Chapter 62: The South Wind Rises (Part II)
The south wind passed through the hall, and the water vapor that had been curling straight up shifted its direction.
Ye Yingwu picked up the teacup, took a sip decently, and greeted the sunlight that sprinkled into the study, this twenty-year-old young man who had just ascended to the high position of Xing Zhijun kept looking at the trees outside the door, thoughtful.
Just now, the matter of expanding the army and sending troops in the council hall was decided at the same time, and many generals hurriedly returned to reorganize the army, and the three civilian officials came together as expected.
Wen Tianxiang stood on the table next to Ye Yingwu, splashed ink, and in a moment he had already written the letter to the princes in charge of Jiangnan West Road, while the ink was not dry, Wen Tianxiang looked at it carefully twice, and saw Ye Yingwu waving his hand at him, so he no longer handed the letter to Ye Yingwu, and a herald from the Hundred Battles Capital was already waiting on the side.
"Quickly send it to Longxing Mansion to pacify the envoy yamen, there must be no mistake." Wen Tianxiang admonished again, and the herald hurriedly turned around and left after receiving the order.
Lu Xiufu and Xie Fangde remained silent, just swept their eyes around Ye Yingwu, who didn't look nervous at all, as if they wanted to see whether the young and vigorous envoy had really considered whether the order to expand the army by 25,000 and go south to Tongshan had really been considered.
Ye Yingwu didn't seem to notice at all, including the afterglow of Wen Tianxiang's eyes, that the three civil officials were staring at him as if they were nothing, but took another sip of tea casually, and said loudly: "Where is Yang Bao?" β
Yang Bao, who was standing outside the door, saw the various small movements of the three civil officials clearly, and knew what these civil officials who took the four words "Wenchen Death Advice" as their motto came here to do something, but they could only go in first.
Ye Yingwu seemed to realize that there were three talented civil officials around him, and glanced at Lu Xiufu and Xie Fangde, who were sitting precariously, before he said lightly: "Several benevolent brothers are all people who are rich and rich, and the Imperial City Division and the Walking Horse bear γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»."
Ye Yingwu hadn't finished speaking, Wen Tianxiang and the others gasped at the same time, and their faces became a little unnatural, and although the Imperial City Division and Walking Horse Bearing were not as well-known among the people as Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, Yang Bao, an old soldier, still knew the inside story, especially the organization that Walking Horse Bearing was originally used to monitor his superior generals.
"A certain decision was made to transfer an elite army from this Jute Battle to form a detective post and report yamen belonging to the Tianwu Army." Ye Yingwu's words were amazing, whether it was Yang Bao or the three civil officials below, the expressions on their faces were a little sluggish, you must know that the Imperial City Division and the Walking Horse should bear this type of yamen institution should be owned by a court, isn't Ye Yingwu's move tantamount to announcing his independence? What's more, this small group, which had just been linked together through the Great War, was still extremely fragile and could not devote a considerable part of its energy to dealing with its own people at this time.
It seemed that he had expected them to have this kind of expression, Ye Yingwu smiled bitterly: "This yamen is divided into three, one is responsible for fighting the military and political situation of Northern Mongolia and is named 'Jinyiwei', the other is responsible for spying on the imperial court policy and named 'Six Gates', and the last one is responsible for protecting the Tianwu Army, the two Huai Water Divisions and the officials of the entire Jiangnan West Road and their families, so they will directly expand the Hundred Battles Capital, I don't know what you think?" β
Not to censor ourselves? The three civil officials looked at each other, not expecting that this notorious yamen was external, and they could only nod slowly at the moment. And Yang Bao was even more overjoyed, what did he represent as the head of this yamen, on behalf of Ye Yingwu who handed over the most core, most confidential and most stressful task of the entire Tianwu Army to him, how could Yang Bao, who was just a depressed old man not long ago, not be happy?
It is an affirmation and absolute trust in his abilities.
"In this way, Zhang Cheng is cautious and meticulous, and he is responsible for the 'six doors', not seeking to be able to influence the court, but only to be able to pass on the latest and fastest news, and to give every traitor in the court to death." Ye Yingwu then ordered, the indifference in his tone had dissipated completely, replaced by solemnity and determination, "In this battle, Zhang Shun commanded five hundred new soldiers, stable but not chaotic, and suppressed the position of the Chinese army, which can be of great use, so let Zhang Shun take the position of the commander of Zhang Chengtian's martial army, what do you think?" β
The three of them glanced at each other, and then replied in unison: "Xia Guan thinks it's okay." β
Wen Tianxiang continued: "This time, the Tianwu Army has expanded to 25,000 people, and it should be divided into five compartments, but after all, the imperial court should still be called four compartments on the surface, so it is better to draw elite soldiers and strong generals from the new and old soldiers, and all of them will be placed under the command of General Yang." β
"Yes, this matter will be implemented quickly, but Yang Bao, you have to remember that Jinyiwei needs not only powerful mountain-shaking warriors, but also soldiers who are proficient in various doorways, and tell every Jinyiwei that Jinyiwei is a bayonet hidden in the dark night, and a fearless warrior who is born to be surrounded." Ye Yingwu nodded, Jiang Tie, the head of the hundred battles, was loyal and brave but had little strategy, and he could be regarded as making the best use of the commander of a hundred battles, but now there was a top priority Jinyi Guard, but he didn't know where to find a suitable commander.
Wen Tianxiang and the others are all smart people, where do they still not understand why Ye Yingwu held a teacup and muttered for a long time, Lu Xiufu stood up and said: "Qi Yu envoy, my subordinates think that in this battle of jute, General Ma coordinated the food and armor, although it has been rainy for several days, General Ma is not chaotic in the face of danger, and the dispatch is well-organized, this 'Jinyi Guard' is the commander of the position, it is better to hand it over to General Ma." β
"The lower official seconded the proposal." Xie Fang had to stand up.
With a wry smile, Ye Yingwu also knew that he really didn't have any other talents in his hands who could still take the shot, so he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but Lu Xiufu was right, if it wasn't for Ma Tingyou's desperate efforts to mobilize grain, grass and money in the battle of jute, I am afraid that the Tianwu Army and the Anji Army would not be able to gain a firm foothold at the foot of Macheng.
"But General Ma's job γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»γ»," Wen Tianxiang said with a little worry.
The expressions on the faces of the rest of the people changed, and they were silent.
Everyone knows that once Ma Tingyou moves to the leadership of Jinyiwei, the best choice to replace him is Guo Chang, not to mention that this is the Yanei in the Yanei who did his best to assist Ma Tingyou in this war, plus on the eve of the army, he rushed back to Longxing Mansion to urge food, which made Guo Chang's aura not necessary at all.
But this father in the ya, is Guo Huai, Guo Huai used to be Jia Yidao's person, although now he has to fall to this side because the handle fell into Jiang Wanli's hands, but who can be sure that Guo Huai is really wholeheartedly, after all, he is in Cao Ying's heart and Han, once he has made a meritorious service, he can also make up for it and let Jia Yidao let him go.
Let such a wall-headed grass father's son dominate the grain and grass of the entire Tianwu Army, who can guarantee that the chain will not fall off at a critical time?
After hesitating for a long time, Ye Yingwu sighed softly, there was no one under him, and he handed over his lifeline to a person who couldn't figure out what he was thinking, even if he had always been bold, he couldn't think of this determination, but he immediately remembered another person: "In this way, Tingyou's position will first let General Su help supervise it, and transfer Guo Chang to Jinyiwei, Ma Tingyou and Guo Chang cooperate well, good people will do it to the end." β
Wen Tianxiang nodded slowly, although Su Liuyi supervised the grain and grass a little nondescript, but this is also a helpless choice, heroes are born in troubled times, where is this hero of the Great Song Dynasty?
"In addition, Brother Song Rui, I bother you to use your pen and ink to ask Master Shizun to send a few disciples to solve the urgent need." Ye Yingwu suddenly remembered one thing again, that is, there were indeed few civil officials under his command, and he had also noticed that Xie Fang, who was left behind, had always been a little pale, and the dark circles under his eyes had also boiled out, presumably he was not feeling well in the rear these days, and it was necessary to send a few more deputies to this pillar loyal minister.
After all, the Duchang Jiang family is known as the "Three Kunyu" and "Twelve Zhai", even if the three old guys don't move, a few sons and nephews are still okay, after all, in the real history, these twelve Jiang family men have also dedicated their lives to the Great Song Dynasty and Huaxia in various ways, and they are all out-and-out hot-blooded good men.
At least you don't have to worry about them stabbing you in the back.
After all, Wen Tianxiang is Jiang Wanli's disciple, and he did not express any dissatisfaction with the Jiang family's sons and nephews entering the relatively independent small system of the Tianwu Army in large quantities, but Xie Fangde, who had no intersection with Jiang Wanli's party, and Lu Xiufu, who was already in the Li Tingzhi shogunate with Jiang Wanli's party, naturally felt a little uncomfortable.
But they also knew that for the increasingly large small group of the Tianwu Army, this was a measure that had to be taken, and only by forming a healthy competition with a few small groups under the leadership of Ye Yingwu could the entire small group develop at a more rapid speed.
How could Ye Yingwu not expect that Lu Xiufu and Xie Fangde had thousands of thoughts turning in their hearts, but Ye Yingwu had already vaguely prepared to be a superior person, and it had been several months since he came to this crumbling Song Dynasty seven hundred years ago, so for these celebrities who have been famous through the ages, Ye Yingwu no longer has a look of admiration, so for the eyes and thoughts of his subordinates, Ye Yingwu is still very skilled and pretends not to see it.
In his previous life, Lao Tzu didn't know what was called human heart and what intrigue was, so he would double the compensation in this life.
The south wind passed through the doors and windows, and swept past everyone, whether they were unknown or unknown in history, and whatever thoughts and decisions they had in their hearts, they would eventually become the mainstay of the day when the sky fell.
Wen Tianxiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Xiufu and Xie Fangde beside him.
The south wind, the south wind is gradually rising, and the world will change.
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Lu Xiufu's face had never been so heavy and serious, even those old servants of the Lu family who had been in the Lu Mansion since he was young did not dare to come forward to disturb him at this time, but quietly followed behind his own office, walking through the pavilions and high walls, until a beautiful shadow accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind came to his face.
The servants of the Lu family have already dodged to both sides very familiarly, in this mansion that Ye Yingwu specially assigned to Lu Xiufu, the little lady of the Lu family is definitely a princess, even Lu Xiufu himself subconsciously let her score three points, no one knows what kind of pressure and worry these female dependents who are suffering in the rear are undergoing in their hearts.
"Brother." The little lady of the Lu family was overjoyed, and immediately called out reservedly.
Lu Xiufu barely squeezed out a smile on his gloomy face and nodded.
"Why doesn't my brother look happy today? Is there something unpleasant going on in the council hall? The little lady of the Lu family knew that Lu Xiufu was kind and pleasant on weekdays, and this kind of expression today was indeed rare in the world, so she just asked cautiously.
"Ahem." Lu Xiufu coughed twice, "It's okay, just a little tired." β
"That's good, that brother should pay attention to his body." The little lady of the Lu family did not notice Lu Xiufu's cover-up, nodded, and a fragrant breeze drifted by, and there was no one in front of Lu Xiufu.
Lu Xiufu subconsciously rolled his eyes, and then looked up into the distance, the green mountains were heavy, and the white walls were high, blocking the view. Lu Xiufu naturally knows very well that his sister is too simple, like a piece of white paper that has not been stained with ink.
It's just that in this era when the sky is about to fall, without the help of others, can she go on? Lu Xiufu is a person who has crawled through this troubled world, and naturally knows that with the power of the Lu family in Zhenjiang, it is even difficult to protect himself, let alone a weak woman. It's time to find a husband she can rely on.
Lu Xiufu subconsciously set his eyes in the opposite direction of Qingshan.
Rows of trees line the tall white walls, blocking the view. I can't see those pavilions behind the trees, but Lu Xiufu knows that in that pavilion, he is the most suitable person, Ye Yingwu is like a rising star, bringing endless hope to the Lu family in Zhenjiang that is becoming more and more decaying, but I don't know what the attitude of those elders in the clan will be.
Ye Yingwu, Ye Yingwu, this southeast sky is tilting, can you really get it back?
All the servants of the Lu family stood quietly behind Lu Xiufu, and no one dared to disturb their own ya, looking at the backyard of the Ye Mansion and silent.
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Ye Yingwu didn't know what was going on in Lu Xiufu's heart, and even if he knew, he probably didn't have any interest in caring about this, and this group of civil officials who were born to intrigue and the military attachΓ©s who knew how to shout and kill got along well for a morning, of course, the so-called morning was counted from the three poles of the sun, and the dignified Ye Yuanjun had already unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat, coupled with the gusts of south wind blowing in his face, the wide robe sleeves that should have played a role in ventilation were unexpectedly clinging to his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.
The blue waves below the corridor reflect the summer lotus and the weeping willows, and when Ye Yingwu left, the lotus flowers with sharp corners were still small lotus, and at this time they were already in full bloom, exuding a faint fragrance in the air, even the hot and humid south wind could not stop this refreshing refreshment.
The bell was already waiting under the corridor with a few maidservants, and when he saw Ye Yingwu striding over, he hurriedly greeted him, looking at the beads of sweat on the forehead of Ye Daguan, the bell suddenly realized that he had not ordered people to prepare the fragrant soup for bathing, and he was stunned there at that time, at a loss.
"How?" Ye Yingwu watched this big girl, who had always been clever and generous, suddenly become submissive, and couldn't help but ask casually.
Bell Qiao's face turned red, and it was difficult to speak: "Enlighten the envoy, the slave forgot to prepare the fragrant soup for bathing, and please make the gentleman forgive the sin." β
Ye Yingwu rolled his eyes, it was like a basin of hot water splashed in the summer. That's called a whole body "refreshment". At this moment, the pond under the nine-curved promenade on the side was blowing with the south wind. Young Master Ye, who had never swam wildly in his previous life, blinked, and then untied his clothes in front of several maids.
The bell snorted in a low voice, and hurriedly took a few maids to bow their heads and retreat, even if they vaguely understood that their own envoy Jun wanted to jump into the water, but several maids did not have the courage to watch Ye Yingwu take off his clothes shamelessly.
"Hurry up and report to the lady." The bell hurriedly commanded, and then stood by the side.
With a loud "plop" sound, Ye Yuanjun was only wearing a pair of shorts, swimming happily in the water, and the layers of water waves splashed white foam with the lapping of his arms, as if breaking the barrier between history and the future.
Ye Yingwu was not shy at all to swim in the waterhole seven hundred years ago, and instead of dodging, several goldfish in the water came forward, as if they thought that the people in the water could also bring them delicious bait on weekdays.
When his whole body was soaked in this cool water, Ye Yingwu suddenly found that he was so close to the changed era seven hundred years ago, and the first time he was close was within reach. Everything was like a dream, and the cold water told him that the dream was real.
The south wind ripples and ripples on the arms.
This era, this era when the south wind is gradually rising and the sky is about to fall, will definitely belong to the era of my Ye Yingwu, and it will belong to the era of all those who still have the heart of a child.
Years later, I wonder if I'll feel the same way.
Have you ever remembered that when you hit the water in the middle of the stream, the waves curb the flying boat?