Hong Chengchou knew that it was useless to talk to this eunuch, so he decided to go to Yuan Chonghuan and persuade him personally.

Hearing that the governor came to the door in person, Yuan Chonghuan was surprised, and boasted that he was not a person who did not know the times, and after thinking for a while, he still ordered someone to let him in.

"Yuan Bingbei, the emperor has urged you to send troops three times, why haven't you moved?" Hong Chengchou really didn't have much to think about.

For the sake of Yuan Chonghuan's face, he didn't speak very seriously.

In fact, the people in the entire Ningyuan City knew that the imperial court messenger had conveyed the edict of the Emperor of the Apocalypse three times in a row, asking Yuan Chonghuan to send troops as soon as possible to aid the Dongjiang River.

The nearest messenger arrived in Ningyuan yesterday afternoon.

However, these three urgings were all rejected by Yuan Chonghuan in the name of "the general is outside, and the king's order is not accepted".

Facing Hong Chengchou's questioning, Yuan Chonghuan knew in his heart that if he didn't give an explanation, this matter would not go away.

He smiled slightly and said:

"When the midsummer of the next year comes, under the scorching heat, the soldiers will retreat. At that time, it was the blessing of the Ming Dynasty and the saint of the emperor. ”

"Don't panic in Futai, this soldier will be sent to inform the saint of the reason."

"You-"

Hong Chengchou's hand stopped in mid-air, sighed heavily, turned to leave, and Yuan Chonghuan was all about shirk.

He had already heard that this was a person who did not eat oil and salt, and since it was useless to stay here, it was better to prepare in advance.

Coming out of the military garrison mansion, Hong Chengchou went straight to the forage field and other places, and used his power as a governor to start inspecting the reserve of materials in Ningyuan City.

After a half-day inspection, Hong Chengchou found that the grain and grass in Ningyuan City were still sufficient, and the armor battle was also said to be complete, but the gunpowder in the powder magazine was overstretched, and there were several Hongyi heavy cannons transported from Beijing in Wanli years at the head of the city.

Walking on the street, I suddenly heard the sound of hooves in the direction of the eastern suburbs.

At this time, Man Gui rushed to hear the news, and the two immediately climbed the gate tower of the east city, and saw thousands of Mongolian cavalry galloping under the city, they brandished bright scimitars, stirring up smoke and dust, and the sound was endless.

Surprisingly, this group of Mongol cavalry did not butcher knives at the fleeing Han people, they only looted supplies to prevent their own herdsmen from escaping into the city.

Just when Hong Chengchou was wondering, he saw three horsemen rushing out of the Mongolian camp in the eastern suburbs, saying that he was preparing Yuan Chonghuan for Ningyuan's troops and asking for the court's money.

At the beginning of last month, the eloquent Yuan Bingbei deducted hundreds of thousands of taels of silver from them on the grounds that Gongtu, fried flowers, Zai Sai and other departments plundered the people.

In fact, Yuan Chonghuan's move is understandable, and the silver that the imperial court rewards the Mongolian ministries and Lin Dan Khan every year is not ungenerous.

But even so, these Mongol tribes still disobeyed the yang and the yin, communicated with the Later Jin Jurchen, and often went south to fight the grass valley, mostly to compete for supplies.

Sometimes, when plundering arises, they will also do things to slaughter the Han people.

After the old slave returned to the lair, it was said that he was reorganizing the soldiers and horses, intending to commit it again, but Shenyang had not yet been built, so he would definitely not be able to resist it, and he was afraid that he would have to give up again.

After Shenyang, the next one went to Liaoyang, which Xiong Tingbi personally guarded.

If Liao and Shen were to be overturned, I was afraid that the imperial court would really have to implement Yuan Chonghuan's so-called Ningjin defense line strategy to resist Houjin.

Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou suddenly shuddered, looked into the distance and muttered to himself:

"The emperor and the society are in danger..."

......

His call turned into a north wind, blowing through the Shanhaiguan Gate, which is known as the first pass in the world, and then blowing into the Forbidden City, bypassing the layers of vermilion palaces, and finally sneaking into the Xinuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao, who had just fallen asleep, felt suspended in the air, and suddenly woke up, breaking out in a cold sweat.

Zhu Youxiao gasped, sat up from the chair, picked up the report on the imperial case, and immediately threw it on the ground.

This is the third time that Yuan Chonghuan has disobeyed his life.

Now he is still just a small soldier, if he is really like in history, let him be the Jiliao Governor, I am afraid that it will be useless to make a holy decree.

Zhu Youxiao sneered a few times and said:

"Wei Zhongxian!"

When the words landed, there was a promise from outside the hall, but I saw a little old man come in upside down, and said respectfully:

"The emperor is awake, and the slave is here."

"Has Hong Chengchou arrived in Ningyuan, but has there been any news back?"

When Wei Zhongxian heard this, he first beckoned, took a map from the little eunuch's hand, and said, "News from a quarter of an hour ago, Hong Chengchou sent a map. ”

"When the slave saw that the emperor was asleep, she couldn't bear to disturb the emperor's dream, so she didn't..."

"Show it to me!" Without waiting for him to finish, Zhu Youxiao said:

"The next time the news of Hong Chengchou comes, no matter what I am doing, no matter when, I must report to me!"

"The slave obeys."

Zhu Youxiao spread out the map, and the locations of the forty-seven forts marked by Hong Chengchou on it were clear at a glance.

Immediately, he sneered.

You don't have to think about it to know that this is Yuan Chonghuan's famous Guan, Ning, and Jin defense lines, and it is this defense line that has dragged down Chongzhen's finances.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were expanded, tens of millions of taels of silver were increased year after year, and they were fed and fed well, but in the end, they raised a group of Guan Ning soldiers who could only defend the city.

Zhu Youxiao's purpose was to tug at the Houjin on the Guangrou and rich Liaoshen Plain, and use the Ming Dynasty to drag them down.

Instead of resting on your laurels and giving up the initiative.

Compared with the Ningjin area, although Liaoshen is difficult to defend, its strategic significance is very important.

Zhu Youxiao and Xiong Tingbi have the same point of view, as long as Liaoshen is not lost, Houjin will always be in a corner, and every time there is a big war, no matter how many soldiers and civilians Liaoshen loses, Daming will make sure that he will not lose money.

As long as Liaoshen is still in the hands of the Ming Dynasty, Houjin will not be connected with Mongolia and North Korea, plus the Dongjiang River and Denglai face each other across the sea, Daming can properly drag Houjin to death!

Hong Chengchou sent this map back, obviously to warn himself of Yuan Chonghuan's true purpose, not that he was disloyal.

It's just that this so-called Ningjin defense line is not feasible at all.

At this time, the hundred officials of the imperial court were also arguing about whether to give up Liao Shen, so they needed to make a decision with their attitude as an emperor.

As long as he shows his attitude, no matter how bold Yuan Chonghuan is, he will not dare to act recklessly, and he will not be able to do such a thing as building a city without authorization!

"Summoning the first assistant of the cabinet to see me in the warm pavilion."

With a turn of his eyes, Zhu Youxiao thought of an excellent candidate, it was Ye Xianggao, the leader of Donglin, and it would be better to spread this attitude through him.

"Yes, Emperor."

Wei Zhongxian also knew that he and Ye Xianggao did not deal with each other, and they were about to pinch when they met, so after speaking, he bowed and retreated.

After a while, Ye Xianggao came tremblingly.

Zhu Youxiao naturally knew that he was pretending to be like this, but he still smiled slightly, ordered someone to sit down, and only said after he sat down:

"I haven't seen you for a few months, the old man should be strong!"

I'm like this, and I'm still getting stronger?

Ye Xianggao complained bitterly in his heart, so he had to get off the donkey down the slope and said:

"Your Majesty's love, the old minister's body can still resist tossing."

"I can't help it, if you can't help this toss, how can you be qualified to be the first assistant of my cabinet of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Youxiao sneered at each other, but he smiled on his face.

Ye Xianggao heard the meaning of the words and did not make a sound.

At this time, Zhu Youxiao coughed twice and said, "Give this map to the elder to see." ”

When he got the map, Ye Xianggao didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes rolled wildly, he leaned less, bowed suddenly, and said:

"Congratulations to the emperor!"