Zhao Xing's secret memorial was accompanied by Mao Wenlong's memorial and sent directly to the Palace Listoring Supervisor. Zhao Xing was only responsible to the emperor and did not have to hold any cabinet.

This is a big event, and Wang Chengen quickly ran and sent it to Chongzhen, who was busy with trouble. Chongzhen looked at it, then threw it aside, and said with a smile: "It's just that he just took the position and was eager to show his merits. Keep it off." Then he looked at Zhao Xing's request to go to the British Duke's Mansion to discuss military affairs with the Grand Governor, and Chongzhen smiled again: "It is said that Zhao Xing and the county lord Zhang Cuiyan have a bit ambiguous relationship."

Wang Chengen smiled and explained: "Was that happened when he was still a little flag." After receiving a lonely Songban book given by Zhao Xing, he couldn't put it down. With the addition of giving another million in silver, Wang Chengen had a good impression of Zhao Xing.

Chongzhen smiled and said, "You don't have to explain it to him, I know. Haha, I didn't expect that Zhao Xing was also a guy who was eating in the basin and watching the pot. Haha, there's a good show."

Wang Chengen followed the ambiguous smile.

"Go, go, I don't doubt that he is in contact with the ministers. Zhao Xing is my loyal minister and the Duke is also my loyal minister and my confidant."

Wang Chengen immediately nodded, came out happily, sent someone to notify Zhao Xing of the matter, and also conveyed Chongzhen's last words to him. This can be regarded as selling Zhao Xing and Zhang Weixian a huge favor.

Zhao Xing ate the meat bones in the basin and looked behind the curtains in the inner hall of the bridge. He clearly felt that there was someone behind the curtains.

Gao Sheng held the tobacco pipe and crossed his legs. Seeing Zhao Xing's virtue, he snorted majestic: "Well, how long will you be back this time when you go to Shaanxi?"

Zhao Xing quickly withdrew his gaze and replied with a smile: "It depends on the situation, it must be the end of the year."

Gao Sheng calculated silently with his cigarette puddle in his mouth: "Well, next year is a good year. When you come back, invite a matchmaker to come over. Give it some bride price, give it some, and then decide what you and Xiufen have to do. Let's choose a day next autumn."

Of course, Zhao Xing agreed: "I dare not be careless about the betrothal gift, and I dare not be wronged by my sister. When we become a kiss, we will take you over and I will give you my old age."

Hearing this, Gao Sheng's serious expression immediately bloomed: "I have received this filial piety. But I'm going to tell you that I'm afraid my children will suffer with me, so I'm not going to re-string. When you and Xiufen finish the business, I'll marry Widow Li, who is opposite, and let my son take this restaurant. I'll enjoy a few days of happiness."

Zhao Xing took the chopsticks and pointed at his father-in-law, teasing him: "Oh oh oh--."

Gao Sheng's rare old face flushed, and he was so squeamish: "I'm old and I'm pulling out their brother and sister, I should--"

Zhao Xing grunted as he gnawed: "Understand, understand. Otherwise, before I leave, you should do the job first."

Gao Sheng was embarrassed: "This is not good, don't let Xiufen get angry."

Zhao Xing slapped the table at that time: "He dares to let my wife, the governor of the North Town Fushi, be angry? Are you looking for death?"

At that time, Gao Sheng's face was still shy and he immediately darkened. He slapped his thighs: "Do you dare to show off your authority in front of your mother-in-law? You're so fucking."

At that time, Zhao Xing shrank his neck. No matter how big the emotional officer was, it was useless in front of his relatives. At home, he didn’t talk about grade, but seniority. His seniority was only one level higher than the little puppy.

He stood up in shame: "Uncle, I want to go to the Duke's Mansion's house and I won't accompany you."

As a result, he stomped his feet behind the curtain and snorted coldly. Zhao Xing was so scared that he was all sweating out of his white hair. He quickly explained: "I don't mean that. I went to the Duke's Mansion because of the emperor, not me."

After explaining, Zhao Xing ran out in a mess, but suddenly remembered: "This is business, why do I need to explain to her? I'm still like a thief, look at the white-haired sweat."

When I arrived at the gate of the Duke's mansion, I heard the sound of swords and guns colliding in the yard, and the screams of Zhang Zhi and pigs.

Zhao Xing hesitated. But the butler had seen Zhao Xing long ago, and ran down the steps with a trot and hit a thousand feet: "Oh, Lord Zhao, I haven't been here for a long time. What kind of wind is blowing you today."

Zhao Xing quickly helped him up and kept looking inside: "Is the Duke of the State at home?"

The butler quickly said, "At home, I didn't go out after going down the court, please come in." Then he shouted to Xiao Si who was standing in front of the door: "I'm informing the master quickly, and the tutor Zhao is here." The sound was so loud that the people in the yard could hear it clearly.

With the sound, the sound of swords and guns in the yard came to an abrupt end. In a blink of an eye, Zhang Zhi and Wang Dazhuang and other ten brothers ran out together.

Zhang Zhiji first wanted to salute: "The last one will be the first to be squid—"

Zhao Xing went up and kicked: "What are you going to show your guardian in front of me? Do you still want my brother to salute you?"

Zhang Zhiji's eyes turned red and he whispered: "I thought you didn't like me brothers anymore."

Zhao Xing ignored him and bowed directly to Wang Dazhuang's ten brothers: "Brother, brothers, everyone is fine, how are you doing? The training is still hard? Do you want me to go to the bridge residence and get some wine for you brothers, and lively and lively?"

The revelation that had been quietly in everyone's heart disappeared in a blink of an eye. What everyone saw was their familiar leader.

Zhang Zhiji stepped forward aggrievedly: "Second brother, my sister beat me."

Zhao Xing immediately lowered his voice nervously: "Don't tell me this, I dare not care about it, nor can I control it."

At this moment, a clear and joyful voice sounded at the gate: "Mr. Zhao is here, why don't you come in?" Zhang Cuiyan was standing in the doorway with a short blow and greeting Zhao Xing.

Looking at Zhang Cuiyan's cool figure in tight clothes, Zhao Xing directly moved his gaze away.

"Mr. Zhao is very happy, it's a joyful congratulation." Zhang Cuiyan generously bowed to the disgusted and embarrassed Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing quickly bowed his hand back in panic and said, "Happy together, happy together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Cuiyan's smiley face turned cold: "What's the joy of getting promoted?"

He was originally just talking politely, but after she said this, Zhao Xing was embarrassed and embarrassed.

The little fat man immediately lay down beside Zhao Xing's ear and muttered in a low voice: "There is no county lord here, no sister here, and no silver here."

At the same time, Zhang Cuiyan's cold face suddenly appeared again, showing the little girl's joy of making fun of others. After giving Zhao Xing a proud look, she disappeared into the yard in a blink of an eye.

When Zhang Cuiyan looked at her, Zhao Xing felt that he was the little Red Riding Hood stared at by the big bad wolf. The white-haired sweat that had just fallen on the bridge house was pouring out again. Zhao Xing felt that he had already stood on the edge of the abyss without realizing it.
Chapter completed!