The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Xiao Jing led Liu Wentai into the mansion and saw Yan Kesong practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.

We originally wanted to remind you, but you are practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard openly, how can we help you?

He grumbled.

"Civil officials are all liars..."

Unlike most doctors, Liu Wentai himself is a quack, and his pulse check has never been accurate. Selecting him to go with him today can be regarded as an act of kindness to Yan Chengjin.

"Master Yan is indeed feeling unwell."

Liu Wentai took his pulse and stroked his beard, shook his head and said.

Xiao Jing's eyes widened, was he really sick? He knew there would be a surprise when he brought Liu Wentai.

If Doctor Wang was taking the pulse, he would definitely believe it, but Liu Wentai taking the pulse was probably no different from taking a dog to take the pulse.

"Okay, let's go back to the palace and recover. Dr. Liu will give Master Yan some medicine. Forget it, forget it, let's not arrest him."

Xiao Jing grinned and ordered with excitement. He had never been so happy.

When he came, he was still afraid of offending Yan Chengjin, but after Liu Wentai took his pulse, all the pressure in his heart disappeared.

Return to Fengtian Hall and stride into the palace.

The Supreme Emperor and the princes themselves had some doubts about Yan Chengjin. This son must not have wanted his father to leave the capital, so he said he was ill and refused to go to sea.

"Your Majesty, Minister Yan Zuo is really ill."

"???" Yan Chengjin.

The sound was like a mighty bell, reaching every corner of the hall, and Yan Chengjin cheered up almost immediately.

"Who took the pulse?"

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly, with a hint of worry on his face.

But that day, Yan Qing's family came to the palace to pay the order, but no injuries were seen on him.

"Yes...it's Dr. Liu."

Xiao Jing did not hesitate and said Liu Wentai directly.

Empress Dowager Zhou trusted Dr. Liu Wentai, and based on her understanding of the Emperor, the Emperor would also trust Dr. Liu Wentai.

This is, love the house and the crow.

Liu Wentai?

Yan Chengjin's heart moved slightly.

"In this case, I recommend Zhang Fuhua, Minister of the Ministry of War."

He quickly handed it over, and the imperial court would definitely send an officer to command the fleet.

The Minister of War and the Minister of Rites are most likely to be assigned to find the Golden State.

The princes looked at each other, Xiao Jing and Liu Wentai would never lie to them.

Perhaps, it was an old illness left over from his time in Jiubian.

…

Zhang Mansion,

Zhang Fuhua smiled bitterly: "This time, I really want to leave the capital."

The imperial court supervised the construction of 600 large ships and countless accompanying small ships. The imperial court needed to send trusted ministers to oversee the army.

Yan Kesong was ill and could not go to sea.

He is the only one left in the Ministry of War who can take on a major position.

"Well, if Yan Chengjin doesn't recommend him this time, the Supreme Emperor and the new emperor will probably send Brother Gongshi to the sea. However, this son is afraid that he will recommend his father to be the Minister of War."

Jiang Mian looked at Zhang Fuhua, then looked at the servant who was walking to one side, and said calmly.

The implication is that when you return to the capital, the Minister of War will be replaced by someone else.

The servant came over quickly and said, "Master, Master Yan is here."

Zhang Fuhua frowned and didn't speak for a long time. He sat quietly for a while, then raised his eyes to look at Jiang Mian, and then turned to look at the two figures who walked in.

Although he was forced to go to sea reluctantly.

But after Yan Chengjin recommended him, he always felt like he was being victimized.

Very unhappy.

After Zhang Fuhua and Jiang Mian greeted Zhu Houzhao, they stood aside respectfully.

"Master Yan, what are you doing in my house?"

Zhang Fuhua's voice was flat and his words were very polite, but he could tell from his tone that he lacked a trace of enthusiasm, and it was not a hospitable attitude.

Yan Chengjin pondered for a moment and looked at Zhang Fuhua, who was a little sulky.

Zhu Houzhao's lips moved and he said happily: "Master Zhang, don't be in a hurry to leave the capital. There is still one person left. He should be arriving in the capital in the next two days."

Zhang Fuhua and Jiang Mian immediately looked at each other knowingly, turned their heads and looked at Zhu Houzhao blankly.

"May I ask who the new emperor is?"

"My brave eunuch, Liu Daban."

Zhu Houzhao spoke every word with dignity. Although it sounded calm to ordinary people, to Yan Chengjin's ears, it sounded extremely pretentious.

Zhang Fuhua thought that the new emperor would be replaced by a minister.

It turned out to be a eunuch.

Finally he sighed, he had to go to sea this time.

Seeing that there seemed to be a look of disappointment in Zhang Fuhua's eyes, Yan Chengjin added: "Shouning Hou and Jianchang Bo will also go together."

Just find me some fucking trash.

Zhang Fuhua was very dissatisfied with Yan Chengjin. Since the new emperor was here, he couldn't say anything.

"Master Zhang, please don't look down on this person."

Zhang Fuhua frowned, but he was not stupid, "What is there that he can't do?"

"My life is strong, and I can guarantee Master Zhang's safe journey to Golden Island."

"..." Zhang Fuhua.

"..." Zhu Houzhao.

…

Beijing, Chang'an Street.

"The new emperor often mentions Eunuch Liu, saying that you are the most brave eunuch under his throne. Maybe you will be in charge of the ceremonial eunuch in the future."

Liu Jin glared at Qian Ning.

"Did your slave say something wrong?"

Qian Ning, carrying a large bag on his back, waited for Liu Jin all the way back to the capital, but he was not poisoned to death.

Liu Jin stood on Chang'an West Street, hesitating whether to go to the palace or Yan's mansion first.

The last time we returned to the capital, we didn't go to Yan's Mansion to greet us on the first visit, and only then was Master Yan kicked us out of the capital again.

This time, we can't make the same mistake again.

In the blink of an eye, Liu Jin quickly arrived in front of the dilapidated courtyard in the West District and turned around to give orders.

"Wait for us here!"

Qian Ning stared blankly at this dilapidated mansion. The paint on the walls was peeling off, exposing the bluestone. There was a big hole in the tiles, and no one had repaired it.

Then he spoke casually.

"Eunuch Liu, this mansion is too shabby!"

"It's a little broken again..."

Liu Jin muttered and knocked on the door with a heavy heart.

At this time, in the study room.

Yan Chengjin was drawing something at his desk. He vaguely remembered the distribution of gold and silver mines in the Americas, and roughly drew their locations on the map. Yellow was the gold mine, and silver was the silver mine.

"Master, Eunuch Liu is back."

He Neng and Liu Jin were old acquaintances, and there was a little excitement in his voice.

"Take him to the main hall of the new mansion. I will be out soon. Forget it, let's stay in the main hall of the old mansion. There is no need to serve him tea. I am afraid that he will be poisoned."

The smile on He Neng's face was stiff, and after curling his lips, he quickly followed the instructions.

Yan Chengjin made a few strokes. If the painting was wrong, it would mislead Zhang Fuhua and others.

I put away the large rice paper and baked it on the brazier, and the ink gradually dried.

Then he rolled up the rice paper and strode to the main hall of the old courtyard.

"My servant Liu Jin has met Master Yan."

Liu Jin paused for a moment, then raised his eyes slightly.

He saw Yan Chengjin standing five steps away from him, wearing a human muzzle.

"You're such a slave, you don't even know how to write a letter to me. I've almost forgotten about you."

Please, please forget about me...

Liu Jin's face was ashen, and she actually regretted coming to Yan's Mansion at this moment.

Maybe Master Yan really forgot about him.

"Hehe, Master Yan still remembers us. It's a great honor for us. I don't know that Master Yan is holding this big piece of paper, but he wants to give it to the slave?"

Thanks again to editor Qingzhou for the recommendation. If I fail every day, I estimate that it will only be half a chapter by 12 o'clock. Everyone, please go to bed early.