These days are the coldest days in the history of Beijing.

The cold wind in winter was fierce and unreasonable, blowing the bitter cold wind and frost of the north into the world of the Ming Dynasty.

The city gate of Beijing is full of traces of wind and frost, and the Chaoyang Gate in the east has witnessed too much history and glory, and has also experienced too much humiliation and blood and tears.

I don't know why, this winter's Beijing City, no, not only Beijing City, but the entire northern land, is too cold this winter.

Boom!

As the warrants of the Nine Gates Commander were passed down layer by layer, the bell rang heavy and long, and in the blink of an eye, the last ray of light in the clouds disappeared, and at the same time the city of Beijing was closed with curfew.

In the entire Chaoyang Gate, except for the soldiers at the head of the city who hid in the gate of the building to eat and drink and sleep, most of the soldiers guarding the city have returned to their mothers' warm quilts, or they are in charge of Goolan Washe, and they have long been drunk and unable to wake up.

Goo-doo.

Under the Chaoyang Gate, the old grandson who is accustomed to the lonely city guard is tightly wrapped in a cotton jacket full of oil, nesting his body under the root of the city wall, and letting his body be closer to the fire to avoid the cold wind and snow.

"Tut-tut, it's so delicious, I wonder if the Duke of Langguo, who is far away in Liaodong, can eat it?" The old grandson shook his head with regret, as if he felt that it was a pity that such a good delicacy was not known to Wang Qi.

The news of the great victory in Liaodong arrived in Beijing three days ago, and spread throughout Beijing almost half an hour, and then headed in all directions

When the old grandson heard that the emperor who loved to do carpenter work in the Qianqing Palace heard the news of the great victory, he jumped up from the dragon chair, and then ran around the hall three times with a wild laugh, causing the eunuchs and palace maids of the entire hall to follow him, until he was exhausted, he lay on the ground, and read the recital dozens of times over and over again.

And the civil and military officials of the imperial court, after hearing about the great victory, whether they were surprised or ecstatic, or both, also gathered at the gate of the imperial city collectively to congratulate the emperor and the Langguo Gong.

After all, since the Donglin faction is far away from the capital, the entire court is neutral or close to Wang Qi's officials, this great victory can be said to be the first achievement of the Ming Dynasty in more than a hundred years, and it is reasonable to congratulate the Lang State.

In the past few days, from the entire capital to the land of Gyeonggi, the incense of the Langguo Gongsheng Temple is even better.

Even the old grandson donated 30 yuan of incense money to the Langguo Gong Temple in the outer city yesterday.

Nowadays, the entire Ming Dynasty is praising the exploits and achievements of the Duke of Langguo.

Of course, in addition to the Donglin Party, just yesterday, four Donglin Party officials who did not know whether they were alive or dead also jointly signed a letter, saying that the Langguo Gong had too many troops and risked threatening the imperial court.

Although these four officials had been dismissed by the emperor's order in the afternoon, they still made people feel disgusting and inferior.

At this time, who dares to say a word about Lang Guogong's mistake at this time!

The old grandson was the first not to agree!

But the old grandson sat in the corner, with a hint of thought on his old cheeks: I have always heard the storyteller say the word, called Gong Gao Zhen Lord. Isn't that what Grandpa Guo is now?

Hey!

slapped his thigh, the old grandson felt that he was too wide, and this was not a problem he should think about!

The old toothless guard of the city is crippled, what do you care about?

Grandpa Guo is a pillar stone, how can there be a danger of high merit and shocking the lord?

The old grandson decided to throw away the crankiness that had nothing to do with him, wiped his messy beard, sniffed his nose, and was quite intoxicated, and then smacked his lips: "Xiao Sanqiao saw my brother come in winter, and his heavy chest made my brother haunted by his dreams."

Picking up the chopsticks, the old grandson wants to try his own craftsmanship.

Well?

The old grandson's eyes fell on the crockpot, and for some reason, the originally slightly boiling water suddenly shook, and the ripples in circles spread, along with the bright yellow flames on the firewood pile, which were trembling and beating.

Following the voice, he stood up and walked to the gate of the city, looking into the distance through the gap in the gate.

Not far away, under the moonlight, seven or eight horsemen on horseback stopped there, all of them in black armor, carrying scimitars at their waists, carrying longbows on their backs, and the quiver on the right side of the horse was fully loaded.

Maybe it's a long journey, several war horses are all bubbling white all around, their noses are whirring, and their breath is spurting, like a long dragon rolling in the night, which is strange.

In the crack of the door, when the old grandson saw this scene, he was startled at first, and almost sat on the ground with his buttocks, he thought that the Jianzhou cavalry had killed

Phew!!

Jiannu was killed by Grandpa Guo a long time ago, where will there be Jiannu? Such momentum may only be possessed by Liaodong soldiers and horses.

Just about to take a closer look, I saw that in the next second, the old grandson's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost screamed, and his rickety body behind the giant gate directly stiffened, as if he had seen some great horror.

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November 30, the second year of the Great Tomorrow.

The carnival of Jiannu's extermination has not yet passed, but the sky over Beijing is already cloudy.

Yin Wenling of Shuntian Mansion was originally at home, but a case in the early hours of last night made the parent official of Beijing City almost lose his head overnight.

At three o'clock in the morning today, the city guards who went to the root of the city wall to release water found that the old man and grandson were stupid, and his body was sticking to the gap in the city gate, and his body shook and trembled, as if he had fainted to the ground.

Hurriedly called someone to help check, it didn't matter what to see, and in a flash, I saw four corpses hanging in the city outside the Chaoyang Gate in Beijing.

Moreover, after the body was put down, everyone saw clearly that all four of them were officials in the court. And they all have an identity - the Donglin Party.

And the first sentence after the old grandson woke up was: Liaodong cavalry, Liaodong cavalry.

Everyone thought that Lao Sun Tou was crazy, and Wen Ling also thought so, but at the critical time of Liaodong's victory, four members of the Donglin Party died at the head of Chaoyangmen City.

And it was killed by the Liaodong cavalry.

What's even worse is that these four officials were still impeaching Lang Guogong the day before.

Wen Ling only felt that it was best for him to pass out and avoid this disaster.

Is it the hand sent by the Duke of Langguo?

Wenling is certainly not, and the people and officials of Beijing are certainly not.

Lang Guogong is far away in Liaoyang City, where can he care about such a trivial matter?

But. Everyone knows in their hearts that there are some things that Lang Guogong doesn't do by himself, and it's hard to guarantee that his subordinates don't do it!

The group of proud soldiers in Liaodong.

Tsk tsk.

"My lord, someone from the palace has summoned you to the palace to face the saint."

The voice of the little official sounded in his ears, and it seemed to be extremely far away, and Wen Ling did not react for a long time.

"Lord Wen, the emperor has invited you into the palace."

With a bang, Wen Ling's head was full of sweat, and he was awakened by this sound.

Liu Ruoyu, the chief supervisor of the Inner Palace, stood there with an unkind face.

"Father-in-law Liu" Wen Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurriedly got up.

"Clean up and follow my father-in-law into the palace." Liu Ruoyu glanced at Wen Ling, and there was a hint of warning in his eyes.

(End of chapter)