In the spring, I plant a lot of corn, and I can harvest a lot in the fall? Perhaps in the eyes of many people, it is a matter of course that if you sow melons, you will reap melons, if you sow beans, you will reap beans. However, after Fan Xian came to the capital from Danzhou, he worked for the Daqing court many times and benefited the common people a lot. Although he is not a benevolent person, he still planted a lot of blessings either automatically or consciously. , It's just a pity that in the autumn of the tenth year of Qingli, no blessings were born.
All the official positions were taken away, all the powers were confiscated, and all the relatives who cared about became hostages in disguise. He became a white body, a rich man who could only listen to ditties and visit Baoyuelou in the capital. idler.
Unfortunately, no one has reported any grievances on his behalf, and no one dared to intercede with His Majesty on his behalf. All the officials and citizens just watched this scene happen calmly, and even watched it a little calmly.
Show kindness without repaying it? Does Fan Xian have this kind of spiritual level? No one knows, but in people's eyes, Mrs. Fan... no, little eunuch, no, Fan Xian, since autumn, he has played the role of this rich and idle person perfectly. Wandering in the alley, hanging out in Baoyue Building, teasing the children in the mansion, chatting with the women at home, and reading the new novels published by Danbo Bookstore.
The Danbo Medical Center opposite the bookstore is still open, and the doctors from the Imperial Hospital have replaced Fan Ruoruo to practice medicine among the people. I don’t know if this is the condition that the snow-like woman in the palace made to His Majesty. Anyway, Miss Fan’s family has been staying in the deep palace. Among them, Fan Xian had no choice but to go to the palace to see, so he changed his original idea and asked his wife to go to the palace many times.
After more than a month passed peacefully like this, the Fan Mansion was so quiet that it was almost forgotten by the people in Kyoto, and Fan Xian was so silent that he almost disappeared in people's discussions.
However, there was one place where Fan Xian couldn't be forgotten, and that was Taixue, because although His Majesty's decree took away all of Fan Xian's official positions, he left him a idle position as a teacher at Taixue. It started about 20 days ago, perhaps because it was too boring to be a rich and idle person in the mansion, Fan Xian finally made money from the gentle village, and began to attend classes at Taixue.
The Taixue with ancient trees facing the road is as quiet as usual. The news of Fan Xian's coming to Taixue class aroused those Taixue students. In the open space in front of Qingxin Pond, hundreds of people could often be seen gathering together, listening with relish.
It was Fan Xian's habit to give lectures to these students at the stone steps in front of Qingxin Pond. Because there were too many students who came to listen to his class, Taixue couldn't arrange it, so he had to follow his nonsense and put the class between heaven and earth. Some people couldn't help but think that maybe Fan Xian just wanted to take advantage of the continuous autumn rain to save himself a few words.
The content of the class is actually very simple. The main thing is that Mr. Zhuang Mohan, a great Confucian in the Northern Qi Dynasty, spent his whole life editing those Zishi classics. Nanqing Taixue spent several years of hard work. After sorting out the carriage of books, Fan Xian was quite familiar with these books, so he didn't need to be stage fright when he talked about the allusions above.
Of course, Fan Xian's lectures are different. Basically, every time he arranges a few instructors to talk in front of the Qingxin Pool, and finally he goes to the battle in person to debate with the students under his rank. As for the content of the debate , due to some disrespect, it was not spread outside Taixue.
Although Fan Xian is nothing now, at least in Taixue, in the hearts of these young students, he is still a very remarkable figure, at least a somewhat privileged figure.
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It was a bright autumn day, when the atmosphere of autumn was thick, Fan Xian lazily finished the day's class, not bothering to pay attention to the verbal offensive of the student with a blushing thick neck who refused to give up, clapped his hands, and walked down the stone steps, Said: "I told you a long time ago that I can basically memorize the collection of classics and history, but I can't explain what you want me to say. Although I understand the truth that a teacher must be famous, how can there be such a thing in the world?" Something like a righteous war? It’s nothing more than an excuse.”
"My Great Master of Daqing is pointing his sword at the world, so naturally it is to relieve the people..." The student followed Fan Xian's ass with a dozen or so good friends, and said something very dissatisfied.
Today's topic talks about the period when the Great Wei Dynasty established the country. To put it in a more plain language, it means that the two sides are analyzing the issue of justice in war. Fan Xian is the most unclear about this issue, and he thinks that there are not many people in the world A question that can be articulated by the individual.
Fan Xian got into the carriage and left Taixue, ignoring the students behind who were still aggrieved. The carriage walked on the streets of Kyoto for a while, and then escaped from the hustle and bustle of Taixue's tranquility, and returned to the autumn scenery. He subconsciously opened the curtains and looked at the street scene outside the car with a smile, but he couldn't hide the melancholy between his brows.
After being a wealthy and idle person for a month, this is only a superficial phenomenon. He just wanted to make an appearance for the court and the palace. In Fan Xian's heart, there was always a flame that was completely opposite to his superficial peace and happiness. , but this flame was suppressed extremely well by him.
And he was also forced to suppress it, because the current situation still didn't allow him to see any opportunities to take advantage of. After returning to the capital, Fan Xian never returned to the Overwatch Council, especially after expelling all the members of the Qi Nian team from the capital, it became extremely difficult to even contact one place. But this does not mean that Fan Xian has no other sources of information. He knows very well that in only one month, the Emperor Laozi, with the powerful assistance of Yan Bingyun, has successfully quelled most of the unrest in the Overwatch Council. The factors are all suppressed, and the work of exchanging blood is also proceeding in an orderly manner. It just depends on which day it can be truly cleaned.
And the news from Jiangnan was not so good. All these symptoms are the source of Fan Xian's worries. He found that he still underestimated the control and power of the imperial power in a feudal society. Under the coercion of the imperial power, it is also developing in the direction of submission.
Fan Xian frowned. In fact, regarding the issue between him and the emperor Lao Tzu, it seemed to be in the Overwatch Council, the inner treasury, and the capital, but it was actually in the world. All the officials of the Qing Dynasty court, the folk Homo sapiens, even the scholar Hu Dashi and even Yan Bingyun, they didn't understand this, so they didn't understand why His Majesty the Emperor would deal with Fan Xian in this way, except for all the official powers of Fan Xian. , but let him live in the capital so chicly, still retaining a dark influence.
Fan Xian's current state is neither dead nor alive, and only he and the emperor Laozi understand the reason for this state.
If it was just dealing with Fan Xian alone, His Majesty the Emperor was much stronger than him. He could knock him into the dust and step on him without any effort at all, making him unable to stand up forever. But the problem is that Fan Xian's influence in the dark is terrifyingly strong outside of the capital, even outside the borders of the Qing Kingdom. Even with His Majesty's self-confidence and pride, it is impossible to underestimate this level of strength.
That's why His Majesty let Fan Xian stay in the capital without dying or alive, and then slowly and steadily cut down Fan Xian's influence outside the capital bit by bit. hands.
This is a process in which quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. If Fan Xian's influence is not eliminated to a risk that the Qing court can bear, His Majesty the Emperor will not really kill, because even if Fan Xian dies, Dongyi and Xi Liang would still get into a mess, and His Majesty the Emperor didn't want to see this scene.
And if His Majesty the Emperor can really control these problems perfectly, then what does it matter whether Fan Xian lives or dies
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The carriage arrived at Baoyue Building very familiarly. Fan Xian got out of the carriage, put his hands behind his back, entered the building, and walked directly to the courtyard by the Slender Lake behind him, without even looking at the figure at the street behind him. glance.
The person watching Fan Xian was an ascetic monk. No one knew how many ascetic monks were watching him in secret. The problem was that ascetic monks were not allowed to approach women. Followed too.
Passing through the cool breeze on the lake, Fan Xian walked into the small courtyard specially reserved for him, looked at the more charming and more beautiful brothel owner in front of him, and said with a smile: "Is there any new song to listen to today? "
Shi Qing'er covered her mouth with a smile, and said: "Young master doesn't write poems now, where can there be good tunes that can listen to your ears?"
Several years have passed since the year when Fan Xian ransacked the building, but this woman named Shi Qing'er did not show any signs of aging. Fan Xian squinted at her, smiled, and said nothing.
In fact, there is no need for the inner court's eyeliner to watch at all. Everyone in the capital knows that Mr. Fan has already become a half-used rich and idle person, and the greatest pleasure in daily life is to find the girls in Baoyue Tower.
A rich and idle man, Fan Xian really deserves this reputation. Although he has no official power now, he still has money. No one knows how much gold and silver are hidden in the Fan Mansion, but at least on the surface, Fan The Baoyue Building in the industry has already swallowed most of the high-end buildings in the world under the protection of the Overwatch Council over the years with the strength of the Qing Kingdom. Under the rules and regulations formulated by Fan Xian Well, Baoyuelou has been opened all over the world. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it has dominated the brothel industry.
Baoyue Tower's nominal shopkeepers, Shi Chanli and Sang Wen, are still developing their careers in Dongyi City, and they have already extended their hands to the capital of the Northern Qi Dynasty. Everything is going smoothly, and they are well-known figures wherever they are placed.
Of course, everyone knew that Fan Xian stood behind them.
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Fan Xian lay on the soft couch, comfortably receiving the massage from the two girls, his eyes were closed, but his mind was running fast. Baoyue Building is an industry after all, and the court doesn't want to make it too stupid, and the palace doesn't want to discredit Fan's house, so Fan Xian left such a comfortable place. What comforted him was that it was obvious that people in this era still underestimated the usefulness that brothels could play in terms of intelligence.
A few years ago, the two boys, Fan Sizhe and the third prince, were lawless and ran amok to make a mess of business, but now it has become one of Fan Xian's trump cards.
"Su Wenmao was dismissed, what excuse did the court use?" Fan Xian asked after the courtyard was quiet. Su Wenmao, as Fan Xian's direct confidant, also held an official position in the court, so he couldn't leave his post without authorization, so he could only helplessly wait for the court to take action. Not long ago, the decree went directly to the three major squares in northern Fujian to take Su Wenmao back to Beijing. This was originally a very secret matter, but because of the existence of Baoyue Tower, Fan Xian knew about it earlier than most people in the capital. this matter.
Because he had been mentally prepared for a long time, Fan Xian was not surprised or angry. He just wondered anxiously whether the people sent by the Qi Nian team to northern Fujian had explained clearly to Su Wenmao. He believed that Su Wenmao, the cheerful No. 2 supporter, would not foolishly confront the court head-on, but he was worried that the time was too short, and Su Wenmao would not be able to arrange enough hands and feet in the inner library.
The Neiku is Fan Xian's second root. The Neiku Transshipment Department has been fully taken over by His Majesty, but Fan Xian will not let this root be cut off by the palace directly. If it is to be cut off, it must be done by Fan Xian, and it will be cut off with one knife. , It will surely make the government and the people of Qing Dynasty feel pain to the bone.
Thinking of this, thinking of Shijia Village in the north of Dongyi City, which was heavily guarded by soldiers, thinking of the internal warehouse process that each had a copy in the three major squares and the palace, and the copy in his mind, the corners of Fan Xian's lips curled up. With a hint of a smile, the hands in the sleeves slowly clenched into fists.
On Xiliang Road, Deng Ziyue successfully escaped from the imperial court's secret net, but he didn't know where he was hiding at the moment, but since there was no news of Deng Ziyue's death in the intelligence, Fan Xian felt extremely comforted. It's just that the four members over there must be leaderless now, and I don't know if they can withstand the pressure of the Overwatch Council's Kyoto branch. The order Hong Yiqing accepted was to first go to the grassland to find that person, and then come back to contact the forces in Dingzhou and Qingzhou City, hoping everything will be in time...
"Gong Dian has arrived in Dingzhou." Shi Qing'er said with a low eyebrow.
Fan Xian was silent. He really didn't expect the emperor's reaction to be so quick that he would directly transfer the commander of the imperial army to Dingzhou to suppress the suppression. He was an old man from the Dingzhou Army, and with his seniority and merit, Hongcheng might not be able to resist, and he might be forced to be recalled to the capital.
If there is a way for Hongcheng to stay in Dingzhou and control his part of the military strength, Xiliang must be the first to get into chaos.
Fan Xian frowned tightly, and realized that everything was out of his control. He only hoped that the first batch of people sent to the grassland could contact Hu Ge quickly, so that those Hu people on the grassland could reverse the situation. At the right time, in this early winter season, launch a wave of offensive first.
Things were too messy and complicated, how could Fan Xian really be free? He glanced at Shi Qing'er helplessly, and asked, "How is the investigation of the bribery case by the Ministry of Industry going?"
"Master Yang..." Shi Qing'er glanced at him worriedly, and said, "The case was finalized yesterday, and the verdict will be issued in Dali Temple this afternoon."
Although she belonged to the second prince back then, under the coercion of Fan Xian these years, she could no longer give up her mind. What's more, as a woman from a brothel, she knew that the young man in front of her was actually the same as everyone in the capital. The rich and powerful all have some faint differences. She wants to be the second Sang Wen, but she doesn't want to be the second Yuan Meng, so she sees Mr. Fan's left and right arms being torn off by the court bloody one by one. She couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive and frightened.
Fan Xian glanced at the sky on the lake, and after a moment of silence, he said, "It's afternoon, then I'll pick him up."
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In the corruption case of Yang Wanli, a member of the Hedu Division of the Ministry of Industry, it only took more than ten days from the time he was accused to the time when the case papers were handed over to Dali Temple from the Ministry of Criminal Justice. , It's amazing enough, people who don't know the inside story, I'm afraid that His Majesty's will to clean up the government has suddenly become a real knife and gun in the tenth year of the Qing Dynasty.
But the real people in the official circles can't help but feel a little sad and cold when watching this big scene, because they all know what kind of person Yang Wanli is. Officials are clear.
Yang Wanli is one of the four sons of the Fan family. Back then, the money Mr. Fan raised privately passed through the hand of the Governor of the River Transport into the embankment like flowing water, and all of it passed through his hands. The several thousand taels of snowflake silver mentioned in the indictment... don't eat the fat, but want to eat those bribes from the Yamen of the Ministry of Industry
What's more, all the officials know that Fanmen is extremely strict and lenient, not to mention the salary of the Overwatch Council which is several times that of the officials of the imperial court. They are all supported by the Fan Mansion, just a few thousand taels of silver, which is not difficult. Everyone knows that the Fan Mansion is the world's leading God of Wealth. How could Yang Wanli be corrupt
But it was precisely because they knew these things that the officials knew better that Yang Wanli's trial was only the intention of the palace. Under the single-handed arrangement of his disciple Zhongshuhe, the procedure of the trial proceeded extremely quickly, and today Dali Temple will pronounce the verdict. According to some inside information, if Master Hu didn't really feel sorry for Yang Wanli's talent and innocence, and forcibly intervened, I'm afraid Master Yang's end would be even worse.
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Fan Xian stood alone in front of the Yamen of Dali Temple, alone, waiting for the result of the judgment inside. The yamen servants outside the yamen hall of Dali Temple had already recognized his identity, and they were terrified. They had already passed the news to the adults inside, but they had no choice but to stand in front of Fan Xian tremblingly.
Fortunately, Fan Xian didn't lose his temper, he just waited silently for Yang Wanli to come out. The nearest yamen to Dali Temple is the Office of the Overwatch Council. When those little bastards found the dean here, they couldn't help but stand out of the yamen's door, watching this scene with suppressed excitement.
One was Fan Xian's old den, and the rectification movement back then had indeed produced a group of loyal subordinates. Otherwise, there would have been a large number of officials from one and one to escort him out of the city if there had been a riot in the execution ground that day. Although Mu Tie had already been kicked out of the Overwatch Council, these officials still regarded Fan Xian as the dean and refused to accept Yan Bingyun at all. It's just that the Qing Law Court has strict rules, and these officials can only look at the lonely Fan Xian from a distance for moral support.
Fan Xian didn't turn his head to look at those boys, but still looked at the Yamen of Dali Temple with a comforting smile on his face.
There was a mighty voice in the yamen, and not long after, Song Shiren, the former official litigator of the Overwatch Council, the wealthy mouth of Jingdu, came out of the yamen of Dali Temple silently, with no joy on his face, but a bit of sternness.
Ever since Fan Xian was deprived of the post of director of the Overwatch Council, Song Shiren, a non-staff member, didn't want to stay in the Overwatch Council any longer, but found Fan Xian directly. Fan Xian didn't expect that this rich mouth would have such a reciprocating side, he was a little surprised, and naturally placed him down, just when the imperial court started to clean up Fan's family, for the sake of the imperial court's face, naturally, they couldn't engage in secret agents... Everything must respect the law of Qing, so Fan Xian sent him out, at least to seek a relatively fair ending for his subordinates.
Seeing Song Shiren's expression, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I can't enter the yamen now, so I beg you... We have all read the case, there is no reason why we can't win."
"We know it's the witness evidence arranged by the imperial court, but no one can do anything about it." Song Shiren sighed, looked at Fan Xian and said, "Didn't your lord use this method when he was in the south of the Yangtze River to rectify the Ming family?"
Fan Xian's heart trembled slightly, and his voice was pressed into a cold line and he said sharply, "I don't expect to get rid of Wan Li's crime, but what I said is winning, at least... I have to see others at this time!"
"Three years in prison." Song Shiren said dejectedly, now that he is working for Mr. Fan, if he fights against the entire imperial court with his own strength, he will lose the lawsuit no matter what.
"Where is there such a thing as a prisoner?" Fan Xian angrily scolded: "Three thousand taels of silver, at most three thousand miles, the Qing Law clearly stated that returning the stolen money can be a crime, how is your lawsuit going?" call taxi?"
Song Shiren hesitated to speak, and said with a wry smile: "Of course Qinglu wrote it like this. It was originally agreed to return the stolen goods and punish the crime yesterday, but today the scholar He came to the trial, but he erased this article. He was also turned into a prisoner."
"He Zongwei?" Fan Xian laughed instead of anger when he heard the familiar name. After a long silence, he took out a bank note from his bosom, suppressed his expression, and said calmly, "Go in again and hand over the bank note." Give it to Dali Temple Minister and ask him, how did he learn the Qing law? Do you want me to stand up and fight this lawsuit with him personally?"
Song Shiren took the bank note, stared blankly at the amount of 30,000 taels on it, and after a moment of silence, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and walked up to the government hall again. He knew that Fan Xian was really forced by the court to make such a move There was no other way, for the sake of Yang Wanli's life and death, Fan Xian had no choice but to stand up and sell this not old face, just to see what the officials of Dali Temple would think.
I don't know what Song Shiren said after he entered. Not long after, an official coughed twice, walked down the stone steps, and whispered something in Fan Xian's ear. Fan Xian didn't answer either, but just shook his head. The official looked helpless and walked back.
Finally, Song Shiren helped Yang Wanli out of the Yamen of Dali Temple. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and saw that Yang Wanli was being tortured in the prison. A dark fire welled up in his heart, but he took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed it. He called a few servants to carry Yang Wanli into the carriage.
Yang Wanli brushed past him, the teacher and student who were very similar in age didn't say anything, but a trace of resignation and grief flashed in Yang Wanli's eyes.
Fan Xian felt a little cold. He knew what Yang Wanli was grieving and angry about. An official who only wanted to do something, but because of these messy things in the court and the palace, he had to suffer grievances that he didn't have at all. Not to mention, the key is that the reputation is tarnished. As a scholar, who can bear it
Just when Fan Xian was about to leave, He Zongwei, a scholar of Zhongshu University under his door, accompanied by several officials, slowly walked out of the yamen of Dali Temple. He Zongwei looked at Fan Xian and said after a moment of silence, "Young Master Fan is so elegant."
Fan Xian didn't even bother to look at this person. This attitude made the officials around He Zongwei a little angry. The situation in Kyoto is no longer what it used to be. He Zongwei is very popular, but Fan Xian is already white. He refuses to answer questions in front of officials, which is against the rules.
He Zongwei didn't show any emotional reaction, and asked: "I'm curious, what exactly did you say to that lord earlier, the Dali Temple Zhengqing will suddenly change his mind."
This is really a point that Master He is very curious about. He often enters the palace, and of course he knows that the rift between His Majesty and this young Mr. Fan will no longer be able to bridge the rift between the two parties, so now he looks at Fan Xian, and he is not as afraid as he was back then. They made tricks in the dark to ensure that Yang Wanli, one of the four sons of the Fan family, had no chance of turning around, but he didn't expect that everything was going well, but in the end he suddenly changed his appearance.
Obviously the young man in front of him is no longer a holy family member, and has no official position, why are the officials in Dali Temple shocked by his words? He Zongwei couldn't figure it out. He didn't know what kind of magical power Fan Xian possessed, which made these officials not even listen to His Majesty's hints.
Fan Xian turned around, gave him a cold look, and said, "I told that lord, don't make me lose my temper."
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"Do you want to make me mad?" Fan Xian looked at He Zongwei's slightly dark face with narrowed eyes, and suddenly smiled slightly and said, "Actually, I also really want to know, what can you do to me if you beat up the imperial court official in the street?" ?”
As soon as these words came out, the few officials around He Zongwei finally figured out that Fan Xian's power wasn't just in his official position and power, so they took a step back, but He Zongwei still stood calmly in front of Fan Xian, Sighing, after trying to understand the reason, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. In terms of official position and power, he might be able to suppress the other party, but in the face of vicious and unreasonable killings, he would never be able to be like this person. arrogance.
"Cheng Jialin, the magistrate of Suzhou, was invaded by prostitutes and asked to go back to Beijing to defend himself. Probably in a few days, he will come to Dali Temple again." He Zongwei said gently: "It seems that you, a rich and idle person in Kyoto, can't be real. Take it easy."
Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly, and he said casually, "You are His Majesty's dog, so you have to be busy running around, I won't."
Hitting people doesn't slap people in the face, it's just that many years ago, Fan Xian slapped He Zongwei in the face. Today, at the gate of the yamen, he coldly called He Zongwei a dog on the street, and waited for Ruo to slap him in the face again. After all, the current He Zongwei is not the little censor he was back then. As the first-class minister in the court, he has his own face to worry about. What's more, there are so many people watching at this time, his slightly dark complexion gradually changed. , said in a cold voice: "As a minister, you are naturally your majesty's dog. In my opinion, you are also your majesty's dog, aren't you?"
Senior Scholar He thought that he should respond to this sentence in a decent manner. He saved his face and blocked it back, making it difficult for Fan Xian to respond. However, he never thought that Fan Xian would laugh when he heard this sentence.
"If I'm a dog, what is Your Majesty?" Fan Xian looked at him mockingly, said with a sneer, turned and got into the carriage.
He Zongwei's face froze, knowing that he had said something wrong, just like he didn't understand why Fan Xian could influence Dali Temple today, because no matter how the other party was demoted, the other party... was still His Majesty's flesh and blood. It is also impossible to compare. He Zongwei felt a strong sadness in his heart, feeling that life is always so unfair.
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In the capital, Fan Xian couldn't be idle. When it was very difficult to meet the combined punches from His Majesty, he only cared about resisting, but he didn't have any ability or method to fight back. On the real battlefield between him and the emperor Laozi, thrilling dramas are being staged. These dramas have no audience and are not recorded in the history books, but they are actually staged, because only in these places can Fan Xian have enough strength. The chess pieces laid by the emperor Laozi launched the most resolute counterattack.
In Dingzhou City on Xiliang Road, I don't know what kind of entanglement Li Hongcheng was having with Gong Dian who came to take over. On the road from Nanqing to Dongyi City, the armies of the two sides were facing each other, and no one was willing to give in. The 3,000 officers and soldiers of the Yanjing Day Camp winter training were blocked at the border, and they did not dare to enter. This situation has been deadlocked for three days.
"Your Majesty has an order to let us enter Dongyi City to assist His Highness to quell the chaos, but His Highness directly blocked him with a military order, saying that his 10,000 elite soldiers are enough." Wang Zhikun, the commander of the Yanjing Camp, looked into the camp. His cronies sneered, "Since those 10,000 elite soldiers are fighting the chaos in Xiaoliang, who can stop our soldiers from entering Dongyi?"
When he said this, Wang Zhikun's anger finally broke out. This was originally a trial by the imperial court towards Dongyi City. Everything was proceeding according to the plan. If the eldest prince did not send troops to stop him, he would use these 3,000 elite soldiers as the vanguard, and the Yanjing camp had prepared a total of 20,000 people. , ready to go along the road. Who knew that these 3,000 elite soldiers were actually blocked on the border, unable to enter even a single step.
He pointed at the generals below and scolded: "One thousand! One thousand people scared you out of your courage? The other party is also a sergeant of my Daqing. Do they really dare to attack the army sent by the imperial court?"
"That's a black knight." A general said with a trembling voice: "Chen Pingping is dead, and Mr. Fan is under house arrest in the capital. Who knows if these murderous black knights... will really draw their swords."
The corners of Wang Zhikun's eyes twitched slightly, but he didn't curse any more. Regarding this secret military operation, he nominally accepted the Privy Council's winter training order, but in fact he accepted His Majesty's secret decree from the palace.
As I said before, this is a temptation, this is the temptation of the emperor sitting on the dragon chair to the elder son who is far away in Dongyi City.
The news of the major event in the capital had already spread to the city of Yanjing, and Wang Zhikun just found out that the reason why the young man led the black horse to the capital was to save old Dean Chen. The Marshal of Yanjing didn't know why the old Dean Chen was suddenly purged by His Majesty. Although he sighed in his heart, as a soldier of the Qing Dynasty, he must abide by His Majesty's will.
Not long after the Kyoto incident, the eldest prince suddenly sent an urgent military report, saying that the rebels in Dongyi were one after another, and the wars continued frequently, and he couldn't escape back to the capital for a while, which blocked any channel for the capital to call him back to the capital in advance.
Wang Zhikun is very clear that the eldest prince does not want to return to Beijing... The so-called general is away, and the emperor's orders are not accepted. Obviously, this eldest prince who has successfully controlled 10,000 elites, because of the incident in the capital, has been related to him. Your Majesty has lost his mind.
As soon as the eldest prince's attitude came out, His Majesty was not angry, but issued a decree to Dongyi City in a normal way, saying that he would send the Yanjing army into Dongyi City to help the eldest prince put down the chaos, and the eldest prince did as Wang Zhikun said. Unexpectedly, he tyrannically rejected the Yanjing camp's request to send troops, and...the team used to stop the Yanjing army for the past two days was indeed not the eldest prince's person, and the court could not even find an excuse.
"Black cavalry..." Wang Kuikun frowned slightly, thinking of this small but extremely powerful cavalry, he naturally thought of the idler in the capital.