One post after another, riding like a meteor. Pingming Xianyang, twilight and Longshantou.

The news of Wang Jiangjing's victory was transmitted to Yanjing by the three parties at a speed of 100,000 urgently, but it was also 800 miles expedited, but the speed of transmission was not the same. There is a special best rider, riding the fastest horse in the post station, completely disregarding the horsepower, crazy galloping, in this cold winter wax moon, only three and a half days to arrive in Yanjing City...... At this time, the messengers of the other two parties had just arrived in Cangzhou, and they were still half a day's journey away from Yanjing.

The messenger, who arrived in Beijing first, entered the city just before the gate, but did not enter any of the yamen, but went straight to a splendid mansion on West Chang'an Street...... I saw that the gate tower of Nadang Street was very spacious, and below it were the high five-step white jade steps, the four gates of vermilion lacquer, the mighty gatekeeper stone lion, and everywhere was the regulation of a very human minister.

At this time, it was getting dark, and the four gates were closed, only the big lantern with the word "Yanfu" on it was hanging high at the door, swaying slightly in the rising night wind.

This is the mansion of the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty, and the officials in the ordinary area have played here, and it is the civil official who got off the sedan chair and the military general who got off the horse, and he didn't even dare to breathe for the atmosphere, as for the ordinary people, they all took a detour directly. But the messenger ignored this, turned and dismounted, ran to the door, and took the knocker to the door.

The fierce and vicious door immediately came out of it, and just about to scold, he saw a bamboo tube with three chicken feathers stuck to his hand, and quickly closed his mouth and opened the door, welcoming him in.

Yan Mansion is as warm as spring in the palatial study, Yan Gelao, who has white hair, lies on the easy chair and squints and pretends to sleep, and a dignified middle-aged man sits on the brocade pier, pinching his feet for him lightly and heavily, a good scene of father and son's filial piety.

Beside Yan Song stood another middle-aged man with a fat figure, who was holding the battle report that had just been delivered, and reading it softly for the old man. This is Yan Shifan, the only son of Yan Ge Lao, the one who pinched his feet, is the same godson as Zhao Wenhua, and Yan Maoqing, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

"At this point, the three major battles are over, the officers and troops have destroyed more than 10,000 enemies, captured more than 2,000 people, and the bandit leader Chen Dong ......" Yan Shifan read for a quarter of an hour before reading this detailed battle report...... Even if His Majesty is still dissatisfied, he will suppress it. ”

Yan Song didn't speak, and Yan Maoqing, who pinched his feet, said softly: "Brother Donglou, if you are dissatisfied with this thing, you can't suppress it, and sooner or later it will still have an attack." ”

Yan Shifan's eyes widened, his left eye was cold, but his right eye was dim, and he scolded in a low voice: "Pinch your feet, what do you know?" ”

Yan Maoqing shrunk her neck and said with a smile: "I don't understand, I don't intervene." He really didn't say a word.

Yan Song slowly opened his eyes and said, "Yan Shifan, how can you talk to your brother like this?" ”

Yan Shifan's cheeks trembled, after all, he didn't have the courage to talk back to his father, so he had to arch his hand towards Yan Maoqing and said: "Brother Jingqing, I have this stinky temper, you don't know, I can't compensate you, don't forget to go in your heart." ”

Yan Maoqing smiled generously and said, "Family, how can you be so particular about speaking." ”

Yan Song bowed slightly: "Mao Qing is like a big brother." Then he closed his eyes and said no more.

I only heard Yan Shifan continue: "Our Majesty, although he is moody and likes to judge personal likes and dislikes the most, but he values his ancestors more than anything else, and if this great victory reaches his ears, it will inevitably create an illusion for him that he is the only one who calms the southeast. As he spoke, he slapped the good news on the table and said: "At that time, as long as Zhang Jing doesn't dig up the filial piety tomb in Nanjing, and toss out any moths, His Majesty will tolerate him." ”

Glancing at Yan Maoqing, who was bored and pinching his feet, Yan Shifan sneered implicitly: "Although it is inevitable to settle accounts after the autumn, the crops have already been cut, and only a piece of wheat straw is left, and we still toss a fart?" ”

Yan Maoqing said with a smile: "Brother Donglou is wise, it is the foolish brother who is dull, indeed, if you wait for the victory of the anti-Japanese war, Your Majesty will clean up Zhang Jing again, then it will not involve Xu Jie." ”

"That's right," Yan Shifan said with a smile: "You have finally opened your mind." Yan Maoqing hurriedly smiled and said, "It's all taught by Brother Donglou." ”

The two of them were chirping crookedly without nutrition, but when they heard Yan Ge Lao cough lightly, they immediately quieted down. Yan Song said softly: "Yan Shifan is right, if Zhang Jing is not overthrown this time, Xu Jie's position will be completely solid." As he spoke, he grabbed the armrests with both hands, and his voice turned cold and said, "Then Xu Huating will replace his father with his son, and it will not be far away!" ”

Yan Ge roared, he had set a policy, and all that remained was how to complete it. Yan Song is certainly an expert in framing design, but he is better than blue, his only son Yan Shifan is Taishan Beidou in the conspiracy world, and his wisdom has been vividly reflected in the long process of overthrowing the former Shoufu Xia Yan, and has completely won the trust of his father.

Therefore, Yan Ge's decisive actions after the seventies were mostly from Yan Shifan's planning, and Yan Song himself held the sky and held the helm, deciding whether to do this or not.

Yan Shifan stared at the letter in a daze for a long time, Yan Song pretended to sleep for a long time, and Yan Maoqing pinched his feet for a long time, not daring to disturb his train of thought.

Finally, with a burst of lights, Yan Shifan high-fived and laughed: "Yes, Dad, Zhang Jing is dead!" ”

Yan Ge Lao was already in a state of light sleep, and was startled by his shout, an old heart and liver trembled, and his face became pale, Yan Maoqing and Yan Shifan hurriedly stepped forward, and they stroked their chests and fed water, and then called the soul of the old Shoufu back, he scolded Yan Shifan angrily: "Bastard boy, you are shocked, you want to scare your father to death?" ”

Yan Shifan hurriedly knelt down for his father, slapped his two mouths fiercely, and even called himself Meng Lang. Yan Song's breath gradually evened out, leaned back on the back of the chair tiredly, and spit out a word: "Say." ”

"Oh......" Yan Shifan hurriedly thought about it, and said in a deep voice: "Actually, it's very simple, just credit the three battles and three victories in the name of Brother Meicun, and Zhang Jing will be finished." "Plum Village is Zhao Wenhua's number.

When Yan Song heard this, he shook his head without thinking about it and said: "No, Wenhua eats a few bowls of dry rice, Your Majesty still knows it, and he won't believe it." ”

"Dad, don't worry, listen to the child slowly." Yan Shifan stood up and said: "We can break down this credit, give the credit of supervising the battle to Brother Meicun, and then give the credit of commanding the battle to his sworn friend...... Hu Zongxian. He muttered in a low voice, "Cheap old boy." ”

As soon as he heard 'Hu Zongxian', Yan Song's old eyes lit up and said: "Well, this person's record is real, Shitang Bay is his first achievement, and Wang Jiangjing is also his first battle, he is indeed a talent." ”

Yan Shifan said softly: "Brother Meicun also praised this person in his heart, saying that he is a talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes. ”

"Is it available?" Yan Song said slowly.

"If you can get along well with Brother Meicun, you can naturally use it greatly." Yan Shifan's words were loud, but what he actually meant was...... What can satisfy Zhao Wenhua, a greedy and lustful guy, is definitely not the kind of clean official who does not leave a handle, and he is not afraid of disobedience when the time comes.

"I know this," Yan Song nodded and said: "Your Majesty's preconceived problem is very serious, since there is a prejudice against Zhang Jing in your heart, and the two statements are on the desk, you will still believe us." ”

Seeing that the old father slapped the board, Yan Shifan rubbed his hands excitedly and said: "Zhang Jing's recital should arrive early tomorrow morning, we have to write this Wenhua tonight, and send it together tomorrow at the right time." Saying that, he said to Yan Maoqing: "Brother Jingqing, it's time for you to show your skills." ”

Yan Maoqing smiled: "It's been itchy for a long time." So he took out three things from the bamboo tube sent by thousands of miles: a blank medallion, an official seal, and a customs guard. The inscription has been written on the outside of the blank chapter: 'Zhao Wenhua, the left servant of the Ministry of Ministers, the general political envoy, and the southeastern superintendent of the army, is hereby played. ’

Yan Maoqing sharpened the pen, dipped it in the tip of the pen and said, "Brother Donglou, please speak." ”

Yan Shifan lowered his eyes and said, "You write the nonsense yourself." ”

Yan Maoqing nodded, and wrote: "Minister Zhao Wenhua played Your Majesty's ......" and then said hello, hello, long live, long live, a total of more than 30 words, and said softly after writing: "You can start." ”

Yan Shifan nodded, cleared his throat and said: "Zhang Jing, the governor of the southeast, was afraid of the enemy at the beginning of his tenure and retreated to the city. As the minister saw with his own eyes, the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, thousands of miles of red land, and the people along the coast were like falling into hell. Weichen was ordered by Qin to look at the teacher, and he had tens of millions of people in his heart, and he was burned in five places, and he wanted to die of shame and indignation. Several times with the patrol of the imperial history Hu Zongxian, begged to see his governor Zhang Jing, begged him to plan for the Ming Dynasty and His Majesty, and sent troops to save the people from fire and water. Zhang Jing said: 'The southeast soldiers are not available, wait for me to drop the coyote soldiers to come', the ministers and others thought about it, Bi Wei did not take over for a long time, and he could still shirk the blame, so he put up with it for the time being. ”

"To the month of La, the flame of the Japanese is more and more blazing, only entrenched in the Shachuan Valley, Tuolin area, there are tens of thousands of people, the prosperity of the southeast can be seen, but the governor Zhang Jing, turned a blind eye, and the governor Li Tian pet the wine pond meat forest, drunk and dreamed of death, Ren Southeast has become a hell of ghosts crying wolves, can not slightly reduce the joy of the two people. Left and right or admonished, will be humiliated and reprimanded, and even belittled by the evil, the southeast civil and military are afraid of its silver might, dare not speak out, but also help its arrogance. He Zhang Jing once shouted to his ministers: 'Zhejiang is the old man's Zhejiang, Ruhuangkou Xiao'er dare to say more? At that time, there were many civil and military soldiers, and His Majesty could verify one or two. ”

"After the arrival of the soldiers in Guangxi and the arrival of the soldiers in Xiangxi, the ministers thought that they had no excuses, but Zhang Jing said: 'The guest soldiers have just arrived, and they will talk about it after a few months of cultivation.'" At this time, the Susong area was the most troubled, but nearly 100,000 people of the official army and the Turkish army were stationed in Jiahang, but they did not save it, because the people hated it. ”

(To be continued)