The crown prince Yan Day, like his father Yan Hunt, is an out-and-out pragmatist. Whether it is shamanism, the state religion of the three roads in Youbei, or the Nanlin Zen Buddhism or Xuanyue Daogong with believers all over the world, or even the Tianshen Sect from Nankang, they all uphold the attitude of 'respecting and using it'.

In the eyes of the Yan family, the sect that can bring benefits to him is a decent family; If you can't bring benefits to yourself, that's the evil way.

And his father, Yan Hunt, is the Son of Heaven - the Son of Heaven, the son of heaven; In terms of seniority, he can be regarded as a grandson of God. Since he is the grandson of God, he naturally does not believe in any gods and Buddhas, demons and monsters.

However, the big pie in front of him still completely smashed Yan Tian's head, and even made him start to have a lot of interest in 'occultism', and thanked all the immortals who could remember the names in his heart. It wasn't until the little fat man Liu Zhi didn't care about the difference between dignity and inferiority, and directly reached out and pulled the sleeve of his robe, so he forced himself to hold back the agitation in his heart, crying and mourning, and looked at Liu Zhi with hesitant eyes. Although he had shown enough helplessness, no matter how restrained he was, the corners of his mouth still twisted into an extremely strange arc:

"Ben Wang...... This king is going to the Winter Warm Pavilion now, and I am going to see my father...... Don't you pull this king...... I'm going to see my father! ”

The tall and slender prince and the little chubby dun Liu Zhi were like a piece of tofu and a green onion, rolling on the ground of this Dongyang Palace. The little palace maids and little eunuchs on duty in Dongyang Palace watched their masters cry like this, and they all nodded secretly because they were worried about their father's emperor, and they were moved by his filial piety.

Liu Zhi was scratched indiscriminately by the prince, and a few blood marks were added to his face. Don't look at the appearance of a loyal servant and protector on his face, but his heart has already lost his patience under the double blow of pain and boredom, and by the way, even the little fat hand that is tightly tugging on the four-clawed python robe has been loosened a lot:

"Prince, as the saying goes, loyalty and filial piety have been difficult since ancient times. Recently, Fengjing City is in an eventful autumn, there is just a natural fire in Beilan Palace, and there is a Beiyan army in front of the East Customs outside, and the troops are about to come to Fengjing in a blink of an eye; In addition, His Majesty is also ill, and the burden of the entire Youbei Third Road falls on the shoulders of Your Highness; The slave thinks that Your Highness, you should still put state affairs first, and after killing and retreating the Northern Yan army, you should go to serve in front of His Majesty's dragon couch, which is what you should do as a prince! ”

This step is extremely arbitrary, but it is enough to fool the people of Dongyang Palace. Yan Tian wiped his face casually, and asked with a crying voice:

"How did your master explain?"

"Back to the prince's words, my master asked the servant to convey a word to His Royal Highness the prince. He said that if Your Majesty has any will, you will obey the Mandate of Heaven if you do it. And I, the Imperial Horse Supervisor, will definitely follow Your Majesty's will and assist His Highness in retreating from the enemy and defending the city. ”

Although from everyone's point of view, they have their own little plans, but in the face of the current Yan Day, they can only listen to their orders. Because at this moment, Yan Day, first had a holy decree by his side, and then his maternal uncle Li Deng and Yan Jiuning, the patriarch of the Yan clan, were outside to respond; At this moment, coupled with Liu Zhi, or Lu Xiangyin's promise, it can really be said that there are people and silver; In addition, the 'position' is extremely positive, and it is only a little different from the early accession to the throne. In other words, the crown prince Yan Tian is now the de facto emperor of Youbei Sanlu!

Yan Tian thought about it carefully, and finally put his mind at ease. Recently, I don't know what to memorize, what to do wrong, what to smash; In the past, the feeling of being helped by God seemed to be lost overnight, and no matter how much I calculated, the development of things would often make me unfamiliar and dumbfounded.

At present, although this encounter is extremely dangerous for Youbei Third Road, for Yan Day, it can be described as a godsend opportunity for salted fish to turn over!

"What Gonggong Liu said also has some truth, the prince is in charge of the country by holy decree, and he should put state affairs first; And the father's side...... Leave it to the Tai Hospital to act on behalf of the prince. Hey, after I retreat to the enemy, and then walk the filial piety, no wonder people always say that heaven is ruthless...... Gonggong Liu, tired of the imperial horse supervisor to prepare a light car, without any conspicuous decoration. This prince is about to go to Li Xiang's mansion to ask for advice on how to retreat from the enemy. ”

After saying that, Yan Day's robe sleeves waved, and Liu Zhi retreated.

The study of the Prime Minister's Mansion was originally extremely spacious, but at this time, it had been filled with a room full of adults. More than 20 civil officials, led by Wan Changning, occupied all the flat places where the pen and ink of the account books could be spread. At this time, every adult's eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed that they had not closed their eyes for several days and nights. Everyone seemed to be unaware of the servants running around, their eyes fixed on the arithmetic and account books in front of them, writing in their hands and whispering something in their mouths.

As soon as Li Deng returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he immediately threw himself into this mountain-like towering account book. For the powerful prime minister to return home, the people in the house didn't even raise their heads to say hello.

Li Deng took a cup of strong tea and tilted his head to drain it, then took an account book on the table and carefully checked it.

After Li Fu quietly walked into the study and whispered something in his ear, Li Deng looked up at the sky outside the window, stretched out two fingers and dipped the tea, rubbed his sore eyes slightly, and then carefully lifted the stool and followed the housekeeper out of the study quietly.

"Uncle! The nephew can be regarded as being able to let go of his hands and feet this time and do something big in a real way! ”

These words are a bit rebellious, but they are also true to Yan Tian's heart. Because in the current situation, no matter who or what kind of calculation he has in his heart, he can only stand in the same camp as him, the prince of the prison country. As for how to balance the forces in several aspects, it is just some imperial tricks and ways of checks and balances, and it is not a tricky matter. After all, he also watched his father be the emperor for so many years, even if he didn't teach him those 'unique tricks', he had already learned nine times out of ten.

As long as he can successfully solve the current crisis in the capital, then whether it is the court or the army, whether it is the minister or the people, the prestige of the prince of the prison country must rise; At that time, whether his position as a prisoner of the country is corrected or not, I am afraid it will not be decided by Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt.

In such a situation, he could not hide his joy, and if he said something presumptuous, he would be able to reveal his 'nephew's affection for Lee Deng's nephew even more.

Sure enough, after Prime Minister Li Deng heard this, he immediately looked left and right with a vigilant face, and waved his hand to Li Fu behind him, and then lowered his voice and taught Yan Day:

"Presumptuous! Can such words be uttered in vain as a son of man? Now that Your Majesty is in poor health, you should be extremely sad! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Uncle taught me a lesson! Doesn't my nephew also want to make some achievements and rejoice his father who is sick......

After speaking, Yan Tian looked left and right with a look of shame on his face, and saw that the garden was very clean, so he made a relieved look.

Li Deng looked at the prince's face, and in a trance, he seemed to see Yan Hunt who had just succeeded to the throne......

"Uncle? Uncle! Although the big and small affairs of Youbei are now in the hands of you and my nephew and uncle, but now after all, they are still facing the siege of the Northern Yan army, what should we do? ”

Yan Tian saw that Li Deng's eyes were a little dull, and hurriedly asked. Li Deng, who came back to his senses, also felt a little out of shape, and hurriedly replied:

"My lordships and I are counting all the detailed accounts of the grain, grass, ordnance, and the inner and outer warehouses at this time, and we can summarize a result before dark...... In this way, at this time, you go back to the palace quickly, and first go to the Winter Warm Pavilion to greet Your Majesty for Saint Ann; Then go to Dongkun Palace again and ask your mother if she has anything to explain. As soon as the result is obtained from my uncle's side, he will go directly to the palace to look for you...... Oh yes, give me your waist card, the war is urgent, and we don't have any time to waste on those false gifts that ask for and summon! ”

Yan Tian nodded yes, casually ripped off the nameplate on his waist and handed it over, and then looked back at the smoke wafting out of the window of the Xiangfu study, and suddenly felt mixed feelings in his heart, and turned to leave.

"As long as this crisis passes, I'm afraid that none of these ministers in the Prime Minister's Mansion will be usable!"

Yan Tian secretly made up his mind on the carriage, and with the shaking of the carriage body, he went straight to the direction of the Imperial Horse Supervisor.

No matter how panicked people were in Fengjing, the Pingbei Pioneer Battalion stationed in the Flying Tiger Army camp outside the city was already immersed in a sea of joy.

It's all because Zhang Huangling was timid after hearing the report of the Jinjia rout. He didn't even have the courage to send a sentry to spy on the authenticity of the news, so he directly announced the withdrawal of the whole army to the commander of the capital. For a while, chickens and dogs jumped in the camp, up to Zhang Huangling, down to ordinary sergeants, all secretly hated their parents for giving birth to two legs for themselves, for fear of running half a point slower than others, and no one cared about the logistics at all.

As a result, the grain and grass of this tuntun, the whole fan of pork, and the basket of fruits and vegetables were all laughed at by the Pingbei army who occupied the magpie's nest. Now, it has become a celebration banquet for the pioneer battalion of the Pingbei Army, and all of them are enemies.

Zhang Huangling was born in the last place, and anyone like this is the best at the way of self-preservation. Faced with the crisis in the north, he saw the key at a glance:

As long as he Zhang Huangling still has 20,000 soldiers and horses in his hands, then he will inevitably become the object of competition from all forces; On the contrary, not to mention the annihilation of the entire army, even if he can fight one to one with the 8,000 cavalry of the Northern Yan, he will definitely suffer heavy losses. In this way, it will give others an opportunity to take advantage of it. At that time, whether it is his old master Li Deng or the new master of the royal family, the Yan family, they will definitely push their own wall grass into the abyss from which they will never recover.

With these 20,000 Flying Tiger troops, Zhang Huangling is a force to be reckoned with in the Youbei Third Road; And if the 20,000 Flying Tiger Army is not there, then he Zhang Huangling will definitely become a dry skeleton on a mass grave outside the southern suburbs of Fengjing.

After drinking and eating, the soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army camp fell asleep. On the corner towers on both sides of the camp gate, there were still two sentinels, one old and one young. Each of them held a torch in his hand and stood straight.

This old and young, the older one is the general of the pioneer battalion of the Pingbei Army, named Feng Lianye;

And the younger ones are the young marshals of the Pingbei Army, the little marquis Guo Xing and Guo Zhongping!