Chapter Seventy-Six: Heavenly Grace

"Mian Ren, are you cold?"

Zhu Yunwen suddenly stopped, looked at the sky, and then stretched out his hand, waved it in the air, and said suddenly.

"Your Majesty, Weichen is not cold!"

"Well, Mian Ren, how many degrees is it today?"

"In front of the Fengtian Temple just now, Wei Chen took a look at the thermometer, fifteen degrees, and now it should be about the same!"

"Hehe, Mianren, you are really careful!"

Zhu Yunwen smiled, and continued: "Then do you know how many degrees the northwest is now?" ”

"This,"

Yang Rong pondered for a moment, and arched his hand: "Back to Your Majesty, Weichen can only speculate!" ”

"Oh, tell me about it!"

"Back to Your Majesty, Weichen checked the temperature in Suzhou and Ganzhou in the past three years two days ago, in October last year, the temperature in Suzhou during the day was between minus 16 degrees and minus 1 degree, and the temperature at night was between 0 and minus 10 degrees, and the situation in Ganzhou was similar to that in Suzhou, with a temperature difference of about two degrees."

"In addition, according to Zhang Fu and Fang Bin's recital, the temperature in Hami City is not much different from Suzhou, and on the day they recited, the temperature between minus 10 degrees and minus 5 degrees Celsius during the day and night."

"According to the information of the envoys and the Military Intelligence Bureau, the temperature in the Luntai (now Urumqi) area is lower, about five degrees lower than that of Hami, so the temperature is expected to be between minus 10 degrees and minus 15 degrees during the day and night."

"Relatively speaking, the temperature in the West Sea is even higher, estimated to be around minus 10 degrees to minus 5 degrees."

"But in the next two months, the temperature in the northwest will drop, and the minimum temperature may reach about minus 20 degrees."

Listening to Yang Rong's analysis, Zhu Yunwen turned around with some surprise and said, "Mian Ren, I didn't expect that you just came back from Haidong a few days ago, and you know so much about the situation in the northwest!" ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, this is the duty of the minister."

"Well, that's good! Not bad! ”

Zhu Yunwen nodded, praised repeatedly, and then continued to walk forward.

Yang Rong hurriedly followed, with nothing on his face, but he was secretly proud in his heart.

"Mian Ren, I want you to leave the secretariat and go to the military department as a left squire, and at the same time become a director of the Wenyuan Pavilion, are you willing?"

"Wechen...... Willing! ”

Yang Rong was stunned for a moment, and quickly calculated in his heart, he was promoted? Or was it belittled? Wenyuan Pavilion is equivalent to the political hall of the Tang and Song dynasties, and it should be regarded as a promotion, but it will not be able to follow His Majesty like this in the future, so difficult to choose!

In an instant, Yang Rong's thoughts turned a thousand times, but his body slowly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, it's just, it's just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that Weichen can't follow His Majesty like this, it's really a little reluctant!"

As he spoke, Yang Rong burst into tears and choked up.

"Don't do that!"

Zhu Yunwen was a little moved, and hurriedly helped him up: "Mian Ren, you are a talent that I want to use, you can come to Qianqing Palace at any time if you have something, and I often go to Wenyuan Pavilion, you don't have to worry!" ”

"Well, what Your Majesty said is very true, and the minister did not turn a corner for a while!"

"Mian Ren,"

Zhu Yunwen appeased Yang Rong for a while, and then said: "Zhang Fu's attack this time caught me a little off guard, but his worries also have a certain reason, the three old forces of Mengyuan are gathered in the northwest, and the previous strategy of driving Hu to the west is difficult to implement, so he can only fight." ”

"Zhang Fu attacked, no matter whether he won or lost, I had no choice but to fight."

"Now Yiguo Ping'an and Xining Hou Song Sheng have rushed to the northwest, and at the same time, I will also transfer the Fifth Guards Cavalry Army from Suiyuan to Suzhou to strengthen the northwest army."

"So next spring, I plan to send a large army from the northwest and northeast directions to completely defeat Meng Yuan."

"The stakes are very high, it can be said that it is the biggest battle since I ascended the throne, I can only win, not lose, do you understand?"

"Wechen understands! Wechen should do his best! ”

Yang Rong nodded repeatedly.

.......

After Zhu Yunwen returned to the main hall, he immediately summoned Wan Zicheng, director of the First Bureau of Investigation.

"Zicheng, what do you think of Zhang Fu?"

"Zhang Fu?"

Wan Zicheng pondered for a while and said: "Back to Your Majesty, Zhang Fu has a resolute personality, does not laugh in vain, governs the army very strictly, and is a rare talent!" ”

"Oh? You think highly of him! ”

"Back to Your Majesty, this is the case, the last general will not dare to deceive Your Majesty!"

"Hehe, your personality still hasn't changed!"

"The last general will only serve His Majesty until death!"

Zhu Yunwen was a little speechless, this Wan Zicheng always looked serious, and he was a little choked when he spoke, of course, because of this, he trusted him very much, but unfortunately his talent was really limited.

After a while, Zhu Yunwen smiled and said: "Zicheng, your loyalty I know, then according to your understanding, Zhang Fu's father died by the Tang River, and he has had some resentment and injustice over the years?" ”

"Rong Mo will think about it!"

Wan Zicheng pondered for a while, raised his hand and said: "Zhang Fu is a person who is not smiling, has almost no friends, and is dedicated to army training and fighting, and the last general has indeed not heard of any inappropriate words and actions from him. ”

"Well, what about his family?"

"Family? Probably not! ”

Speaking of this, Wan Zicheng suddenly remembered something and said, "Your Majesty, Zhang Fu's sister Zhang Jinse was originally a concubine of Yan Rebellion, and later married Shao Yun, the current commander of the Haidong Xingdu Division. ”

"But she has been depressed and in poor health, and I heard that her condition has worsened recently."

"Zhang Jinse?"

Zhu Yunwen was stunned for a moment, and then the old things of the past appeared in his mind, but his face quickly became gloomy: "Could it be that this Zhang Jinse has any complaints?" ”

"This ......"

This time Wan Zicheng really hesitated, he thought for a while, and said: "This Zhang Jinse gave birth to a son to Yan Rei, who was imprisoned in Zhongdu after Yan Rei was defeated, and later died of illness. After the news spread, Zhang Jinse became ill and was bedridden for several years, until last summer, there was some improvement, but this year it has worsened, I am afraid I won't live long! ”

"That's right,"

Zhu Yunwen was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered something: "Does Shao Yun know this?" ”

"Know! According to people close to him, after he received the letter, he secretly cried! ”

"Secretly cried? So, does the slow progress and deterioration of military discipline have anything to do with the attack on Kyoto by the Japanese army? ”

Hearing the emperor's gradually gloomy voice, Wan Zicheng shuddered, got up and knelt on the ground, and said in a trembling voice: "The last general has received some news, but it has not been verified, so I dare not send it to the emperor!" ”

"You bastard!"

Zhu Yunwen suddenly slapped the book case heavily, and shouted: "Who is Zhang Fu?" Who is Shao Yun? How dare you suppress their affairs and not report them in time? How many heads have you grown? ”

"The last will be damned! The last will be damned! The last will be damned! ”

Seeing Wan Zicheng kowtowing like pounding garlic, Zhu Yunwen became irritable for no reason, and waved his hand: "Okay, you go down!" Go to the Ministry of Supervision yourself to get twenty military sticks, dare to commit it again, watch your head! ”

"Yes! Be! Thank you, Your Majesty! ”

Looking at Wan Zicheng, who was holding his head and running around, Zhu Yunwen's face was like frost, and there was no trace of a smile on his face.

"Someone! Spread the message, give Shao Yun three months off, go home and serve his wife! The commander of the Haidong Xingdu Division was commanded by the Fourth Army, so that Hai Yunlong took over! ”

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"In addition, Zhao Arutai and Mahamu returned to Beijing to report on their work!"

"Yes!"