Dressed as a widow, raising cubs, farming and building infrastructure in Ming Dynasty

Qian Ning's eyes flashed slightly before he said: "The villain once closely monitored Liu Jian's family in Luoyang, but did not find any clues..."

A hint of impatience appeared on Liu Jin's face.

Qian Ning hurriedly got to the point: "However, Mr. Yang Shen was Miss Liu Xuejiang's childhood friend. In recent years, Yang Shen's whereabouts have been carefully investigated. He once lived in a small town in Huailai on the outskirts of Beijing. It is strange that he also served as a teacher there. After the Spring Festival this year, he went to Anhua, Ningxia, and then to Luling, Jiangxi. According to the spies, there was a young woman traveling with Yang Shen who was still in Luling. Ling bought a field and a house."

Liu Jin's pupils shrank and she quickly asked: "Do you have a portrait of that woman?"

"Yes. Please take a look, foster father." Qian Ning quickly pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, spread it out and handed it to Liu Jin.

Liu Jin looked at the woman in the painting and laughed.

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful! Send someone quickly to escort this woman to the capital safely! Don't make any mistakes!"

Qian Ning quickly said yes.

Liu Jin rolled his eyes and asked again: "Can this woman take a child with her? Doesn't he look like he is less than three years old?"

"I never saw a woman with a child."

"Then have you inquired about this woman's whereabouts over the years?"

Qian Ning did his homework well: "Back to my adoptive father. The woman is a young widow from Li Jun's family in Weishabao Town, Huailai. Her surname is Liu'er. She has two sons, one is seven years old and the other is less than three years old. Years old. There is also a father-in-law at home who has disabled legs."

"Then Widow Liu opened an inn in Shabao Town called Jiang Xuezhai. Your Majesty and your adoptive father passed by there last year."

Liu Jin suddenly realized after recalling it for a while.

He laughed dumbly: "No wonder the emperor couldn't forget the village girl in the inn back then, and he almost brought her back to Beijing... A peck and a drink are all destined."

Qian Ning continued to add: "The transaction of [-] horses in Xuanfu last year was negotiated in the name of Widow Liu."

Liu Jin was shocked. He stood up suddenly: "How is that possible?!"

Immediately, he glared angrily and slammed the table: "How dare you! Why did Zhu Yue push back and prevent the hero who made the horse deal from seeing him!"

"This Zhu Yue! He is so brave!"

"Someone, go find Zhu Yue over to our family!"

Seeing that Liu Jin was in a rage, Qian Ning quickly reported: "Father, Zhu Yue has been recuperating at home this year. It is said that he is bedridden and will die soon. In order to continue the incense, Zhu Qi, the eldest son of Baoguo Gong, brought back a foreign wife. To keep the family alive, the Crown Prince’s wife was crying and wanting to hang herself at home, and all the complaints were filed with the Empress Dowager.”

After Liu Jin heard this, he slowly calmed down, sat back in his seat, pondered for a while and then said: "In that case, forget it."

Immediately, a light flashed in his eyes and he looked at Qian Ning: "You must send Widow Liu to the capital quickly and safely. Also, bring the two children she is pregnant with! If this is done, I will personally recommend you to the emperor."

Qian Ning was overjoyed and knelt down and kowtowed several times: "Son, you obey! My son will live up to the support of his adoptive father!"

After Qian Ning withdrew, Liu Jin sat quietly and meditated for a long time with a gloomy face before adjusting his expression and heading out to the Leopard Room in the northwest corner of the Forbidden City.

After passing through layers of guards, Liu Jin arrived outside an inconspicuous-looking room.

Ma Yongcheng, the eunuch and eunuch of the department, was waiting at the door. When he saw Liu Jin arriving, he immediately came over with a smile to salute and say hello.

"Eunuch Liu, why are you here?"

Liu Jinpi glanced at Ma Yongcheng with a smile, and Ma Yongcheng bent even lower. "Why, our family is here to report important military information to the emperor, why can't we come?"

Ma Yongcheng realized that he had said the wrong thing, and immediately slapped himself with a slap in the face, flattering him at the same time.

"This servant is thinking that Eunuch Liu, you have many things to do, so you won't be able to come over at this time on weekdays..."

"Stop talking nonsense, is the Emperor in here?"

Ma Yongcheng changed into a sad face.

"Yes, yes, it's just that the emperor is in a bad mood today, and the servants dare not go in to serve him."

Upon seeing this, Liu Jin cleared her throat, adjusted her sleeves, approached the door and knocked gently, then said in a soft voice: "My slave Liu Jin, come to pay your respects to the emperor."

"Come in." A clear young voice came from the room.

The door slowly opened, and in the middle of the room was a desk. Behind the desk sat a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was tall and long-legged, with a face like a crown jewel. He was dressed in an ocher-red dragon robe, with slender eyes and raised corners. It is the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty, known as Emperor Zhengde.

Emperor Zhengde slowly rolled up the scroll in his hand, tied it with a bright yellow gilt string, pinched his brow with his fingers, and then slowly looked at Liu Jin who was saluting.

"Old Liu, is there any new military report from Anhua?" Zhengde stood up, stretched out a lot, walked to the desk again, raised his hands and twisted his waist left and right. He must have been at the desk for too long, and his cervical spine was damaged. and excessive lumbar muscle strain.

"Reporting to the Emperor, before Yang Yiqing and Zhang Yong arrived in Anhua, the guerrilla general Qiu Yue stationed in Ningxia had already pacified Anhua City and captured the King of Anhua alive. It only took eighteen days."

Liu Jin was very willing to push the unknown Qiu Yue out, so that Zhang Yong, who had always been at odds with him, would be busy in vain and would have no credit to claim.

Emperor Zhengde was slightly surprised and sneered.

"My Ming Dynasty's border troops are really capable."

"Instruct Zhang Yong to wait until the rebellion in Anhua is completely subdued and all the remaining party members are captured before returning to Beijing to report."

"Yes."

Liu Jin looked at Emperor Zhengde's slightly gloomy face and followed the temptation.

"Your Majesty, you have been sitting at your desk for a long time reviewing memorials, which is harmful to your body. It is better to combine work and rest, often ride horses and hunt, and practice martial arts to stretch your muscles and bones, which is more beneficial to the body."

"Yes. I haven't been able to move my muscles and muscles for some days. By the way, is Zhu Yue from Baoguo Palace feeling better? If he is feeling better, let him come into the palace and walk with me for a few moves."

Liu Jin's heart tightened, but her expression remained cautious.

"Back to the Emperor, General Zhu Yue has been lingering on his sick bed since he returned to Beijing from Xuanfu at the beginning of the year. It is said that the Crown Prince Baoguo was worried that he would have no heirs, so he took an outside wife back to the palace. The Duke Baoguo's palace is now in chaos. The Crown Prince’s wife has been crying all day long. General Zhu Yue’s illness has become worse. Now I heard that there is some engagement going on."

Emperor Zhengde sighed slightly.

"Last time I went to see him, he was a handsome and handsome man who could fight tigers with his bare hands. Now he is emaciated and skinny. It's really unbearable to see him. Please order someone to send some precious medicinal materials so that he can be raised with peace of mind."

Liu Jin lowered his head and said yes. After hesitating for a while, he swallowed the news about Liu Xuejiang back to his stomach.

"Is there still no news from Miss Xue Jiang?"

Emperor Zhengde took the initiative to ask.