First Minister of Ming Dynasty

　　 Zhang Ximeng didn't know how long it took. When he opened his eyes again, he found that there was a little guy lying beside the pillow, it was Mu Ying, who was sleeping soundly, but with his small fists clenched tightly and sleeping unsteadily.

　　 Zhang Ximeng looked around blankly. This is a clean and tidy room. Although there are no expensive furnishings, it is very warm and comfortable.

　　 He couldn't help closing his eyes, is he saved?

　　 It seems that Muying found someone and saved herself.

　　 The person that Muying found... Zhang Ximeng suddenly didn't dare to think about it. Didn't he really meet that man, right?

　　 At this moment, the door opened and a woman came in with a medicine bowl.

　　 Fortunately, isn't it... Zhang Ximeng subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second he raised his mind again. It's not Lao Zhu, can't it be his wife?

　　 Zhang Ximeng glanced, and saw that she was wearing a simple black jacket with a pleated skirt underneath, which perfectly covered her feet. Not too old, but clean and tidy, with good looks and clear eyes. I don't know if it is because of the filter, Zhang Ximeng actually thinks she has a kind of extravagance, so he just glanced at it, and quickly lowered his head for fear of offending.

　　 The woman is much more calm. Seeing Zhang Ximeng wake up, she immediately smiled and said, "Is it better?"

　　 Her voice is very nice, gentle and kind.

"Many, thank you for your help." Zhang Ximeng's voice was hoarse, and the woman motioned him not to speak yet, and put the medicine bowl to Zhang Ximeng's mouth. When he finished drinking and moisturized his throat, the woman said in an orderly manner: "Not yet Know how to call it? Is this kid your brother?"

　　Zhang Ximeng shook his head and said, "The kid is called Zhang Ximeng, and his name is Mu Ying. We met by the water. We just supported each other and walked a long way."

　　 The woman put the medicine bowl aside, and said casually: "Really? But how did I hear that you helped him bury his mother?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng was taken aback, and said in a low voice: "That was done by my father. He doesn't look at people suffering, but it happened..." Zhang Ximeng didn't deliberately grieve, but just mentioned his father, still making him feel hated.

　　The woman also knew from Mu Ying that the couple was killed by the Yuan army. She was afraid that he would be sad, so she changed the subject and said, "Brother Zhang, what would you like to eat?"

　　 "Anything will do."

　　 The woman nodded, and after a short while, she gave Zhang Ximeng a bowl of japonica rice porridge, fed him and drank it.

　　 With food in his stomach, Zhang Ximeng's spirits improved.

　　 At this time the door opened, and a burly man walked in, with a bright red war jacket clean and tidy, meticulous, and covered with iron armor. The face is square, the nose is straight, and the eyes are God. A full-fledged valiant man, a great man. It is no wonder that people can be admired and recruited as son-in-law. As for the big jaw that scares people to death, it doesn't exist.

　　 Zhu Chongba came in, and seeing Zhang Ximeng wake up, he asked directly: "I haven't asked your hometown, how did you get to the boundary of Haozhou, can you tell us about it?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng honestly said: "The kid's ancestral home is Jinan, my family name is Zhang, and I have an uncle, Mr. Yunzhuang, named Zhang Yanghao."

　　 Zhu Chongba couldn't help but be surprised, "We seem to have heard of this one, so you are still a scholar, official family? How come you have fallen to this point?"

"Returning to En Gong... Ever since my uncle was in Shaanxi for disaster relief, my father-in-law decided to study behind closed doors, work in his family, and no longer serve as an official in Yuan Ting. However, my father wanted to escape the war and went to relatives and friends after the war broke out recently. In the end, he encountered an accident on the road and died in Yuan Dan's hands. Fortunately, Grace saved his life, otherwise the boy would become a dead bone on the side of the road."

　　 Zhu Chongba sighed: "That's a poor man...Do you have any plans? Still relying on relatives and friends?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng shook his head, and said in frustration: "Nowadays, wars are everywhere, and there are raging flames. Even if you have the intention, I'm afraid you can't."

　　 Zhu Zhongba thought for a while, and said with relief: "Don't worry, since we have taken you in, you can live with peace of mind. When will you recover from the disease, let's talk about it."

　　 He has something to do, so he got up and went to the marshal's mansion with a few words of comfort.

　　 When Zhu Chongba left, the woman suddenly noticed that Mu Ying, who had been asleep, was awake. The little guy was lying on the side of the bed, staring at Zhang Ximeng with his head tilted, without speaking, but with a small grin.

She liked this little boy very much, and couldn't help but praised: "Brother Zhang, Chongba and I went to sacrifice to our ancestors, and we happened to meet him. When we ran in front of us, we just kowtow. We want to take him back to the city. He will live and die. Promise, kneel and beg us, I must go to you. Fortunately, God bless us, let us meet. This kid is affectionate and righteous!"

　　 Zhang Ximeng knew what had happened, and the heat was surging in his heart, this little guy saved his life! And he believed that Mu Ying had no calculations, the little guy was just for his own good. Not a brother, but better than a brother, Zhang Ximeng suddenly felt that his heart warmed a lot.

　　 He touched Mu Ying's head, thinking secretly, the two men's nine achievements are Zhu Chongba and Queen Ma, since they also like it, it is better to strike the iron while it is hot, determine the relationship, and find a safe way out for the little guy.

Zhang Ximeng said seriously: "Madam, the boy and Mu Ying met. He saved the boy's life. The boy also hopes that he will have a safe place to go... Now that I am young and in poor health, I can't even take care of myself. I , I want to beg Madam, yes, can accept him. This child is still young and has lost his parents a long time ago. Madam is merciful, let him give him another home!"

　　 The woman was startled slightly, she was really tempted. Although Mu Ying was young, she knew that she was a good boy.

　　 just accepts her son and wants her husband to be the master, she can't make her own way.

　　 Therefore, the woman said: "Brother Zhang, no matter what, we won't care about it. You can recover from the illness first, and I'll talk to Chongba when you turn around."

　　 The woman once again mentioned her husband's name is Chongba, Zhang Ximeng pressed her excitement, and asked, "The kid still doesn't know the surname of En Gong!"

　　 "Your surname? His surname is Zhu, and my surname is Ma. They are all animals that are not allowed to rest at home. It's nothing expensive!" Ma said casually, and he laughed.

　　 There were other things outside, so Ma also went out.

　　 It's confirmed now, it's really two people!

　　 More than ten years later, they will become the two most distinguished people in the world... Mu Ying, this kid has made a lot of money!

　　 Zhang Ximeng turned his head to look at Mu Ying. Who knew the little guy was actually angry. He rolled his eyes and puffed his cheeks, and asked angrily, "You want to sell me, right?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng was stunned, what kind of brain circuit is this kid?

　　 I'm looking for a godfather for you, Pan Gaozhi, why don't you know good people!

　　 "Sell it. My sister was sold by my mother for ten catties of japonica rice... You, you need a few catties more!" The little guy lowered his head and muttered.

　　 Zhang Ximeng was startled again, is life so worthless?

　　 He probed his hand and hugged Mu Ying. The little guy lay in his arms and listened to Zhang Ximeng quietly.

　　 "Stupid boy, I'm not selling you, I can't take care of you. Don't talk about taking care of you, I can't even take care of myself. We have to rely on my benefactor to save our lives, do you understand?"

　　 "Understood." Mu Ying thought for a while, and then suddenly said, "Then, then, let's sell it to En Gong, okay? I, I don't want to be separated from you."

　　 Zhang Ximeng smiled wryly, "How old are you?"

　　 "I, I am eight years old."

　　 Zhang Ximeng said: "That’s it, I’m almost twelve, and you, my benefactor, accept their sons, but they also accept you at the most. How can they accept me? I just stay, do some chores, and run errands."

　　 Zhu Chongba is twenty-five this year, and Ma is only twenty. It is indeed a bit reluctant to accept a teenage son.

　　 Muying rolled her eyes and asked, "Well, isn't that a servant?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng smiled and said, "Who said no!"

　　 Muying rolled her eyes, suddenly sat upright, patted her chest abruptly, and said proudly: "Don't worry, this young master will protect you then."

　　 Zhang Ximeng's face is dark, you little boy, you want to climb on top of my head before agreeing, so Zhang Ximeng raised his slap in anger.

　　 "You monkey, see if I won't open up your ass!"

　　 Muying begged for mercy, but she moved very quickly, pouting her **** to drill under the bed, but what was under the bed?

When he poked out his small head from the other side, his black coal mouth, his face covered with dust, he instantly turned into a kid, making Zhang Ximeng laugh, and Mu Ying wiped his face, adding three black fingerprints, suddenly Following the silly smile, the room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Zhang Ximeng and Mu Ying were playing around, and it was rare to relax a lot,...but they were still hanging in their hearts, for fear that because of their own mixing, Lao Zhu would not be willing to accept Mu Ying, which would ruin this kid’s Lord's Highness, Yongzhen Yunnan. Duke Qian Guo, the loss can be great.

　　 He really didn't guess wrong, one more person, it's really not that easy to handle.

　　 At night, Zhu Chongba came back.

Ma said to her husband: "Although Zhang Xiaoge and Muying are not brothers, they are here together. We can't just leave one and leave the other alone. But Zhang Xiaoge is a few years older than Muying, and his age is not suitable. He comes from a famous family again, and he seems to be literate and hyphenated. Not to mention whether he wants to or not, we can't lose the morality and wait for Wenquxing slowly."

　　Zhu Chongba frowned, what the wife said was natural.

　　 "It's really difficult. If he is a few years older, let him do things for the marshal, but at this age, it's really difficult."

　　 Ma looked at her husband, and added: "There is another layer in it. If you say that if he knows our identity and knows we are thieves, would he still be willing to stay?"

　　 Zhu Zhongba said strangely: "He said, his father is unwilling to be an official in Yuan Ting."

　　 Ma couldn't help but blank his husband, "Then he is willing to be an anti-thief?"

　　 After being asked for a word, Lao Zhu hesitated again.

　　 When he joined the army, he hesitated again and again. If he had nowhere to go, who would want to kill his life with his head? Not to mention the child of a scholar.

　　 From a psychological point of view, he hopes to have a helper who can read and hyphenate. There is a mess in the city. It is really impossible to rely on a group of big bosses.

　　 The melon that can be twisted is not sweet, so things can't be rushed.

　　 "Don't worry about the mess, when he can run and jump, let's open the conversation and ask him what he thinks." Zhu Chongba simply said.

　　 Ma nodded, "That's the only way to do that."

　　……

　　 Zhang Ximeng didn't wait for Ma Shi's immediate reply, and it was difficult to follow up. He can only treat his illness wholeheartedly, and take medicine every day in addition to dry food. Although the thick black medicine soup is bitter, the body is getting more and more energetic. Even the doctor who came to see the pulse was surprised.

　　 "Boy, your fortune-telling is back from the ghost gate!"

　　 Zhang Ximeng was curious, and wanted to find out what he needed, but the doctor didn't say anything, but told him that ginseng and donkey-hide gelatin were used in it, and the rest were all top-notch products for warming Qi and blood.

　　 "Boy, these medicinal materials, if it weren't for Girl Ma's instructions, I really wouldn't be able to use your body."

　　 What can Zhang Ximeng say, the grace of survival, we have to keep it in mind.

　　 Five days later, Zhang Ximeng was already able to walk around.

The little guy Mu Ying is naturally the happiest. He is surrounded by Zhang Ximeng, smiling and talking about Ma family. Although he has not officially accepted him, he almost regards Muying as his son. He will give him new clothes and shoes, and put on his head. There is also an exquisite tiger-head hat, which is very cute.

　　 It seems that Muying's Royal Highness has hope.

　　 Zhang Ximeng is happy for Muying, but he hasn't figured out how to gain a foothold.

　　 After Zhu Chongba and Ma clan married, they got a separate courtyard. How many people should drool when marrying a daughter-in-law and giving a house away?

　　The couple lived in the main room, and Zhang Ximeng lived in the east wing. In addition to the temporary ward, there was half of the room with a lot of books piled up, but it was a pity that no one came to look at it, and there was a layer of dust.

　　 Zhang Ximeng believes that no matter what time it comes, it is good to read more and be an excellent writer. Of course, except for the Equatorial Guinea ruled by a few lunatics.

　　 He walked in and looked carefully.

　　 As an ordinary college student, miscellaneous books must be extensive and extensive, and they have inherited the memory in the body. It is not difficult to read these ancient books.

　　 Soon, Zhang Ximeng got used to it. He spent all his free time reading books. When Ma noticed it, he told Zhang Ximeng that all the books here belonged to him, just read it casually.

　　 Zhang Ximeng is naturally happy. In this world, having a few books must be very precious. Therefore, Zhang Ximeng looked through it while sorting it out, sorting them into categories according to Confucian classics, enlightenment readings, poems and songs, etc., and put them all away.

　　 Just as he sorted out the books, he found that there was still a wooden box.

What will it be?

　　 Is it gold and silver treasure?

　　 Zhang Ximeng wanted to tell Ma, but Ma was not there and there was no lock on the box, so Zhang Ximeng opened it.

　　 When I looked inside, Zhang Ximeng was disappointed. It was just some calligraphy and painting. Now it is a chaotic world. Of course, the calligraphy and painting are not valuable.

　　 If you guessed it correctly, it should be the spoils of the Red Scarf Army after entering Haozhou.

　　 Some people want soft gold and silver, and no one cares about these spiritual food.

Zhang Ximeng flipped through it, and what appeared in front of him was a black ink painting. This painting was very blue, strong and soft, and it was a good work... It's just that Zhang Ximeng didn't understand ancient paintings, so he just looked at it casually. But when he saw the inscription, he couldn't help being shocked!

　　 It turned out to be him!

　　 This painter Zhang Ximeng has been a man for two lifetimes, and I have heard of him. Let me talk about this life first. When Mr. Zhang was alive ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he said many times and couldn't learn the prime minister, so he should learn Zheng Sixiao!

　　The prime minister of Wen is naturally Wen Tianxiang. How can Zheng Sixiao and He De, be with his old man?

　　 It turned out that Zheng Sixiao was a student of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the Yuan Dynasty defeated the Southern Song Dynasty, he determined not to be an official of the Yuan Court, and whether he was sitting or lying down, he faced the south. Every winter solstice, he would go outside the city and cry south.

　　 The most puzzling thing is that Zheng Sixiao is good at painting orchids, but his orchids have no roots and no soil, and seem to appear out of thin air. If there are friends, they persuade Zheng Sixiao to paint on the soil to look good.

　　 But Zheng Sixiao asked back: "The land was taken away by outsiders, don't you know?"

　　 Zheng Sixiao's lifelong loyalty to the Song Dynasty is evident.

　　His Muran picture was lost in the hands of a stamped madman, and was later taken out of the palace by Xuantong...The last time Zhang Ximeng saw this painting, it was at the Osaka Municipal Art Museum in Waguni.

　　 represents the loyal Molantu, but fell into the hands of a foreign country. The impact on Zhang Ximeng at that time was huge, and that kind of resentment rushed to his face. After traveling, Zhang Ximeng made up a lot of history.

　　 Now that I saw Molantu again, Zhang Ximeng's mood can be imagined.

　　 He devoted himself to it, but he didn't even notice, and a person appeared behind him.

　　 "Brother Zhang!"

　　The person here is Zhu Chongba.

　　 Zhang Ximeng hurriedly charged the crime and said: "It's the benefactor, the kid shouldn't have turned around, please forgive the sin."

　　 Zhu Chongba greatly waved his hand, "No one can understand these calligraphy and paintings, just throw them away as rubbish... I see you are fascinated, do you understand these?"

　　 Zhang Ximeng was very humble, "I just heard from my family, but I can't understand it."

　　 Zhu Chongba was just free, curiosity came up, and he smiled: "Then you can tell us, let us have a long experience."