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

Chapter 92 The traces of Shanxi merchants

The news that Wang Qi was granted the title of Marquis of Dingyuan spread quickly.

At the same time, news also spread that the Ming Dynasty star was about to go to Liao.

People did not expect that Wang Qi would return to Liaodong so soon.

"I heard that during the imperial meeting that day, Wang Qi and Yang Lian had a fight in front of the emperor!" The same two men who looked like scholars were sitting in the same position, leaning against the window of the restaurant on the second floor, discussing the recent news. secret affairs between the DPRK and China.

"It's not because the Donglin Party is too aggressive!" The slightly stout man tapped the table with his finger and said: "We won't give him three years, but only three months, and let Wang Qi come up with a strategy to conquer Liaodong. The results are coming!”

"Master Fan, isn't that a compensation for giving him the title of Marquis Ningyuan?" The man in blue robe snorted softly: "That imperial edict has been spread all over the world. Wu Hanlin's most proud handwriting in his life, the edict Among them, the Duke, the first assistant of the cabinet, the second assistant, the governor, and the censor of the left capital are all included. The weight is probably unprecedented."

"Compensation?" The wealthy man named Mr. Fan was obviously unhappy for Wang Qi. He tapped his stubby fingers on the table: "According to Wang Qi's meritorious service in Liaodong, he should have been granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister. He was banned last time. Donglin ruined things, and now what he deserves has become compensation, what a rip-off!"

"Don't be angry, no matter what, the Marquis of Dingyuan will not give you a share of the credit!" The man in blue robe chuckled, obviously feeling that his companion was too involved in Wang Qi's identity: "But Mr. Fan, you are here You’ve been in the capital for a while, when will you return to Jin?”

"Humph," the man named Fan blinked, feeling a little helpless when his companion said this.

Since Wang Qi arrived in the capital, he has been delivering greeting cards to Wang Qi's house. He spent more than 500 taels of silver on the concierge alone, but in the end he didn't even get through the door. It was really helpless.

Speaking of which, Fan Zhongjin's family has been engaged in the salt and horse trade for seven generations. Not only did they trade with the Han people, but they also had extensive business dealings with the Mongolians in the grasslands, the Jurchens in Jianzhou, and the Jurchens in Haixi.

However, since Wang Qi took office as the commander of Liaodong, he cut off the connection between Zhangjiakou, Shanxi and the grassland, causing the Fan family's business to plummet.

Therefore, Mr. Fan followed Wang Qi to Beijing all the way, just because he wanted to meet Wang Qi and talk about cooperation with Wang Qi.

"If it doesn't work out, I will go to Liaodong again." Fan Zhongjin punched the table, obviously in a very bad mood.

The companion poured a glass of wine for Mr. Fan and asked, "You, the Fan family, are doing business with the Jurchens. How dare you go to Marquis Dingyuan? Aren't you afraid that he will kill you with a knife?"

"With whom is it not business to do business?" Mr. Fan shook his head: "I am doing business with him this time, Marquis Dingyuan. My Fan family doesn't really want to embarrass the court, does it?"

At this moment, outside Dongzhimen.

Wang Qi had already taken his troops to say goodbye to his uncle.

Not far behind him, Lu Xiangsheng and Yuan Chonghuan accompanied him on horseback.

"Uncle, my nephew is out of quarantine this time. I don't know when it will be when he comes back. Before I say goodbye, I would like to toast you a glass of wine!" Wang Qi held the wine glass and bid farewell to his uncle.

According to the decree from the palace yesterday, Wang Huazhen was ordered to return to Shandong today and continue to serve as chief envoy to support Wang Qi's war in Liaodong.

So this time, he relied on Wang Qi's wish to avoid disaster.

Wang Huazhen gave a bitter smile: "Your kid's trip to Liaodong this time has affected the nerves of the entire imperial court. No matter which party he belongs to, whether it is the capital or the local government, they all want to see what you, Marquis Dingyuan, can do in Liaodong. A world!”

"The affairs of the court are too complicated. I will wait until my nephew has finished cleaning up the Jurchens in Liaodong, and then I will be free to rectify this messy court situation!" Wang Qi raised his head and drank a glass of wine: "A man has ambitions in all directions, uncle, there is no need Goodbye!"

Wang Huazhen looked at the wine glass in her hand, nodded, and drank it all.

When he turned around, Wang Qi had already turned away and got on his horse. "Uncle, farewell here. When we see you again, it will be the time when my nephew and I return in triumph!" Wang Qi laughed loudly, showing no nostalgia. He rode his horse and whipped his whip, leading dozens of his men along the road. The official road galloped towards the northeast.

After sending Wang Qi away, Wang Huazhen stood blankly in the official hall for a long time, as if he was vaguely recalling the boy's childhood.

"Master, it's time for us to leave," the attendant asked Wang Huazhen from behind.

Wang Huazhen must leave Beijing today and return to Shandong.

After spending a day in the capital and going back to Shandong, Wang Huazhen could only sigh at the fate.

After a while, the car drove away, and in the pavilion beside the road, only the cool breeze and the gurgling river were left.

Imperial City, inside the Qianqing Palace.

"Already gone?" Zhu Youxiao opened his mind and squatted on the ground without any image, holding an awl in one hand and a small hammer in the other, concentrating on chipping away at the wooden wedge.

"To answer your Majesty's question, I just left from Dongzhimen," Wang Tigan stood not far away and replied softly.

"What do the people say?" Zhu Youxiao asked while digging.

Wei Zhongxian knelt aside, wiping the emperor's sweat and handing him various tools.

"Most of them sympathize with Marquis Dingyuan. After all, within the three-month period, there is basically no chance of winning. However, a small number of people agree with the Donglin Party's opinion, saying that Marquis Dingyuan is only twenty, so that's why A high position requires certain punishment." Wang Tiqian dragged out all the information he had found out.

Zhu Youxiao finally stopped and was helped up by Wei Zhongxian. He took the tea from the palace maid and took a sip before looking at Wang Tiqian with his hands on his hips: "Is there any reaction from Donglin?"

"Hey, your majesty's method of dividing and dividing is really clever. Now Donglin has been divided into several factions. There are arguments and differences over whether to insist on being an enemy of Wang Qi. After all, the first assistant Ye Xianggao is leaning towards Gaodu. In addition to Wang Qi, others should also think about it." Wang Ti patted Zhu Youxiao's ass without leaving a trace.

After all, Zhu Youxiao's original intention was to suppress the Donglin Party by elevating Wang Qi's status.

Now, Wang Qi is in a high position and Donglin has gradually lost power. In the court, Zhu Youxiao has gradually taken the initiative, and the emperor's goal has been achieved step by step.

It seems that there is no need for the day when the Supervisor of Ceremonies will be in power.

After resting for a moment, Zhu Youxiao threw the brocade handkerchief to the ground. He took the awl and hammer from Wei Zhongxian's hand and squatted down to work again. His expression was full of seriousness and solemnity: "Preaching the order, Lu Enguang, commander of the Liaodong Jinyi Guards, All Wang Qi's actions in Liaodong, no matter how big or small, must be repaid to me!"

"According to the order!" Wang Tiqian and Wei Zhongxian looked at each other and both bowed their heads to accept the order.

No matter what, Zhu Youxiao said that he had no doubts about his employment, but what he was doing now made him start to be wary of Wang Qi.
  　My brothers are anxious to read these chapters, and I am also overwhelmed by writing them. However, there are several characters who need to appear, which are related to the subsequent key plots, so I have to write a few more chapters, but now my trip to Beijing is finally over.

　　I’ll start returning to Liaodong tomorrow.
  　　Thanks for your patience, brothers.

　　Please look forward to the follow-up plot!

　　Thanks.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)