No matter what the prisoners think, in the Guozi Prison under Jilong Mountain today, in the blink of an eye, there are already people who have gone to the empty building, leaving only a place of fallen leaves, floating down from the branches weakly, and falling among the green bricks and green tiles with a bit of loneliness.

Looking at the prison that was already empty in the room. A Guozi supervisor Xi Meng slapped his thigh: "Oops! It's over! As soon as this person spoke, the faces of several teachers around him suddenly changed.

"These bunnies have to disturb the court again!"

"Go to Yingtianfu and call someone!" The Guozi Prison Supervisors who had not had time, or who were willing to watch things in their hearts, ran away one by one, chasing after the inmates who had already run away from the smoke and disappeared.

Some chased the prisoners in the direction of parading through the streets, and some went to Shangyuan County and Yingtianfu Yamen to report the news.

Thousands of Guozi prisoners poured out of the nest, and the movement and impact brought by them made the entire Beicheng area look sideways.

People think of the gathering of the prisoners in front of Xihuamen many years ago. That time, the imperial court severely punished the top and bottom of the country.

And this time, everyone in the country rushed out, how would the imperial court react, and how angry should it be.

It was only soon that the people of Yingtian discovered that something seemed to be wrong.

"The sun is coming out of the west today?" Above the restaurant, a man who was already a little drunk muttered: "These people are actually boasting about the grandson? ”

"Am I right?"

"Am I really not mistaken?"

"These ......"

"These ......"

"How can these cynical prisoners look so flattering now......" The crowd of onlookers all exclaimed in surprise.

And today's Guozijian is not just surprising these people. Peng. In the inner room of the public hall behind the Yamen of Tianfu, the prefect Zou Xueyu was angry, and his palm was pressed on the table.

In front of him were several other subordinate officials of the prefect's yamen. As the highest local government yamen in charge of Yingtian, Yingtianfu Yamen has its own news channels and sources.

When the teachers of the Guozijian reacted, before they rushed to Yingtianfu to report the news, the news of the government itself had already been transmitted.

Zou Xueyu's face was quite ugly, he frowned and looked at the messenger who returned to the government in front of him, and waved his hand: "Go down." After the errand servant left, Zou Xueyu looked at the subordinate officials of the government who were present.

Tongzhi looked at the general judgment and magistrate on the left and right, and said in a low voice: "In view of the past, do you want to only go over to the soldiers and horses from all over the place?" The third class of the government will be transferred, and the two counties will also be transferred. ”

"Why are the prisoners of the country marching in the streets today? How does Guozijian manage the prisoners? Ying Tianfu asked in a deep voice.

There was another mess in the country today, and the government always had to know the reason before it could calm the chaos. Gyeonggi is attached to the Guo Yamen, which is far less relaxed than the local government yamen.

The whole of Gyeonggi is under the nose of the imperial court, but whenever there is a little wind and grass in the Gyeonggi area, the court will immediately know about it.

It is precisely because of this that the two counties of Gyeonggi used to do things faster than the local government.

If it is slow, in the eyes of the court, it will be judged as a crime of dereliction of duty and negligence. Ying Tianfu immediately said: "It should be sooner rather than later." Fuzun, I'd better take someone over first, don't make a fuss about the collision with the imperial city. Zou Xueyu's face was solemn, and he sighed: "Someone is coming, the official will change his boots." "The people of Tianfu were going to go to Xuanwu Lake to inspect and review the construction of the new ditch and wharf, and they were also wearing boots that were convenient for walking on muddy ground.

At this moment, there is such a thing as the Guozijian, and naturally it will not be possible to go there. Gyeonggi tranquility is the top priority.

When Ying Tianfu was panicked and angry, and the chief officials rushed to the place where the prisoners were paraded in the street with the yamen servants, the situation in Wenyuan Pavilion was different.

Grunt, grunt. In the public houses of the cabinet ministers, under the open windowsill, the charcoal stove boils water, and the water boils three times.

Gao Yangzhi sat on a stump stool, his face calm, and when the water boiled, he washed it into the teapot beside him.

On the tea table are a few kinds of candied pastries that are delivered daily by the palace for the rest of the cabinet ministers.

Ren Hengtai, Xie Jin, and Xu Yungong sat on the other side of the tea table. Gao Yangzhi's action of brewing tea was very gentle, and after a few washes, three tea cups with golden tea soup were pushed in front of Ren Hengtai and the others.

On the tea cup, the tea leaves are swaying upward, rolling a few wisps of tea fragrance, and the room is elegant. Ren Hengtai pinched the teacup, put it between his nose and sniffed it lightly, and then took a sip.

The mouthpiece is wrapped in tea soup and flows between the lips and teeth. The tea is astringent and sweet, from top to bottom, and then reversible.

"The spring breeze makes tea, the kung fu is good, and it is becoming more and more exquisite, and the old man can get some elegance and rest from time to time."

"Shoufu praises and loves, and the students' tea can only stay in the cabinet, and they can't go out." Gao Yangzhi responded implicitly, stretched out his hand, and refilled a cup of tea for Shousuke.

Xu Yungong wanted to drink it as shallowly as Ren Hengtai on the side, but as soon as the tea soup entered his mouth, he was sucked into his stomach at once.

Drop the teacup. Xu Yungong said: "The news has been passed into the army, His Royal Highness Huagai Palace, the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion will be written to the army in a few days, which is the first rule of the Ming army." Ren Hengtai tasted the tea soup, and also tasted the words of Xu Yungong and Gao Yangzhi in his heart.

There is no doubt that the four no's words in the canopy hall today are very happy in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. If the Ming Dynasty wants to do that all the time, it needs to always rely on the millions of Ming soldiers under the jurisdiction of the Metropolitan Governor's Office.

In this way, the weight and voice of the Metropolitan Governor's Office in the court will also be heavier. It's just that at present, although the imperial court has never had a will, Ren Hengtai knows very well that the Ming Dynasty does not distinguish between civil and military affairs, and with the authority in the hands of the military department being stripped again and again, in the future, civilian officials can only meddle in the affairs of the army, and the only way to do it is to supervise military discipline, recruit new soldiers, and create local garrisons.

For no reason, Ren Hengtai, the head of the Ming civil official, thought of Jinyiwei. thought of this yamen, which was the least liked by civil officials in the past.

Perhaps, it is time for Jinyiwei to perform the duties of inspector of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. Lord Shousuke was thoughtful in his heart, but his eyes looked at Gao Chunfeng, who continued to make tea.

The current cabinet has not said it explicitly. But he, the first assistant, in addition to being in charge of the affairs of the general cabinet, is in charge of the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Punishment.

Xie Jin is in charge of the household department and the Ministry of Industry. The authority of the military department is now weakened, and it is also because Gao Yangzhi is younger, so that it is convenient to contact the Metropolitan Governor's Office.

It's just that Xu Yungong, the Duke of Wei, is in the cabinet, and he is in charge of all the affairs of the military department, but it is also dispensable.

This spring breeze wants to do something. The matter of Jinyiwei cannot be said, but the matter of the spring breeze is to be said. Ren Hengtai opened his mouth and said: "Recently, the King of Qin supervised the Jingcha place, and cleaned up a lot of silverfish in the country. The old man is tired nowadays, and he is also lacking in skills to supervise various projects. Now, I still have to run to the Three Law Divisions in the spring breeze, staring at this group of people to cooperate with His Royal Highness King Qin to handle the Jingcha matter explained by the Holy Lord. This means that the powers of the three law divisions of the Ming Dynasty will be assigned to Gao Yangzhi.

Gao Yangzhi, who had already brewed three times and was changing into new tea, stagnated slightly for a moment, and then chuckled: "The younger generation is weak, and it is the time to do some errands. Ren Hengtai waved his hand and looked sideways at Xie Jin: "Famous teacher and apprentice, the gentry is a blessed one." Xie Jin's head was raised, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "The country is stable, the monarch is virtuous, and only then can there be virtuous people gathered here." Today, the country has changed its past wrongs, praised his achievements in the streets, and made a name for himself, and he can also express the heart of my great scholar and be sincere and loyal to the king. Let the cabinet plan, uphold the righteousness, and think carefully, the national society we are looking forward to will also be led by the cabinet. Ren Hengtai smiled slightly, the world is changing all the time, and the Wenyuan Pavilion is also changing, but what remains unchanged is the hearts of the people.

"Three lamps are enough, and it is inconvenient to drink again." Ren Hengtai spoke slowly, stopping Gao Yangzhi, who was dissuaded from continuing to pour tea and looked puzzled.

Under the gaze of the three of them, Ren Hengtai walked lightly to the rows of bookshelves. Bypassing the eucalyptus racks in the front row, Ren Hengtai went to the second row and took out a bundle of wrapped books from the pile of books.

Under the puzzled gaze of the three people, Ren Hengtai held the strip of cloth on the shell and opened the book shell.

"I really didn't expect that Ren Ge would be so elegant." Xie Jin chuckled lightly and looked at the empty small space under the bookcase, there were no books in it, but a wine jug with a very tight seal.

Gao Yangzhi frowned, this is not like what Ren Hengtai, the first assistant, would do on weekdays. Shousuke would have hidden wine in the cabinet.

Unexpectedly, Gao Yangzhi had already started to take four new lamps in his hands to rinse. Ren Hengtai took the cup, lifted the lid of the pot, and a little yellowish wine fell in the clear, and a circle of wine bubbles was rushed out in the cup.

"It's not a famous wine, it's just that the old man got it in an old wine shop outside the city in his spare time, and after drinking it for a long time, he got used to it." Ren Hengtai filled the cup with wine and slowly raised it: "Everyone, drink it full!" ”

"Full drink!" The wine swayed, and the aroma of wine overflowed for a while. Xu Yungong drank in his stomach, opened his mouth and spit out the smell of wine, and patted the teatable with his hand: "The wine is fragrant, pure and thick, good wine!" Ren Hengtai drank a cup of food, and looked at Ren Hengtai with some ruddy on his face: "If the Duke of Wei leads the troops to the battle in the future, the old man is willing to use this wine to make a strong deed for the Duke of Guo, and when the Duke of Guo triumphs, he will also use this wine to reward his merits!" ”

"Good!" Xu Yungong's eyes lit up, and the matter of Chang Sheng and Li Jinglong being crowned kings had already been discussed in the court, but everyone knew that this was a matter of going through the process.

Only when the news reaches the Eastern Expedition and the Southern Expeditionary Army, then the founding prince and Cao Guogong will play their resignations, and the imperial court will seal it again, so that the matter will be completed.

And as the eldest son of King Wuning of Zhongshan, the current ruler of the Zhongshan Palace, how can he not look forward to that prince.

"Drink again!" Ren Hengtai, the first assistant, was also angry, and patted the three of them to fill the wine again. …… The wind blows the grass and there are no cattle and sheep, the grass slope is leeward, and on the edge of the sparse evergreen coniferous forest, two soldiers wearing Ming army robes, with long knives, and firearms lie down the slope, looking at the endless desert grassland in the distance.

"Ahh The wine is getting worse and harder! Tang Keke frowned, and handed a small copper kettle to Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes with a disgusted face.

Tang Keke, who has been in the army for many years, has gradually lost the temperament of a Confucian student, and now he has been out of the army for several months, and he has a full beard, and the skin on his body has been deepened by the sun a few degrees.

The rugged seems to be a military household for many years. Zhang Zhiyuan took the copper kettle that exuded a strong smell of wine, not like Tang Coco's cow drink, but just took a small sip of wine in his mouth, letting the rich wine slide down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity little by little, feeling the warmth of the internal organs.

When all the wine in his mouth was in his stomach, Zhang Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief with a comfortable face, and shook his head to look at Tang Keke, who was rolling his eyes beside him: "The Tai Hospital is to prevent people like you from drinking all the disinfectant wine in the general, so it will become more and more difficult to drink." Tang Keke pouted: "In the past, I still felt that burning knives was enjoyable, and since then I have drunk this, is the burning knife just for gargling?" Zhang Zhiyuan still shook his head, and looked back at the not dense woodland behind him: "Pass the order, attack the Tatars at night, and now each person can drink three sips of wine to ward off the cold." Tang Keke's face immediately became serious, nodded and pressed the saber on his waist, and carefully touched the woodland behind him.

After a while, there were a few sounds in the woodland that seemed to be mountain birds returning to the forest. After a while, Tang Keke had already returned with several commanders in the army.

"The Tatars are getting harder and harder to kill, and the Tatar tribe ahead is the last group we can deal with alone." As Zhang Zhiyuan spoke, he took out the saber at his waist, and took out a piece of dried pork with air-dried sauce from his arms.

The blade was bright, and the bloodthirsty blade was wiped clean. Zhang Zhiyuan held a knife and cut the dried meat into several pieces and distributed them to Tang Keke and others.

The crowd did not dislike it. The sword in the hands of the nine-sided soldiers is another life, and they can do more than go into battle to kill the enemy.

Cutting meat to fill the stomach is just the most sparse and ordinary thing. After dividing the meat, Zhang Zhiyuan took a bite of a piece by himself, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Now there is still a lot of time before the whole army goes on the horse to charge, in the face of the Ming army's annual conquest, especially after Zhang Zhiyuan joined the Beiping Division, after using the Tatar head to make a small killing god alive, the Tatars on the grassland have long begun to accelerate the annexation, and the small tribes have joined together to resist the conquest of the Ming army.

Tang Keke took out his knife, put the piece of meat that Zhang Zhiyuan had given him, put it on the scabbard, and then carefully cut it into slices little by little.

"Shallot, do you want it?" After cutting the meat slices, Tang Keke took out a few small shallots from his arms and handed them to everyone.

I continued to pick two pieces and cut them on the handle of the knife, and then the meat slices were rolled with shallots and sent into my mouth, slightly fascinated by my eyes, and chewed with enjoyment.

Time passes in the seemingly endless desert steppe, little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bright and cloudless starry sky seems to be right in front of people's eyes.

The wolves in the dark night let out bursts of low roars. The night was silent, but another group of animals began the most important activity of their lives.

Click. A horse's hoofs sounded over the meadow. Zhang Zhiyuan, who had already put down his armor, silently pulled out his long knife from his waist, and looked at the silent Tatar tribe in the distance through his visor.

"Bright Knife!" ……………… Recommended commuter passes