Chapter 837: Yan Song's Crisis
"This was done by those scholars and officials."
At the Yan family, the young cabinet minister has already changed into his official uniform.
The staff reported solemnly, "The people below investigated and could not find the source."
Yan Shifan said coldly: "No one in the world can match those people's ability to spread rumors and stir up trouble. Do you know why?"
The aide shook his head.
It's not that he is humble, but that he really doesn't know.
Yan Shifan had been serving Emperor Jiajing for a long time, and had learned the emperor's habit of keeping secrets. When he saw his staff shaking their heads, he said calmly, "Master, execute Shao Zhengmao!"
The staff was stunned.
"Yes, Master executed Shao Zhengmao for the reason..."
The reason why the sage in the eyes of the scholars killed Shao Zhengmao was not very good.
A far-fetched batch!
But, public opinion is with me!
"If I say you deserve to die, then you deserve to die. The emperors have mastered this to perfection. But the best are the scholars. Your Majesty is hiding in the West Garden and they call him a fool and a tyrant...
Haha! The people are stupid, and most of the scholars are fools who just follow what others say. Therefore, Your Majesty has become a foolish emperor in the eyes of the world. "
Yan Shifan said sarcastically: "This skill is a gift from God, and others can't learn it."
The staff sighed, "But the prime minister is in trouble."
“It’s a bad thing, but it’s also a good thing.”
"Oh! I'd like to hear more about it."
"At first glance, this incident has a great impact on my father. After all, his reputation has been ruined. But think about it from another perspective. My father has been in the limelight all along, and I was just worrying about how to make him keep a low profile. Now this has happened! God grants our wishes!"
The young cabinet minister smiled and said, "Speaking of which, we have to thank those scholars."
The staff praised: "Young Minister is really smart."
"The people in the palace have probably set off?"
"Yes, Yuan Fu will probably return to Beijing alone in the afternoon."
"Let's prepare a welcoming banquet! We'll have a family dinner after my father returns from the palace."
"Yes."
The aide left and walked for a while. He heard the sound of something breaking. He turned back in confusion and asked, "Who is this?"
At this moment in the study, Yan Shifan's face was ashen and his only eye was full of hatred.
The teacups, pen washers, four treasures of the study, etc. on the table are now on the ground.
"You bastard! You bastard!"
Yan Shifan gnashed his teeth and said, "My father has been accumulating fame all the way, and now he is just one step away. Those bastards!"
Yan Shifan closed his eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "Someone come!"
An attendant came in with his head down, worried about being taken out on, so his voice was a little weaker, "Young Lord."
"Go, tell my father to run as fast as possible and act in a panic. After entering the city, don't go anywhere else and go to the palace to apologize immediately."
"Yes."
……
Yan Song was enjoying his last glory in the army.
He knew that after returning to Beijing, the honor would belong to the emperor, and he, as the emperor's loyal dog, could only hide behind the emperor.
Yan Song knew exactly when to be in the limelight, when to keep a low profile, and how to avoid angering Emperor Jiajing.
Du He was eager to go home, and Du Bao was even more so, "Dad, why don't I go back to Beijing first!"
"You are not allowed to leave without permission!" Du He sent his son away with just one sentence.
"I miss my mother."
"Bullshit." Du He cursed, "Do you think your father doesn't know? You want to show off to those playboys!"
Du Bao chuckled, "No one knows a son better than his father! Dad, don't you want to?"
"I want to." Du He narrowed his eyes, "But the uncle is so low-key, we..."
"Uncle is uncle, and we are us. Uncle is conspicuous, but we are not!" Du Bao wished he could set up hundreds of tables at home to celebrate for them and their son.
This is still an act of seeking recognition and affirmation from the outside world.
"My Lord is too low-key." Du He sighed, "Such a young and famous general, such an inspiring victory, can't even make him feel more happy."
If Jiang Qingzhi were here, he would tell him: There is nothing wrong in living your life by gaining recognition and affirmation from the outside world, but don't go overboard.
Zhu Shitai really missed home.
I miss that father who always has a stern face, and that mother who seems strict but actually cares for me very much.
and uncle.
Ma Fang was also eager to go home. He missed his wife and children. He had made a lot of contributions in this battle, so he should be rewarded a lot. He would have a short vacation when he returned and reunite with his family...
Ma Fang looked up at the sky. It was a pity that there was no snow. Otherwise, the whole family would go out of the city to enjoy the snow and play, and it would be so happy to see the children having fun.
He thought of his teacher's words: I have been suppressing your achievements in the past, not to avoid suspicion, but because the timing is wrong. After this great victory, the Beijing Guards will gradually replace their firearms. After replacing firearms, how to quickly convert them into fighting skills requires experienced people to lead the team.
This is the chance for Tiger Guard Zuowei!
As the earliest and most accomplished Tiger Guard Left Guard, he is the perfect choice!
Whether he stayed in Huben Zuowei or was transferred to another guard post, Ma Fang's chance for promotion had come.
Everything comes naturally and naturally.
Thank you, my teacher!
Ma Fang said softly.
In the team, countless people are looking forward to tomorrow.
Tomorrow, we will return to the capital in triumph!
Yan Song was looking forward to it.
The people will flock out of the city to welcome him, and all the officials will come out to welcome him... Amidst the deafening cheers and the countless attention, Yan Song will reach the pinnacle of his life. Afterwards, the glory will belong to the emperor.
But after experiencing this just once, Yan Song felt it was enough.
Zhao Wenhua was also a little excited. As greedy as he was, he had never thought that triumph could make him so excited.
No wonder those warriors take pride in dying on the battlefield.
Just think about it, the war horses returned with the corpses, the king mourned, the officials sighed, and the people were grieved...
Isn’t the purpose of life to pursue such a glorious destination?
Even if it is a funeral honor.
Zhao Wenhua even thought about joining the army.
For example, how about a military supervisor?
He only said half of this before his adoptive father coldly shot back, "Do you think you are stronger than me?"
The old Yuanfu didn't dare to make comments on the battle situation in front of Jiang Qingzhi, which showed that he knew his own limitations. You, Zhao Wenhua, are just a fool, are you better than the old godfather?
If that is true, I will let you be the Prime Minister.
Zhao Wenhua blushed with shame, turned around and vowed to study the military books. No, read them right away. He found a few military books and read them on horseback every day, but after persisting for half a day, he threw the military books to his followers.
It's not that he couldn't understand it. He combined the knowledge points in the military book with the course of this war and found himself confused.
Jiang Qingzhi's way of deploying troops is inconsistent with what is written in military books!
Altan... There was something wrong with the way Altan used his troops.
Damn it, are they stupid, or are the military strategists who wrote the military books stupid?
Shen Jun kindly reminded him, "Andan has been fighting for half his life, and he has his own ideas on how to use troops."
——It’s like reading and writing articles. Everyone reads the same book and writes about the same topic, but the content of each person’s writing is very different.
"Chang Wei Bo's use of troops is like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace."
Shen Jun was Yan Song's aide. He was not very fond of Zhao Wenhua, his adopted son, and finally ridiculed him secretly.
——With your qualifications, you still want to compete with Long Weber in the use of troops?
Zhao Wenhua had made himself miserable, and spent all his energy on winning people's hearts and collecting bribes along the way. At first, there was only one carriage accompanying him, but when he was about to arrive at the capital, there were more than 20 carriages belonging to Zhao Wenhua along with the baggage caravan.
The number of vehicles belonging to Yan Song did not increase much, only five. However, those who bribed or gave gifts to Yan Song were too embarrassed to give him ordinary things.
The large carts that Zhao Wenhua knew of were loaded with either ancient paintings and calligraphy, or porcelain from previous dynasties, or some treasures.
If you give ordinary gold and silver... the old prime minister will spit on your face and then say righteously: I am not that kind of person!
But if you go to another place, for example, send the gold and silver to the Yan family, the old prime minister will change his attitude and ask you what's the matter with a smile.
The old prime minister knew exactly when to receive what benefits.
The value of the things loaded on those trucks was at least ten times more than the benefits Zhao Wenhua had collected along the way.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wenhua's heart was burning with excitement, and he said to his followers: "It's actually quite boring to always stay in the capital. It would be best to go to the countryside once a year."
Go out empty-handed and return with a full load.
His followers also gained a lot of benefits by following him. Not only did they eat a lot of food, but they also received some small gifts, which added up to tens of thousands of dollars.
"Otherwise, find an excuse to go back!"
Zhao Wenhua's heart was moved. At this time, the attendant said, "That's... someone from the palace."
It was the eunuch who came. Zhao Wenhua hurried over and said, "Foster father, I'm afraid His Majesty has made some arrangements."
Yan Song nodded, "Could it be that the prince is going to come out to greet him?"
The prince's coming out to greet the enemy on behalf of the emperor can greatly boost morale and demonstrate the huge gains of this battle.
The eunuch rode over and Yan Song bowed, "Your Majesty, are you well?"
"Your Majesty is well." The eunuch said coldly, "Your Majesty's orders!"
Yan Song and others dismounted and stood with their hands behind their backs.
"Order Yan Song to return to Beijing immediately!"
Uh!
Zhao Wenhua raised his head, feeling delighted, and whispered, "It's a good thing that your majesty wants to see my foster father alone."
Yan Song narrowed his eyes, Shen Jun walked over and quietly handed him a brocade bag.
This eunuch had been to Zhilu many times before, and he was always smiling when he saw Yan Song and even the staff around him. At this moment, he took a step back and looked at Shen Jun coldly, "What are you doing? Don't try to play tricks on me!"
Zhao Wenhua's smile froze on his face, he knew something was wrong.
Yan Song immediately coughed dryly. "Why don't you retreat!"
Shen Jun was embarrassed and immediately stepped back.
Yan Song stepped forward and whispered, "Is it inappropriate?"
The eunuch said calmly, "Don't you know the good things that Yuanfu has done? That's all I know."
It's quite good that he can say this.
"Thank you." Yan Song nodded, his eyes dark, and then he mounted his horse, "Let's go!"
On the way, Yan Song met someone sent by Yan Shifan, but Yan Song was surrounded by eunuchs from the palace, so he couldn't say those words. He could only say something... The young cabinet minister broke his leg and was able to walk today. He just entered the palace.
Yan Song knew something was wrong as soon as he heard it, otherwise, given Yan Shifan's personality, he would not have entered the palace so early.
After entering the West Garden, Yan Song was thinking all the way.
When I met the Taoist priest, he was reading a Taoist book.
"Your Majesty, I, Yan Song, pay my respects to you!"
Yan Song knelt down.
It’s a compliment!
Still scolding!
The Taoist priest was looking at the Taoist book.
After a long while, just when Yan Song felt that his knees were not his own, the Taoist priest said slowly:
"Minister Yan, how is your fortune going along the way?"
Bah!
Yan Song kowtowed vigorously, "Your Majesty, I am guilty of death!"
(End of this chapter)
