It's clear and cloudless, and in this late autumn, which is gradually making people feel cold, it has to be said that it is a good weather because the sky is clearing.

On the streets of the capital, people no longer have to wear the dirty and torn cotton jackets, and while enduring the stench from it, they also rely on it to bring some warm feelings to themselves.

And in the imperial city, Zhu Youzhen also sighed that he could encounter such a rare weather before entering the winter.

I have to say, it's a pleasure to be physically and mentally.

He also put down the complicated state affairs in his hands as usual, and stretched his waist to stroll through the gardens in the palace, although at the moment because of the season, even if this is the palace.

The northern climate also does not allow for peonies in bloom in the flower beds during such a season.

Zhu Youzhen doesn't like peonies, he always feels that that feeling will make people immersed in it, the current Daming is not as peaceful and rich as Huayu, but more of a crisis.

So before the summer flower season, Zhu Youzhen shoveled out those things one by one.

So at the moment, the garden of the harem is actually no different from the cultivated land that has just undergone soil turning in order to reduce the pest infestation in the coming year.

The only thing that may be in a different place may be the owner who owns it.

The warm weather made Zhu Youzhen a little relaxed, and even wanted to sit in the pavilion to get filter cigarettes for future generations, but the current Ming Dynasty was not able to get these delicate tobacco seeds from the Americas.

Even if he could, Zhu Youzhen would not tolerate abandoning the corn and sweet potatoes in the Americas and choosing tobacco leaves, even though he was a complete smoker in his previous life.

Because he is no longer the employee who only needs to deal with the leader, reassure his subordinates, and by the way, generate profits for the company that are extremely mismatched with the wages received.

Rather, it is the person in charge of this great eastern power that is still proud of the world despite the dangers and undercurrents.

But the good mood obviously doesn't last long, and late autumn not only means that the land is over cultivation and enters the time of recuperation, but also shows that it has made its due contribution to the people living on this land.

"Eight Hundred Miles of Urgent !!"

A postman wearing a slightly shabby mandarin duck cotton jacket had just arrived at the edge of the royal city, and the jujube mare under his crotch fell to the ground because he couldn't stand the fatigue caused by the long-distance run.

And the post man, who had obviously not closed his eyes for several days, saw the scarlet walls of the royal city, and after shouting with all his last strength, he immediately planted himself on the ground with the fallen horses, and never woke up again.

The garrison of the royal city, which was peaceful in the past, also clearly understood what such a scene meant.

No one cared whether the man who fell to the ground lived or died, because everyone knew that his life was nothing compared to the thin letter in his hand.

He just stepped forward quickly, pulled out the urgent letter from the man's hand, and started another relay race without stopping.

"800 miles of urgent reporting !!"

The voice sounded again, and he was already outside the palace gate, and he was replaced by the Dongchang factory guards who had just left and were transferred to take over the palace garrison.

So this urgent report was passed on one after another, and finally arrived at Zhu Youzhen's case.

Although it has not been opened yet, Zhu Youzhen does not know what is written in this urgent report, but he knows what it means.

Under the rule of the Son of Heaven, there was a disaster in another place, and I am afraid that this urgent report was the only reason why this urgent report existed on his desk.

"The minister is self-sufficient, report to Your Majesty, the Tartars are coming, Liaodong is in danger, please ask the emperor to help Liao."

Just a short line of words, through a thin piece of paper, Zhu Youzhen can feel what happened to Bi Zisu.

"Wang Gong's factory has not been fully relocated, I'm afraid I can't even see the shadow of the Migne rifle, and the training process of the Tianhu Army is only just over halfway, but Liaodong is..."

Zhu Youzhen instantly realized that the overall situation he had seen before had been decided, and it was peaceful.

It's just an illusion presented at the moment when the foreign enemy has not entered, once the Tartar can't hold it back and tries to attack, the Liaodong of the Ming Dynasty is like the little girl who is waiting to be married and meets the bandits who have been hungry and thirsty in the mountains for months.

Roughly lifted the hijab, came and went in a hurry, but the damage caused was eternal.

Once it is looted, I don't know how long it will take to recover.

"Spread the news that Wei Zhongxian will meet you!"

This time, Wei Zhongxian's speed was obviously much faster than usual.

Eight hundred miles rushed into the royal city, and it was not only the officers and soldiers of the royal city garrison who saw this scene, but the people along the entire Beijing division, and Wei Zhongxian, who held the power of the East Factory.

Obviously, he will know the news at about the same time, even faster than Zhu Youzhen.

Therefore, he immediately put down the matter in his hand, and without looking back, he blamed the people and prepared the horse, and stumbled and rode towards the royal city.

Of course, horseback riding is prohibited in most areas of the capital, but no matter how stupid the capital garrison in charge of this matter is, they will not stop Wei Zhongxian.

Only when he reached the edge of the royal city did Wei Zhongxian turn over and dismount, and walk quickly towards the palace under the trembling gaze of the guard.

trotted all the way, and met the little eunuch who went out of the palace to spread the word.

With just an exchange of glances, Wei Zhongxian realized that he had come at the right time.

So the pace was accelerated.

"Emperor! Old slave Wei Zhongxian, please meet. ”

"Enter!"

As soon as he entered the door, Wei Zhongxian saw Zhu Youzhen with a sad face.

He was anxiously circling around the room.

Then he knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice: "The old slave Wei Zhongxian came to meet him. ”

"Hurry up, read this urgent report for me."

Wei Zhongxian didn't take the urgent report immediately, according to the rules, he didn't have the right to see a single word on this urgent report, and he hesitated to look up at Zhu Youzhen first.

Seeing that the emperor nodded, he stretched out his hand to take it.

After a few minutes of silence, beads of sweat appeared on Wei Zhongxian's forehead.

But he knew that even if the emperor in front of him made so many shocking actions some time ago, he injected new vitality into this Ming backwater.

But after all, he is still a teenager who has just become a big treasure.

He understands that whoever is panicking, he can't panic, the emperor can panic, but no one except him knows that the emperor is also panicking.

So Wei Zhongxian spoke, "The emperor.. The old slave of this urgent report is understood, but this Bi Zisu did not explain the intentions, movements and number of people and horses in the urgent report, but simply said that the Tartars are coming. Forgive the old slave for thinking that things have not yet reached a situation where they are out of control. ”

Wei Zhongxian's words seemed to wake up Zhu Youzhen, what kind of person Bi Zisu is, Zhu Youzhen is logically clearer than everyone.

In terms of talent, he has.

In terms of strategy, he has a little.

But if you really talk about courage, this Bi Zisu may not have it.

Therefore, if it is a simple tartar, it is very likely to be exaggerated, in fact, this is also a manifestation of wisdom.

I'll tell you first if something happens, this is the way of the minister.

I'll tell you again when it's a big deal, it's the way to deal with it.

But if the matter is scattered, you should reward me, for this is the way of being a ruler.

If the matter is not over and it gets worse, I will be martyred, this is the way to be loyal to the king.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youzhen also calmed down, took back the emergency report, nodded lightly, and waited for Wei Zhongxian's next sentence.

"The Emperor.. This should be prepared, the old slave thinks that it should still be done, but there is no need to make a big show, just need to send Shandong and Henan soldiers and horses to garrison in the Shanhaiguan area, although it may be a little expensive if there is nothing to do, but it will not be caught off guard in case of trouble. ”

"And the Jingshi only needs to order the counties within the Shanhaiguan to actively respond and provide necessary assistance to the officers and soldiers along the way, and this scope only needs to be done by the Jingshi and the Zhili area in the eyes of the old slave for the time being."

"If things continue to deteriorate, the old slave thinks that with Bi Zisu's virtuous ability, he will not be unable to send a second urgent report, and the emperor should be able to see it in a few days."

Wei Zhongxian's judgment was undoubtedly calm, and even Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but nod his head, thinking deeply.

However, it comes more from the grasp of history, and this Tartar invasion is probably more just like the previous times, after the autumn harvest.

It's just that this time Zhu Youzhen, I'm afraid it will be difficult to make him happy.

Even if the killing weapon such as the Migne rifle is still being bred, even if the Heavenly Tiger Army is still preparing for battle.

But Zhu Youzhen knows that the current Ming only needs to avoid those stupid mistakes, the imperial court sharpens the knife a few more times for the localities, and those local officials don't do stupid things, and things will not appear outside of history.

It will only get better, and it will only make the response more calm.

What to do now is to wait for Bi Zisu to report again, and to give the officials in Shanhaiguan, Jingshi and Zhili areas an education lesson on guarding against Tartar attacks.

After all, most of these officials are still soft eggs with sore knees and deformed legs in the face of tartars.

"It's up to you to do it, if there are difficulties that you can handle by yourself, you can deal with them, and if you can't handle them, come to me, and inform Wang Gongchang and the Tianhu New Army outside the city, this is the last time I will do this."

After speaking, he glanced at Wei Zhongxian deeply.

"The old slave obeys."