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On the way, Huan Zhen was about to break up with Fu Shan. Fu Shan knew that he had something to do and didn't want to know about it, but he didn't ask much. He only told him that there were many ears and eyes in the capital and that everything should be careful, so he went back to the yamen. Huan Zhen was grateful and apologized in his heart, and made a secret decision. Although he still had to hide it from his brother, he must tell the whole story before he died.

He farewelled Fu Shan, and the first person he wanted to meet was Wen Tiren. Originally, it was supposed to visit Han Du, Qian Longxi and others with good relationship with Yuan Chonghuan, but he had already met Yu Dacheng yesterday. According to what he said, in the past few days, more and more officials in the court imposed on Han Qian and others, and there was a big trend of breaking the boat and falling into the head. Taking advantage of the situation was originally a good show in the Chinese officialdom. If Yuan Chonghuan was in trouble, he would be the best person in the officialdom. Han Yu, the chief teacher, had always protected him, and Qian Longxi was involved. This was nothing strange. However, those who attacked Han Qian's cabinet were often members of the eunuch party who were lucky enough to be in the case or were not seriously punished when the case was decided. This inevitably made people suspicious. After thinking about it, there was probably a master-minded person behind him who was planning to support him. He had to first pull out the master-minded person in order to prescribe the right medicine.

Although he was not very proficient in official affairs, he also knew the principle that the first thing he had to do was to rot first. Political enemies attacked each other, and rarely he could jump out from the beginning. I think Zhou Yanru was just a chess piece in the hands of others. But who was the person behind him? Now there are two factions in the court, one is Qian Longxi, the chief assistant of the cabinet, Han Du, and the Grand Secretary Liu Yi-yong, who became the master. This faction tends to protect Yuan; the other faction is headed by Zhou Yanru and impeached Yuan Chonghuan. Although Wen Tiren has never come forward, he can't completely get out of touch. But would he just run into the door and question him? At that time, he is afraid that he will be charged with another Yuan party and will implicate himself.

Walking one end, thinking one end, suddenly his body hit someone, his feet were unstable, and he staggered. When he looked back, many people rushed towards the city gate, not knowing what they were doing. Huan Zhen was surprised in his heart, and he grabbed a peddler and asked him what had happened. The peddler stretched his head and looked around, and said impatiently: "Have you heard of it? Today we are going to burn and kill Yuan Chonghuan at the city gate tower. We are all going to watch the fun."

Huan Zhen was shocked and didn't bother to say anything to him. Feibu ran along the crowd. He saw many butchers gathered under the city gate. Everyone formed a circle. A high platform was set up in the middle of the circle. A wooden stand was installed on the stage, and a straw man was tied up on it, just like a real person. Next to the wooden stand, a thick man with black face and black beard stood, holding a torch in his hand, shouting loudly at the crowd: "I voted for Yuan Chonghuan, and the Tartars ran halfway! [The so-called voter is caught. At that time, there was indeed this folk song in Beijing, which was seen in "The Lie Emperor's Little Knowledge"] "The onlookers responded loudly and shouted in unison: "I voted for Yuan Chonghuan, and the Tartars ran halfway!" A young man in a brocade giggled: "Then will kill Yuan Chonghuan today, and will the entire Tartars retreat tomorrow?" The black-faced man replied casually without thinking, "That self..." and suddenly felt something was wrong. He quickly shut up and glared at the boy fiercely.

The young man in brocade smiled again, "Okay, okay, the soldiers are over the city, a group of heroes and heroes do not know how to join the army to kill the enemy, but they are burning straw here to play. The Ming Dynasty is really promising!" The black-faced man was so angry that his face turned black and red, and he couldn't help but jump off the stage to fight. The onlookers shouted happily. Huan Zhen secretly worried for him, and was hesitating whether to come forward to help, but he saw four short-striking men behind the boy stood up and stood in front of the boy, as if they were a top figure in the housekeeper's guard. The black-faced man guessed that his opponent was so big, he thought he could not win, and spitted in disappointment, cursed and jumped onto the stage.

The young man laughed and said, "The so-called weak Tai Sui beat the tiger to death. He didn't have the courage to show up, but he just whispered behind his back. He was really boring! It's better to be particularly good at the ties, haha, haha! [The general idea is to scold the black-faced man who is incompetent and only knows that he can beat Yuan Chonghuan, a dead tiger, and sneak behind him. He was better to die]" Huan Zhen heard his strange words and couldn't help but feel attentive and couldn't help but look at him. He was about twenty years old and dressed very gorgeously. He spoke in Wu Suonong, but he was sarcastic and mean, with every sentence, and he looked like a rich young man.

The black-faced man knew that the advantage of words was far from reaching and could not beat him up, so he had to suppress his anger, pretend to ignore him, and said to the onlookers: "We will curse and kill the thief named Yuan here today. The thief of Yuan's birth date was written on the grass man. The thief ignited, and Yuan vomited blood; the thief burned it all, and Yuan died!" Huan Zhen laughed angry and too lazy to look at it anymore, so he was about to leave. As he turned around, his eyes touched a guard guard of the young man in brocade, and suddenly his heart moved: This person is so familiar! He couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Seeing someone looking at him, the guard guard naturally woke him up. Suddenly, he screamed "ah", knelt down on one knee, and said, "It turns out that Lord Huan is coming. The young people don't know, Duoduo offended him!" Seeing that he really recognized him, Huan Zhen still couldn't remember his name, so he had to exchange a few words and pull him up. Seeing Huan Zhen's confused appearance, the guard guard smiled and said, "Does Lord Huan not recognize the villain?" Huan Zhen smiled awkwardly, and before he could ask, he heard, "The villain is Jin Wenbiao from Chunhua Tower back then. Didn't he come to visit him often at that time?"

Huan Zhen slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, and said, "It turned out to be you, I think it's so familiar. Why, you are not working in Chunhua Tower now?" Jin Wenbiao said, "Do Meng is concerned about it. A year and a half ago, the boss of Chunhua Tower had an accident at home. He took a shop and returned to his hometown. The villain also made another way to make a living. Now he is a guard at Mr. Weng's house." He pointed to the young man in brocade and said, "This is my young master." The young man bowed slightly and reported his name, Weng Qian, whose courtesy name was Jicai. Huan Zhen also told his identity and origin and asked his family background. It turned out that he was from Chaozhou, Guangdong, and his father's name was Xian. He was a Jinshi in the Yichou Department of the Tianqi. Although the Weng family had money, Weng Xian had a strange temper. He refused to bribe the bribe and sought the road to advance. Therefore, he only served as a small official for a few days and went home and lived in Beijing.

He asked a few polite words, "I just heard Mr. Weng laughing and scolding, do you also disagree with Yuan Chonghuan's imprisonment?" Weng Qian turned his eyes and chuckled, "Why dare to comment on the government affairs next time?" Huan Zhen knew that even though he spoke like this, he must have a prejudice in his heart. When the city was full of wind and rain, everyone wanted to eat and peel Yuan Chonghuan alive, he went upstream and jumped out to say a few strange words. He had seen countless angry young people in the contemporary era. I think it was because of his identity as the general of Jinzhou, so it was not convenient to talk to him more.

Weng Gan said lightly: "Home is a man and I am not allowed to enter after noon. Time is approaching, so please forgive me for being rude." He gave a slight respect and turned around and left. Jin Wenbiao hurriedly bowed and chased after him.

There was still noisy under the city gate. The black-faced man shouted and lit a handful of fire and five copper coins. The onlookers responded and threw a lot of copper coins on the stage. Huan Zhen didn't want to watch such a farce again, so he lined up the crowd and left. On the way, he took a detour to Li Jingwei's Lidong Courtyard and borrowed hundreds of taels of silver from the madam. The madam looked reluctant and said, "The turtle was carrying a heavy bag of five hundred taels of silver [It was indeed heavy, and the five hundred taels of silver was converted into about 40 kilograms in the current system]. The silver was sold at the Shanxi Piao No. 1. Huan Zhen personally left an IOU, took the silver note, and went to Wen Tiren's house.

The gatekeeper of Wen's house was napping there. He heard that the right assistant censor, the general officer of Jinzhou, came to pay his respects in person. Ai Li walked out indifferently. Zhang yawned and asked proudly: "What's the matter?" Wen Tiren was the Minister of Rites at the time, and was a second-rank official, four ranks higher than Huan Zhen's fourth-rank right-rank censor. Even a mere gatekeeper didn't take him seriously. Huan Zhen smiled and whispered a ingot of silver in his hand. Seeing that the money was jealous, the gatekeeper immediately smiled and ran in without touching the ground to spread it.

Not long after, he came out to report that Secretary Wen had seen him in the partial hall. After performing the rituals of the superiors and subordinates, Huan Zhen smiled and said, "When the Lord was in charge of the Ministry of Rites, the lower officials had already left the capital and had not congratulated him. It is a sin!" Wen Tiren smiled and said, "Where is, General Huan has made contributions to the country. This time he led his troops to help. He is the general who is more important. It should be our civil servant in Beijing to congratulate General Huan." Huan Zhen hurriedly said, "My Lord is so serious. The subordinate officials should eat the country's salary and share the country's worries. How dare you "The two of them came and went and praised each other, and Wen Tiren called to serve tea [according to the etiquette of the Ming Dynasty, guests served tea, and gave tea to guests. The tea was added with boiling water, which was not the same as the following three.3.]. Huan Zhen took the opportunity to take out the silver notes wrapped in paper and smiled: "The day before yesterday, a subordinate from East Zhejiang returned home. When he came back, he brought some Ming-qian Longjing to the lower government, but the authentic goods on the banks of West Lake. The lower government did not dare to be dedicated, so he specially sent some to the adults, talking about the intention of not giving up the adults."

Wen Tiren held it in his hand, twisted his fingers, put it into his sleeve, and said, "Zhang Lai's poem said: 'The clouds and mists are dense in the south, and the dragon's throat is fragrant.' Could it be that the thicker the clouds and mists are, the more good tea can be produced?" Huan Zhen thought for a while and replied, "It's probably the case that, if the Wu Lao Peak and Hanyang Peak in Lushan, the clouds and mists never dissipate all year round, the clouds and mists are the best." Wen Tiren laughed and said, "I happened to have some Wuyi tea leaves, so I want to ask General Huan to see it." As he said that, he whispered a few instructions to the servant. After a while, several children held tea trays and placed the tea bowl in front of the two of them.

Wen Tiren raised the tea bowl, lifted it up, and said, "Does General Huan know that there are three or three points to tea?" Huan Zhen shook his head and said, "The official is so yulu, please give me advice." Wen Tiren smiled proudly and said, "The three points are the sweet and sweet tea in the new spring, the weather is one, and the best place to sit in the middle is one; otherwise, it is the 'three points'. As the saying goes, 'The sweet and sweet spring vessels are clean and the sky is good, and it is also good to choose the guests in the middle is also good.' Fortunately, I met General Huan today, how could I not do it?"

Huan Zhen was confused for him, thinking that this person had received the silver notes, and he should know why I came and talked about the Tea Sutra. Wen Tiren said: "I know that General Huan is a country with a sincere heart and spares no effort. Today, he met General Huan and his whole life are indeed not a waste of their lives." As he said, he asked his family children to order tea. Huan Zhen understood that this was the intention of seeing off guests. If he didn't leave, he would inevitably look rogue. Although he still had a huge doubt in his heart, he had to say goodbye.

After leaving Wen's house, he walked a few steps and turned the alley. Suddenly, a person flashed in front of him, holding a paper fan with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and said sarcastically: "Mr. Huan is a good gift for the silver!"
Chapter completed!