General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 44
In fact, Zhan Rong is considered to be the highest rank among the officials from Fujian, Guangdong and Guangxi in the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that this is also Zhan Rong's first time working in Beijing. Before that, Zhan Rong's main job in Jiubian for a long time was to repair the Great Wall.

Hearing the news, he rushed to Beijing again, and the mansion in the capital was not yet completed, so he temporarily lived in the house of Zhou Liang, the censor of the capital, during this time.

Since yesterday, the common people in the capital have been rioting. Zhan Rong was lying down in the study writing something almost all the time. On the contrary, Zhou Liang and the others felt relieved.

In the eyes of Zhou Liang and others, Ning Jue's behavior is actually courting death.

Things got so big that even the emperor didn't want to kill Ning Jue.

"Mr. Zhan, according to the humble opinion of the younger generation, we can just let it go. This Ning Jue is afraid that he is going to offend Tianyan. The bigger the trouble, the more Junfu will kill him. As long as he dies, we will be done. ."

Zhan Rong didn't even lift his head.

"It's really stupid, don't say it next time."

Maybe Zhan Rong doesn't know Ning Jue, but Zhan Rong, who has been in the court for many years, knows Jiajing too well.

If Jiajing was furious at the beginning and wanted to execute Ning Jue, Ning Jue would have been a corpse long ago.

But Jiajing did not.

Instead, he let Ning Jue make things bigger.

This is not normal.

Zhan Rong's brows were always furrowed, and after writing the last word, he let out a long sigh.

"This old man is going to the Ministry, Shang Yin is going to prepare a car, and this letter, on behalf of the old man, please send it back to his hometown in Yanping as soon as possible, as soon as possible."

"Here."

Zhou Liang got up and saluted, then turned his head and ordered someone to prepare the car.

After Zhan Rong got into the carriage, he went straight to the Yamen of the Ministry of War.

The Ministry of War in the Ming Dynasty was actually a relatively chaotic yamen. For example, although Weng Wanda was the Minister of the Ministry of War, his job was actually a trilateral general system, but he was named Minister of the Ministry of War.

And in the Ministry of War of the capital, there is another Minister of the Ministry of War, namely Ding Rukui.

When Zhan Rong arrived at the Ministry of War, Ding Rukui was having tea in the hall, and he was taken aback when he looked up and saw Zhan Rong.

"Ah, Renfu, why are you coming back so soon, I'm not ready to wash you off."

Ding Rukui was not from a noble family, and naturally he was not as self-restraining as Zhan Rong. He was used to hanging out with warriors in the military department for a long time, so he was full of rough words, and he would only restrain himself a little when confronting the king.

Zhan Rong didn't say much, but took out the playbook he had written long ago from his pocket.

"Dazhang, I can't help myself when I'm in such a hurry to return to Beijing, you just accept this."

Ding Rukui raised his head suspiciously, he seemed a little disappointed when he saw that it was just a playbook, and then teased and said:
"What is this? Renfu, you're talking nonsense again. We can't help ourselves. Let me answer alone. As long as he dares to come, I will punch him twice, and we have to beat him."

There was no smile on Zhan Rong's face.

"This is some of the old man's experience in defending the Nine Frontiers over the years, as well as the situation and rectification plan of the various fortresses in Beijing and Fuzhou that he saw along the way when he entered Beijing this time."

Seeing Zhan Rong's appearance, Ding Rukui also became serious.

"Okay, I'll take you to Mr. Yan Ge's place tomorrow."

Zhan Rong shook his head and said sadly.

"It's not for the court, it's for you, Dazhang."

Ding Rukui held up the memorial and was startled when he heard the words.

"Give it to me? What do I need this for?"

Zhan Rong forced a smile on his face.

"I hope it's useless, just treat it as a letter from an old friend to Dazhang. I have nothing to ask for, but I hope that if Dazhang uses what is said in this letter in the future, he can help me take care of Bamin." son."

Although the DPRK, China, Fujian and Guangdong are one, there will always be rifts. The Fujian people are headed by Zhan Rong, while the Cantonese are headed by Zhan Rong's old friend Weng Wanda.

If something really happened, Zhan Rong could only protect the Bamin children first.

This is within Zhan Rong's ability, and it is also an official rule. No matter how good your friendship is, you can't cross the line.

Ding Rukui's brows gradually wrinkled.

"Is the emperor going to blame Renfu? Can I persuade you?"

Zhan Rong shook his head with a smile, and patted Ding Rukui's shoulder feeling lost.

"Dazhang don't ask any more questions, just think that my old friend is hysterical today."

After finishing speaking, Zhan Rong turned his head towards Ding Rukui, then got up and left the yamen of the Ministry of War.

Being able to hang out in the court for so many years, Zhan Rong naturally understands his father. Although he doesn't know what Jiajing is waiting for, Zhan Rong knows that Ning Jue's remonstrance may have become a pawn in Jiajing's hands Now, Zhan Rong must prepare for the worst.

The weather was gloomy and frightening. I don't know whose bamboo basket was blown and rolled around in the street.

When passing by his mansion which was being renovated, the attendant asked Zhan Rong if he wanted to go in and have a look.

Zhan Rong had no intention of going home, but ordered his followers to return to Zhou's house as soon as possible.

People always have to wait until they fail to realize what is false.

When Zhan Rong's carriage passed by the bookstore named "Shidetang", looking at Zhang Juzheng in Jinshi scarf, Zhan Rong's mind was full of images of when he was a Jinshi.

Naturally, Zhang Juzheng and the shopkeeper of "Shidetang" didn't know about it.

"Shopkeeper Tang, you can finally rest. This is the last batch, and that's about it."

"Are these enough?"

Zhang Juzheng nodded slightly.

"Enough is enough. The couriers of the Tongzheng Secretary and the water post on the canal each took tens of thousands of copies. It is estimated that it will be passed to Jinling and Chengtian Mansion in three to five days."

Originally, Ning Jue wanted to let the people in the capital know about it, so he could just scare Jiajing and the black hands behind the scenes.

Let you scare people, not let you directly scare people to death!

The dog jumped over the wall in a hurry!

If Ning Jue knew that Zhang Juzheng had directly spread the matter to the world, even if Ning Jue chopped off his hand that day, it would be impossible for him to write such a list.

Ning Jue's handwriting, and the sheet of paper printed by Shidetang, with the capital as the center, gradually spread like the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty.

Not even two capitals.

Even in the east of Liaodong, there was a team of postmen who came out of the customs with the paper slips.

And the first result of the spread of these paper sheets was that everyone in the entire capital knew about it.

It does not refer to the thousands of people outside the Jinshui River.

It means that almost all the millions of people living in Shuntian Prefecture know about this matter.

Even some people with surplus money and energy rushed to Beijing, wanting to eliminate thieves and traitors for the country.

If they are the only ones who know about it on weekdays, they will only use it as a topic of conversation after dinner.

But now that things are big, things have changed.

This is a chance to become famous for nothing. If it is recorded by that literati, it will be famous in history.

Although the body dies, the fame can hang down on the bamboo and silk, and it has never been just the pursuit of scholar-bureaucrats.

The fact that the common people do not have this ability does not mean that the common people do not have this desire.

What's more, the law does not blame the public.

This is the existence of zero risk.

Within Jingfu, such a big event can't be hidden from Jin Yiwei's eyes.

Zhang Juzheng's paper list.

The people who entered Beijing.

After summarizing the news from all parties, Lu Bing from Fusili in Beizhen also headed towards Xiyuan with secret reports from various places.

　Ding Rukui is indeed from Zhanhua, and the distance between their villages is only three intersections. According to "Hongwu Zhengyun" in the early Ming Dynasty, the accents of various places at that time were actually not much different from what they are now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)