In the past May, the capital was in a carnival as the New Year was in advance.

Even the stingy noble families lined up near Mishikou to prepare porridge, the eight great alleys and fence gates were singing and dancing, and the top signs in the capital yards were all celebrated. The streets were filled with lanterns and floating carts and performance teams. Those self-proclaimed scholars were lingering like skinny dogs like saliva, chanting some sour poems.

The rich have ways to celebrate the rich, while the poor have ways to celebrate the poor. The taverns on the street have started to be discounted. The bunches of copper plates that were originally kept for the New Year were also taken out directly, and a small plate of meat, a plate of braised peanuts, some wine such as tobacco, and a bowl of cheap corn wine from Dongjiang specialties. A few bittersweets can be blown together.

It is also such an ordinary street restaurant. The white wine in Dongjiang is much higher than the popular rice wine. The few ordinary citizens on the table opposite were all drunk. There was a coolie wearing a green melon-skin hat and a little beard with three glances of beards. He was excited to drink it and stepped on the table.

"You don't know, Master, I have a brother in Ji Town. Last year, he and Lord Hong Chengchou fought in Songjin. That battle was really a sea of ​​blood. The Jiannu's cavalry rushed towards our army formation. Our Lord Hong ordered the cannon to set off firecrackers. Within a few miles, the general's cannons were all gone! No matter what kind of Eight Banners iron tools, they were all bleeded by the seven holes and bleeded off the horse. Then our Ming army possessed Zhao Zilong, with white horses and silver spears, and fought in all directions. He rushed into the crowd and killed seven in seven out. In that battle, he killed tens of thousands of Tartars."

I don’t know why Ming Jun fought, but this guy spitted on the next table.

The hat shrank back, and Lord Lu Zhonglu, who was in a grand and rich family, moved his butt to the side in disgust.

"Then, why did our Ming army lose? I heard that all the cities outside the pass are lost!"

This sentence suddenly hit the pain of cuckolding. After stuttering for two or three times, he shouted in a panic: "Do you understand whether you seek profit and avoid harm? Kill everyone! The army retreats first! Wait for rest, kill them again! If the Tartars hadn't died too many times, could they come to seek peace?"

"That's what you say!"

"Yes, yes! The Tartars surrendered!"

A group of small citizens were staggering and shouting there. Lu Zhong laughed in a cuckold saying, "It's all right?" It's a pity that these ministers in the court were still trying their best to cover up their defeat, and the fighting people had already applied the healing medicine.

However, the smile gradually became colder. The emperor in the Qing Dynasty was not cheap. For such face, Fan Wencheng had already reduced to 5,000 taels of gold, and 300,000 taels of silver to 100,000 taels of gold, 1 million taels of silver, and about 2 million taels of silver. In the end, they had to collect from the pain of being happy in front of them. It is estimated that this is their last joy this year. They should not even think about spending the Spring Festival this year.

Moreover, the imperial court opened the border market by opening up the border market for more than two months, and broke the efforts to cut off the food. In the contract that did not come to the table, the Ming Dynasty also admitted that all the land north of Ningyuan was lost to the Qing Dynasty, which was equivalent to completely selling Dongjiang.

I guess that ancestor would not be happy if he learned the news!

Fortunately, as long as he did the news channels, even if Mao Jue was so angry that he was so angry that the news sent made Mao Jue so angry that the master would never take his anger on him. Unlike the master Chongzhen, who made the Jinyiwei bosses worry every day as if they were the ones who were the big men of the Jinyiwei every day. He originally wanted to get himself a commander of the Jinyiwei, but seeing the commander Luo Yangxing, commander Liu Lan and Wang Peng who was struggling to survive the exhausted days, Lu Zhong extinguished his thoughts.

The few little people on the other side were still drinking, and Lu Zhong didn't care about them, but was thinking about his own worries. However, suddenly, a black shadow blocked the light from his seat. As for occupational disease, his hand directly touched the hilt of the knife.

"Brother, I'm waiting for the goods, the best Taihang earth buns!"

"The family man has a bad appetite recently, so he really needs some earthy buns to adjust his body!"

When two secret codes met, the same dusty peddler finally sat down, but did not let Lu Zhong put down his short knife. The two of them were chatting like talking. In the words, a series of information was quickly passed on. After drinking two glasses of wine, the peddler then put down the basket and went out with silver. Carrying a basket of earthy buns, Lu Zhong settled the bill and leisurely walked towards the alley at the other end of the tavern.

After going around two circles, the super high perception ability he had trained in his years of spy career made him sure that no one followed him, so he turned onto the road and got on the Jinyiwei carriage that had been prepared.

"It's interesting now!"

In the car, the expression that was finally holding back was relaxed. A terrifying sneer appeared on Lu Zhong's long face. He immediately patted the earth bun and ordered the coachman: "Chengji Cloth Village!"

"The old man has a bad appetite recently!"

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In the Dingbei Hou Mansion, a table was filled with earthen buns from Taihang. Mao Jue's eldest son Mao Xingjian was there, stretching out his little hand, while Chen Jiao scolded him in a low voice. Outside the mansion, he patted the dust on his hands and looked at the wax balls in his hands. Lu Zhong threw the wax balls into the ditch where he spoke.

Anyway, the information that the master asked for had been sent, and the bonus was almost thrown into the box. As for the master of the Forbidden City, isn’t the Ministry of War a fast horse? Let him wait for news from the Ministry of War.

By the way, I heard that Chen Xinjia, the Minister of War, wanted to escape with the money recently. This guy has a lot of resources and inside information. For Dongjiang, he can win over the target. Should he go to his place?

Thinking that this Jinyiwei Qianhu, who was "loyal" in the Ming Empire, climbed onto the carriage again.

A few days later, the Forbidden City

Emperor Chongzhen has indeed lived a very comfortable life these days. Although there is a hole that is so big that the annual monies for the East are not enough to fill, but from the grandfather of Emperor Wanli to the time when he is beaten by himself, the four generations of emperors refuse to bow their heads to the east are now asking for peace from him!

Children's Emperor!

After the morning morning, Chongzhen did not plunge into the imperial study room to review the memorials, but went to his beloved concubine Tian, ​​and blew the fan and listened to the little song. From time to time, a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The eunuch also had the eyesight. Seeing that Chongzhen was happy now, Wang Chengen also looked like a smiling Maitreya, and interrupted at the right time.

"Your Majesty, I'm going to give me a memorial again! I've been praying for illness and returned home. I've also made a bedding with a sick strap wrapped around my head and a waxy face. I'm moaning and sitting in the Ministry of War. Tsk, the court's face has been lost. Shi Jingshi impeached him again. Now there are sick husbands, the Ministry of War and the Chief Superintendent of Lascivia everywhere in the capital."

"You always take care of it!"

I remember a book called "The Besieged City", which tells the story of people outside envying and unable to enter, and people inside have hidden murderous intent under the scenery, but they cannot get out. As the saying goes, people are in the world and cannot help themselves! This is the case in this officialdom. Although Chen Xinjia saved his head this time, he also saved Wusha because of his contribution to peace with the Qing Dynasty, he was really afraid.

The feeling of a machete on the head is something that people who have never experienced it personally cannot imagine, not to mention that they first leaked the secrets and then betrayed the emperor. No matter how stupid a person is, he knows that he has lost his holy heart. After supervising the peace talks, Chen Xinjia wanted to leave.

However, just like the siege, you can't leave when you want to! In order to resign, he spent more money than climbing up, and even submitted many memorials, which would even be used to cheat.

"This Chen Xinjia is really not a good country-holding material!"

Listening to Wang Chengen's narration, Chen Xinjia could not take responsibility, and the memories that Chongzhen could not bear face came to his mind again. Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help but wave his hand in disgust and said the words that made Wen Ti Ren and his heart shattered.

"Let him go!"

This person's poison and the nectar of the man. When Chen Xinjia knew the news, he was probably ecstatic, and Wang Chengen couldn't help but hum in his heart.

Chengemen, Chengemen, you have to take care of your father-in-law and I will worry about it, but the emperor is happy. If the matter is done, it will be more than 30,000 taels of silver.

"Go to the cabinet to promote the next Minister of War!"

"Old slave obeys the order!"

He bowed his head and bowed heavily. Wang Chengen was unwilling to let Chen Xinjia occupy the pit and stop stooling. He turned around and went to the Silijian to convey the emperor's will.

Listening to the sound of Tian Fei's tinging zither and leaning on the recliner, Emperor Chongzhen's face couldn't help but smile again. He had a decent ceasefire with the Qing Dynasty. He could finally free up his hands to concentrate on dealing with the refugee army. In Chongzhen's view, these untouchables were simply a mob. The court was always involved in the Liao incident, which made the bandits spread continuously.

As long as he dealt with the bandits, cultivated and survived for a few years, and then went north with the whole country, Chongzhen even saw Emperor Taizong of Tang who had revenged three years after the Weishui Alliance, and he couldn't help but smile on the corner of his mouth.

After listening to the Qin at Concubine Tian, ​​he was resting until after six o'clock in the evening. Emperor Chongzhen then got up to the imperial study to deal with government affairs. He wanted to take over the power, and he drove away Zhou Yanru who had entered the capital for a while, resulting in a large number of memorials on the table that needed to be processed.

If it were in the past, Chongzhen would have a headache when he saw these things, but now he is full of energy and is used to it with it. He pushed the disasters and folk customs aside and first wrote out the memorials of the Ministry of War.

However, Chongzhen did not follow his previous habits and was generally more serious. He began to review the memorials hidden below by eunuchs, but started to read them directly from the first one above. After all, he was in a good mood and the emperor did not want to have a heavy start.

However, after just the first glance, Emperor Chongzhen's face turned pale instantly, his breathing was rapid, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he roared in anger.
Chapter completed!