Chapter 641 Wall Grass

The governor's yamen is located in Gongxian Hutong, Baodafang, east of the palace, at the end of Andingmen Street. At the magnificent government gate, the flying eaves and Panlong are high-level tigers, which can be called the head of all the yamen in the capital.

Each government office in the Ming Dynasty has some of its own characteristics. For example, Si Yamen, the commander of Jinyiwei, is also known as the general office of Jinyiwei's internal personnel. Although it is one of the largest government departments in the Ming Dynasty, it is simple in appearance and simple, and there is no trace of teeth and claws. For example, the cabinet office, the head of the outer court, is just a three-entry and three-open mansion. If it is not for the officials wearing three or four-grade official uniforms, and the carriages parked at the door are also high sedan chairs, it is still a house inhabited by ordinary people.

The general office of the regimental camp is another kind of majestic and luxurious style. No wonder this is the general office of the 12th regimental battalion. This government office is full of princes and princes. Which one is not outstanding, honorable for generations, or more luxurious.

At this moment, the general office of the regimental camp is shrouded in the early winter rain. Last night's winter rain lasted until today's morning. Instead of reducing, the rain has a tendency to get bigger and bigger. Above the general office hall, the marquis of the famous regiment camp sat in their respective positions and drank tea with a cup of tea. The usual jubilant jokes had already been thrown out of the sky, and everyone's eyebrows were shrouded in a faint sadness.

The horse's hoof sounded, and someone scolded the horse to stop outside the government gate, followed by the sound of stepping down the horse, accompanied by Zhang Lun's familiar cough. The marquis in the government also put down their tea cup and got up. They stretched out their necks and looked at the door. They saw that the little father-in-law Zhang Lu was dressed in a bamboo hat and entered the government gate with a dripping cold rain.

"Good night, father-in-law." The marquis shouted with their hands.

Zhang Lun was taking off his hat and clothes with the help of his entourage. From the outside to the inside, the dim light on the hall made him not see clearly that there were so many people in the hall for a moment, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"Why did you come to the government today? Don't you usually come?" Zhang Lun smiled.

The marquises laughed at each other awkwardly. Zhang Lun was right. They seldom came to sit in the hall. After the morning, they went back to their respective camps, and some did not even go to the barracks. They went directly to their home freely. They entrusted everything to their friends and things. They were happy and leisurely. And even if there is anything to discuss, judging from the current polarized situation of the regiment camp, it is unlikely that everyone will come together to find a restaurant or garden, listen to music and drink tea while discussing things. There is a reason why they come here to discuss things in front of each other.

Zhang Lun walked in by himself. His deputy governor's public house was on the right. It was his habit to deal with some things later every day. Although he, as a deputy governor, actually had nothing to deal with, Xu Guangzuo took care of important matters alone, but Zhang Lun was used to this as a daily compulsory homework.

"Master, please stay, I'll wait... I have something to tell you."

Zhang Lun was stunned, and immediately a sudden look appeared on his face. He smiled and said, "Aren't you waiting for the Duke of Ding? Are you waiting for me?"

"Of course, I'm waiting for you, the British father-in-law. The announcement of the country is a few days off, and I didn't show up in the early morning today. Didn't I tell you?" A marquis laughed.

Zhang Lun said, "Daw, damn it, I actually forgot this. Lord Xu took sick leave. Yes, we should go and see him. I don't know if he is seriously ill. Which of you got up? Let's visit him together."

"Oh, don't mention it. Ding Guogong closed the door and didn't see anyone. Just now, Marquis Ma went to visit him and came back behind closed the door."

Zhang Lun tilted his head and thought, "So it is. It seems that Duke Ding wants to recuperate, or not disturb him first. Let's talk slowly. I'll go to the public house to deal with some official business first."

"The British will stay. I have something important to negotiate. Since the Duke Dingguo is on sick, I can only tell you."

"Oh? What's the matter? Is it so serious?" Zhang Lun turned around with a smile and sat on the first chair. A handyman had already held a cup of tea in front of him.

Zhang Lun picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He smiled and said, "What's the matter? Tell me."

The marquis covered their mouths and coughed, glancing at each other, but none of them spoke; Zhang Lun frowned and said, "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your throat? If you don't say it, I'm leaving. It's inexplicable."

Seeing Zhang Lun getting up and going to leave, Admiral Ma Zhifang quickly got up and said, "Well, let me say that everyone didn't want to get out of this, so I asked my old horse to break through this layer of window paper. Well, Mr. Zhang heard that the emperor was very unhappy because of the failure of the regimental camp and was brewing a matter of rectifying the regimental camp. Some people said that he would remove the positions of the two admirals of the regimental camp and adjust Xu Tai and Jiang Bin to the admiral. I don't know if there is such a problem?

Zhang Lun smiled and said, "It turned out to be this matter, and I can answer you for sure. This matter is not heard, but a definite matter. The emperor has issued an order to promote Jiang Bin to the third-class Dingbian Marquis and Xu Tai to the third-class Anbian Marquis, and these two will be appointed soon. I don't hide it from you now. It's just about the confirmation of the candidates for the transfer of the two marquises in our regiment camp. The emperor entrusted the Duke of Ding to draft the list of this matter. You asked me, and I don't know. Maybe I'm one of them.

The marquis were in an uproar, and Chen Wanchun, the admiral of Liwei Camp, shouted, "Why, how can the emperor do this? We have worked hard for the court, and we have worked hard without credit; why do we do this to us? My lord, you should talk to the emperor about this. You can't do this to us.

Zhang Lun shook his head and said, "There's nothing I can do."

"Hey. If Mr. Zhang was here, this would never happen. Now that something happens to us, there is not even a person who dares to speak. No one cares about us and no one asks. Someone sighed.

Zhang Lun's eyebrows became cold and said harshly, "Do you think of my grandfather now? When he was alive, he painstakingly defended the unity and glory of his relatives, but what about you? Why did you worry about his benefits? What's the use of saying this now? Zhang Lun, the governor of the regiment camp, should go to the Duke of Dingguo to find Xu Guangzuo. Aren't you fighting with him? What's the noise in front of me?"

The crowd was speechless and scolded by Zhang Lun. When Zhang Mao was alive, they were not afraid at all, because Zhang Mao was on it; would they still make some trouble to embarrass Zhang Mao? For example, when Song Nan was about to enter the regiment camp, the marquis collectively made a scene, and another They deliberately fought with Xu Guangzuo, forcing Zhang Mao not to allow Song Nan to enter the regiment camp. Now think about how rude it was at the beginning. If Zhang Mao was not for the overall stability, how could he tolerate them to do so?

Think about it now, when the disaster is coming. Xu Guangzuo, as the governor of the regiment camp, not only did nothing, but also hid at home to pretend to be ill, and Zhang Lun in front of him was also kicked off the stage by himself and others. Now it is really unreasonable to ask him to find a way.

"Don't be angry, young master. We are not coming for you. We have also communicated a lot in private these days. Looking back on what we have done, we are indeed a little sorry for your grandfather and grandson. But the group camp is the hard work of our husband, and we are all old brothers who have worked with our husband all our lives. For the sake of our husband, we can't give up on ourselves. Little father-in-law, the seven marquis who came here today have made a poisonous oath in private. We jointly wrote something, hoping to calm the little father-in-law's anger and help us tide over this difficulty.

Liu Zhongda, the heavy Admiral of Yaowu Camp, came forward and whispered, and then took out a letter from his arms and gave it to Zhang Lun. Zhang Lun took it over doubtfully and looked at it, and said, "What are you doing? Could it be that Zhang Lun is such a person? I resigned as the governor of this regiment by myself. Am I still rare?

Liu Zhongda hurriedly said, "Little father-in-law, the marquis had been offended before. When the little father-in-law was the governor, some people were unconvinced; now everyone has figured out that this position is the little prince. In the future, I must be as closely united around my father-in-law as when my husband was alive; after all, Xu Guangzuo is an outsider, so there is a deep relationship between us and the British government? It was an accident for him to be the governor, and now it's time to vacate his position.

Zhang Lun slamed and said, "It's difficult for me to do this. I did think of some strength in this matter, but don't you think that I'm contributing to something else? Not good."

Liu Zhongda turned around and winking, took the lead in bowing down in front of Zhang Lun and said, "Please help our old brothers under our husbands to tide over the difficulties. We will only wait for the British government to be the leader in the future, otherwise, we will be in vain."

The marquis fell to the ground one after another, and Zhang Lun hurriedly said, "What is this? Get up. In terms of generation, you are all my uncles. Isn't that killing me?

Liu Zhongda said in a low voice, "The little father-in-law promised me to get up later."

Zhang Lun sighed and said slowly, "Get up. I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee whether it will work. This time, the regiment camp must leave. As for who is leaving, I can only do something about it.

The marquises were overjoyed. Today, they were prepared. The seven marquises who came were all in the middle school, plus Zhang Lun, Gaohu and Jiao Zhengtai, and there were only two of the admirals of the 12th Regiment. One of them is Qian Taichang, the admiral of Zhenwei Camp, and the other is Meng Tang, the admiral of Qian Taichang's best friend.

The alliance of the marquis is also very skillful. Although most of them have openly and secretly slandered Song Nan and have been against Zhang Lun, these seven people are not like Qian Taichang and Meng Tang who have completely thrown into Xu Guangzuo's arms. There will certainly be no two people in the list drawn up by Xu Guangzuo, so they abandoned money. Taichang and Meng Tang; on the one is to prevent these things from being known by Xu Guangzuo, and on the other, there is always someone who wants to be a ghost.

Ma Zhifang, who was humiliated by Song Nan, can actually sneak in. I have to say that this person is indeed a talented person who can bend and stretch.

They did not hesitate to write a joint letter in private, saying that they would support the little father-in-law to return to the position of governor. Today, they played the emotional card they had seen with their husband to impress Zhang Lun, because they were very aware of Zhang Lun's weaknesses. Of course, Zhang Lun hoped in his heart to continue the glory of the British government and the position of governor of this regiment. The throne can be passed down as much as the duke, which is worthy of Zhang Lun's ancestors.

The person behind the whole incident is Song Nan. The marquis know that to beg Zhang Lun is to beg Song Nan. Of course, Song Nan is not as good as Zhang Lun, so that there is today's such thing.