"Don't be anxious." Jirgalang shook his hand and said carefully, "Although I am a royal family, I am sure that I am the uncle, many people in the court will definitely oppose it, especially you...hehe, Hong, Fan and other Han ministers... I need help."

"This... I dare to ask the prince, what can the King of Wu do about this...or what does the prince want the King of Wu to do?"

This is right, and it is at the critical moment.

Jirhalang brushed his sleeves while brushing his arms and said sneeringly, "Since you are there, there will be countless you... Don't think that I am a fool."

Cold sweat oozed out of Shen Wenkui's forehead.

Jierhalang narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Didn't the King of Wu show his sincerity to me? There must be many important officials in the capital who have secretly joined his command, and I need help in the court..."

Shen Wenkui could not admit it or deny it, so he could only say vaguely: "Wenkui must report the prince's original words to the King of Wu...the King of Wu decided to take it."

"Well... again, within ten days, I must see the unscathed Ledu, otherwise, there is no need to discuss this."

"Wen Kui will go back now and send someone back to Hangzhou Prefecture to report..."

"There is another thing... The King of Wu must guarantee that the shares owned by the northerners in the Jiangnan Chamber of Commerce will not be embezzled for anything." Speaking of this, Jirhalang waved his hand and said, "Get back."

After Shen Wenkui stepped down, Qian Qianyi suddenly figured out something.

That is, this meeting is by no means a coincidence, but an inevitable result.

Perhaps this is the first time that Jiergalang has met Shen Wenkui in this way, but it is obvious that this is not the first time Jiergalang has met someone from the south.

In other words, Jirgalang should have had contact with the south for a long time.

As Jirgalang's aide at this time, Qian Qianyi knew that Mimi was quietly heading south. When he thought about it, Qian Qianyi was shocked.

Rather than saying that it was Wu Zheng who took the initiative to plan the Qing court coup, it was Jirgalang who took the initiative to ask Wu Zheng for help.

This guess is true in Qian Qianyi's mind.

As the King of Wu, Wu Zheng, who had the 200,000 Northern Expedition Army, no longer had to plan a coup with a low chance of success, but the effect was like a useless enemy prince, because once this failed, there would be no possibility of peace talks between the two dynasties. On the contrary, even if it succeeded, it would be nothing more than a river across the river... No, it would be a waste of control for the current situation of war.

Either they will stop fighting at the right time and rest on their own, or they will work hard and never stop until death.

It is hard to imagine what benefits would the Qing court coup be for the Northern Expedition at this time?

Is it better to go through the river and become a friendly country?

Qian Qianyi, thinking of this, knelt in front of Jirgalang at the fastest speed and prostrated himself.

....

A glimmer flashed in Jirgalang's eyes.

I have to say that he was also surprised that this Han man who repeatedly rebelled and surrendered was indeed very thoughtful.

So soon, I woke up.

Jirgalang didn't speak, but just held the teacup and blew it beside his mouth.

The room was silent, and the two sat and knelt down, almost a stalemate.

Finally, Jirgalang spoke, "Did you... think it through?"

Qian Qianyi kowtowed like pounding garlic, "I only look at the prince's horse head... I have no other intentions!"

Jirgalang nodded and said, "That's good... I believe in you, otherwise, such a big thing would not be left to listen to you."

"Thank you for your favor!"

"Okay!" Jirhalang said first, "Since you already know this, then you should know how to do what is going on?"

Qian Qianyi thought quickly and replied: "The Great Western Army must stop in Macheng... The officials who have been instigated to the south will do it carefully... Oh, of course, there is also Prince Jian..."

"What else?"

"And...and..." Qian Qianyi was old after all, and he was really nervous at this time, and his mind became confused for a moment.

Jirgalang frowned and shouted loudly: "Are these important?"

"Ah?" Qian Qianyi looked shocked.

Jiergalang suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "What I want is...Prince Ying of Fengyang, Prince Rui of Yanzhou..."

Qian Qianyi woke up like a dream. Yes, the army of the Daxi Army seemed sharp, but the Yongli Dynasty's financial resources were not even as good as the Jianxing Dynasty, and it could not support a Northern Expedition at all. Is it important? It's not important!

Prince Jian is just one of Jirgalang's sons. Jirgalang has six sons, and a few days ago, it was reported that the two concubines were happy. Is Jirgalang lacking a son? Is it important? It's not important!

What’s important is that if Jiergalang gets the capital, can Jiergalang live in peace in the capital with two armies in Yanzhou and Fengyang?

Qian Qianyi responded repeatedly: "I... remember it in my heart and dare not forget it for a moment."

"Um..." Jirgalang muffled and waved his hand, "It's so bad. If there is one day... I can't treat you badly!"

"Thank you, Prince!" Qian Qianyi thanked loudly.

When I walked out of the study room, I realized that my whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

....

Hong Chengchou looked at Chen Mingxia in surprise.

How could Chen Mingxia appear at the Mansion of Grand Secretary Fan at this time?

Fan Wencheng was also surprised and looked at Chen Mingxia for a long time and said, "What's wrong with Chen Shangshu and others in front of my mansion?"

Chen Mingxia glanced at the people in the room and did not answer.

Fan Wencheng naturally understood something, waved his hand and sent everyone in the mansion.

After a while, there were only Hong, Fan and Chen Mingxia in the room.

"Okay, I can say it... there is no need to hide from Mr. Hong."

Chen Mingxia then bowed and said, "I am here to raise my head."

"Rise your head?"

Hong and Fan Wen were even more surprised. Chen Mingxia was the Minister of Personnel. Although his real power was not very good, his rank was placed there. He still needed to report it to ordinary things?

Hong and Fan exchanged eyes, and Fan Wencheng asked: "If Shangshu Chen wants to raise someone, why don't he go directly to the palace to impeach him, but to come to my house?"

Chen Mingxia replied: "This matter is serious, and the person impeached by me is of high authority. Ordinary yamen cannot cure him at all."

"Oh?" Fan Wencheng's face darkened, "Who is it?"

Chen Mingxia paused, looked up at Fan Wencheng's eyes suddenly and said, "The people who are going to take the lead are the current dynasty... Uncle King!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hong and Fan's faces changed drastically.

Hong Chengchou said sternly: "Chen Mingxia, do you know what you are talking about? The following is disrespectful to the superiors. According to the law, the minority will be dismissed, and the worst will be imprisoned... If the uncle pursues the matter, you may even lose your head!"

Chen Mingxia said calmly: "I know."

"I know you are still talking nonsense... I really don't know how to live or die!"

Fan Wencheng suddenly raised his hand to stop Hong Chengchou and asked Chen Mingxia: "Since Chen Shangshu came to my husband's mansion to sue His Highness the Uncle King of the dynasty, there is naturally conclusive evidence in hand?"

“Of course there is.”

"Can you say it clearly?"

"I have uncle Wang Jiergalang notified the enemy's evidence of crime and personal evidence."
Chapter completed!