"What? No! Was it Shi Heng's greed for merit? Fell into the trap of Huashan? The army was defeated?" The news of Wang's army's defeat somehow spread throughout the capital's large and small wine shops and teahouses. At the beginning, no one believed it, how could it be? Shi Heng was a battle-hardened general, and he led a hundred elite soldiers selected from Datong, an important border town, so how could he lose? How could he lose? Unfortunately, the most secret place in the world is the capital.

Since the nineteenth year of Yongle, with a holy decree of the Son of Yongle, Beiping City officially became the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, more than 20 years, the old and young masters in the capital, and the imperial court, large and small yamen, established inextricable links. The scribes in the yamen, the eunuchs and eunuchs in the imperial city, and the generals and pawns in the Beijing camp. Who is not rooted in this ancient city. It is precisely because of this that the bigwigs of the old party tried every possible means to hide the facts, but in one day, they broke through many obstacles and spread all over the streets and alleys of Beijing.

The dignified king was defeated by a group of reckless thieves, which deeply hurt the self-esteem of the people in Beijing, and also made countless people question whether the current court is still not the destiny of heaven, and whether it can rule the world. And the latter point is the most terrible for the princes in the court. However, they can no longer take into account such 'trivial matters', because the failure to rescue Shanxi this time has triggered a new round of party disputes.

A sedan chair carried by eight people was driven by the sedan chair driver from the Tianguan Yamen to Zhongshu Province, although it was said that the sedan chair drivers had gone very fast, but the officials sitting in the sedan chair urged vigorously: "Go faster! If you miss a big event, the old man will let your whole family go to Tieling to dig iron ore!" If you are familiar with it, you can hear that this urgent voice like the fire room is Wang Zhi, one of the few bigwigs in the old party. And the direction he walked was the newly built Zhongshu Province.

Not only the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, but also the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, the Yamen of the Ministry of War, the Yamen of the Ministry of Crime, the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry, the Department of General Administration, the Metropolitan Inspection Yuan, and the Dali Temple, which were the key points of the imperial court where the old party was entrenched, also had an eight-lift sedan chair carried out from the headquarters hall and quickly rushed to the location of Zhongshu Province.

Except for Hu Ying, who was so old that he could barely walk, he moved his steps like stepping on ants step by step with the support of his old family, and the other seven Dajiuqing rushed into the gate of Zhongshu Province like a wind, and the speed was almost the same as practicing the light skill of chasing cicadas in eight steps.

"Shi Heng has made a rash advance this time, ruining the major affairs of the imperial court! The old man is going to beat the queen mother, cut Shi Heng's title, and depose him as the governor of the left army!" Listening to Fang Buli's roar, several subordinates felt a chill in their hearts, and they knew that the time for the final decisive battle had come. If it wins, the old party can break Xue Jian, the most powerful arm of the new party in the army, but if it loses, Shi Heng, a military dignitary who has been pulled over with great difficulty, will be penniless. Without Shi Heng, who else could the old party count on? Could it be the wavering Yang Hong? The old party's investment in Shi Heng was much greater than Fang Buli imagined, and if Shi Heng was finished like this, the old party would really lose all its money.

"Fang Xiang, although Xue Jian is your wife and nephew, you have to remember that you are not only Xue Jian's uncle, but also the prime minister of the imperial court!!" Kuang Ye almost poked Fang Buli's nose and roared, completely losing the official authority and demeanor that Ping Yu had raised, and forgetting the difference between up and down. Maybe now in his heart, there is only a partisan division.

"Kuang Butang, pay attention to your identity. Fang Buli lightly corrected the wild mistake, his eyebrows were full of sorrow, and the strange thing was that he tolerated Kuang Ye's rudeness. After a sentence, he picked up a letterhead with a watermark on the table and handed it to Kuang Ye, "Let's circulate it to a few ministers." Something happened in Nanjing. A few words lightly stirred up a huge wave in the hearts of several bigwigs of the old party. If Nanjing falls, the south will certainly not be protected, and if the imperial court reacts a little slower, it will affect the whole country. Not to mention that there is still a Huashan faction in Shanxi that pulls up the anti-flag.

"Ahem. The envoy of the general administration spoke, "According to the rules, the emergency of the Nanjing garrison should be directly to the military headquarters, and after the military headquarters receives it, it will be delivered to the palace according to its priority." I don't know where Fang Xiang's urgency came from?"

"The governor of Caoyun is reversed, and the emergency of the Nanjing garrison is blocked in Jining. This secret letter was sent by a spy planted by the Prime Minister at sea. I didn't expect that the former Song Dynasty still had power? Why didn't it start in the first place?" The last sentence Fang asked and answered himself, and his voice was almost inaudible.

Just when the nine of them stared, Hu Ying finally walked into the room. Don't look at the old Hu Ying's walking, he has to be supported by someone, but his ears are very good, "Let Xue Jian strictly guard the eight paths of Taihang, and don't let Huashan's army advance eastward." The Huashan faction is a martial arts sect, and the tighter the court presses, the more they are together. If they ignore them, they will all be in chaos, and compared to those mountain bandits, the army of the former Song Dynasty is the most important. Ahem, ahem..."

Everyone looked at Old Hu Ying, not knowing what to say. Besides, no matter who said this, Lao Hu Ying couldn't say it, and if he did, it would be a bad luck in the evening. What is Lao Hu Ying going to do? Old Confused? Fang Buli didn't have time to think about it, since Lao Hu Ying made a mistake, then he was not polite, "It's rare that Old Hu is so well aware of righteousness, so immediately send troops south..."

Without waiting for Fang to finish speaking, Lao Hu Ying intercepted the conversation, "Xue Dudu sits in Taihang, Changping Bo sits in Datong to ensure that Jinbei is not lost, and the right one is Shi Heng at the moment." However, how about depriving him of his post as the governor of the Left Army and making meritorious contributions to see the aftermath?"

"Old fox, are you waiting for me here?" Fang Bu scolded in a heart, but after thinking about it, there was no better arrangement than this, and nodded silently, which was considered to be the answer.

The struggle between the old and the new parties was started by one war and ended by another. It's a pity that the old party still looked at the wrong person, Shi Heng, an old-fashioned officer who had fought against the Warat rangers in northern Xinjiang for many years, could not adapt to the dense water network and flexible mountain warfare in the south, and died tragically under the city wall of Nanjing, the object of his rescue. (To be continued.) )