Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Fang Zhenghua nodded, waved the chefs to leave, then took out a few porcelain bottles, mixed it, and sprinkled it evenly on the dishes.

After finishing it, I stirred it with chopsticks.

His Majesty's requirements are quite demanding, and even Fang Zhenghua needs to personally measure them before he can complete the task.

This is really a road to heaven. If you don’t take it, there is no door to hell to break in!

Then you said it was not good for Shi Lang to go to eat somewhere, but he came so drunk that the entire building was filled with drunkenness!

Fang Zhenghua sneered:

This is one of Jinyiwei's strongholds!

After finishing all this, Fang Zheng summoned the waiter who came to deliver the food and asked him to deliver the food to Qingyuan Pavilion after the food was collected.

He also gave a vague signal to the spy chief of Dongchang, asking him to supervise the waiter.

As for Fang Zhenghua, he took the special stairs and went up to the fourth floor.

This is where Jinyiwei spies collect information.

The fans strictly understood Fang Zhenghua's identity and hurriedly bent down to salute.

Founder waved his hand:

"Bring up the picture of Qingyuan Pavilion!"

Facing the absolute boss Fang Zhenghua, the fans did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly walked to a pile of copper pipes and fiddled with them a few times.

These copper tubes are winding and winding, with either a mirror or a small copper tube inlaid on them.

These things, to put it bluntly, are very simple, just periscopes and monitors.

Zuimanlou collects information and never uses the waiter to put on makeup to find out.

Even, in order to create a good "negotiation" environment for diners, the drunk waiters will not stay around the private room unless requested by the customer.

As a result, such an excellent place to "discuss confidential matters" has become a favorite of many people.

Little did they know that their conversation would be transmitted to Fanzi on the fourth floor through the ancient copper "eavesdropping device" and the periscope at the same time.

Next to each pair of copper pipes, there are two fans, one is responsible for watching and the other is responsible for recording.

If you listen carefully, you can hear rustling voices coming from those small copper tubes.

And those mirrors showed scenes in the boxes everywhere.

Hatoko Sento, who was on duty, pointed to a mirror and said:

"Director Fang, this is the viewing mirror of Qingyuan Pavilion."

The fans also thoughtfully placed the monitoring copper pipes in front of Fang Zhenghua.

Fang Zhenghua put his ear close to the small copper pipe, and sure enough, the sound of the waiter pushing open the door came from inside.

Fang Zhenghua looked into the mirror while listening.

What is displayed in the mirror is the scene in the Qingyuan Pavilion box.

"Here, help me adjust the angle. The picture must follow those meals!"

Fang Zhenghua gave an order, and Fanzi hurriedly turned the copper pipe gently so that the picture displayed on the mirror always centered around the dishes.

Fang Zhenghua's ears were a little closer, and the waiter's words came clearly:

"Sir, here are the drinks and dishes you ordered!"

The waiter placed the food on the table one by one, opened the wine jar, poured a glass of wine for Shi Lang, and bowed.

"Your Majesty, please use it with caution. I have to take my leave."

Shi Lang waved the waiter away, then grabbed the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pig's trotters, and put it into his mouth.

……

Fang Zhenghua saw Shi Lang eating with his own eyes, but he did not leave. Instead, he asked the official spies on the top floor to keep an eye on the waiter who had just delivered the food.

It wasn't until Shi Lang left and made sure that the waiter had no further contact with Shi Lang that he encouraged everyone and stood up to leave.

……

"Your Majesty, Shi Lang's side, the old ministers have finished everything."

Fang Zhenghua bent down and stood respectfully behind the emperor.

This is the mature Migne bomb. The current warhead no longer has this deep hole, only a small depression.

Zhu Youjian was playing with the warhead in his hand. Hearing this, he did not raise his head and said:

"I heard that you were kicked by Shi Lang?"

Fang Zhenghua nodded:

"This is what a veteran should do."

Fang Zhenghua neither refuted nor boasted.

Although according to the meaning of the emperor's words, someone had already informed His Majesty of his every move, Fang Zhenghua was not angry.

He is a retainer of the emperor, which is different from a foreign minister.

All his power comes from the emperor's trust.

Not to mention that the emperor was spying on him, even if he wanted to take away his power, it was just a matter of words.

Fang Zhenghua understood the importance clearly. As long as he completed His Majesty's mission, His Majesty would not put him aside.

Zhu Youjian opened the drawer, took out a bottle of bruises and bruises ointment, and handed it to Fang Zhenghua:

"I'll give you three days off and have a good rest."

Fang Zhenghua hurriedly thanked him, and after receiving the gift from the emperor, he said:

"Your Majesty, don't worry, I'm fine. Shi Lang's kick can't hurt me!"

Zhu Youjian knew what Fang Zhenghua's intention was when he heard that Fang Zhenghua had changed his name.

He handed the warhead in his hand to Fang Zhenghua:

"This is the artifact I just gave to Brother Bi Maokang."

Fang Zhenghua didn't ask any questions about the emperor's meaningless words. He just took the bullet and made a gesture of listening.

Zhu Youjian pointed to the hole at the end of the warhead and murmured:

"Old Fang, this bullet and the matching rifled gun are designated by me as the Fuhan Gun, and the previous flintlock musket is designated by me as the Actinic Gun.

These two weapons are the guarantee of the Ming Dynasty’s martial arts..."

Zhu Youjian stood up and placed his palms on Fang Zhenghua's shoulders:

"Lao Fang, the new gun is my Ming Dynasty's guarantee of force, and you are my guarantee of force.

Do you understand, if you take good care of yourself, you are my greatest strength? "

Fang Zhenghua trembled all over and hurriedly bent down to the ground:

"Your Majesty has great love, and Fang Zhenghua has nothing to repay. In this life, I only ask Your Majesty not to give up, in order to repay His Majesty's favor of using me!"

Zhu Youjian stood up, walked to a hidden niche on the side, twisted a few times, opened the cabinet door, and took out a piece of information:

"This is from the British Duke Zhang Shize."

Zhu Youjian sighed.

The British Duke was the hero of the Jingnan War and has always been the No. 1 noble in the north.

When Tianqi was seriously ill, it was the British Duke Zhang Weixian who personally carried the sedan to take Chongzhen into the palace.

This British Duke is Zhang Weixian's grandson, Zhang Shize, the ninth generation inheritor of the British Dukedom.

When he fled the capital, Zhang Shize was supervising the battle at the top of the city. He was afraid that Zhu Youjian would not be able to escape and would always leave a backup.

Zhang Shize stayed.

Zhu Youjian fled the capital, but Zhang Shize did not flee to Tianjin, but lurked.

In this life, he did not die at the hands of Li Zicheng. Instead, he stayed in the capital incognito, collecting intelligence secretly, and became Zhu Youjian's internal agent.

Fang Zhenghua looked carefully and saw that what was written on it was Dorgon's secret summons of several Mongolian princes to discuss matters.

"Your Majesty, is this?"

Zhu Youjian looked at the north:

"Dorgon has been attacking Li Zicheng for a long time and secretly summoned the heads of the Mongolian tribes to discuss matters. What do you think he is doing?"