"Woooooooo..."

"Father, I can't bear to leave Brother Yunfei, why don't you let me go with Brother Yunfei?"

On the Drum Tower in the east of Jinan City, Zeng Shuting, who was tall and graceful in red makeup, looked at the carriage driving out of the city gate and collapsed on the ground with tears streaming down her face.

She didn't know why her grandfather fell ill overnight.

Why did her brother Yunfei, whom she loved so much that she loved her to the core of her soul, even refused to meet her once and left Jinan in a hurry?

"Silly boy, Yunfei just went back to Dengzhou to recuperate. You will see each other again in a while."

Zeng Wende helped his daughter up with distress. Although he didn't know what his father and Zhu Yunfei were plotting, these two people.

One is his father and the other is his favored son-in-law.

Therefore, he believed that the two of them had their reasons for not telling him.

"But I want to see Brother Yunfei, I want to see that you are safe, and I want to talk to him."

Zeng Shuting, who was in the midst of pear blossoms and rain, had big round eyes full of crystal tears. The originally sweet and dimpled beauty felt heartbroken when she looked at the carriage that was going further and further away.

Zeng Shuting, who is only fifteen this year, has been doted on by everyone in her family since she was a child, but there is nothing unruly or willful about her.

She looks sweet and innocent, and almost everyone dislikes her.

Cao Ming, who was driving a carriage under the escort of several cavalrymen wearing short coats and long robes, walked out of the city gate and looked back in the direction of the city gate and drum tower.

"General, Miss Shuting and her father are on the top of the city. She seems to have been crying."

Chen Yuanyuan, who was in the carriage, heard Cao Ming's words and couldn't help but look in the direction of the city.

"Yunfei, sister Shuting must be very sad. You shouldn't not say goodbye to her."

Chen Yuanyuan said with some distress.

"It's hard to say goodbye when we meet. Nine times out of ten things in life are not what we want them to be. How can we not be as happy as we want them to be?"

Zhu Yunfei stretched out his hand to hold Chen Yuanyuan's white catkin and said with a hint of melancholy.

"It's time to let her experience some things. In this world, she must see what fireworks are like in the world. Otherwise, how will she enter the door of my Zhu family in the future?"

"Yunfei, no matter where the world ends, no matter whether you are rich or poor, high or low, I will be with you through life and death and will never be separated."

Chen Yuanyuan looked at the indifferent Zhu Yunfei with distress, holding Zhu Yunfei's body tenderly and snuggling in his arms.

Zhu Yunfei left quietly, taking only Chen Yuanyuan with him, and left Jinan City in despair.

In the 16th year of Chongzhen, it was May 29th.

Zhu Shishou, the censor of the capital, the right minister of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Zhang Yunhan, the eunuch of the East Factory, Zhang Fengxiang, the governor of water transportation, and Fang Kezhuang, the governor of Shandong, and his party arrived at Jinan City belatedly.

Among the people who greeted him at the official road outside the city gate, Gong Dingzi, the political envoy on the right, and Zhou Zuo, the patrolling imperial censor, were undoubtedly the happiest.

It has been more than a month since the two of them took up their posts in Shandong. During these days, they have been squeezed out by Zeng Ying, Song Yingheng, Jiang Shaili and others, and have become mere decorations.

But starting from today, they are backstage. From now on, Shandong will be the Chief Secretary, and it will be them who have the final say.

It is worth mentioning here that the official residence of the Governor of Water Transport is in Huai'an Prefecture in Southern Zhili.

The Governor of Water Transport, as a powerful feudal official, was also one of the few permanent governors in the Ming Dynasty.

"Gong Dingzi, the envoy to the right of Shandong Province, led the officials at all levels in the government office to greet the angel, Zhang Zongxian, and Fang Junmen."

Gong Dingzi, a master of Jiangzuo and a big boss of Donglin faction, was like a clown at this moment, leaping over Song Yingheng, Jiang Shaili and others, and came directly to the carriage.

"Kowtow and flatter others, what a great Jiangzuo man." Song Yingheng, as the Zuobu envoy, was now bedridden with Zeng Ying, and he should have taken the lead in welcoming her.

But Gong Dingzi overstepped his authority, which naturally made him very unhappy.

"Oh, I originally thought that following Zeng Junmen, General Zhu would use his strength again, but it seems that this old bone is of no use."

Jiang Shaili, who was already over sixty years old, sighed and looked lonely.

Last year, Abatai's 100,000-strong army invaded Shandong. Millions of people in Shandong suffered hardships and all the prefectures and prefectures were riddled with holes.

The court did nothing and sat back and watched.

In the past six months, he had witnessed with his own eyes that Zeng Ying, Song Yingheng, and Zhu Yunfei led the soldiers and civilians to build a home together, and now they have finally regained some vitality.

As a result, the peach pickers came. What is the difference between this and killing the donkey?

"I'm here to see you all, sir..."

Just when Song Yingheng and Jiang Shuili were angry and dissatisfied, Zuo Maojia, the deputy envoy of the inspector, pushed forward with a flattering look on his face.

"Wu Hanqi, the magistrate of Jinan, is here to see all your lords. I have ordered people to prepare a banquet at the Eight Immortals Tower, the best building in the city..."

"Wu Hanqi, a villain, how dare he do this?" Song Yingheng is known for his uprightness, and he hates the faces of these villains.

"Hahaha……"

At the gate of the city, there are Zhang Fengxiang, the newly appointed governor of water transportation, Fang Kezhuang, governor of Shandong, Wang Zhigang, the commander-in-chief of Shandong, and Zhang Yingyuan, the deputy commander-in-chief.

As well as Zhang Yunhan, the eunuch who came to announce the decree, Zhu Shishou, the censor of Youqiandu who was supervising, and others, surrounded by Gong Dingzi and others, they were all well-dressed and full of energy and laughed brightly.

During the flowing banquet that lasted for several days, Zhang Fengxiang, Fang Kezhuang, and Zhu Shishou were all intoxicated under the warm hospitality of Gong Dingzi, Wei Zhouzuo, and others.

At this time, Zeng Ying moved out of the governor's Yamen and was taken to the magistrate's Yamen prison to be examined by the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

As for a martial artist like Zhu Yunfei, he resigned after learning that he was seriously injured.

Of course no one is paying attention to him.

Zhang Fengxiang stayed in Jinan Prefecture for half a month before reluctantly heading to Huai'an to take up his post.

Fang Kezhuang also officially assumed the post of governor of Shandong.

Because of preparations in advance and the joint guarantees of Jiang Shaili, Song Yingheng and others, they resigned one after another.

Although Zeng Ying was dismissed from her post, she was spared jail time, was demoted to a civilian, and was allowed to return home to retire.

On June 16, Zeng Ying and her family left Jinan, took a boat south along the Grand Canal, and returned to their hometown in Jiangxi by water.

"Grandpa, I'm thinking about Brother Yunfei. When we return home this time, will we never see Brother Yunfei again?"

When leaving Jinan City, the depressed Zeng Shuting hugged the weather-beaten Zeng Ying, with a look of resentment on her face.

"Silly girl, don't worry. Grandpa promised you that in the spring of next year, Yunfei will prepare a sedan chair with eight carriages to marry you back."

Looking at her unhappy granddaughter, Zeng Ying smiled kindly.

"Grandpa, grandpa, do you keep your word?" Zeng Shuting looked at Zeng Ying in surprise and asked.

"The girl has grown up, hahaha..."

The lobby of the governor's Yamen.

The new governor Fang Kezhuang, wearing a black gauze hat and a crimson golden pheasant patchwork official robe, looked at the account books sent by Gong Dingzi, the right chief envoy.

He asked with a frown on his face: "There are only 63,000 guan of money and 95,000 stone of food and grass left in the treasury?"

"Master Junmen, I have checked the accounts and there are no mistakes." Gong Dingzi said with a wry smile.

"After all, Shandong just suffered the massacre and plunder of the slaves last year. Some time ago, the Commander-in-Chief of the Army, Eunuch Gao, transferred most of the money and food from Shandong's treasury."

"The money and food in the accounts right now is still the money and food that the governor's Yamen managed to dig out."

"Gong Fantai, we can't go on like this. Without money and food, how can each department run its yamen?" Fang Kezhuang said seriously.

"When I took office this time, I promised Mr. Wei Ge that I would turn over three million taels of silver in taxes and one million shi of military rations before the autumn harvest. Now there are only more than two months left."

"This matter must be started immediately. Let Commander-in-Chief Wang Zhigang and Deputy Commander-in-Chief Zhang Yingyuan arrest Linqing Customs and Jining Customs."

"Your Chief Secretary Yamen allocates taxes to various prefectures and must allocate more taxes."

"If we can't complete the tax collection task, I can't explain it to Mr. Wei Ge, and everyone will have a hard time."

Hearing Fang Kezhuang's words, Gong Dingzi felt a chill on his back.

Although he is greedy for money, lustful, and clings to power, he is even more greedy for life and afraid of death.

If you increase the tax according to the quality of your hair, it will definitely cause civil unrest.

How dare he do this?

Just when Gong Dingzi was thinking about how to persuade Fangke to be strong, the soldiers from the Yamen outside the governor's Yamen suddenly broke in.

"Master Junmen, something is wrong. The soldiers in the Dusi General Barracks have mutinied."

When Fang Kezhuang and Gong Dingzi heard this, their expressions changed.

Immediately afterwards, on the long street outside the Yamen, there were waves of earth-shattering shouts of killing.
Chapter completed!