Chapter 600: The Crepe (Page 1/1)

Yong Wangye, who was sitting on the big chair, leaned back against the pillow, crossed his legs, and didn't raise his eyelids, so he sneered.

This son, he can't beat it, and he can't raise it.

The saint also leaned back, and his eyes fell on the Yongwang Lord.

Just looking at the sitting posture, the two of them are indeed brothers, and they dare to be so unparticular in the imperial study, except for this bastard brother of the same mother, there is no second one in the world.

Of course, Prince Yong rarely came to the imperial study, he was used to being idle all day, and he would never come here to ask for trouble.

Even if they come, they are respectful, although they are brothers, they are also monarchs and ministers, and they must have the proportions they should have.

Today's situation is purely because Sun Ke, a stinky boy, is angry.

The saint lives others with himself, and after thinking about it for a while, can he not be angry? If he was Sun Ke's father, he would have let him go out and kneel.

But whether it is the father or the emperor's uncle, there is no way to take Sun Ke, the cold is really rushed out to kneel, and within a quarter of an hour, the one in the mercy palace will personally come over to scold the two sons.

The saint took a deep breath, and finally held back the idea of teaching Sun Ke a lesson, only scolded a few words, and then asked their father and son to go back to the house to reflect on themselves.

There was silence in the imperial study, and the saint closed his eyes for a while, and ordered: "Go, let Shao Fangde check how that person scolded." ”

Han Gonggong answered.

In less than an hour, Shao Fangde handed over the case file, and wrote in detail the testimony of the people in Suxiang Building.

It was about the little prince, and the one who was directly carried into the imperial study in Suxianglou, Shao Fangde did not dare to delay, and summoned the people to inquire about the inquiry, and the record of the record, which explained in detail how the beaten man slandered Jiang Muyuan, and how he was so angry that the little prince in the private room came downstairs to reason with him, and the theory did not come to a conclusion, and he was beaten several times by the little prince.

In the end, the entire Suxianglou table and chairs fell into pieces.

"Heh," the saint finished reading, spread the case file on the big case, and sighed, "Which one made it up......?"

Han Gonggong took advantage of the time to add tea to the saint, and glanced at the case file, even if he had counted.

The man's choice of words and sentences was considered at first glance, and it was not something that a rough man could say.

But if you are a smart scholar, how can you make nonsense in front of the public without evidence?

Besides, it was clearly written in the case file that the person who was beaten was just a small citizen in the market and recognized a few words.

And the words retold by the witnesses, because of their own knowledge, the most clear is the storyteller of Suxianglou, the storyteller, who wrote down seventy-seven eighty-eight.

"It's really as Huang Yin said, everything on the fold is made up outside," Sheng Shang sneered, "One by one, what is the place of the imperial study." ”

Father-in-law Han lowered his eyes, neither advancing nor retreating.

The saint looked in his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, say it." ”

Gonggong Han lowered his voice and said, "The servants have been pondering all day, there is no need for His Highness to embarrass the little grandfather, aren't there still so many ministers?"

The money donated by the ministers a few years ago may have been credited to the little grandfather.

Suddenly I was taken out of two years of money, and I feel distressed! ”

"That's it?" The saint raised his eyebrows.

"Then Wang Fu'an can frame Xu Shilang because of a few words, and now this, at least real money, what do you say?" Han Gong is fair.

The saint narrowed his eyes, noncommittal.

I have to say that Jiang Muyuan knows the character of the saint too well, and the news here in the north will definitely be received in Beijing, and the saint will be suspicious of the Gu family, but the saint doesn't like the matter of the imperial study to be spread out.

The Holy One will be suspicious of all these possibilities.

Of course, the saint will also suspect that Jiang Muyuan deliberately stirred up the water.

But each of them is possible, and each of them has no empirical evidence, and the more possibilities there are, the more cautious the Holy One will be.

Don't be afraid if you can't touch the fish, just don't look at the fish.

Sun Ke turned around and looked at the palace wall, feeling that Jiang Muyuan's ability to muddy the water was really profound.

When he returned to Yongwang's Mansion, Yongwang was probably overly angry, and he didn't want to teach Sun Ke a lesson at all, so he left with his hands behind his back.

Seeing this, the little prince did not mess around, slept honestly, and went to the Palace of Compassion to say hello as soon as it was dawn the next day.

He went early, and even had breakfast with the Queen Mother.

When the saints got the letter, Sun Ke, who coaxed the queen mother to smile, had already disappeared.

The Holy One pressed his swollen temples and went with him.

The muddy waters in the capital were stirred, and the northern mountain pass was closed, but it was the smoke of war.

The Di people defended the pass, and it was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the two armies were deadlocked.

It's not that Xiang Wei and Jiang Muyuan are unfavorable for them to lead their troops, but they are really trapped by the terrain and have no siege weapons, so it is too difficult to break through the mountain pass.

However, in the past few decades, the war between the imperial court and the Di people has mostly been on the grassland, and the city passes have hardly fallen, so there are relatively few siege vehicles and catapults in the north, and most of all the military funds are invested in horses and armor.

Although it was also mobilized from the Guannai, such equipment was cumbersome, and the porters took a lot of effort, and they could not provide enough support to the front line in this cold winter.

Not only that, but in winter it was a strong northwest wind, and the mountain pass was located upwind, which caused great trouble for the soldiers' advance.

Even if you can't afford a fire in winter, there is smoke.

After Mingjin withdrew his troops, Xiang Wei was cold, didn't care about wiping the blood on his face, and strode into Jiang Muyuan's camp.

He threw the long sword to the guards on the side, and when he opened his mouth, there was a cloud of white gas: "I knew that the mountain pass pass was difficult to attack, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult!" ”

Jiang Muyuan hadn't freshened up yet, there were blood stains and soot on his armor, he looked at the map with his hands behind his back, and his eyebrows tightened: "If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will drag Di Ren all the way to the snow." ”

"Not really!" Xiang Wei sighed, "How did Di Ren fight such a difficult mountain pass pass at that time?" ”

Jiang Muyuan twisted his eyebrows.

He knew the inside story of the loss of the Northland, but only Gu Zhize collaborated with the enemy, he couldn't manage it, and he wouldn't care about the Shankou Pass.

There must be a reason why Shankou Pass and Hecheng fell into the hands of the Di people.

It's not a traitor, it's also fate.

Luck is part of the battlefield.

Jiang Muyuan said: "The Di people have more troops than we have explored before, so their grain and grass will be lost faster.

The grain and grass in Hecheng are limited, and after we started to guard against it a year ago, the grain and grass that the Di soldiers looted from the side towns is also less.

Now that the supply is even more cut off, it depends on whether they can't stand it first, or if the snow melts first. ”

Day after day, day after day, day after day, unfortunately, the battle situation is still not optimistic, and even Su Ningbo's mood is very dignified.

And when Yumen closed, Gu Yunjin was still sorting out her paperwork and maps.

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