"Tell me about the situation on the other side of the street, how many people are still gathering?"

Wu Zheng finally spoke, "Also, how many people can you control under your command?"

Liu Yuan became a little nervous because Wu Zheng's question was obviously indifferent and isolated.

How many people can control under his command? This has already characterized Liu Yuan as the leader of the rioters.

So Liu Yuan urgently argued: "My dear, the students were only contacting each other, not being the leader..."

"No need to explain, I will find out clearly... let's talk." Wu Zheng said coldly.

Liu Yuan hesitated and said, "There are about four or five thousand people on the other side of the street. As for students who know each other and who can speak, there are about one or two hundred people."

"Oh?" Wu Zheng made a soft voice.

"Three, four hundred people."

“….”

Liu Yuan swallowed and said, "Five, six hundred people."

Wu Zheng listened and admired Liu Yuan a little. This kid picked himself clean.

If you know and be able to speak well, it means that he is not the leader, but just a follower.

However, Wu Zheng did not worry about these small details. "I cannot ask questions with four or five thousand people. In this way, you can bring the people you can speak here."

Wu Zheng wanted to differentiate and slowly planned it.

Liu Yuan deserved to be straightforward, especially when he heard Wu Zheng echoing his words "can speak well", which made him feel relieved.

He even took the initiative to think about Wu Zheng and left four people other than Zheng Yidao, saying that he was serving Wu Zheng.

But Wu Zheng knew in his heart that this was showing kindness to himself. The implication was, look, I left these four people as a qualifier, so you don’t have to worry about what I would be foolish.

Wu Zheng found it funny. The imperial guards were just one mile away. With a loud shout, they could summon troops. What else could they do if the chaotic people were just going to do, and what would they dare to do?

Unfortunately, Wu Zheng always thought that this was just a chaos in the public, and at most people were interested in taking the opportunity to cause trouble, trying to collude between inside and outside to destroy the city.

Therefore, after learning that more than a dozen officials, including Qian Qianyi, disappeared mysteriously, Wu Zheng believed that the main culprit had already run away and that what was left was nothing more than a small fish and shrimp.

In addition, Nikan's troops have been expelled to the Dasheng Pass area, and the whole city has been controlled. As long as these people solve the problem of owing money for them, they can quickly calm the chaos.

Wu Zheng made a mistake!

No wonder Wu Zheng's heart was not here at this time, in Hangzhou Prefecture, Jiangbei Taizhou, and in the two ignorant bastards in the north.

....

On the west side of Chang'an Street, on the banks of Jinshui River.

In the east wing of an inconspicuous courtyard.

Four or five men gathered together.

One of them rubbed his hands, like an ant on a hot pan, lowered his head, circled around, and said in a whisper: "Mr. Song, what should I do? Wu Zheng went to Yushi Street in a low dress... I'm afraid this paper won't be able to contain the popularity?!"

He raised his head as he spoke, and it was Yuan Ermei, the prefect of Yingtian.

It seems that the matter is really big and urgent to be able to make the dignified third-rank minister of the Ministry of Rites and the prefect Yingtian Prefecture look like this.

But one of the people sitting next to him, who was called Mr. Song by Yuan Ermei, smiled without any haste.

This Mr. Song is actually an old acquaintance.

Song Zhengyu, the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works of Yixing Dynasty, was one of Chen Zilong's right-hand men. He once advocated several associations with Chen Zilong, Li Wen and others. His poetry and prose reputation was only inferior to Chen Zilong.

But more than two years ago, Song Zhengyu was assigned by Chen Zilong to contact the Qing court, and for his own personal gain, he betrayed Wu Zheng's whereabouts. At that time, Wu Zheng was rushing to Zhenjiang to command the fight against the Qing army, and was almost ambushed by the Qing army.

After the incident, according to the rules, Song Zhengyu was unable to escape death. However, the then chief assistant Chen Zilong was considering his friendship and was loyal and dismissed from office and exiled.

In addition, Wu Zhengren was not in the capital, and Zhu Cilang had just ascended the throne, so he had to rely on Chen Zilong, so he naturally let it go.

But the so-called exile was just to go to Huizhou Prefecture south of Ningguo Prefecture. Imagine that at that time, the Yixing Dynasty controlled the territory of Wu Zheng's thirteen Prefectures, where could it be exiled?

After that, Song Zhengyu disappeared, not expecting that he would appear in Yingtian Mansion at this time.

It can be said that strange things happen every year, and it is said that if a country is about to perish, there will be a monster!

Song Zhengyu smiled and said, "The most urgent things in the Yixing Dynasty today are nothing more than two things. One is to fight against the Qing army and the other is to appease the people in the city. At this time, Wu Zheng was in charge of military and political affairs and went to Yushi Street to appease the people. What is Lord Yuan anxious about?"

"My Mr. Song... how can you not be anxious? How can you not be anxious?" Yuan Ermei was really anxious. "If you connect with several ministers in the court and use different words to fool them, it is not difficult. You can always get rid of it. But Yushi Street, where is it? Thousands of chaotic people are gathering here, and there are so many people talking, I am afraid that you can't cover it up even if you want to cover it up... Mr. Song... you have really hurt me!"

Song Zhengyu blew up at the sky, "Mr. Yuan said it, "The so-called wisher takes the bait, and there are white and black words as certificates. What are Lord Yuan afraid of? When you drove the silver home in a car, you didn't hear you blame me for harming you. Why... you blame me now?"

Yuan Ermei choked and smiled bitterly, "Why did Mr. Song tease me? If it was just a matter of money, at least he would be found out by Wu Zheng and dismissed from office. But unfortunately, he happened to meet the Qing army at the city, and the people were in chaos, and he could not argue. It fell like yellow mud in his crotch. It was either shit or shit! Mr. Song, you have to testify for me at that time!"

After Yuan Ermei spoke, his tone became gloomy.

He came with officers and soldiers, meaning that there was no way, so he took Song Zhengyu and covered the pot on Song Zhengyu's head. It was a scapegoat ready.

Song Zhengyu was "experienced with many battles", so how could he not understand Yuan Ermei's thoughts? To put it bluntly, Yuan Ermei's tricks were all the remaining tricks he played back then.

His face slowly turned cold, "Mr. Yuan, don't forget it. If I am unlucky, you can't escape."

Yuan Ermei sneered and said, "If Mr. Song had an accident, wouldn't he have no evidence? At that time, I would just push everything to Mr. Wang... Who told me to be a fugitive? Mr. Wang's arrest warrant has not been cancelled yet."

As he was talking, sparks appeared and the people in the room suddenly became tense.

As the saying goes, when traveling with your son, you will always turn over the boat, and the boat of friendship will overturn as soon as you say it.

Song Zhengyu's face changed a few times, but slowly replied as usual. He said slowly: "Master Yuan may have forgotten that even if I die today, no one knows what happened between us."
Chapter completed!