Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 302: Move, advance

Zhucheng in Shandong, the Duke's Mansion of Qi.

Today is Young Master Langya's 100-day banquet, and dignitaries from the entire Qingzhou Prefecture and even Shandong have come to show their faces.

After Wang Qi had served three rounds of wine, he returned to the study, followed closely by his uncle Wang Huazhen. The guests in the front yard were entertained by their relatives.

After the Wenyuange murder case, Wang Huazhen quit her duties as cabinet and Diange bachelor, and went out on her own. She sent a resignation letter and returned directly to her hometown of Zhucheng County.

Although the joint trial of the three legal divisions has not yet yielded a result, who dares to say anything after Wang Huazhen leaves the capital?

After all, when the memorial to impeach Wang Huazhen was placed on Zhu Youxiao's desk, the current emperor just kept the memorial without saying a word.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the emperor still does not dare to fall out with Qi Guogong, and he does not dare to do anything excessive even towards Wang Huazhen.

At the banquet, naturally some people talked about the recent events in the court.

"I heard that the imperial court's war in Shanxi is not going well."

"Hey, without the Duke of Qi sitting in the capital, whether it is Yuan Chonghuan, Sun Chuanting, or the famous Hong Chengchou, they are just local chickens and tile dogs, not worth mentioning."

"In fact, the entire capital, and even Shanshan, the imperial court did not have many soldiers and horses available. Moreover, the incident happened unexpectedly, and the emperor was eager for success. Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou were also clever women, but it was difficult for them to make a meal without rice!"

"Master Qi, don't talk about state affairs here, don't talk about state affairs, drink and drink!"

"Come on, congratulations to the young master on his 100th birthday!"

Different from the bustle in the front yard, at the moment, in the study of the back house of the government office.

Wang Qi and his uncle Wang Huazhen sit opposite each other.

"Uncle, you shouldn't have taken action," Wang Qi poured a cup of tea for his uncle, then gently placed the teapot in his hand before slowly sitting down.

"The imperial court is already preparing to take action against you. Whether it is the Chief of Ceremony, Donglin or other factions, they are all sharpening their knives. When the emperor really takes back the military power, it will be the time to cross the river and tear down the bridge." Wang Huazhen looked extremely anxious , just picked up the cup at hand, feeling that it was hot, and put it down gently, and continued: "If there are strong enemies around, that's not bad. Now that the world is stable, the emperor has nothing to worry about! Don't you really want to think about it? What's the way out? If I don't muddy the waters, will I be waiting for a letter of dismissal from the court on your wedding day?"

Sometimes, from a certain point of view, Wang Huazhen really admired Li Chengliang - he respected himself for raising the bandits, allowing the court to use the rat weapon, and was able to rule Liaodong for his whole life.

But Nurha Chiwei couldn't lose it later, and Li Chengliang couldn't control it himself.

"Uncle, you are worrying too much." Faced with his uncle's questioning, Wang Qi just smiled and said, "It's not time yet."

"Alas," Wang Huazhen sighed and looked at his nephew helplessly: "Sometimes, I really can't guess what you are thinking?"

Perhaps Wang Huazhen did not dare to think deeply.

After picking up the teacup and taking a sip, Wang Huazhen continued:
  "Except for Xu Guangqi, all the cabinet members have been deposed. When I left the city, the list of newly appointed cabinet ministers was already out, and Shi Kefa was among them."

"Shi Kefa is Zuo Guangdou's disciple, I know that," Wang Qi nodded.

"Then do you think, Chief Literator and Donglin are all up, has your chance come?" Wang Huazhen was very seductive and wanted Wang Qi to return to the capital as soon as possible.

Otherwise, there are only so many official positions in this court, and if you go late, you won’t even be able to drink the soup! "Uncle, what do you think will happen if I return to the capital now?" Wang Qi looked at his uncle with a smile.

"It's better than staying here, right?" Wang Huazhen shook his head: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"At least, we have to wait until the war in Shanxi is over," Wang Qi pointed in the direction of the backyard: "Brother Zhong has just passed his 100th day, and I don't want to leave too early."

Moreover, Zheng Yiguan had recently returned from Japan and brought some information about Japan. Wang Qi was very interested and looked for an opportunity to chat with the shogun - once the trade channels with Japan were opened, the market would not Is it coming?
  Therefore, no matter judging from the current situation of the court or Wang Qi's own arrangements, this is not a good time to return to Beijing.

"Then how do you think the war situation in Shanxi will develop?" Wang Huazhen wanted to hear some specific analysis from Wang Qi's mouth: "Can Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou just rely on Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou to wipe out the rebellious people?"

"If you give them time and manpower, the rebels will disappear within a month," Wang Qi leaned back on his chair and continued: "But the fact is that the imperial court's financial resources are poor, the people are displaced, and years of famine and heavy corvee labor have made the rebels The breeding ground is extremely fertile, and even if Sun Chuanting and Hong Chengchou can turn the tide, they will not be able to cure it. Once they return to Beijing, chaos will break out again."

Does that mean you are not optimistic?
  Wang Huazhen nodded. With Wang Qi's words, the uncle felt confident.

Not long after, Wang Huazhen left, leaving Wang Qi sitting alone in the study.

After getting up and sitting back in his chair, Wang Qi's eyes fell on the desk, where there was a letter from Shanxi - signed Fan Zhongjin.

"Sun Chuanting didn't ask Fan Zhongjin, but took three thousand old and weak men to Pingyang Mansion to fight with Hong Chengchou?" Wang Qi tapped the table with his fingers - the key is that Hong Chengchou didn't have any soldiers or horses!

"Perhaps, the imperial court will soon mobilize soldiers and horses from Liaodong." Wang Qi raised his head and looked further north, where a large army that has been able to wipe out all the enemies in the north has been stationed: "At that time, it will be the time when Tianqi bestows a marriage, hey , What a calculation!”

In ancient times, a glass of wine released military power, but today, a royal married woman resolves a crisis.

"It seems that we need to speed up the steps," Wang Qi thought for a while, took off the brush beside him, and wrote on a letter: Li Qingsong saw the letter.

After taking root in the capital for a period of time, Wang Qi did not give any tasks to the secret guards except to deal with a few salted fish.

The amount of money given to secret guards every month is as high as three thousand taels, which does not include the money used to get through officials at all levels.

However, now that the situation has changed suddenly, Wang Qi has to consider using secret guards in advance.

It is also time to test the results achieved during this period.

A few days ago, Li Qingsong wrote in a letter, swearing that he had established a connection with an important person in the inner palace. If necessary, this clue could be used.

Thinking of the humble smile of the inner palace official, Wang Qi also showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: He took me nearly 50,000 taels of silver, and it won't be long before I let you know what his value is.

Not long after, his wrist moved slightly and he signed: Wang Qi.

"It's neither too early nor too late, I hope it's just the right time," Wang Qi said, then raised his eyes and called his guards in: "Here comes someone!"

"grown ups!"

"This letter will be rushed 800 miles away. It must be delivered within five days!"

(End of this chapter)