Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

After Zhang Shouren left, Liu Jingyao was also a little confused, and for a while, he was stunned thinking about it.Grain-grain-net-first-post www>

"No, never."

Liu Jingyao shook his head suddenly, and said to himself: "Guohua has a loyal and straightforward personality, like a newborn child, with a heart of innocence. He controls his subordinates and serves his superiors with a word of sincerity. How can such a person learn from Zuo Kunshan? No, never."

Such a sleepless night, until the next day, when Liu Fu waited for the servants to open the door and come in, they saw that the face of the Patriarch was very bad.

"Master, why don't you just tell Mr. Zhang about today's matter, and the master will not go."

Liu Fu is a confidant of the Liu family, and he was promoted to the head of the family after giving birth to a slave, so he can be a third-party family in everything. Seeing Liu Jingyao looking tired at this time, he couldn't help but say a few words of persuasion.

He and Zhang Shouren were not bad friends, and they got along very well with Zhang Shiqiang, but today's matter was after all a funeral for a few small soldiers... Such things, in Liu Fu's view, could not be regarded as serious business.

"Forget it, I promised Guohua."

While talking, Liu Jingyao cleaned his hands with the copper basin brought by Liu Fu and others, then wiped his teeth, washed his face, and when he was done washing, he changed into a red official robe, put on a black gauze hat, and went out when he realized that the weather was changing. Not very good.

The dark clouds rolled in the sky, and it was dark everywhere, and the sea breeze was a little bit stronger than usual, and the hem of the person's robe was crackling when it was blowing.

"Weird Dao was bored last night, so it turns out that there will be a heavy thunderstorm today."

There are still some buildings in the city of Fushansuo, and places like this in Zhangjiabao pale in comparison. However, Zhang Shouren has given up his government office of a hundred households, and there are horse shops and barracks ready-made, so we need to tidy them up. , can barely accommodate many people.

Those who live in the official hall have a certain status. Not long after Liu Jingyao left the house, he saw Ye Shuqing, who was wearing a red robe and mending his clothes, pacing over.

The robes of military officers are basically the same as those of civil servants, except that Ye Shuqing's supplementary uniform is a lion, and the wings of the black gauze hat are more square.

Liu Jingyao first said something about the weather with a smile, and then asked Ye Shuqing: "How is it, Mr. Ye got up early, did Zhang Guohua also ask Mr. Ye?"

"Isn't it?" Ye Shuqing seemed to be in a good mood these days. People in their [-]s climbed mountains and visited forts every day, and walked around, which exhausted their entourage. At this time, the commander stood with his hands behind his back, even though his eyebrows were white. , but his back is still straight, showing the demeanor of a military official, which is different from that of a civil servant.

"This Zhang Guohua, things are getting serious."

During the speech, the chief secretary for the meeting, the military preparation staff and other accompanying subordinates also gathered from all over the place.

Everyone originally planned to leave, but these two days were just waiting for Zhang Shouren to send Cheng Yi over. Zhang Shouren probably arrived for a call yesterday, but Cheng Yi didn't give it, but invited everyone to some kind of Laoshizi's funeral.

Having been together for so many days, at least there is a three-point affection, and Zhang Shouren is the commander of the guerrilla general, and he is the one who will rise in the sky. It is not good to offend him, so he can only agree with his nose.

At this time, the sky was dark and the wind was blowing violently. The cloudy and rainless weather made people feel a little more desolate.

"It's really a good weather for burying people..." An unknown green-robed official muttered softly behind the crowd.