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Chapter three hundred and seventy-eight, the lady who has never met

When Wu Zheng stood up and left, Wang Zhiren suddenly said, "You are so lucky, you have a virtuous support."

Wu Zheng was stunned. He did not realize that the virtuous support Wang Zhiren said was Qian Jinxuan, and he thought he was talking about Zhou Simin.

After Wang Zhiren's explanation, Wu Zheng suddenly realized.

Although Qian Jinxuan's series of actions are strictly of no help.

How could a treacherous and kind-hearted person change his mind for Qian Jinxuan's advice? He spoke of his niece in his mouth, but how could he care about Qian Jinxuan and Qian Sule's daughter?

Everything is still spoken by strength.

But Wu Zheng was indeed moved in his heart. With a wife like this, what else can the husband ask for?

The most important thing is that Qian Jinxuan's position on things and his sensitivity to politics have greatly appreciated Wu Zheng.

The so-called only with one's own will be able to achieve harmony. At this point, Qian Jinxuan caught Wu Zheng's eyes.

It can be said that this meeting is enough to be recorded in history, which indicates that the three parties are in harmony, the two heads are in conflict with each other and the mutual balance begins.

With a unique vision of a later generation, Wu Zheng unveiled a path that would have taken hundreds of years to be recognized as the right one.

And this started with this negotiation with Wang Zhiren today.

....

This is why Wu Zheng entered Fengtian Hall and pulled Zhu Yihai off the dragon throne in a child's play.

Only in this way can we avoid the fierce collision between two and three forces to the greatest extent, until the only hope of Can Ming is crushed.

Wu Zheng is not a saint and cannot repay grudges with kindness, but Wu Zheng clearly knows what he wants to do.

To unite all forces that can be united, to preserve differences and seek common ground, and to drive the Tartars out first.

Under this concept, nothing can be ignored, even if it is your own dignity.

Only the heroes in the world can avenge their grudges.

If you are quick to lead the knife, you are not a person of your own identity, you can do whatever you want.

Self-discipline and self-control are the prices that those who are in power need to pay.

Of course, it can also be unrestrained or controlled, and the consequences are obvious, that is defeat!

Leaving Fengtian Palace, Wu Zheng asked himself when facing Song An’s question of “Is it okay to let it go”.

Wouldn't it be fine? Wu Zheng also had resentment and even wanted to turn back several times to destroy Zhu Yihai, who was about to die. Let's just forget it!

Wu Zheng vented his anger and resentment on Song An, who was born at the wrong time, and kicked him away one foot away.

....

I met Zhu Mai, Wu Xiaomei and Zhou Simin in Zhu Mai’s carriage.

This is definitely incompatible with the ritual system.

But even if he took out the magnifying glass of later generations, he could not find a person among the troops who dared to speak out about Wu Zheng's rules. Except for Uncle Zheng, this old castrated man looked at Wu Zheng with a hygiene eye.

Wu Zheng, no matter how long the weeds grew in Uncle Zheng's heart, was so open in public. In full view of everyone, he lifted Zhu Ma's car curtain and got in.

The scene in the car was indeed beautiful. Wu Zheng hugged Zhou Simin and comforted him softly.

Zhou Simin buried her head in Wu Zheng's chest and sobbed.

Wu Xiaomei was going to turn her head over, but she didn't want to see such a scene that children were not suitable for watching, but she turned her head and found that the car wall was less than an inch away from her face. She had to turn back and faced the two people hugging each other, muttering in her heart, without seeing her eyes.

Zhu Mai has a solemn and solemn face.

When Wu Zheng looked up at her for the first time, she slowly fell to her knees on the floor of the carriage.

Both women were shocked.

Only Wu Zheng looked at each other calmly.

"Wu Zheng, I beg you."

Even if Zhu Mai abdicated automatically and is no longer the lord of the country, she is a princess, an imperial daughter, and a minister who kneels down and kneels down, which makes no sense to say.

However, Wu Zheng just watched Zhu Mai kneel down in front of him, without even letting him go, and did not even reach out to help him. He received Zhu Mai's gift.

"The king of Lu is a way to survive. The Zhu family has shed enough blood in this disaster. Please don't kill him for the sake of the late emperor and the ancestral temple." After Zhu Mei said that, she bowed to the floor and completed the rest of the worship after the worship.

Zhu Ma's words were not wrong. Until Chongzhen died, the Zhu family's royal family had more than 100,000 people, but under Zhang Xianzhong's slaughter, the royal family north of the Yellow River was almost slaughtered.

When the Qing army went south, the royal family in Jiangnan died and surrendered, but almost no one who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty ended well.

At this time, it may not be difficult to find Zhu's remote branches among the people, but nearby branches are really scarce.

Wu Zheng looked at him coldly, his heart was numb. Looking at the woman who once had a friendship with him, Wu Zheng had an indescribable feeling for her...disappointment, pity and a...understanding.

What Wu Zheng accepted was not the revenge of Princess Daming, but the debts that the Zhu family's royal family had to him.

The only bloodline in his life was a child who died of internal strife among the Zhu family. This was the Wu family incense that Mr. Wu had been talking about for a long time.

Wu Zheng could bear this gift and deserved it.

"Get up." Wu Zheng said softly, "I have decided on the matter of King Lu. You can rest assured that he can still live well in the position of King Lu."

When Zhu Ma was relieved when she heard Wu Zheng responding, she saw that Wu Zheng did not even get up to help her, and a trace of desolation flashed in her eyes.

She understood that the distance between the two was getting farther and farther. Every time she asked Wu Zheng to do something for the Zhu family, Wu Zheng would make the relationship between the two a little shallow every time he agreed.

But what can I do?

King Lu was her ancestor (Chongzhen was called Uncle Zhu Yihai by generation). She was really afraid that Wu Zheng would be angry and kill Zhu Yihai to vent her anger.

What she was even more worried about was that once Wu Zheng really made Zhu Yihai, the two would have to become enemies.

The so-called "Han and the thieves are incompatible, with different positions, and naturally they are different in their own way and do not plan for each other.

Fortunately, Wu Zheng agreed.

Zhu Mei stood up with the emotional Wu Xiaomei, and sat back again.

At this time, Uncle Zheng's voice sounded outside the car, "Qian asked to see His Highness the Princess."

Zhu Mo Yu was stunned, looked at Wu Zheng, and then suddenly realized.

Wu Zheng didn't even raise his head, just focused on talking to Zhou Simin. When Zhou Simin walked to the point where he couldn't bear to be neglected by Zhu Mo, he signaled Wu Zheng with a look of desire.

Wu Zhengcai casually said, "Let her come in."

Of course, Qian Jinxuan came here not to ask for Zhu Moe, but to fight for Wu. There was no suspense in her intention, just for her father.

Qian Jinxuan's entry made the car more crowded.

She couldn't even bow to Zhu Ma, so she could only say, "Jinxuan paid homage to His Highness the Princess and met Jinghai Hou."

Wu Zheng turned around and looked at his wife, the wife whom he had never met before.
Chapter completed!
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