Great Eunuch of the Ming Dynasty

"No! The eldest sister said that she needed to go home and ask the elders what she meant. Our eighteen brothers had already said goodbye to their godfather before, and we will not contact each other easily in the future. We will work wholeheartedly for the master of the town, and there will be absolutely no two Sincerely." Hou Xining, who seemed honest but actually cunning, interjected, expressing his loyalty and describing the matter clearly, "That handkerchief is a token given to the eldest sister when the rich lady parted with her. "

"What do you think about this matter?" Wang Zhen looked at Hou Bailing who was blushing, and asked with interest.

"I don't think there's anything to look at. I'm an eunuch. I don't dare to think about other things. Besides..." Before Hou Bailing could finish speaking, Wang Zhen slapped Hou Bailing on the face.

With a sound of "Pa!", Hou Bailing's handsome left face suddenly swelled up.

"This town has long said that although we are eunuchs, we must be self-reliant and self-confident. We must not be weak, but stand up! You shameless bastard, don't you dare to do so? Then this town will solve it for you!" Concentrating on drinking, he waved his hand and shouted: "Eighteen Taibao took this town to meet this rich lady and her father. If possible, this town will help you!"

The Eighteenth Taibao all showed embarrassment when they heard the words, and hesitated to say something, but because of Wang Zhen's majesty, they didn't dare to speak out against it, so they could only nod in agreement.

Hou Bailing covered his face, unable to speak with tears in his eyes, he could only follow behind silently, followed the brothers out of the private room and came downstairs.

In the hall downstairs, the gendarmes were all drunk and spread out on the floor.

Wang Zhen said to the shopkeeper who helped clean up the dishes: "Take them back to the mansion in this town in a carriage, and don't let the brothers catch a cold."

"Yes! I'll arrange it, little one!" The shopkeeper bowed respectfully and saluted, not daring to be negligent. This is his own patron, so don't wait on him. It's hard to find such a lucrative errand even with a lantern. up.

Led by Hou Jinbing, a group of people went outside a house on East Street. Judging by the size of the house, it can be regarded as a rich family.

The concierge was an old man with a goatee. He saw a large group of people blocking the door, and thought it was causing trouble. He was about to call for the nursing home. When he took a closer look, he happened to see the handsome young man Hou Bailing among the crowd, but the old man was puzzled. What's more, the left side of Hou Bailing's face was a little swollen at this time, probably because he didn't sleep well!The old man muttered in his heart.

"It turns out that my uncle is here! My uncle, hurry up and enter the mansion!" The old porter warmly greeted Hou Bailing.

"Who is your uncle? Don't shout!" Hou Bailing couldn't help being anxious when he heard the words, and shouted at the old porter.

"Hou Bailing! What's your attitude? You don't respect the old and love the young at all, you don't talk too much! From now on, don't say a word, and leave everything to this town!" Wang Zhen grabbed Hou Bailing's wrist and forcefully Squeezed it tightly, and warned Hou Bailing.

"Yes!" Hou Bailing didn't make a sound, but opened his mouth silently, and he could tell what word he said from the shape of his mouth.

"Master! My aunt is here! My aunt is here!" The old porter ran towards the mansion at a running speed beyond his age, and shouted angrily while running.

The mansion, immersed in a tense atmosphere, became bustling with the old man's shout.

"Where is my aunt? Where is my aunt? Where is my aunt?" A skinny old man in satin clothes ran out of the mansion with a large group of servants, asking non-stop while running, with a happy expression on his face.

"Here! Uncle is here!" The old porter led the group of people to the door, pointed at Hou Bailing in the crowd, and said loudly.

"My son-in-law! You have finally figured it out! I knew you would! I, Wang Youcai, is just a daughter. I don't need you to marry me. As long as you marry my daughter, all the wealth of my Wang family will be yours." !” The skinny old man Wang Youcai is the father of the rich daughter, and Wang Youcai is him.

"Master Wang, right? If you have anything to do, you can talk to this town. This town is Hou Bailing's immediate boss, and he can be regarded as his elder. This town is here to discuss marriage with Master Wang." Wang Zhen said Hou Bailing pulled behind him, cupped his hands towards Wang Youcai with a smile, and said.

"This town? Could it be that Brother Wang is the mayor of a town in Gyeonggi? It's really disrespectful, please, please!" Wang Youcai completely misunderstood, thinking that Wang Zhen was the mayor of a small town.

The Eighteenth Taibao and Wang Zhen were taken aback for a moment, then shook their heads with wry smiles, and followed Wang Youcai and Wang Yuanwai into the mansion.

After arriving in the hall, the group sat down according to the host and guest, and the servants brought tea and put it on the table next to Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen was also polite, picked up the tea bowl with one hand, picked up the lid of the tea bowl with the other hand and moved the tea leaves in the teacup, then brought the teacup to his mouth, and drank sharply.

Wang Youcai frowned when he heard the ear-piercing piercing sound, and thought: He really is the son of an upstart family in a small town in the countryside. Even if he becomes the mayor of the town, he is so ignorant and uneducated!

"I wonder what Wang Yuanwai thinks of Hou Bailing? Are you satisfied?" Wang Zhen put down his teacup and asked Wang Youcai.

Wang Youcai smiled, with a satisfied expression on his face, and said: "I am very satisfied with Hou Bailing's appearance and style of work. This is a match made in heaven with my daughter!"

"I heard that Wang Yuan's family has some lawsuits recently? Can you tell me?" Wang Zhen asked.

"This~" Wang Youcai fell silent, with hesitation on his face.

"Mr. Wang, if you don't make it clear, how dare Hou Bailing marry your daughter? It will be bad if you get into trouble, right?" Wang Zhen smiled and guided Wang Youcai step by step.

"Hey~ To tell you the truth, hey~" Wang Youcai sighed, and said, "Many years ago, I set up a caravan to trade with the Sanbao eunuch Zheng He, and made some money. Going to the sea again, I spent money to buy some fields in Gyeonggi this year. The old man couldn’t bear to oppress the tenants, so he set the rent extremely low. As a result, many tenants came to the old man to do it, and a rich and powerful land was in the old man’s Next to the land, all his tenants ran to the old man, which offended the nobleman. Last month, the nobleman threatened to make the old man look good, and the old man was worried every day, for fear that the man would come to retaliate."

"Oh? Someone is so bold at the foot of the supreme! I don't know the name of that dignitary?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Cheng Guogong Zhu Yong!"

"What!!!" Wang Zhen cried out in shock, shivering all over his body.

Chapter 63 Hou Xining and the coachman

Chapter 63 Hou Xining and the coachman

Zhu Yong's terrible name was like a basin of cold water, waking up Wang Zhen from his drunkenness. Wang Zhen resisted the fear in his heart and slowly adjusted his mood.

Wang Zhen clearly remembers that in history, Wang Zhen died in the hands of Cheng Guogong Zhu Yong, and he died directly with a blow to the head. Although history has changed because of Wang Zhen's change, Wang Zhen, who knows the cause and effect Still couldn't help feeling a little scared.

"Is Mayor Wang uncomfortable? Is Mayor Wang afraid of Zhu Yong, the Duke of Cheng? Don't be afraid. When Hou Bailing marries my daughter, the old man will take care of everything. Mayor Wang doesn't have to worry!" Wang Youcai was afraid of Wang Zhen. Hou Bailing was prevented from getting married because he heard that Zhu Yong, the Duke of Cheng, was a powerful man.

"Hahahaha! The king is worrying too much, how can this town be afraid of Cheng Guogong? This town has not violated the law, and it is upright in its actions. It is not afraid." Wang Zhen waved his hands hurriedly, pretending to be calm and said.

"That's good, that's good!" Wang Youcai exclaimed happily: "In that case, let's talk about their marriage!"

"Mr. Wang, don't worry. As Hou Bailing's elder, this town intends to settle your family's lawsuit and use it as Hou Bailing's betrothal gift!" Wang Zhen said lightly.

"What? Mayor Wang actually has such great energy? This old man is really blind and doesn't know important people. Then the relationship will be good. As long as this matter can be handled well, the old man will definitely prepare a large dowry, and I will never wrong Hou Bailing, my son-in-law. When Wang Youcai heard that Wang Zhenneng had done the job well, he stood up happily and said, patting his chest.

Wang Zhen nodded in satisfaction, and asked Wang Youcai: "I don't know if there are pens, ink, paper and inkstones in your mansion? This town will send a letter to Duke Cheng's mansion to resolve this matter. "

"Yes, yes! Although the old man is a businessman, he is also yearning for reading, Wang Liu! Give the pen and ink to Mayor Wang, it's in the old man's study." Wang Youcai hurriedly called his servants to go to the study to get the pen and ink.

After a while, the servants prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Hou Jinbing waited on the side to grind the ink. Wang Zhen raised the pen and wrote a letter. Then he took out a seal from his arms and put it on The letter was stamped and put in an envelope.

"Hou Xining, go to Cheng Guogong's mansion now, give this letter to Cheng Guogong, and then come back with Cheng Guogong's reply letter." Wang Zhen said and handed the envelope in his hand to Hou Xining.

Hou Xining raised his hands above his head, took the envelope, put it in his arms, nodded and said: "This subordinate will definitely get things done." After speaking, he turned and left.

After Hou Xining came out from Wang Yuanwai's house, he stopped a carriage and said to the driver, "How much is it to go to Duke Cheng's mansion?"

The coachman wandered around for a long time, but he didn't receive a job. Seeing this white and clean young man, he couldn't help but nodded and bowed his head with a smile: "My lord, to go to Duke Cheng's mansion, you need ten coins."

Hou Xining nodded, boarded the carriage, sat in the carriage, and said, "Then please go!"

"Okay! Where are you!" The coachman waved his whip and lashed at the horse's buttocks, and the carriage slowly walked towards the street where Duke Cheng was.

Hou Xining sat in the carriage with a gloomy face, and spread out the letter written by Wang Zhen to Cheng Guogong in his hand. The content on it made Hou Xining feel that he didn't know Wang Zhen deeply at all, as if everything about Wang Zhen was a disguise , so that I can't see it through, and I can't guess it.

"It seems that it is difficult for me to rely on this Wang Zhen to ascend to the throne!" Hou Xining secretly sighed.

The Duke of Cheng's Mansion was built by Zhu Neng, the first Duke of Cheng in the Ming Dynasty. Later, Zhu Neng's son, Zhu Yong, inherited the Duke of Cheng and was one of the hereditary Dukes of the Ming Dynasty.

"My lord, Duke Cheng's mansion is here." The coachman lifted the curtain of the carriage and said to Hou Xining who was sitting inside with his eyes closed.

"Well, you wait here for a while now, my son will have to go back by car later, wait for a while, and I will give you the money for the car." Hou Xining decided to save some trouble by asking the driver to wait here.

Hearing this, the coachman had a bitter face, shook his head and said, "Young master, you can wait here, but can you give me the money for the carriage first?"