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That person is Zheng Yongwen of Cao.

I saw Zheng Yongwen bow and say with a smile: "I'm ashamed to say that this is the widow of the next old friend." Over the years, they have all been raised by lower officials, and they like Chinese the most. Today, I heard that the Maharaja intends to recruit interpreters to serve His Majesty the Emperor, so I hurried over here and asked the Maharaja to take a look. ”

After saying that, Zheng Yongwen turned sideways, allowing everyone to see the appearance of the woman behind him.

I saw that this woman was tall and tall, different from the bamboo pole figure of other women in this era. This woman is convex and backward, which is particularly seductive. The complexion is fair and ruddy and healthy light wheat color, which makes people feel fresh when they look at it.

In these years, women who abide by etiquette and religion, whether they are Zheng Yongwen, Yao Yu or Li Yuhao, are used to seeing and seeing. But it is rare to see a woman as young and fitted as the woman in front of her and with an attractive figure.

It's like, if you are used to eating braised pork, you suddenly have a boiling cabbage, and the taste is really refreshing and exceptionally pleasant.

Li Yuhao and Yao Yu glanced at each other, and they saw the recognition in each other's eyes: "It's her!" ”

Yao Yu asked again: "By the way, dare to ask the name of Qianjinfang?" I'll go to the priest to arrange it...... Haha, just right, you can also go to Zhongxiang Mansion with Lord Zheng. ”

Zheng Yongwen responded with a smile: "Don't worry, this matter must be handled properly." ”

Previously, the Joseon court did not have the position of interpreter. But Fenglin Dajun said yes, and the head of the department in charge also said that there was, so naturally there was.

Obviously, Zheng Yongwen also understands Yao Yu and Li Hao's thoughts. If it is straightforward to say that it is a sacrifice of beauties, Zhu Cihong is unwilling. But if it is a dedicated interpreter...... After all, it's an official. In these years, who would have thought that in addition to the harem, there would be women as officials?

"As for the name of the little girl......" Zheng Yongwen said with a smile: "Liu Yingcai." ”

……

The abduction of Zheng Yongwen's daughter by Li Yan as a foreign language teacher not only spread throughout Seoul, but also spread to Gyeongbokgung Palace.

Chen Zhenhui took this incident as an interesting story and said to Zhu Cihong, Zhu Cihong listened to it, and was dumbfounded for a long time before saying: "If I remember this Li Yan correctly, he became a prisoner of war and entered a labor camp." It seems that he also has some ability, and he even ran to the expedition company. ”

Of course, Zhu Cihong would not pay attention to the fate of Li Yan, who was already a small person.

However, he still remembered that the expeditionary company did recruit a group of labor reform prisoners back then.

Of course, if Wu Sangui can contribute favors to Li Yan, it is obviously enough to prove that Li Yan's ability is not small, and he is valued by Wu Sangui's cronies, otherwise he would never have abolished such a big favor.

Chen Zhenhui told everything she had learned, especially the Seoul Fair, which made Wu Sangui nod frequently.

Strictly speaking, from the perspective of intelligence, there is not much gap between the modern people of later generations and the ancient people, and even those who can appear on the stage of history are not elite and capable people.

What they lack is just the amount of knowledge.

Once you give them a stage and give them a chance, you can do amazing things.

There is no doubt that the Seoul Fair is such an existence.

This thing, which broke the ancient trade model and carried a strong atmosphere of later generations, was quite refreshing to Zhu Cihong.

"Your Majesty, Wu Sangui intends to invite Your Majesty to the Seoul Fair." Chen Zhenhui said.

This is obviously to let Zhu Cihong go to the platform.

Zhu Cihong pondered for a while, but shook his head: "In commercial matters, administrative forces should not be involved too much. There are too many things to do, and it is not easy to do a tight business of buying and selling. Moreover, that day was still a day of lectures. However, it would be better to arrange someone to help me sell something. The proceeds of the auction will be used to establish a foundation to encourage North Korean students to study in Daming as scholarships. ”

After speaking, Zhu Cihong picked up his pen and wrote a pair of words to Chen Zhenhui.

"The Seoul Trade Fair is going to get better and better."

Chen Zhenhui responded with a smile, and sent out the words in her heart, which was basically a holy decree.

It can be said that no ghost in Seoul would dare to engage in any extortion here. In this way, it can be regarded as being able to comfort Wu Sangui, enough for him to post a favor, and it can also support the scene of this Seoul trade fair.

……

Seoraksan Mountain, in Shinheungsa Temple.

The little novice Hong Wenxian took a nap and kept vigil sleepily and restlessly. But soon, he woke up. Hong Wenxian, who woke up, looked around in horror, and saw that although the night was still deep, it was calm, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had just dreamed of a playmate who had entered the temple together. But that playmate is dead.

Before he died, his playmate said to Hong Wenxian in a panic a few words he heard: Sect Master, Seoul, Changdeokgung Palace, Gyeongbokgung Palace......

And then...... Playmates were discovered. Master Shuzhen can smash his playmate's head expressionlessly, and casually find a small slope in the mountains and bury it on the spot.

Since then, Hong has been having nightmares.

Because he heard it too.

The only thing that is good luck is that Hong Wenxian has good bones, and what is even more rare is that he can read and write. For this reason, he was even able to serve in the abbot's meditation room, opening the door of the dark room from time to time.

Uncle Zhenneng next to the abbot said that it was the scripture pavilion of Shenxing Temple, which contained the most important scriptures.

But Hong Wenxian keenly felt that this was a lie.

Because......

His playmate just accidentally entered the Scripture Pavilion......

Just now, Hong Wenxian had a nightmare.

In the dream, he dreamed of his playmate.

And now, he was keeping vigil in front of the door of the secret scripture pavilion.

Squeak......

The door opened, and the voice of Uncle Zhenneng under the abbot's seat came out.

"Sect Master, please rest assured, the Young Sect Master has arrived safely in Seoul and arrived at Zheng Yongwen's house arranged by the prince before. All the incense lords in Korea have been arranged, and among the altars, all those who do not have a problem have been cleared, and the rest are those who are determined to attack Seoul. ”

"Okay, the focus is still on the matter of the Ming Emperor. When the affairs of the East China Sea are arranged, the incident can also be determined......"

Immediately after that, the abbot's voice sounded.

"Wait...... It seems that someone ......," Zhenno said warily.

Hong Wenxian listened to this group of conversations in horror and remembered what happened to his playmate: "I seem to have heard something that I shouldn't have heard. ”

But what can be done now?

And how to do ......?

If you want to run, you can't run away.

But...... Resist?

What can a thirteen or fourteen-year-old child rebel against?

Thinking of this, Hong Wenxian suddenly closed his eyes, leaned on the pillar, dozed off, and his voice was neither high nor low. But he looked so asleep that he couldn't listen to it at all, and the corners of his mouth even drooped, as if he had dreamed of something delicious.

"Oh, it's the little novice who keeps vigil." Yun Hui didn't care, and said, "Go ahead, it's time to rest." ”