General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 41
In the alley at midnight.

A man wearing a Jinshi scarf drove a carriage and parked outside Mingshifang in Dongcheng, and then opened the door of the carriage.

"Hurry up, go door-to-door and put one in, and I'll continue to tell you the story of Marquis Zhuge Wu after I finish stuffing."

"it is good!"

Five or six children worked together, and in less than half an hour, another square was filled.

"Mr. Zhang, we're done!"

The scholar nodded slightly.

"Get in the car, be careful, don't kowtow."

Just when the scholar was about to drive away, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance, and they caught up with the carriage driven by the scholar.

"Who are you and where do you work?"

The scholar sat on the carriage and cupped his hands to the people in front of him, saying: "Students, the scholar of the Imperial Academy, this is the badge of the student."

After finishing speaking, the scholar handed the waist badge to the commander in front of him.

When he heard the words "Shu Jishi", the commander's expression was obviously a lot more polite.

Shujishi is counted as one, but they are all "Prince Ministers" of the imperial court, and they will at least be among the nine ministers in the future.

It seemed that the commander was checking the scholar's badge.

But the scholar knew that this fellow was weighing.

"Zhang Shuchang, please keep your belt card away."

The scholar nodded slightly, wiped the cold sweat from his palms on the scarf, took the waist card, and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the commander was still in front of the scholar's carriage.

"I also ask Zhang Shuchang to forgive me. We are also on official business. Your car can no longer move forward."

The scholar's expression suddenly changed.

"Why can't I move on?!"

The commander rode on the horse and bowed his hands to the scholar.

"Zhang Shuchang, you should know what's on your car. It's not good for you if you really make a big mess, and it's not good for your humble job. Don't make things difficult for us."

The rein in the scholar's hand couldn't help but slipped.

Just when the scene was deadlocked.

Suddenly, everyone heard a rush of horseshoes behind them, and a rough voice suddenly sounded.

"Let go! Who made you embarrass Zhang Shuchang?"

The commander's face suddenly darkened, and he opened his mouth to curse.

It's just that when he turned around, what he saw was Zhang Rong, the British prince who was admiral of the Five Cities.

"My lord!"

The commander hurriedly got off his horse and fell to the ground.

"Zhao Yingrong, the humble commander of the Dongcheng Army and Horse Division, paid a visit to the British Duke."

"I let you go! Why are you saluting!"

"But……"

Zhang Rong stared at Zhao Yingrong.

"I don't ask you who sent you here, I have already saved your life for your kid, you must not be ignorant."

Reminded by Zhang Rong.

Zhao Yingrong broke out in a cold sweat immediately.

A head slammed to the ground.

"Thank you for your advice, thank you for your kindness!"

"It's all gone! Let it go!"

"Here!"

Just when Zhao Yingrong removed the roadblock, Zhao Yingrong took a casual glance, but saw Zhang Rong not far away saluting a [-]-year-old boy in the corner.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yingrong's hairs stood on end.

In the entire Ming Dynasty, how many people can make the British government salute?

Even if it is Zhu Xizhong who is so close to the emperor, he is just calling Zhang Rong a brother!

Zhao Yingrong didn't care who this young man was, nor did he care.

At this time, Zhao Yingrong just wanted to go home quickly.

It's just that just when Zhao Yingrong wanted to look back, the boy's eyes obviously met his own.

Zhao Yingrong's body stiffened, and he suddenly turned to the side.

After twisting, Zhao Yingrong wanted to slap himself.

Isn't this self-inflicted!
"What are you doing in a daze, go back to Bing Ma Si! Get on your horse, hurry up!"

Zhao Yingrong wished he would go home and get under the covers.

This kind of scene, this kind of thing is definitely not meddled by such a small commander of Dongcheng soldiers and horses!

Not being curious, not caring, is the only way to survive.

Zhu Zaiyu, who was hiding in the corner, glanced at Zhang Rong.

"Yinggong, I don't want anyone to know that I'm leaving the palace tonight."

Zhang Rong immediately nodded.

"I understand."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Rong walked towards Zhao Yingrong in the distance.

"Brother Zhao! Go slowly, wait for me."

When Zhang Rong yelled, Zhao Yingrong felt as if he had been hit by an arrow in the back, and he froze on the horse.

Good fellow, the British public calls himself brother.

What does it mean? !

Silence?

There was already a slight trill in the reply.

"Hey... hey."

Zhang Rong walked towards Zhao Yingrong with a full smile.

"Brother Zhao, let's go to Bingma Division to have a chat."

A lieutenant next to Zhao Yingrong jumped off the horse with interest, and Zhang Rong got on the horse immediately.

"Yinggong, don't be joking, you are cowardly in a humble position."

Zhang Rong stared at Zhao Yingrong coldly and lowered his voice.

"After you go back, if anyone asks, you can only report that you didn't see anything, you know?"

"I know! I understand clearly!"

As if afraid that Zhao Yingrong didn't understand, Zhang Rong looked at the stone road in the distance and clicked his tongue.

"Everything is normal, the capital is fine, and you have never seen me at all, you know?"

"Know, know!"

Zhao Yingrong's mind went blank at this moment, if he hadn't been riding a horse, he probably wouldn't even be able to walk.

Seeing Zhao Yingrong's reaction, Zhang Rong nodded in satisfaction, and pulled the soldiers of Dongcheng Bingmasi away into the distance.

And the scholar on the carriage behind him turned his horse's head when he saw the sergeant of Wucheng Bingma Division going away, and prepared to set off for the next square.

"Mr. stay."

The scholar was startled when he heard the words, only then did he realize that there was a young man behind him.

"Your honor is...?"

Zhu Zaiyu looked at the scholar and shook his head with a smile.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I know that you are always in trouble."

The scholar immediately became vigilant.

However, after Bing Masi made such a toss, the scholar has become more and more convinced of what Ning Jue said to him.

On the contrary, it was much easier.

"What do you mean by your words?"

After finishing speaking, the scholar saw Zhu Zaiyu slowly take out a piece of paper with freshly dried ink from his pocket.

"Sir, do you know what will happen if this list falls into someone else's hands?"

After being told by Zhu Zaiyu, the scholar didn't bother to pretend, and directly put the leaning on the carriage to pieces.

"Why sir?"

The scholar looked at Zhu Zaixun suspiciously.

"Isn't your honor going to transfer Zhang to the judicial department?"

The smile on Zhu Zai's face became even stronger.

"Mister really don't care?"

The book grower sighed and said leisurely

"not give a damn about."

"Why?"

"Being entrusted by others is a matter of loyalty, not to mention, I think that person is right!"

The scholar was already ready to be knocked to the ground by the big men rushing out from left and right.

Unexpectedly, the boy stuffed the paper sheet and a jade pendant into his hand.

"Take this well, it's better than your badge."

The scholar opened his eyes suspiciously, and through the dim lights on the side of the street, he could vaguely see that it was a white jade panlong jade pendant with a bright yellow tassel tied behind it.

This is royalty!

In the entire Ming Dynasty, who else could be a young man who could use this jade pendant!
The scholar suddenly opened his eyes and hurriedly climbed down from the carriage.

"Chen Ding Weike Jinshi, Zhang Juzheng, Guanzheng of the Imperial Academy, pays homage to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhu Zaiyu quietly looked at the scholar in front of him, and nodded thoughtfully.

"Zhang Juzheng...Okay, I will remember."

"Be careful."

(End of this chapter)