinion on other matters. If I go to the top to punish the crime, I will not pass the responsibility to my subordinates."
Zhao Erniang was suddenly moved, and she paid attention to Zhang Ning's young face for a long time. Xie Jun was a little embarrassed when he heard those words: "We are all in Yangzhou, and the responsibility does not lie with Mr. Zhang alone."
Zhang Ning said calmly: "I have the biggest position here. I am the one who decides everything. If something goes wrong, how can I not handle it?"
He has no pressure to be punished or anything like that. As long as his butt is not crooked, can he still be decapitated? The big deal is a demotion and a salary or something. Just keep a low profile on the external things. Besides, he has a skill, maybe he can reverse the situation.
"This matter has been put to rest for the time being. I'm trying to find a way to deal with the aftermath." Zhang Ning said without hesitation, "Zhao Erniang's previous status will be invalidated, her merit will be reduced to one level, she will be rewarded, and she will find a place to rest for a while to avoid the limelight."
Zhang Ning made it clear that if Xie Juan had enough brains, he would not continue to mess around in secret, otherwise he would have to shoulder the responsibility if something went wrong, not Zhang Ning.
After fighting Zhao Erniang and others, Xie Juan handed over another paper bag. Zhang Ning said seriously: "What do you mean?"
"Don't get me wrong, Mr. Zhang, the timing is not coincidental..." Xie Juan also said seriously, as if he was telling the truth, "But I have wanted to give it to you for a long time. Wasn't it because of the busy schedule a while ago? The weather
It’s getting hotter and hotter. Just a little thought, brothers, you can buy some ice cubes to prevent heatstroke.”
"Bingjing?" Zhang Ning pretended to be surprised, "Is this also popular in our place?"
Xie Juan said with a smile: "There is such a rule, but everyone won't talk about it."
"So...then I can't do anything special." Zhang Ning took away the money again with an embarrassed look on his face, and then lowered his voice and said, "Don't worry, Boss Xie, just in case this matter comes up and you have to pursue it."
, I will shoulder all the responsibilities so that my brothers will not be harmed...Don't say words of gratitude first, let me tell you the truth, I have people above me, why are I afraid of taking on such a thing?"
Hearing what Zhang Ning said so straightforwardly, Xie Juan glared and quickly expressed his respect: "It is truly a blessing for us and the rest of our lives to work under Mr. Zhang!"
Xie Juan was going to host another banquet. Zhang Ning had other things on his mind, but after thinking about it, he simply agreed to attend the banquet. There is a way to contact the rebels about exchanging hostages for things, and Fang Ling is not the contact person.
?
However, he felt that it was best to calm down and contact them proactively, as if he didn't have the initiative yet... In fact, the whole situation is on my side. It's okay if he doesn't change. Obviously, it's entirely possible that the prisoner is not an ordinary smuggler.
I handed the person over directly; then I pulled out the story about Peach Blossom Poetry, which would not be of much use. If I colluded with the rebellious party, how could I arrest the important people? Then I will find excuses about Peach Blossom Poetry.
Explain, it’s easy to talk after being implicated.
Of course, this is only a possibility, the possibility of Zhang Ning's countermeasures. In fact, he is unwilling to do this. The meritorious service is small and it is difficult to explain to Fang Ling. So the prisoner's knowledge of Fang Ling may have a lot to do with it. As a human being.
You still need to be a little sincere. How can you be a black-hearted person when beautiful women are so sincere?
Sometimes many not-so-important people are just passers-by at one stage of life, but isn’t life made up of stages? Just looking for results, what are the results? It’s nothing more than graves and dust, the destination of everyone.
Sure enough, it didn't take long before Fang Ling sent someone to deliver a letter and asked Zhang Ning to meet. Compared with a peach blossom poem, the other party cared more about that person. Zhang Ning couldn't help but smile proudly after receiving the letter.
We took a section of the Beicheng River waterway, passed through a patch of lush willow trees, and arrived at the secluded courtyard. This is not a paradise. The scenery is good and it might be more appropriate to call it a villa.
"You are making so many troubles, but what you want is on the table." Fang Ling looked at him and smiled softly, "Peach Blossom Villa just sent it not long ago. Let me find a way to use it to replace someone. If you want to change it, just
Collect it or burn it; if you don’t want to change it, don’t touch it, otherwise I will have trouble communicating and there will be no room for me.”
Zhang Ning met her eyes, and then smiled, walked to the table, picked up the paper on it and looked at it carefully. It was his own handwriting. The imitation of the handwriting may be like a fake, but it is not exactly the same.
It's possible, just like there are no two identical people in the world. What's more, he wrote it himself, so there is no difficulty in identifying it.
He placed the poem next to the candle and lit it, but Fang Ling did not stop him.
"I didn't expect Peng Tianheng to be so cheerful. That person is very important?" Zhang Ning asked.
Fang Ling gently placed the tea cup next to him, leaned over and whispered: "Zheng Qia, you must have heard of it in front of this official."
One of the twenty-two surviving ministers, the close ministers around Jianwen, were indeed big fish. Hu Butang had worked hard for nearly twenty years, but he had only succeeded in arresting or killing four of them.
Zhang Ning calmly held her tender little hand and said, "I will let him go when I get back and let him come to you... What is your relationship with him?"
Fang Ling covered his mouth and chuckled: "For my uncles, what does it matter if they are safe? You are quite small-minded. You men are only allowed to live and drink and indulge as much as you want. We don't even meet anyone, even if it's a man."
Heart?"
Zhang Ning thought for a while and said patiently: "Do you think it is good or bad for the masters and gentlemen to be wanton and indulgent?"
"It goes without saying that treating women like playthings can only be found out by masters, as if it is upright and upright."
Zhang Ning nodded and said: "That's right. Since it's not a good thing and women complain about unfairness, do they also want to be as wanton and indulge as men?"
Fang Ling paused for a moment, then raised his pink fist to hit him angrily: "You are also talking nonsense and I don't listen to you!"
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