Among Yang Ling's pro-army guards, there were very few who knew Zhengde's identity, and he couldn't help but be very surprised when he saw the adults looking directly at a small colonel.

Liu Dabang, who had just become the guard of Yang Ling's pro-army, looked at the young and handsome little lieutenant, and then looked at the adult's straight eyes, and couldn't help but suddenly realize.

In the Ming Dynasty, the male style was very prosperous, it was considered to be fashionable, and no one rejected and despised it, the emperor and the princess, the famous and the talented, while accompanied by the beautiful women, most of them had soft and handsome male pets, usually as scholars, and at night they were frolicking in bed.

At that time, surname relations between people with the same surname were called "diplomacy", and surname relations between men and women were called "internal relations". Not only was it recognized by the morals, laws, customs, and habits of the time, but the favored children also enjoyed the same rights as the concubines.

Liu Dabang has long heard of this kind of upper-class social customs, seeing that Yang Dashuai and this little lieutenant with fine skin and tender flesh like a big girl have a warm expression, but Zhengde's walking posture at this time is a little cowardly, and he is even more furious when he sees it, it seems that this handsome little school must be a handsome male pet.

Liu Dabang touched his beard and couldn't help but secretly rejoice, thanks to his mother, he didn't kiss his grandmother and uncle, otherwise if he was a big man and looked down on by a handsome man, how awkward would it be?

Yang Ling didn't know that this humble subordinate still had such a rich sense of association, and he didn't care about what the guards who didn't know what to think, and when Zhengde came to his side, he immediately pulled him up and pulled him into the city tower, Yang Yiqing and Zhang Yong glanced at each other, and hurriedly followed.

Even if they doubled their brain capacity, they couldn't imagine that this fair-skinned young man was the great tomorrow and the current emperor.

The corner tower looks very simple from the outside, the inside is also divided into three rooms inside and outside, the outer room is said to be the place where the guests and command the battle, the middle is relatively empty, except for a huge map on the wall, there is nothing else in the middle of a large sand table, it is the place where Yang Yiqing, the general system of the three armies, and the generals discuss military affairs and formulate war strategies, and the inner room is his study and bedroom, Yang Ling pulled the Zhengde Emperor who did not touch the ground and rushed straight into the inner room, Yang Yiqing and Zhang Yong also followed in like a burning buttocks.

The generals had just followed up the city tower, and Yang Yiqing poked his head out of the middle hall and shouted: "The generals are waiting here, there will be important matters to discuss with the two envoys!" With that, he folded the thick felt curtain and slammed the door shut from the inside.

Not to mention the surprise of the generals outside, Yang Yiqing rushed to the inner room in the door, hurriedly knelt down to Zhengde, and said in a low voice: "Minister Yang Yiqing knocks to see the emperor."

Emperor Zhengde glanced at Yang Ling, and when he saw that he stretched his face and was silent, he couldn't help but smile. Although he has a surname, he is not a faint gentleman who doesn't know what to do, and he naturally understands Yang Ling's concern and worry about him, so he doesn't care about his face at all.

He sat on the chair that Yang Yiqing was used to, and said with a smile: "Get up, don't be polite here." Yang Yiqing hurriedly got up and said, "Your Majesty, why did you come here?" ”

Zhang Yongye's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, Your Majesty, you can scare the slaves to death, there are thousands of troops and horses outside just now, and the Tartars are not as good as the Yuan army back then, and there is no heavy artillery available in their hands, otherwise in case", he couldn't help but be clever and fight a cold war when he said this.

Zhengde smiled and said: "Here it is again, I know that I am tied to the world, and I should cherish my body for the world, but everything is too much, the Great Khan of the Tartars can personally go on the horse to fight on the battlefield, and I don't even have the courage to watch the enemy at the head of the city?" What kind of emperor do you want me to be? ”

Although these words were a joke, the blame in the words was very heavy, and Zhang Yong didn't dare to say anything more when he heard it. Seeing this, Yang Ling was about to speak again, but Zhengde saw that he had already jumped up, strode to the middle hall, and looked at the big sand table with mountains, rivers, grasslands and deserts and admired it.

Yang Ling had no choice but to follow this side, Yang Yiqing hurriedly walked beside him, and hurriedly whispered: "My God, why did the emperor follow?" What did the emperor do when he came to Datong? My Lord Yang, please hurry up and invite the emperor back to Beijing, as soon as I saw the emperor, I was so scared that my hands and feet were cold, and I almost fainted, the emperor is here, I can't even fight."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly, but he didn't know where to start for a while. Zhengde stood in front of the sand table with his hands in his hands, observed carefully for a moment, and happily praised: "Okay, good detailed terrain, topography, and landform!" Knowing the other, winning a hundred battles, speaking of the town passes of the Ming Dynasty, everyone is like a treasure.

But for the old enemy of the Tatars, we only know that they are divided into six alliances and the general terrain, one is more specific, nothing more than a large area of the Gobi and the grassland, this sand table even the river is marked, if the Tatar in the grassland, this map alone is worth 100,000 troops, what does Yang Qing think? ”

Zhengde's impulsive and playful surname has confused many people, so that many Su Confucians secretly feel sorry for the Son of Heaven who does not learn and have no skills, but ignore the little emperor's attainments in Buddhism, music and the art of war, although he is still in the stage of talking about the art of war, but it does not mean that he does not have the corresponding knowledge, a detailed combat map, especially such a detailed map of the mountains, rivers, meadows, swamps and swamps in unfamiliar areas, its role is not limited to 100,000 troops.

Yang Ling had no time to answer Yang Yiqing, nodded hurriedly and smiled: "What the emperor said is very true, always passively waiting for the Tatars to invade the door, no matter how strong the pass, no matter how dangerous the Great Wall will always be breached, the Great Wall has been built since the Qin period, although it is not useless, after all, the example of dynasties, the barbarian invasion of Middle-earth is still endless. Find out the details of them, and one day say that it is right to replace defense with offense and completely eliminate the tiger next to the couch."

Zhengde high-fived and said, "It's exactly what I want, Mr. Yang, is this what your scout painted?" Deserve a big reward! ”

Yang Yiqing glanced at Yang Ling and said: "Back to the emperor, this is the secret spy of the inner factory who used leather goods, tea and horse business as bait, traveled all over the desert, drew a map and hid it under the saddle and brought it back.

"Oh?" Zhengde was a little surprised, he happily said to Yang Ling: "I can't see it, I can't see it, I still think that the inner factory will only make me money, well, it's a good job, it's a hundred times stronger than the secret spy of Jinyi Wei."

Yang Ling vaguely remembered this incident, when Wu Jie forwarded the map to him, he was indeed happy for a while, but at that time, the development of muskets in the inner factory had just achieved results, and his attention was all on it, and it was impossible for the Ming Dynasty to attack Tatar for a while, so he ordered Wu Jie to archive a copy and copy a copy of the military department, and he didn't expect that Liu Daxia had already sent it to the border pass.

He looked at the map intently, and the passes along the Ming army were marked, but three-quarters of the whole sand table was a desert steppe, and now the Ming army was defending, the Tatars were attacking, and the army was only a hundred miles away.

When Yang Ling thought of this, his heart couldn't help but move, and a faint thought came to him. Yang Yiqing finished answering Zhengde's question at this time, and persuaded bitterly: "Your Majesty, you need to decide all major affairs in the world, without you sitting in Beijing, once the news comes out, the people will be uneasy, and the minister thinks that the emperor should return to Beijing as soon as possible."

Zhengde waved his hand and said: "I'm not busy, I also have a big thing to do here, if this matter is successful, it is worth 500,000 soldiers, hehe, turn around and ask Yang Qing to tell you to listen." By the way, what did you say Miao Kui did? ”

As soon as he mentioned this matter, Yang Yiqing's face became solemn, and he stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, because you want to rush before Boyan Mengke can withdraw from the army, the time is urgent, and the report is sent to the capital, and then after the ministers have discussed it, it will take more than half a month to come and go, and the opportunity is fleeting, and the minister has ordered the army to go out."

Since the emperor has secretly come to Datong, presumably the minister's recital has not yet been received, and the minister will play it to the emperor again." He licked his lips, pointed to the sand table and said: "Tatar has suffered a blizzard this year, and Boyan Mengke has the heart to avenge his son, so he coerced all the alliances and departments to invade the Central Plains, and 70,000 iron horsemen are already all the elite soldiers on the grassland.

In the past, it was a great victory to defeat the invading enemy and drive him out of the pass, but the minister thought that the annihilation of 10,000 enemies at our border pass was not as great as the invasion of the enemy's homeland, and the killing of 100 enemies in his home was a great blow to the hearts of his army and the people.

Yang Yiqing glanced at Yang Ling approvingly, and said: "Lord Yang's internal factory has been extremely effective in its activities outside the customs, and the information has been sent in a steady stream, and Weichen knows it in his heart, so he dares to boldly set this plan."

"Your Majesty, look", Yang Yiqing pointed to the undulating grassland map, and Zhengde, Yang Ling, and Zhang Yong all stared at the place where he pointed his finger. "This is the Xilin Gol League, the Chahar League, the Yilhuli League, the Erya Fan League, the Erwanna League, and the Zhelimu League, and the place where this small cyan flag is located is the Zhaowuda League."

Yang Yiqing said with great ambition: "It is a taboo in the army to send a lone army deep behind enemy lines, but according to the information we have obtained, this time the Tatar elite soldiers poured out, and the rear was extremely empty, and the rest of each alliance were old and weak, women and children, and there were very few soldiers left behind to fight."

The Tatars live in vain, without cities, and even if they knew that their camps were empty, they could not find their location in the vast steppe desert, but now that they have accurate information, and then according to a detailed map, they have drawn a retreat route in advance, and arranged for the army to meet them at any time, and this risk is worth the risk."

Zhang Yong gasped and said movingly: "General Yang sent a lone army to fight behind enemy lines? ”

Yang Yiqing bowed his head and said: "Yes, a light cavalry, a group of 5,000 people, completely for the purpose of destruction, not for the duty of killing and poking. This lone army will not be supported or supplied by us, and they will have to plunder food and grass from the Tatar tribes to feed the war.

The Tatars are brave and good at fighting, but their tribes in the steppes far behind have no fighting power at all, and my order is to kill as few old and weak women and children as possible, who are alive to be a burden to our allies, Boyan Mengke, but to destroy everything for them as much as possible.

In the month of September and October, the Tartars began to cut and store up a great deal of fodder, and in the winter they fed their cattle and sheep, and in the winter they fed their cattle and sheep, and my command was: to eat their cattle and sheep, to burn their fodder, and to sweep them through their steppe like locusts.

The nomads regard the looting as a matter of course, believing that when Boyan can return to the grassland, unless he can come up with enough food to relieve the victims of the various tribes, there will be smoke all over the inside, even if he can't suppress it! ”

After listening to this, Yang Ling glanced at this Confucian general, Yang Yiqing's thin black face was murderous, and his expression seemed a little hideous under the butter lamp, Yang Ling couldn't help but secretly praise: "What a scum in Sven, a hooligan among famous generals!" ”

Zhengde was stunned for a long time, suddenly took a long breath, and asked, "You decided this battle strategy?" ”

Yang Yiqing didn't know what the emperor wanted, after all, although this tactic could greatly reduce the pressure on the Ming army, even if the Ming army did not take the initiative to attack the Tatars, as long as they were ready to wait for the Tatars not to take advantage, they could sit back and watch the Tatar civil strife, and at least they could keep the border people safe for three years, but there were always some too scoundrels and dry heavenly peace, so it has not been said who came up with the battle strategy.

At this time, he peeked at the emperor's calm expression, not like angry, with the little emperor's impulsive surname, if he was really dissatisfied, I am afraid that he would have shown it a long time ago, so he boldly said: "Back to the emperor, this is the method that Wang Shouren, the deputy general of the minister, came up with after receiving the detailed information of the inner factory."

The ministers and the generals of the army worked together to refine and perfect it, and for the sake of safety, they were required to have only twenty days for the whole operation, and when the letter for help reached Boyan, and the Mongol army returned for help, they had returned according to the predetermined route."

Yang Ling smiled and praised: "What a desperate plan to oppose customers and go up to the house!" ”

He is the first favorite minister of Zhengde, he opened his mouth to praise, Yang Yiqing was relieved, and said with a smile: "No matter how good this plan is, there must be accurate and detailed information from adults, otherwise these 5,000 people and horses will be like meat buns beating dogs, and if they are thrown into the vast snowfield, I am afraid that a tribe will not find it, and they will starve to death and freeze there."

Zhengde was stunned for a long time, suddenly sighed softly, shook his head slightly, Yang Yiqing's heart sank, and he said with a slight embarrassment: "The minister also knows that this plan is ruthless, and it is a loss of benevolence and harmony of the heavenly dynasty."

Before he finished speaking, Zhengde had already sighed: "It's a pity, it's a pity that the 70,000 Tartar army is still in front of the pass, they can only ride out lightly, without burden, otherwise they should really take the princes and princesses of the Mongolian nobles back as eunuchs and palace maids."

Yang Yiqing was stunned for a moment, looking at the shameless Emperor Mingzi who was more shameless than him, and muttered speechlessly, wanting to flatter him, but the words praising the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors for the Virtuous King seemed to be out of place.

Emperor Zhengde, who had been thinking about banditry, was still shaking his head regretfully, and Yang Ling couldn't help but smile and asked, "General Yang, how many days has the army set off now?" Who is leading the team? ”

"Huh? Oh oh", Yang Yiqing has always been worried that he has not experienced the cruelty of blood and fire, and the little emperor who has only studied the sage articles under the teaching of the great Confucian, who is full of poetry and books, will not take this ploy seriously, and only woke up after listening to Yang Ling's questioning.

He hurriedly replied: "It's been nine days since I left, and Vice General Wang wanted to lead the team in person, but Gonggong Miao was ashamed of the disadvantage of supervising the army, and he had a negative will, so he insisted on waving the army in person, in order to redeem the merits, so he sent the general Xu Tai to set off with him with 5,000 elite soldiers."

Yang Ling was slightly stunned, and then understood Miao Kui's intentions. Miao Kui is not as good as Liu Jin and Zhang Yong, these people have watched the prince grow up since childhood, and they have great feelings for each other, and Emperor Zhengde is not a prince of widowhood, and he attaches great importance to personal affection, so unless he commits a great crime of rebellion, Zhengde will never snub them.

And Miao Kui is different, he is the favorite of the first emperor, and Zhengde has no personal friendship, like Qiu Ju, Wei Bin, these eight tigers who did not get the power, he has been coveting his position as the commander of the Xichang factory, this time the command of the troops is not good, if these people go back into some slander, not only can not get the merits, but even the vested power will be lost, so they are ruthless with the army to go on an adventure.

The original Spanish sea robbers, who were frustrated in the civil strife, were earls and generals, who ran to the sea to venture out and seek a new way out.

"Xu Tai?" Zhengde thought for a while and said with a smile: "Is it Xu Tai, the martial champion of the seventeenth year of Hongzhi?" I was the prince when I was in the martial arts, and I went to watch the battle in the field of micro-service, this person is very good at martial arts, and he is also very proficient in military books and strategies. ”

Yang Yiqing listened to Yang Ling's secret discussion with Duoyan Sanwei, and he didn't persuade the emperor to return to Beijing again and again, but after he sent 5,000 soldiers and horses to personally send Yang Ling and others back to Datong, he immediately galloped back and urgently summoned Wang Shouren, who had returned to Qingniu Pass. Discuss changing the strategy and transfer heavy troops to guard the outer passes of Datong, after all, no matter how great the military exploits are, it is not as good as protecting the emperor thoroughly.

Wang Shouren heard that the Boyan Khan had transferred his heavy troops to the area of Pingshun and Huguan, and was worried that they would take advantage of the situation to break away from the main battlefield and return to the Mongolian steppe.

Yang Yiqing didn't think about it, and immediately refuted it. The news that the emperor is here, before the alliance with Duoyan Sanwei, the fewer people who know, the better, although he knows that Wang Shouren is absolutely reliable and is his own confidant, Yang Yiqing did not dare to tell him the true news, so Wang Shouren is very confused about Yang Yiqing's strategy.

However, he not only admired Yang Yiqing, but also sincerely respected this Shangguan, and after pondering for a while, he proposed to personally lead an army to follow the army of Boyan Khan.

Yang Yiqing weighed for a moment and nodded in agreement, and ordered Datong General Lu Gang, guerrilla general Fan Shi, and Wang Shouren's troops, totaling 18,000 people, to rush to the aid of Pingshun and Huguan, thinking that they would respond.

Zhengde fulfilled his wish and returned to the Datong Post House to settle down a lot, after this incident, Yang Ling did not dare to be careless, and accompanied him in the post house all day, waiting for Wu Hanchao to bring back the news from outside the customs.

For fear of Xiao Zhengde being depressed in the post house, the troupe was wrapped, a performance is three days, this grass head team is still a little famous in the local area, not only singing, but also some juggling circus, I heard that the guests of the banquet on behalf of the princess entered the door, and the palace sang everywhere, and invited a total of nine troupes of all sizes to sing in the mansion, and this troupe was also invited, but they could only sing in the courtyard of the second courtyard of the palace, and they were not qualified to enter the courtyard of the deep palace.

The play that is sung today is the story of the Yang family, the Yang family will resist Liao in the past, leaving many legends here, the people continue to enrich and process, and derive many interesting stories, and one of the songs today is She Lao Taijun with a group of Yang female generals to go on the expedition, but there is a young man in front of the battle who will recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, saying that he is the son of Qi Niang Du Jin'e.

Du Jin'e and Yang Qilang only had a one-night husband and wife in the past, and never said that they had a son, which aroused the suspicion of the concubines for a while.

In the past, she was indeed pregnant, and she met a soldier on the way to find Yang's house, and she had a fetal gas during the battle, and gave birth to a son in the reeds, but she put her son in the reeds, and she endured the pain and got on the horse to fight again, and came back after killing the soldiers, but she didn't see her son, and she was taken by a wolf, and she cried and left, and this heartache was not mentioned to the old lady.

At that time, the opera troupe was all men pretending to be women, and the prosperity of the male style was that the sea ship was not allowed to carry women, so the male style in Fujian was the most prosperous, and the other reason was that the men who played the Tsing Yi Hua Dan in the opera troupe were all men, all dressed up charmingly, with extremely romantic gestures, pink faces and beaded lips, lined with that pair of peach blossom eyes, it is no wonder that many men flock to it.

The actor who played Du Jinmoth on the stage was wearing a red phoenix robe, his body was as soft as a wicker, singing playfully, and he flew towards the audience, causing a bang among the guards outside. In the past two days of watching the play, Zhengde took the lead in shouting at every turn, and brought his own soldiers to damage, and these inner guards did not have the same restrained and serious appearance when they were in the palace.

Yang Ling was by Zhengde's side, and his heart fluttered when he was flattered by the eyes, and he couldn't help but say secretly: "This professional is different, this flattering eyes are floating, compared to He Da Beauty, who changed her surname, if she stays in modern times, she is a big star."

On stage, the actor who played Du Jin Moth held the blood book, and was crying to the son who played the young general of the city opposite, crying about his longing, the voice was clear and pleasant, and he could hear it clearly on and off the stage, and it seemed that he had really practiced singing.

The actor who played the old lady came up to the stage tremblingly, sighed and said: "My old woman is only a widow of the Yang family, and none of this man is gone, hehe, this is good, I don't dare to love my daughters-in-law to throw it away."

There was another burst of laughter in the audience, and Zhengde looked back at Yang Ling and smiled: "Yang Qing, I heard that you are the descendant of the Yang family general, I don't know which one the ancestor is, could it be that this young general was thrown away?" ”

Although Yang Ling didn't know whether his genealogy was true or false, he knew that the Yang family was prosperous and full of children and grandchildren, and he had never joked about the situation of widows and few men.

The stage staged the drama of recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors, Yang Ling took half a step back from the chair behind the curtain, sat there with Zhengde to watch the play, and quietly walked into a fanzi guard behind him, and gently signaled to Yang Ling.

Yang Ling understood, got up and whispered a few words to Zhengde, and then walked out, Yang Ling came to the corridor of the hall, and asked that person anxiously: "How is it, but there is news from outside the gate?" ”

Nafanzi said in a low voice: "My lord, it's not that there is news outside the border, but a letter from the army that has sent you a letter from the army."

Yang Ling couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard this, what happened at home? The young lady is pregnant, isn't she her? Thinking of this, Yang Ling's heart couldn't help but pound.

Han Youniang's surname is introverted and subtle, no matter how much she misses him, she would rather wait for him to come back, enter the boudoir and greedily hug him for a one-night stand, but when he goes out, Han Youniang is ashamed to write a letter to express her affection, if she has a letter, something big should happen at home.

Yang Ling hurriedly tore open the seal and pulled out the letterhead, but saw that there was still a sealed letter in the letter, which also said Yang Ling's personal enlightenment, he felt strange in his heart, first opened the letter to see, and saw that the handwriting was the handwriting of the young lady, the letter only said that everything was fine at home, and asked him to go out, pay attention to food and clothing, stuff the war is tight, and pay attention to the guards when entering and leaving, etc., all of them are ordinary things, and do not bring out a little lingering and coquettish taste in the letter.

At the end of the letter, he received a secret letter from Jinling Ma Li'er Nursery Factory, because it was Yang Ling's personal opening, the young lady did not dare to move, so someone handed it over to Yun, and it brought a little jealousy here.

Yang Ling's heart warmed, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but smile.

He thought about it for a while, according to the distance from which the letter was sent, when Ma Li'er asked someone to send the letter, Cheng Qiyun should not have arrived in Jinling, Ma Li'er did not receive the gift sent by Cheng Qiyun, so she sent a letter first, but did she miss herself?

Yang Ling's heart fluttered, and he unexpectedly remembered the extremely beautiful and boundless spring under the red maple tree, and the envelope seemed to have a faint fragrance on the body of the pity, and it was also an illusion? The little goblin who is soft to the bones and fascinates people and doesn't lose their lives.

Tear open the letter again, gently unfold the letter, and a line of words jumped into view: "Lord Husband is above, please worship your son." ”

Yang Ling looked at it and smiled, this is really different, the unruly wild horse is now well-behaved and docile, and he knows how to pay three respects to himself.

Looking down further, Yang Ling's smile froze suddenly: "Yang Ling, you are so amazing!" What a majesty! It's amazing! Soon there will be a little pity or a little Yang Ling will be born, call you daddy, are you happy, my adult? Li'er really wants to wait two years to see her husband again, but if God wills this, what can the husband say?

Whether the adult wants to think of a clever plan to take the concubine forward, or let the concubine take medicine to knock out the descendants of the Yang family, and listen to her husband's arrangement. By the way, Guan Guan Gongzi is so obsessed with Pian'er, it's really annoying.

Another: It seems that someone has a secret illness, so he brought a beautiful doctor to Jiangnan, and this case will be retried later. ”

Shocking event, but it was a nonchalant tone, playful, proud, and a little banter, Yang Ling stood there stupidly, only to hear the drama on the other side singing faintly: "Poor my son, this farewell for more than ten years, my mother is secret, I don't know how many nights of tears wet clothes."

(To be continued)