After Zhu Youjian and Luo Yangxing escorted more than 20 carriages into the capital, Zhu Youjian asked Luo Yangxing to transport the carriage back to the Beizhen Prefecture Office, and he rode the Qingshuang horse to the British Duke's Mansion alone.

In the Duke of England's mansion, Zhang Zhiji was trying to walk in the garden with a cane under the care of several maids. When Zhu Youjian arrived, Zhang Zhiji threw away the cane. Although he was still not very straightforward, he looked fine.

When he saw Zhu Youjian coming, Zhang Zhiji's face was full of excitement and wanted to meet him, but due to inconvenience in legs and feet, he could only move forward slowly. When Zhu Youjian saw Zhang Zhiji's appearance, he smiled and said, "You save yourself a little, why bother to make things difficult for men."

Zhang Zhijiquan regarded it as if he hadn't heard it. Judging from his past experience, he was the one who ended up suffering the last loss, "Why is the fifth brother here today?"

Zhu Youjian said, "Let's see if you can go to the Beijing Camp Martial Arts in two days." After that, Zhu Youjian was not polite and sat straight towards the stone table in the garden.

Although it was late spring, it was almost noon. The stone table was still a little cool. The maid next to him took a clean tea bowl and poured a bowl of fragrant tea for Zhu Youjian. Zhu Youjian looked at the white mist rising in the bowl and was a little dazzled.

Seeing that Zhu Youjian was holding the tea bowl and not drinking it, he was stunned, so he asked, "Why did the fifth brother run away with Yaxing? I'm thinking about it and my life is here?"

Zhu Youjian said: "It is said that three glasses of wine in the world are the great cause of a thousand years. People in the north love to drink, while people in the south love to drink tea. I always feel that what I see in this capital is drinking tea."

Zhang Zhiji said: "Of course, many people like to drink in Beijing, but they are not at the banquet. If a guest comes to the house, he can even bring a pot of wine directly. Of course, he will still use tea when he is in the hospital."

Zhu Youjian had something to say, but because a bowl of tea had become far away, he couldn't help but feel funny, and then said to Zhang Zhiji: "I'm really a little unrestrained in my mind. Ziyu, why are you standing? Don't be polite, sit down."

Zhang Zhiji shook his head with a wry smile, touched his butt and said, "No, no, I'm still used to standing."

Zhu Youjian knew what Zhang Zhiji looked like. It seemed that the injury on his butt had not healed yet. Zhu Youjian said, "I'm here to tell you that some time ago, someone in the Beijing camp colluded with Jurchens to sell a large number of firearms in private. Two days later, it will be a martial arts in the Beijing camp. Ziyu still needs to inform the British Duke of this matter as soon as possible. At this time, the batch of firearms had been handed back and placed in the Beizhen Prefecture Department. The number was so huge that it was shocking. Because the specific amount of transactions between the Beijing camp and the Jurchens had not yet been obtained, I am not sure whether the seized is all the supplies. I am afraid that this matter will not be covered, so I should let the Duke prepare early."

When Zhang Zhiji heard Zhu Youjian's words, his brows frowned and thought for a moment: "What's the matter? I've heard of some things about fucking in the Beijing camp before, but I didn't expect these people to be so bold. Can the fifth brother know who is traitorous in the Beijing camp?"

Zhu Youjian said: "This matter involves a lot. What I know in the Beijing camp now is Liu Cheng and Shi Fuxing. I will send other lists of other matters to me after I go back."

"It's a big deal. Since this is the case, I won't accompany my fifth brother. You have tea here first. I'll report this to my father." After Zhang Zhiji said that, he called several maids to take crutches to Zhang Weixian's study.

After Zhu Youjian had already told the matter, he left after drinking a bowl of tea.

In the study, Zhang Zhiji told Zhang Weixian what Zhu Youjian said to him with a crutch. After hearing his son's words, Zhang Weixian's expression changed, and then frowned and closed his eyes.

Zhang Zhiji thought about the possibility that his father was furious, whether he slapped the table or threw the cup, but none of them appeared.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Weixian opened his eyes and said, "I am for my elders, maybe some people feel that they can't carry the sword for their father."

Zhang Zhiji asked, "Dad, how should I deal with this matter? If I need it, I can ask for help from Brother Wu."

Zhang Weixian waved his hand and said, "No, I'm afraid this Jingying is going to be handed over as my father. I have been peaceful in the Ming Dynasty for a long time, and the Jingying is so bad. This has nothing to do with being a father. If you hand it over at this time, you may be able to save some reputations. But since someone wants to take down the old man, then I will also break his hands and feet."

Zhang Zhiji listened to Zhang Weixian's words and said in confusion: "Dad, do you think someone is deliberately designing to harm you?"

Zhang Weixian said: "Do you think that just a general and a hundred households can make such a big noise? How can they get along with the Jurchen line? You are still pure in nature and don't understand the sinisterness of this court."

Zhang Zhiji asked, "Dad, then do you suspect who is doing it?"

Zhang Weixian narrowed his eyes and said, "I think it's very strange to see the defeat of Sarhu last year."

"Dad is suspicious..." Zhang Zhiji said in surprise, but he didn't say it any further after half of his words. Since he mentioned the defeat of Sarhu, the person Zhang Weixian was suspicious was self-evident. Although Zhang Zhiji had a deep hatred with Fang Shihong, it was hard to imagine that the only cabinet master of the dynasty would collude with the enemy.

Zhang Zhiji hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Dad, since he suspected that this old thief was playing tricks, his son would tell his father if he had something to do, did he still remember the water color?"

When Zhang Zhiji mentioned the water color, Zhang Weixian said with a little gloomy face: "This matter is over, and it will only increase his sadness if you mention it. As for the matter of revenge, there will be a chance in the future, and this time it may not work."

"Dad, I don't mean that..." Seeing that Zhang Weixian misunderstood, Zhang Zhiji told Zhang Weixian about his plan to kidnap him and Zhu Youjian and bombard Fang Shihong.

After hearing this, Zhang Weixian looked at his son with some surprise, "Although Dad wants you to avenge this revenge, Dad hopes that you are still the boy, and you can be less bloody on your hands. The reason why you want to kill Fang Shihong with your own hands is just because of your resentment. Dad teaches you a way to not only kill people with your own hands, but also help you relieve your hatred?"

Zhang Zhiji was puzzled and said, "Oh? What's the solution?"

Zhang Weixian walked to Zhang Zhiji and said softly in his ear. Zhang Zhiji's eyes lit up, and he raised his thumb at Zhang Weixian and said, "Dad's method is much more vicious than mine."

Zhang Weixian patted Zhang Zhiji's head and said, "How do you talk? You can recover from your injuries in the past few days. If you recover from the injuries, I will take you to the Beijing Camp. I will go to the Prince's Mansion first."

In the prince's mansion, Zhu Changluo closed the last memorial and rubbed his temples with both hands: "Everyone in the world thinks that power is the best person. I have been dealing with the government affairs these days. The so-called honorifics of the Nine Five are just to shoulder the people and the country. The hard work is not enough to be used by outsiders."

Zhu Changluo dared to say it, but Zhang Weixian dared not accept it. Before the emperor passed away, the prince had already regarded himself as the Supreme Lord of Nine Five. He complained about his hard work, but the proud look on his face was not concealed at all.

Seeing that Zhang Weixian did not answer, Zhu Changluo asked again: "Is there something wrong with the Duke of the State coming this time?"

Zhang Weixian only raised his head and said hesitantly: "Oh, Your Highness, the old minister is guilty."

Seeing Zhang Weixian's appearance, Zhu Changluo didn't know what was wrong in his heart, so he asked, "What does the Duke mean? Do you still need to hesitate when speaking in this palace?"

Zhang Weixian shook his head and said, "The old minister was disappointed by His Highness. He didn't notice it for a while, so he actually let the villain take advantage of the loophole. The firearm of the Beijing Treasurer was almost hollowed out by some sycamore?"

After hearing Zhang Weixian's words, Zhu Changluo's expression changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to grab Zhang Weixian's arm and said, "What? What's going on? Firearms are the country's important weapon. Now the war in Liaodong is in a state of anxiety. If there is no firearm, I am afraid that I will lose my support in the Ming Dynasty. This is not a joke, but the country is fair."

Zhang Weixian took a peek at Zhu Changluo, thought the time was almost done, and said, "Your Highness, don't worry, although the old minister is foolish, it has finally not damaged the foundation of the Jingying. The worms in the Jingying colluded with the Jurchens to sell firearms privately, and the number is shocking. Fortunately, these firearms have been reclaimed, including those Jianzhou Jurchens' works, have also been detained. However, this matter is of great importance. The old minister came to report to Your Highness that although the sheep was broken, the old minister was still frightened and apologized for his crime."

Zhu Changluo had experienced decades of ups and downs, but he was still frightened and sweated all over. He felt relieved until he heard that the firearm had been regained. He let go of Zhang Weixian's arm and said, "Although the Duke of the State has been weak at this time, the victory is that he can recover the loss in time, which is not a big deal. Duke of the State should not think too much, and the Duke of the State has to rely on the Duke of the State for the capital."

Zhang Weixian frowned and said, "Your Highness, this matter is not as simple as it seems. Even if your Highness wants to make a big deal, someone may not agree."

"What does the Duke mean?"

Zhang Weixian said: "The reason why the old minister can come to tell His Highness today is because for some people, the time has not come. Two days later, the martial arts performance of the Beijing camp will be the time when the old ministers and the prince are in trouble. The old minister is no longer the northwest mad lion of the past, and it is not enough to lead the Beijing camp again. If this happens, your highness will still protect the old minister, which may lead to dissatisfaction among many people in the court. If your highness takes this opportunity to repel the old minister, it will not only avoid the danger of attack, but also gain the reputation of selflessness."

Zhu Changluo hurriedly said, "No, the Duke of the Kingdom is the pillar of the country, and the capital camp should not be without the Duke of the Kingdom for a day."

Zhang Weixian said: "Your Highness is too good to go to the battlefield. Old ministers are dispensable in the Jingying Camp. There are so many generals who are good at fighting across the river. How could you lack such a person as an old minister? And the old minister can take this opportunity to recall all the people in the Jingying Camp, so that a hidden danger can be eliminated. Your Highness can push all this matter to the old minister. In this way, the disadvantages of the occupation and the vacancy of the Beijing camp can be eliminated, and the reputation of your nobles will be avoided. Your Highness will dismiss the old minister at that time, and will be able to redeem these people's thoughts and gain connections for Your Highness."
Chapter completed!