The next day, Zheng Yuheng personally went to visit the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Wen Haolan, to thank him for his support and care, and explained to him everything the emperor ordered.
　　Wen Haolan was very surprised. He remembered the emperor's thundering anger that the two of them had caused in the palace in the past. He was a little confused about how Zheng Junzhi became the emperor's confidant again... Although Lord Wen regretted that he had lost a capable person who could help him, he would not compete with the emperor for people, but just congratulated him on his promotion.
　　"We should have held a big banquet to entertain guests, so that everyone in the capital can get to know each other, so as not to offend you in the future." Minister Wen's tone became much more serious, "This is a rule that everyone in the court knows in their hearts without saying it. It would be decent to raise a toast to congratulate you at the banquet. But Junzhi usually keeps to himself, and even the location of the courtyard is very remote. I'm afraid you won't be willing."
　　Zheng Yuheng said, "Your Excellency Minister is right. I don't have the intention to hold a banquet." Wen Haolan
　　nodded, and then said, "Although the main position is not high, the Palace Front Office is no different from other places. Your actual power is only a little less than that of the major governors. You must use the power with caution." Although
　　Zheng Yuheng was promoted, he did not show any arrogance. He was still humble and restrained, and his tone was gentle: "Your Excellency Wen is right."
　　Wen Haolan nodded slightly, sighed and talked to him, "I roughly understand what you are doing, Is it the matter of negotiating peace with Beisu that is just around the corner? If so, I think General Geng will also turn back. When the general returns to the court, he will definitely be honored with the title of Jiedushi, which will surpass you. "
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "I don't care. General Geng has a profound experience and has led troops for many years. Even if he stands in front of me now, I will be very polite."
　　Wen Haolan smiled slightly, not believing a word. He remembered the rumors he heard from Xu Shangshu, the general dispatcher, after he returned to Beijing due to his injuries - Zheng Junzhi's temper is not something that most people can subdue, even General Geng Zhe, who led the troops, can't control him. If the general was not outside the pass and had an open mind, the general might have been provoked to report him.
　　But in the overall situation, Wen Haolan really felt that Zheng Junzhi was willing to take risks, which should be a great achievement. Why didn't General Geng let him leave the city when he could see this?
　　These words lingered in his mind, but he suppressed them and didn't ask directly, fearing that he might reveal some secrets. It was better for him not to know some things, but once he knew them, his life would be implicated and it would become a trouble.
　　Minister Wen gave him a few instructions, and although he was reluctant to leave, he could not ask the emperor to withdraw his order, so he sent someone to send him to the residence of Feng Jin, the palace commander, to ask for help.
　　Zheng Yuheng changed his clothes in the carriage, wearing a neat official uniform of brocade and blue weave with gold decoration. The cuffs and hems were all covered with purple cloud patterns, and in the middle was a group picture of a unicorn looking back. A four-finger-wide phoenix and jade belt was pinched around his waist, and then he put on the crown and took over the sword of the Purple Guard.
　　He was really not good at using a sword, just like Meng Cheng said, the sword was just a decoration for him. There was only one thing that was good. This official sword might feel heavy if given to other scholars, but when it was handed to Zheng Yuheng, he weighed it and felt that it was not heavy at all, which surprised the Ziwei Guards who were accompanying him.
　　He changed into his official uniform and waited for the carriage to stop at Feng Jin, Feng Dianshuai's residence, before he personally went to invite him with the letter written by the emperor.
　　Feng Dianshuai was already old, and although his health was good, he had injured his legs and feet in his early years and became ill from kneeling, so he had not been moving around much. He was a respected and idle person. The new emperor did not use him much, and this was the first time.
　　Feng Jin received the order from the palace last night. He knew that the emperor's true confidant was coming, so he had to borrow his identity to go to the Ministry of Rites first, so as to show his identity and not be bullied by the ignorant and stubborn people in the six departments. So he got up early and wore a more gorgeous red silk gauze woven gold official uniform with a purple giant python on the top. It was a genuine second-grade or higher python robe.
　　When Zheng Yuheng entered the gate, he saw the energetic old man Feng Dianshuai. He stepped forward a few steps, bowed, bowed his hands, and said, "I am Zheng Junzhi, the commander of the Palace Front Department, and I pay my respects to Feng Dianshuai."
　　Old man Feng stepped forward and gave him a fake hand, with a faint smile on his face. Without saying any polite words, he said directly, "Zheng Junzhi? That's right, at such a young age, you have such a promising future and achievements. I guess His Majesty only temporarily transferred you here to gild your reputation, and you will return to the Secretariat to be a proper young minister."
　　"Mr. Xianggong" is a compliment to the ministers and prime ministers in the court.
　　"I dare not." Zheng Yuheng said immediately, "I am a humble official. I am grateful to His Majesty for using me. I can only die."
　　Old man Feng smiled and shook his head, then got on the carriage that had been prepared long ago. Feng Jin's carriage was in front, and Zheng Yuheng's was behind. Not long after, they arrived at the Ministry of Rites as scheduled.
　　If Feng Jin was invited, then Zheng Yuheng didn't need to step in and explain his identity one by one. The old man's carriage was still a street and a half away from here, and many young officials inside had already stood up and waited to show respect.
　　There were about a dozen people outside the yamen, estimated to be under 40 years old and less than the third rank, all waiting outside. The leader was Zhou Heng, the Minister of Rites.
　　Feng Jin was helped down from the carriage, and Zhou Heng stepped forward to greet him, saying with the courtesy of a junior, "The palace commander has been taking care of his health for many years, but today he has to move because of our matter. I feel guilty for not coming to greet you from afar."
　　Feng Jin's hair and beard were already white, and he stroked his beard and smiled, "Well, although your father and I are equals and you call me uncle, but in the yamen, this is not the case. The minister is the boss here."
　　Zhou Heng said, "How dare I, who is this..."
　　"When the edict was given yesterday, you guys must have been in a hurry to look for it and went to the Ministry of Personnel to inquire about the news. But now you say you don't know this person. Aren't you trying to fool an old man like me?" Feng Jin spoke quickly, and although he had a smile on his face, he was not very merciful. "This is Zheng Junzhi, the one who is in charge of the affairs of the Palace Front Office, who has caused a lot of trouble in your six departments. He was transferred from the Ministry of Revenue by His Majesty, Lord Zheng."
　　Zheng Yuheng had a gentle expression, leaned forward and saluted, without a trace of complacency.
　　Zhou Heng was surprised to see that this young man was not arrogant at such a young age... But what surprised the ministers even more was that this ordinary young man who only earned some credit in the military newspaper during the Northern Expedition, after careful research last night, actually found his shadow in many major events involving the upper and lower levels. They knew that this was the emperor and the empress dowager's man, and they were even more afraid of him.
　　Zhou Heng said: "So this is Lord Zheng. It is better to meet him than to hear about him. To be honest, Lord Zheng was not well-known before, all because he was too low-key. Today, the wild geese fly high and the roc spreads its wings, which shows your ambition."
　　Zheng Yuheng was filled with this official talk and was a little numb, so he also followed suit with a set of watertight official rhetoric.
　　Seeing that he was not timid, Zhou Heng felt that he had been embarrassed, and did not want to show off too much in front of the palace commander. After other officials from the Ministry of Rites paid a visit to Mr. Feng and the new commander Zheng, he turned around and greeted the two of them.
　　Entering the hall, there were still two people sitting still on the chairs waiting, one was the current Zhongshu Ling, the Minister of State Affairs, Zuo Yuechang, and the other was Li Qingning, the Minister of Rites, who was also the highest diplomat of the current dynasty.
　　Although the power of the prime minister was divided, one of them was the nominal "prime minister", and the other was also the co-prime minister of the Zhongshu Menxia, ​​so they also had the power of the prime minister, so they did not go out to greet him.
　　When Mr. Feng came in, the younger Li Qingning stood up and bowed, while Mr. Zuo only nodded to the palace commander.
　　Zheng Yuheng followed behind Feng Jin and saluted the two respectfully.
　　The two men sat in the hall. Without waiting for the other to speak, Feng Jin put his hand on his thigh and said, "Your Majesty hasn't used me for a year or so. You two old men shouldn't be disrespectful. The child is a good child, from a proper family in the Ministry of Revenue. Since there is such a thing, our saint wants us to participate, so don't get in the way."
　　Li Qingning was ten years younger than him. He hesitated and didn't speak. Zuo Yuechang opened his eyelids and glanced at him, jokingly saying, "You are also a shameless old thing. You scold us and do good things yourself. Am I still a envious and incompetent person?" "You can't be ashamed of a villain. He is too young to be my grandson at this age. How can I not love him?"
　　Feng Jin said: "Because of what you said, I can hear that you don't care about His Majesty and the Queen at all. Don't look down on him because he is young. He doesn't say harsh words to you because he respects you. Mr. Zuo, don't act like an older man."
　　These are jokes from the elders on the surface, but the people below are terrified, especially the young officials in their twenties who don't have children. They are obviously not the ones in these words. They are sweating on their backs.
　　Zheng Yuheng is very calm. Maybe he is used to big scenes. When he thinks that the old gentleman meets his good wife, he has to be kind and gentle, with a face like a bodhisattva, he suddenly doesn't feel afraid.
　　Feng Jin treated him so well, and it was not in vain to live up to the will of the young emperor. As soon as the people here sat down, Zuo Yuechang handed the request raised by Beisu a few days ago from the top of the pile of desks to Feng Jin, and said, "What a bunch of wolf cubs who don't know hunger and fullness, and don't know the situation. They are still causing so much trouble after their defeat. If we didn't care about cherishing the people's strength, we would also like to be the brave men who sweep the northern border."
　　Behind Feng Jin and Zheng Yuheng stood a dozen top-notch martial artists, all of whom were the elite of the Qilin Guard. They stood in the lobby of the Ministry of Rites, with quite an impressive momentum.
　　Old Master Feng took it, flipped through it symbolically, then handed it to Zheng Yuheng, turned to Zuo Yuechang and asked, "You're so angry, it seems you are not sincere in negotiating peace."
　　"Thanks to your majesty's decree, we borrowed the Qilin Guard to disguise and watch secretly last night, and we found out that the traitor named Yi Wenzhuo didn't keep his word, and the Jurchen woman with thick braids following behind him was the real boss of this group of people."
　　Feng Jin said, "It was they who negotiated peace with us. Old Zuo, with your temper that you have cultivated for many years, how can you still be so angry?"
　　"That's why," Zuo Yuechang said, "these people only said to return the occupied land, compensate for the loss of cattle and sheep, release the captured people, and pay a tribute, that's it. It's a pity that Yi Wenzhuo could say that!"
　　"Why, do you still want to get rich by fighting wars?" Old Master Feng said with a smile.
　　He didn't even look at the document, but just teased, and turned to ask Zheng Yuheng: "Xiao Zheng, what do you think?"
　　Zheng Yuheng's eyes moved away from the paper, put the document down, looked up at Zuo Xianggong and Li Shangshu, and said: "Such behavior must have a reason. His Majesty's decree was issued yesterday, and it is clear that this group of people are not sincere in negotiating peace. It's better for us to pretend to talk to him."
　　Zuo Yuechang glanced at him a few times, and in front of everyone, he didn't ask any questions, and just said: "Write down what the commander thinks."
　　Zheng Yuheng stood up and saluted, then stepped forward, holding the pen and ink, and slowly wrote a few lines on a blank page.
　　After writing, Zuo Yuechang first praised "What a good handwriting", and then looked at it carefully.
　　He pondered for a moment, raised his head and examined Zheng Junzhi again, then asked: "Is this what your majesty meant, or what the queen meant?"
　　Zheng Yuheng was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Your majesty has said before, what I say and what I say is what the saint and the queen meant."
　　Zuo Xianggong was slightly stunned, not knowing where the little emperor came from. He lowered his head and stroked his long beard, laughed from his throat, and said: "Do you think you are a favorite minister?"
　　Zheng Yuheng nodded in his heart, but said on the surface: "I dare not, this humble and shallow official, please let the adults decide."