Daming, Beijing, January 24.

The sky above the capital was still overcast, and the darkness was overwhelming, and there was no rain throughout the winter except for the thin layer of snow at the beginning of the year.

Beside the official road outside the Dongzhi Gate of the capital, it was full of merchant vehicles and freight vendors waiting to enter the city at this time.

During the break, several coachmen like to drink a large bowl of all-you-can-drink tea at the tea stall, and at the same time chatting a little bit.

"It's another year of famine," the dark-skinned man looked at the sky and complained: "If it doesn't snow, this cold and frozen soil will delay spring ploughing." ”

"Who's to say it isn't? Since the new emperor ascended the throne...... This heavenly warning does not stop, two years of famine in a row, I heard that the emperor because of the weather drought, have stopped their beloved carpentry work, frequently summoned cabinet ministers, and consulted opinions! Another stout man lowered his voice as if he had gossip.

"What kind of channel is your message, it's already another version now!" The man in the gray cotton jacket snorted, his face full of disdain: "The emperor frequently summons the cabinet ministers because of another thing...... A big event that shakes the world! ”

"What's your news? Is it about the Cabinet? ”

"Is the imperial court going to fight again?"

"Is it the Shanshan rebels?"

The words of the man in the cotton coat immediately aroused the interest of several companions, and they all made speculations.

"Tell you," the man smiled, whetting everyone's appetite before he said two words leisurely: "Liaodong!" ”

Hiss!!!!

As soon as the word Liaodong came out, it immediately caused the sound of gasping on the side.

Over the years, the people of the world who do not know that Liaodong has a barbarian demon named Nurhachi, with thirteen pairs of remnants of armor to raise troops, in just 30 years, the northeast territory of the Ming Dynasty turned upside down, Salhu lost 400,000 troops, countless elites died in a foreign land, so that the world shook, two years ago and occupied Liaoyang, an important town in eastern Liao, the entire west of the Liao River was returned to the hands of the old chief, countless Han people were driven into slavery, and the prestige of China was lost......

No one in the whole of China is its enemy.

Now, whether it is the court or the people, Liaodong seems to have become a taboo word, and no one dares to mention it again.

"Is there going to be a war?" The muscular man asked in a low voice.

"War?" The man in the cotton coat smacked his lips, and added mysteriously with a mysterious face: "Maybe the battle has been over, and the battle results of Liaodong are already on the way back to Beijing!" ”

"What?"

"That's a victory? Or defeated? ”

Everyone was nervous when they heard this.

"Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi are both pinched to death in Liaodong, do you think that can win?" Before the man in the cotton coat could speak, the dark-skinned man next to him spoke: "Isn't it the same as throwing away his armor and being driven away?" This time, I'm afraid Quang Ninh will be lost! ”

Oh, yes...... Not only the court, but also the people are not optimistic about the situation in Liaodong.

"It's a pity that my Emperor Chengzu has worked hard to build the country!" The crowd lamented.

When the man in the cotton coat saw that his limelight was stolen, he was suddenly a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "Who said that he lost the battle?" ”

When everyone heard this, they were about to open their mouths to ask a detailed question, when the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded in their ears.

"800 miles expedited !!"

"Great victory! Great victory!! ”

The soldiers rode their horses and galloped on the official road, and along the way, Lubu Feijie shouted: "Liaodong victory, Zhenwubao victory, Sipingbao victory, 30,000 against 60,000!" Jianzhou suffered numerous casualties, and Nurha retreated in a hurry!! ”

The soldiers rode their horses and galloped past the tea stall, splashing dust and branches and leaves on the ground, and falling on everyone, but no one paid attention to them, and they all turned their heads to look at the man in the cotton coat.

"Mom, did you really win?" The man in the cotton coat opened his mouth wide and looked at the soldiers in the distance with a dull expression.

When everyone was still stunned, the sturdy man suddenly felt a chill on his face, and when he looked up, he didn't know when the sky was snowing.

Forbidden City, Wenyuan Pavilion.

Ye Xianggao, the first assistant of the cabinet, Han Yi, a scholar of Dongge University, Zhu Guozuo, a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion, and Sun Chengzong, a scholar of Dongge University, are all present.

"In the past few days, the saint has asked almost three questions a day, all about the battle situation in Liaodong," Ye Xianggao was dressed in a red robe and sat upright: "After a while, the Wenhua Palace will ask questions in front of the emperor, you still have to stabilize the mind of the saint, don't let the eunuchs take advantage of the loopholes, and then send the army to Liaodong!" ”

The collapse of Gaohuai Chaoliao has continued to this day, and the cabinet members really don't want to see such a scene, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse is on the throne for the first time, and his mind is uncertain, and he is intimidated by the eunuch party, so he wants to draw people from the celebrant to Liaodong to monitor the border officials...... It's really upsetting.

"You can't prevaricate with the same reason every time, right?" Han Yi felt helpless.

Every time the saint asked, the cabinet was one sentence: Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi would definitely arrive in Jianzhou west of the Liao River, so as not to invade Guangning..... There is also Wang Huazhen and the Mongolian tribes, Mao Wenlong in southern Liaoning, a three-way attack, the establishment of the state is difficult to take care of, and it will inevitably be self-defeating!

The cabinet itself has no confidence in saying this.

"The saint is very wise, maybe he already knew that we were just procrastinating," Sun Chengzong spoke highly of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, during the feast, Sun Chengzong once discussed the situation in Liaodong with the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and Zhu Youxiao's words at that time made Sun Chengzong remember it vividly: I view Liaodong can be defended but not attacked, and the land of Jiannu is poor and the people are few, and the land is surrounded for a long time, so that it will not attack itself.

With just this sentence, Sun Chengzong felt that the Emperor of the Apocalypse was young and intelligent, and if he grew up, he might not become a generation of Ming Jun.

"In any case, you can't let the celebrant spoil a big thing, the world's affairs are governed by the Son of Heaven and the scholars, when will it be his turn to be the celebrant to point fingers at it? How will the world perceive us? If you are castrated, it is better to return to your hometown as soon as possible to teach, so as not to be scolded! Zhu Guozuo, a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, said in a cold tone: "On the tenth day of the first month, Wang Huazhen has already reported the movement of Jianzhou to the imperial court, and now half a month has passed, no matter what, there should be a report back, and it will not be bad for these few days!" ”

"Okay, the Holy Lord will ask you for a while, and the old man will take it in front of you," Ye Xianggao got up: "The time for the Holy Lord to summon is coming, let's also set off, let the king wait for the ministers, it's always disrespectful!" ”

At this moment, the clerk outside the Wenyuan Pavilion reported at the door: "Your Excellency, ......"

"Did the emperor summon me and wait? Lead the way! Han Yi was an anxious man, and before the scribe could finish speaking, he opened his mouth to interrupt.

"If you go back to your lordship, it is a great victory in Liaodong! Daming broke the state in Sipingbao, 800 miles expedited, Lubu Feijie! The whole Forbidden City is going crazy! The clerk's face was filled with joy.

With a crisp bang, the fine official kiln tea cup in Zhu Guozuo's hand fell off from his hand and shattered to the ground, and the hot water soaked into the bluestone floor, steaming hot.

But at this time, no one paid attention to the small tea cup, and several cabinet giants stepped forward to surround the little official: "Where did the news come from?" Eight hundred miles of Lubu Feijie? When did it arrive? ”

"Yes...... It was the celebrant who asked the little one to pass the word! "Where has the scribe seen this scene, surrounded by several big guys, his calves and stomach are spinning, and he almost can't stand steadily.

"The celebrant?" The corners of Han Yi's eyebrows twitched: "Eunuch, this is giving us eye medicine!" The great victory in Liaodong should be congratulated by our ministers to the saint! When is it the turn of the celebrant to inform your Excellency? ”

"Let's go, go to the Wenhua Palace, the Holy One is still waiting! The victory in Liaodong is a great joy, don't let the eunuchs be in a bad mood! Ye Xianggao was full of qi cultivation skills, without the slightest anger, but took the lead and stepped out of the palace gate.

"The celebrant?" Han Yi snorted coldly: "We'll see!" ”