"Urgent military intelligence! Quickly retreat!"

"Urgent military intelligence! Quickly retreat!"

"Urgent military intelligence! Quickly retreat!"

September 27, 30th year of Zhengde.

Around noon.

An emergency military situation at the cost of the lives of more than thirty or forty top fast horses.

It lasted eight days, spanned nearly 3,000 miles, and finally arrived in Chang'an, Beijing.

Several Li Guangli guards with layers of dead skin on the corners of their mouths and bloodshot eyes.

With a crimson eight-hundred-mile rush flag on his waist, he tried his best to drive several sturdy and fast horses.

Galloping past on Suzaku Avenue, the main road of Chang'an City.

Everywhere I passed, there were chickens and dogs, and there was a mess everywhere.

Correct.

At this time, he was in the Suzaku Avenue.

Whether it is a richly dressed rich boy or a dignitary in various official robes.

Or when traveling, there are hundreds of servants around him all the time.

No matter how revered their status is.

At this time, after those few rides, they didn't dare to show even the slightest dissatisfaction on the surface.

On a three-wheeled green canopy carriage.

Xu Zhen, the king of Jin who had just left the early dynasty, looked through the curtain of the car with a solemn face and looked in the direction of the eight hundred miles that disappeared in a hurry.

"Something is wrong."

Xu Zhen slowly lowered the curtain and muttered in a solemn voice.

"Go to ......"

Xu Zhen lifted the curtain again, and wanted to give a command to the coachman.

But for some reason, when the words came to his mouth, he could not blurt them out.

The coachman waited quietly for more than ten breaths, and seeing that Xu Zhen had never followed, he couldn't help but ask, "Lord Wang? Where are we going?"

Xu Zhen's face pale slightly when he heard this.

After a few sighs, he slowly lowered the curtain and said, "Go home."

"Stunned......," the coachman was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then hurriedly said, "Yes."

A moment later.

Under the arch of dozens of guards, the three-yuan green canopy carriage slowly drove into the huge Jin Palace.

Jin Wangfu carries the palace.

Xu Zhen frowned and paced back and forth in the hall.

The scene of the crimson eight-hundred-mile expedited flag galloping past kept coming to mind.

As a prince who has led troops to fight in all directions.

How could he not understand the meaning of the crimson 800-mile expedited flag?

"Something is wrong! Something must be wrong!"

"Is there something wrong with Mobei, or is there something wrong with the Western Regions?!"

Xu Zhen kept muttering to himself as he paced.

However, there was naturally no one in the empty carrier hall who could solve his doubts.

As for joining the military department, or entering the palace to inquire in person?

No matter how restless Xu Zhen was at this time.

It will not be before receiving the will of Emperor Zhengde or summoning him.

Take the initiative to go to the military department, or the palace Ouchi.

First, there must not be any overly close ties between the prince and the military department.

Second, the prince needs to be concerned about state affairs, but not too much.

This is the bottom line of the prince and the red line of the prince.

Whoever tries to cross this line, regardless of the king's rank, will surely die.

A moment later.

Xu Zhen, the king of Jin who has always been restless.

Striding towards the temple.

After entering the harem through the palace.

Xu Zhen's pace became faster and faster. ….

Faintly, there is a tendency to trot.

Pity.

The wounded leg of the arrow still dragged him down after all.

Along the way, there were countless palace maids and eunuchs who saw Xu Zhen's walking like flying, and their faces all changed.

Xu Zhen didn't have time to say more

A word of nonsense.

just waved his hand and stopped the palace maids and eunuchs from coming forward.

Then he went straight to the Buddha Hall of the Changchun Hall without saying a word.

In the Buddha hall of the Changchun Hall of the Jin Dynasty.

The Jin Palace, which was sitting cross-legged on the futon, couldn't help frowning slightly after hearing the sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall.

"Huan'er, go and see who's outside the temple."

Princess Jin frowned slightly for a moment, and then calmly commanded the maid beside her.

"Yes."

The maid Huan'er bowed down and agreed, and then walked towards the door of the side hall without hurrying.

Do not wait for him to go to the door of the side hall.

The door of the side hall was quickly pushed open from the outside.

"Youhua, have you ever exchanged letters with Jie'er and Ying'er recently?"

Before Xu Zhen stepped into the side hall of the Buddha, his hurried voice had already reached the ears of Princess Jin.

And the Jie'er and Ying'er in his mouth are his eldest son Xu Jie and his second son Xu Ying, who are still staying in the Western Regions.

After Princess Jin heard the urgency in Xu Zhen's voice, her face couldn't help but change slightly.

Hurriedly got up and said, "The day before yesterday, Fang and Jie'er exchanged letters."

The words fell.

Princess Jin whispered with a worried face, "Lord Wang, has something happened in the Western Regions again?"

"I don't know yet." Xu Zhen took a few deep breaths, and then asked again, "Where is Jie'er's letter?"

When Princess Jin heard this, the worried look on her face did not diminish in the slightest.

We trotted all the way to the corner of the Buddha Hall.

In a panic, he took out a rosewood box from the bookshelf in the corner.

"Lord Wang, the letters sent by Jie'er and Ying'er this year are all here."

Princess Jin trotted to Xu Zhen's side with the rosewood box in her arms, and then opened the rosewood box in a panic, revealing more than ten letters contained in it.

Just like most people's homes.

When children get older, there will be less communication with their fathers.

Even Xu Zhen, who returned to the throne of the only Prince of Qizhu in the Great Zhou, could not escape this law.

Xu Zhen quickly picked up the letter located at the top of the rosewood box.

The epistle was taken out with a speed far greater than before.

A mediocre letter is full of parents' shortcomings and feelings of concern for their parents who are far away in Beijing.

Xu Zhen never imagined that his eldest son, who had always been taciturn, would talk like this in his letters.

I think it should be that the princess of Jin asked about the situation of the countries of the Western Regions in the previous letter.

At the end of the letter, Xu Jie talked about the situation in the Western Regions.

In general, the Western Regions are relatively calm now, at least on the surface.

A moment later.

Xu Zhen slowly put down the letter in his hand and unconsciously picked up a letter again.

Fang wants to dismantle and take a closer look.

The anxious Princess Jin couldn't help but ask, "Lord, how is the Western Regions?" Jie'er and Ying'er won't be in any danger, right?"

The state of mind cultivated by years of worshipping the Buddha was instantly shattered in matters related to the safety of children. ….

Xu Zhen opened the letter signed 'Er Xu Ying', and slowly replied, "It shouldn't be that something happened in the Western Regions."

"That's good, that's good." Princess Jin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she heard this.

For Princess Jin, as long as it is not an accident in the Western Regions, everything will be fine.

"Don't look at it, I want to see myself write a letter."

Princess Jin, who came back to her senses, pulled the letter in Xu Zhen's hand.

Xu Zhen laughed twice, and then slowly withdrew from the side hall of the Buddha.

As soon as Fang Yi walked out of the side hall of the Buddha Hall, the sneer on Xu Zhen's face was instantly replaced by solemnity.

A single letter alone can dispel some of the suspicions in the Western Regions.

But after all, it's only part of the story.

"Now it seems that there is a high probability that something happened to Mobei."

Xu Zhen muttered to himself with a solemn face.

Then slowly walk to the temple, and enter the carrier hall through the palace.

When he arrived at the carrier hall, he saw a small eunuch rushing towards the carrier hall in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

Xu Zhen's heart froze slightly, and then he strode towards the little eunuch.

"Back to ...... Hui Wang Ye asked."

"The Emperor...... Someone from the palace...... Transmit...... Tell your majesty."

"Fate...... Commanding you...... I order you to enter the palace immediately, to ...... To the Imperial Study...... Face...... Face the saint."

The little eunuch walked two steps away from Xu Zhen and bowed breathlessly.

"Prepare the car now."

Xu Zhen nodded slightly, and then walked towards the horse breeding room, and quickly commanded the entourage beside him.

......

......

Palace.

Zichen Palace.

The Imperial Study.

When Xu Zhen rushed to the imperial study, there were already more than ten people standing on the left and right in the huge imperial study.

The crown prince Xu Yong, when the first assistant Wenyuan Pavilion University scholar Shangguan Lu.

Yao Yanjin, a scholar of the Jinshen Temple, and Wen Fu, a scholar of the Huagai Temple.

Jing Yongxian, a scholar of Wu Yingdian University, Jiang Zhihong, a scholar of Wenhuadian University, and Pang Qifan, a scholar of Dongge University.

Wang Fuchang, the secretary of the Ministry of War, Tian Yichu, the secretary of the Ministry of Households, and Cao Wen'an, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry.

Tang Fangda, the Qing of Guanglu Temple, many old generals who have been disarmed and returned to the field for many years, and the only remaining county kings of the previous generation are also listed.

Seeing this formation, Xu Zhen couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart again.

After calming down a little.

Xu Zhen strode to the front of the royal eucalyptus three steps.

He bowed and said, "Minister Xu Zhen greets Your Majesty."

"King Jin doesn't need to be polite." Emperor Zhengde nodded slightly and motioned for Xu Zhen to join the ranks.

After Xu Zhen is listed.

Emperor Zhengde looked at the ministers and counted the breath.

Immediately, he handed a piece of music placed in the imperial eucalyptus to the prince Xu Yong, who was in the lower position.

Slowly spoke, he commanded, "Read."

"Yes." Xu Yong took the piece handed by Emperor Zhengde with both hands.

After the music was slowly opened, Xu Yongtongkong suddenly froze.

After Xu Yong forcibly stabilized his mind, he slowly recited the contents of the music one by one.

After the recitation reached the defeat of Li Guangli, Xu Yong's originally calm tone suddenly showed a hint of shock and sadness.

After reciting until Li Guangli attacked the enemy camp at night, killed the enemy, burned the enemy's grain and grass, cattle and sheep.

A hint of happiness suddenly appeared in Xu Yong's tone.

The two mood swings were just a momentary thing.

However, no matter how small the fluctuations are, it is difficult to escape Emperor Zhengde, who always looks at him from the corner of his eye. ….

A moment later.

The recital is finished.

"Father."

Xu Yong respectfully presented the piece with both hands on the eucalyptus.

Emperor Zhengde nodded slightly and motioned for Xu Yong to return to his position.

It wasn't until he returned to his position that Xu Yongfang breathed a sigh of relief.

Emperor Zhengde once again looked at the ministers of the court and China with different expressions.

After more than ten moments of silence, Emperor Zhengde slowly asked, "How do Zhong Aiqing view the internal problems of the Xiongnu?"

The voice fell, and the room was silent.

More than ten years later.

Wang Fuchang, the secretary of the military department, bowed his hand and said, "Your Majesty, in the opinion of the minister, you should prepare with both hands."

"First, order the kings of the border counties and the county guards to prepare for a comprehensive counterattack by the Huns."

"If the Xiongnu really have internal discord, using war to divert the contradictions within the ethnic group may be the only way out for Yin Zhixian to stabilize the interior."

"Therefore, the minister thought that he had to guard against it."

"Second, the order is meticulous and the secret agent is in-depth to Shan Yu

Wang Ting, investigate this matter carefully, and if this matter is true."

"I may be able to add fuel to the fire and kill people with a knife."

"Divide and disintegrate the enemy from within."

After the words fell, Wang Fuchang bowed again.

In short, on the one hand, be prepared for all-out defense, and on the other hand, do things that add fuel to the fire and kill people with knives.

Emperor Zhengde did not rush to express his position when he heard this.

His gaze slowly wandered among the ministers again.

Until most of the officials came out to second.

Emperor Zhengde nodded slightly.

After Wang Fuchang returns to the throne.

Emperor Zhengde slowly spoke, "What do Aiqing think of the battle situation in Mobei?"

As soon as this statement came out.

There was silence in the room.

Emperor Zhengde's so-called view of the Mobei war situation is nothing more than war and peace.

If there is a war, with the current national strength of the Great Zhou, the defense is more than enough, and the offense is inadequate.

If it weren't for this, Emperor Zhengde would not have set the tone for retreating thousands of miles from the enemy.

However, what Emperor Zhengde never expected was that the Xiongnu's reaction would be so fierce and swift.

If a large-scale increase in troops continues, I am afraid that the Huns will not be destroyed, and the country will be the first to change.

If it is a small-scale increase of troops, it will be tantamount to a meat bun beating a dog on that endless prairie, and it will never go back.

But if you don't fight, turn to peace.

Not to mention the face of Da Zhou and Emperor Zhengde for the time being.

But Fan Da Zhou slightly revealed the willingness to sum up with a little bit of a star.

With the temperament of the Xiongnu alone in Yin Zhi's oblique, he is bound to be shameless, and he will gain an inch again and again.

And, most importantly, once the desire for peace is revealed, the Western Regions will inevitably make waves again.

Time.

With the defeat of Li Guangli, Da Zhou fell into a dilemma.

The silence in the study slowly passed and gradually turned into a ghostly dead silence.

Moreover, the dead silence has slowly solidified silently.

It is a matter of a country's national fortunes, and no one dares to take the lead in making statements.

A moment later.

Emperor Zhengde's gaze slowly wandered between the ministers.

finally fell on Xu Yong, who was at the bottom of it.

Emperor Zhengde slowly asked, "What does the prince think?"

Xu Yong's heart froze, and then he slowly spoke: "Enlighten your father, in the opinion of your son." ….

"When the army of the king is extended, the Hun Zuogu Liwang will be uprooted with the power of thunder."

"That Zuo Dun only carried more than 10,000 wolf guards, and he dared to travel within three hundred miles of Yunzhong Pass."

"You can see how arrogant it is."

"If this thief can be uprooted with the power of thunder, it will definitely have the effect of killing chickens and monkeys."

"Moreover, Zuo Dun is one of the six kings of the Xiongnu, if he is beheaded, it will definitely cause panic among the Xiongnu tribes."

"When the time comes, under the pursuit of victory, our dynasty will definitely be able to drive the Xiongnu tribes thousands of miles away."

After the words fell, Xu Yong bowed again.

Emperor Zhengde slowly shifted his gaze to the courtiers.

Tobe Shangshu Tian Yichu's body moved slightly, but in the end he still failed to take that step.

More than ten years later.

The sparse sound of Lala's seconding continued to come from the imperial study.

Nearly half of the seconded voices were heard.

Emperor Zhengde nodded slightly and said, "In the opinion of all Aiqing, if there is a war, who can take on this heavy responsibility."

The words fell.

The atmosphere in the study was no longer so oppressive.

One name after another, coming out of the mouths of the ministers.

As soon as the person's name was blurted out, the next moment it was met with opposition from others.

The older ones can't afford the tirelessness of the car.

The young man lacks battlefield experience and is difficult to take on big responsibilities.

As for the year

A middle-aged general with great strength......

Either he was disarmed and returned to the field after being wounded, or he had already gone out with Li Guangli.

Either they hold important positions at the border and can't get out easily.

It seems to have been after the decisive battle of Mobei in the fifteenth year of Zhengde.

The military generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty completely entered the era of lack of success.

Two quarters of an hour later.

The argument between the ministers in the imperial study has evolved into a quarrel between the ministers.

The dignitaries and nobles who have always been amiable in the past seem to have become market vendors at this moment.

Although it is not as 'greeting' as when the vendors in the market quarrel, constantly.

But their words and swords, between you and me, compared with the cordial greetings between the market vendors, there is no better.

Just as the quarrel intensified.

Xu Zhen, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly slowly came out of the ranks.

He bowed and said, "Your Majesty, there is a candidate for the minister, who may be able to take on this great responsibility."

As soon as these words came out, the quarrel in the imperial study stopped instantly.

Xu Yong and more than ten pairs of eyes all looked at Xu Zhen, the king of Jin.

"Oh?" Emperor Zhengde was very curious and said, "Who is the King of Jin talking about?"

Xu Zhen bowed his hand and said, "Back to Your Majesty, the person the minister said is Li Ling, the left Shaoqing of Dali Temple."

As soon as Li Ling's words came out, the already quiet ministers in the imperial study instantly became quieter.

The atmosphere among the ministers became a little delicate at this moment.

No one thought of Li Ling, the former Xiaocai guerrilla general and now the left Shaoqing of Dali Temple.

Strictly speaking, Li Ling is the most suitable person to lead the troops in the current Beijing Division.

In the final analysis, it is nothing more than profit.

With the temperament of Emperor Zhengde and the current situation.

If the Great Zhou does not send troops, it is enough, and once the troops are dispatched, it will inevitably be a thunderous momentum and a quick knife to cut through the chaos.

Without him, Da Zhou at this time really couldn't afford to spend years of war.

In this way, although the expedition is dangerous, its benefits are greater.

No one wants to waste a great opportunity to nominate someone who has never been in a gang.

And Xu Zhen is different.

At this time, Xu Zhen didn't care about the so-called 'interests'. ，

At this time, Xu Zhen only wanted to do his best to stabilize the giant ship of Da Zhou, which was about to be silenced.

So that his nephew, who is far away in Yandi, can buy more time to strengthen himself.

'Dali Temple Zuo Shaoqing Li Ling? , Emperor Zhengde muttered in his heart when he heard this, and quickly searched his mind for memories about Li Ling.

Maybe it's really because of his age. Emperor Zhengde's memory is no longer what it used to be.

It was him. After more than 100 breaths, Emperor Zhengde paused slightly, and muttered in his heart: "This son can really take on this heavy responsibility."

Emperor Zhengde quietly fixed his mind, and then slowly said, "This matter will be discussed after the court meeting tomorrow."

The words fell.

Emperor Zhengde slowly looked at the ministers and said in a deep voice, "Since I ascended the throne, I have always been rewarded for meritorious service and punished for mistakes."

"What do Zhong Aiqing think of Mobei's loss?"

As soon as this statement came out, it basically set the tone for this matter.

Whatever the reason for the defeat on the cantata.

Defeat is defeat! This is a fact, a fact that cannot be changed.

And Li Guangli, as the main general of this expedition, must be to blame.

For a while, the pin drop was heard quietly again in the imperial study.

After more than 100 breaths.

Just when the atmosphere was about to turn into a dead silence again.

Prince Xu Yong slowly stepped down from the next position.

Bow before the courtiers.

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