April 17, late at night.

In the forbidden middle of the imperial city, hundreds of lanterns inside and outside the government hall were lit, illuminating a large area where the government hall was located into daylight, forming a black and white level with the black sky.

The scent of candles and the smell of fireworks enveloped more than a dozen palaces.

There is a solemn and elegant red chair in the center of the government hall, on which sits a middle-aged man wearing a round-necked shirt, a square heart curved collar, and a gold and jade belt around his waist.

The middle-aged man has a white face and a short beard, looking like a rich man with a warm face, and like a middle-aged Confucian student who is obsessed with calligraphy and painting in the Guozi Prison.

Only one person can sit on that wide red chair, that is, His Majesty the Great Zhou Emperor, Chai Zhe.

After listening to the next plan of the Jiangnan battle situation, the Great Zhou officials looked at Zhao Ding, Li Gang, Chen Kangbo, Wang Boyan, Huang Qianshan, and Liang Shicheng standing in front of them expressionlessly, and finally squeezed out a smile and said: "Several rulers, virtuous ministers, have worked hard some time ago. ”

"I have already seen the strategy you have put forward. I hope that as a few people said, they can wipe out Fang La's rebels in one fell swoop. ”

"It's just that too much money and food are spent, and too many military prefectures and counties have been affected. Many parts of the dynasty have not yet recovered from the disaster, such as the four great thieves are still making trouble, since several of the governors are in their positions, please draw up a pacification strategy as soon as possible, so that the ministers of the six departments, the pavilions, the temples, and the local state capitals can be prepared. ”

After finishing speaking, His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Zhou waved his hand, ignored the six people who saluted, and left quickly, and Li Yan, the chief of the Great Inner Palace, beckoned the guards to follow.

The Great Zhou official family has reason to be unhappy. Not long after he ascended the throne, there was a big thief like Fang La, it was strange to be happy, and even his perception of several rulers was much worse.

Fortunately, His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty is a cultivated person, although he doesn't want to pay attention to the troubles in the court, he also remembers the ancestral teachings, suppresses the anger in his heart, and treats the scholars well.

"The official family walks slowly."

Zhao Ding and the others saluted like a ceremony, and only straightened up when they couldn't hear the footsteps of His Majesty the Emperor.

The two roads in the south of the Yangtze River have been eroded so far, and the two roads in Jianghuai and Fujian have also been greatly affected, and of course several rulers feel guilty. But several Zaizhi did not rest, and stayed in the palace a few days ago to stay up all night until today, when the plan is about to begin.

Led by Zhao Ding and Wang Boyan, the six Zaizhi lords finally ended their continuous stay up in the imperial city. Some chamberlains carried lanterns, and together with dozens of sergeants from the front of the palace, escorted several deacons to the south gate of the imperial city.

The gates of Miyagi slowly closed, and the dull sound of the doorshaft fell.

Li Gang looked south, and the spacious and clean Yujie Avenue was empty.

There are very few curfews in Bianjing, but the royal streets are very tightly controlled, and except for major festivals, the citizens of Bianjing can only go to the streets during the designated hours during the day.

Huang Qianshan looked towards the avenue on the left and right, and the long dragon of lanterns could not be seen at a glance.

Running through the middle of Bianjing, near the South Street of the Imperial City, in addition to the pavilion temple and the royal temple, it is the mansion of the wealthy and the noble. According to the rules commonly known as the convention, lanterns should be lit near the South Street of the Imperial City to declare respect, status and wealth, and set off the prosperity of Bianjing.

Chen Kangbo looked at the two sweet water alleys that had been operating all night in the southeast, looked at the faintly illuminated night sky in the distance, listened to the vague laughter of the hawkers, was relieved and worried at the same time, and took a breath and said:

"There are still more than ten days in the Dragon Boat Festival, and Bianjing City is so lively. This is my Great Zhou, an unprecedented prosperous Great Zhou. ”

"It's good for a merchant to stay up all night, but you have to take care of fire prevention to avoid accidents. In the streets of Fangxiang, the soldiers who patrol the shops need to be mentioned, and the police patrol at night must not be lazy. ”

"The Wanghuo Tower built on a high place should be mentioned, as soon as the fire dragon appears, the military owner, Ma Bujun, and the leader of Kaifeng Mansion must be put out immediately. The latent fire soldiers of the submarine fire team must calculate the barrel ropes, flags, axe saws, wind lanterns, and fire vests used by them. ”

Liang Shicheng tidied up his beautiful long beard and added:

"The fire-extinguishing ladders, pumps, and water bladders that the Kaifeng government has paid for should also be checked clearly by the heads of the household department, the Ministry of Industry, and the Ministry of War, and arranged to go to various streets and alleys."

"I have been out of the Daimyo Mansion for many years, and I have seen many times when the public was slack, and even the tragedy of the fire raging. Although Bianjing is close to the Yellow River and surrounded by canals, it is not as dry as the Daimyo's Mansion, but there are too many people, so you must be more careful. ”

"I haven't seen each other for a few years, Fan Lou and Pan Lou have become more and more lively, and they are worthy of being the first place on my New Year."

When Zhao Ding heard this, he also looked at the night sky illuminated by the lights in the north of the east, distinguished the sound of the silk and bamboo orchestra mixed together, and said solemnly:

"Fang La hasn't been punished yet, it's not good to drink and enjoy yourself all night."

Huang Qianshan first praised Liang Shicheng, saying that he was in the Daimyo's Mansion but he knew so well about the fire prevention matters in Bianjing, and then took over Zhao Ding's words and said:

"The dynasty can obtain nearly 200,000 yuan in commercial taxes every year from Fan Lou and Pan Lou, as well as Pan Lou Night Street."

"The war situation in Jiangnan is tense, but it is not good to order Pan Lou and Fan Lou to close down, and in the end it will be the loss of the dynasty."

"Fortunately, according to the strategy, Wang Yu and Yang Keshi should launch a thunderous blow against the Yongle Puppet Dynasty tonight, hoping that good news will come soon."

Several Zaizhi glanced at each other, no matter what their political views were, how much unhappiness they had on weekdays, and they all nodded with a smile.

After more than a month of busyness, the harvest is finally about to begin, and of course several Zaizhi are in a good mood. After exchanging a few polite words to each other, several governors left in the carriage and went home to catch up on sleep.

The war in Jiangnan is raging. In such a situation, the total number of registered residents in Bianjing actually exceeded the one million mark.

Keep your field of vision as far away as possible, away from Bianjing, away from Dazhou, away from Mobei, and away from the plateau...... The rest of this time and space is pitch black at night, only the hot and yellow land is full of sporadic lights, and there are even more than a dozen cities that reflect the night sky, like a city that never sleeps.

At the same time, the city of Hangzhou.

Fang La has been restless since he drove Yu Yunwen to the south bank of the Qiantang River and lifted the direct threat of Hangzhou City.

Fang La defeated the superior Great Zhou army led by the famous ministers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, which made the generals and soldiers of the Yongle Dynasty cheer and further improve their fighting spirit.

The Yongle Dynasty also had some scattered fleets, which were able to harass the Cao fleet of the Great Zhou army at sea, and gradually forced the remnants of Yu Yunwen's more than 20,000 troops into a desperate situation.

The city of Hangzhou has enough food, enough for one million people to feed for one year and three months.

Fang La was still worried.

Yu Yunwen's camp on the south bank of the Qiantang River was very small, and there was a fleet of warships on the river as support, and it was very well defended. It is not easy for the Fang La army to use the precious equipment, but it will be destroyed by the warships of the Great Zhou army.

Yu Yunwen has become a confidant of the Yongle Dynasty, and once he seizes the opportunity, he will attack Hangzhou City fiercely. There is a fleet that can fight, which has become Yu Yunwen's winner and loser, and the new combat method of combining land and water makes Fang Lajun very uncomfortable.

Fang La stared at the south bank of the Qiantang River with one eye, and the other eye kept scanning the battlefields everywhere, hoping to discover Da Zhou's next plan.

Nothing was found, but Yu Yunwen was desperately working on the south bank of the Qiantang River, while the Great Zhou army in other places remained completely calm, and a lot of information had been exposed.

Fang La firmly believed that Da Zhou had a bigger plan, and it wouldn't be long. If there is no follow-up plan, the Great Zhou Dynasty will definitely put the strange soldiers who came across the sea to the end, and it is impossible to take them out in advance.

Could it be that Da Zhou can still mobilize an army of 100,000? Fang La shook his head slowly, there was a big movement before the mobilization of the army, and it was impossible to hide it in the slightest.

Another 100,000 troops will need to mobilize a large amount of money, food and materials, and organize at least 200,000 young people. Supplying 100,000 troops is completely different from providing relief to 100,000 victims.

The scouts and spies of the Yongle Dynasty are not dry meals, not to mention that the Yongle Dynasty can also obtain a lot of information from smuggling channels, and it is clear that Da Zhou has no more big moves.

Without preparation, directly lead 100,000 troops to the south of the Yangtze River?

Fang La only thought about it for a moment, and then shook off this ridiculous idea.

Jiangnan is like this, if Da Zhou does not prepare enough grain, rice, copper coins and materials, and rashly sends more troops, he can only push more of the small people on the death line to the Yongle Dynasty, in that case, Fang La will die of laughter in his dreams.

Fang La couldn't think of what Da Zhou's plans were, and what the conspiracy of the extremely clever Zaizhi in Bianjing was, so he was a little upset and dizzy.

Since he couldn't sleep, Fang La got up and went to the martial arts training ground in the back garden to box.