Emperor Hongji remembered the change in Tumubao.

Yingzong's personal expedition to Warat failed, the national strength plummeted, and the captives came to the capital, but fortunately Yu Qian turned the tide.

The Beijing camp is the foundation of the country, and it is extremely dangerous to move the Beijing camp out of Beijing.

The hall fell silent, and the ministers were speechless, quietly waiting for His Majesty to make a decision.

"How many troops do the Tatars and Duoyan have?"

"There are 50,000 people, but the Tatar migration is increasing so quickly that it cannot be taken as a basis." Qin Hong said.

In one day, Tatar can run for two or three hundred miles, which is also the reason why the Ming army is afraid to go out of the pass.

Emperor Hongzhi knew that there were 100,000 soldiers and horses on three sides.

However, the defense line was too long to be concentrated in one place, so the number of troops could not be counted as 100,000.

"Your Majesty, it's better to wait for news from An Dingbo first."

The council ended, and the ministers dispersed.

Xiao Jing looked at Emperor Hongzhi and frowned: "Your Majesty has not paid a micro-visit for a long time.

If you are bored, the slave can say something interesting outside the palace. ”

Emperor Hongzhi didn't care: "You talk about it." ”

"Yan Chengjin ordered someone to spy on a scholar, and there is nothing strange about this son's temperament.

But this scholar is also surnamed Yan, according to the factory guard, Yan Chengjin seems to have known this person for a long time, and the slave maid is thinking...... Could it be, is Andingbo's illegitimate son? ”

Emperor Hongzhi's face was stiff, and for a moment he was angry, and he reprimanded: "An Dingbo is a pillar of the imperial court, and he is self-disciplined, how can you be allowed to slander!" ”

Xiao Jing knelt on the ground and was aggrieved: "At first, the slave didn't dare to guess like this, but Yan Chengjin really knew that person." ”

Emperor Hongzhi was curious: "Where is Andingbo's origin?" “

"An Dingbo moved from Jiangxi, Yan Chengjin has been living in the capital for more than ten years before he entered the office, and he is the same villager as the scholar."

Yan Chengjin came to the front of the main hall and already knew that Xiao Jing was informing.

Before Emperor Hongzhi could speak, he said: "After listening to His Royal Highness, I realized that he was from his own family, and he didn't want to insult the lintel of the Yan family, so he was more severe." ”

Yan Song kicked off the prelude to the party struggle in the Ming Dynasty and fought three people one after another.

If he was clear, there might be no dispute between Xia Yan, Xu Jie, and Zhang Juzheng.

On his power as the fuse of Mingzhong, it is self-evident.

Xiao Jing lowered his head and scolded secretly, just harshly?

That scholar is about to be forced out of the capital by you, but he doesn't dare to mention it again.

Emperor Hongzhi was worried about Yansui, and soon lost interest and talked about stability in Bolai.

Yan Chengjin stood aside and listened quietly.

……

Good township, homeless people's grass shed.

Yan Song never imagined that he would be persecuted by traitors when he entered Beijing and fell to this.

He could have sold paintings and calligraphy, but when the officials saw him, they were expelled and confiscated the pens.

After spending the money in the money bag, they lived in the dilapidated grass huts of the homeless people in the good township, and slept in the open air.

The night was bone-chilling, and most importantly, there was no light to read.

"Miserable and inhumane, the sky is really going to die, and I Yan Song can't ......"

Chisel the wall to steal the light, and there is no light to borrow.

The surrounding homeless people are reluctant to use candles and oil lamps at all.

finally survived until dawn, and he wanted to go to the Yamen of Shuntian Mansion to sue Zhang Xian and persecute scholars.

However, he had no strength, and lay on the straw mat, so hungry that his eyes were in a trance.

For more than ten days, all the money was spent.

The homeless people would give him a bite to eat at night, but he would not be hungry all night, and occasionally there would be a spring rain, and he would shiver at night, hungry and cold.

"Scholar, how did you end up here?" The old woman saw that he was pitiful and asked more.

"The student was killed by the traitor Zhang Xian, so he fell here, if he can make it to the gold list, he must eradicate the dog official Zhang Xian."

The old woman's complexion changed greatly, and she slapped the steamed bun on the ground: "Lord Zhang is the blue sky of the homeless people like me, and he is a good official, why don't you know what to do, no wonder you will be reduced to this, smack." ”

Yan Song looked confused.

After rejecting Zhang Xian's recommendation that day, he was persecuted, and he was not allowed to live in a hotel or borrow books.

Even Lao Wang's bookstore didn't sell books to him.

It's not Zhang Xian who is harming, who is harming him?

Outside the door, he scolded Zhang Xian's words to spread ten, ten to thousands, and the homeless people scolded him for having no conscience and never sent him food again.

……

Yan Fu,

Yan Chengjin handed a letter to Zhang Xian: "You hand it to Yan Song and tell him what the official just told you." ”

Zhang Xian's face was embarrassed, what crime did Yan Song commit, and Lord Yan wanted to persecute him like this?

The most heinous people are punished the most severely, and they are not so miserable.

"This official has its own reasons, you can do it, borrowing your reputation, and this official is also forced to do it, Lord Zhang forgive me."

Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

If Yan Song dies in Liangxiang, it can only mean ......

What a nice guy.

Zhang Xian bowed.

Yan Chengjin brings great benefits to the good township and the imperial court, he knows best: "The person that the lower officials admire the most is the adult, and the adult needs this clear name, so take it." ”

Yan Chengjin likes to deal with Zhang Xian and Song Jing, and his name can be used in person.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but be happy: "Lao Gao, this scholar won't be played to death, right?" ”

"It's not a game, this matter may be related to the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty in the next hundred years, and please pay attention to your Royal Highness."

Yan Song's greed is different from Xu Jie's greed.

Although Xu Jie was greedy, he was conscientious and conscientious, greedy while working, handling the affairs of the imperial court, and had quite a lot of political achievements.

Yan Song is only greedy and does not work, completely ignoring the affairs of the court.

In order to curry favor with Jiajing, he practiced Qingci all day long (an article praying to the heavens, burned to the immortals).

The serious internal friction is also the reason for the decline at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Jiajing was busy cultivating immortals, Yan Song was busy currying favor with Jiajing, ignoring court affairs, and civil officials were busy defeating Yan Song, where could they take care of court affairs.

This is the internal friction in the middle and late Ming Dynasty.

Yan Shifan writes green words, and no one can come out of it, because of this, he looks extremely ugly, but he can be reused in the court that pays attention to appearance.

"Early tomorrow morning, His Highness can hand it over to Yan Song."

All the foreshadowing, layer by layer, is all for Zhu Houzhao, what Yan Song's nature is, tomorrow I will know.

……

Liangxiang, grass shed area.

Yan Song was thinking about Zhang Xian, a traitorous minister, why he wanted to frame him, he had no books to read, and he couldn't even support himself, let alone wait until Qiu Yu entered Beijing for the exam.

"Are you Yan Song?"

"What is Brother Tai looking for me?" Yan Song raised his head, his face languishing.

"This is a letter from your father."

Yan Songhu was suspicious: "This handwriting ...... Not like my father. ”

"Your father broke his hands and feet, and he ordered someone to do it for him." Zhang Xiandao: "Are you Yan Song, who is originally from Yuanzhou Mansion, Jiangxi? Your father's name is Yan Huai? The word shines. ”

Yan Song's eyes froze: "It's exactly below." When he looked at the letter again, his face was full of seriousness.

Suddenly, he lay on the ground and cried: "I was killed by the traitor Zhang Xian, I am ashamed of my father, I can't be an official, how can this be a good ......?"

It's not the official who harms you.

This letter was written by Lord Yan, and "Yan Huai" sent high hopes to his son, looking forward to the title of the gold list and the glory of his ancestors.

It's written like the real thing, Lord Yan is really amazing.

After Zhang Xian left, Yan Song was still sitting on the ground, and he couldn't even participate in the imperial examination.

Even if you participate in the imperial examination, it is difficult to get a good ranking.

When I looked up again, I found that it was already dawn, and I had been sitting so depressed all night.

Suddenly, there was movement outside the door, the chai door was pushed open, and a handsome scholar walked in, it was Xiao Zhu Xiucai.

Zhu Houzhao asked with a smile: "Do you want the exam questions for Qiuyu?" ”

Yan Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked up at Zhu Houzhao: "You...... How do you have exam questions? ”

"Ben Xiucai was born in an official family, and my father is the one who wrote the exam questions, as for who it is, Ben Xiucai can't say, you look at these." Zhu Houzhao beckoned.

The next person moved in a stack of books, which were all written by the great Confucian in the palace.

Yan Song was shocked.

If he gets Qiu Yan's exam questions, he will definitely be able to be promoted, and when he becomes an official, he will be able to fulfill his father's wish and avenge Zhang Xian.

Zhu Houzhao urged: "Benxiu won't say it, do you want it?" ”