Yan Sikong thought about it all night, and finally decided to ask Yan Zilian to let him go out with Zhao Fuyi.
At this time, he is in the capital, and apart from accompanying the little prince to study, he will not have any other practical achievements.
He has only been an official for two years, and seniority is the most important thing in court, no matter how talented or learned, seniority must be considered. Unless he has made great achievements, he can be promoted quickly, but such opportunities are rare. Usually, if a Hanlin wants to become a bachelor, he will first do the most basic documents and files in the Hanlin Academy for a few years, then be transferred to other places, and finally return to Beijing to work in the Sixth Department and the Third Division. Go ten or twenty years.
Yan Sikong naturally couldn't wait so long. He wants to kill Xie Zhongren with his own hands, and never let that dog die, so as long as he seizes the possible opportunity, he will definitely try his best to climb up, whether it is to curry favor with Yan Zilian, win over the crown prince, or even marry a princess in the future. is to get closer to the center of rights. Right now he is too young, there is no use for him to stay in the court, he might as well follow him to put down the rebellion, or he may have a chance to make meritorious service, and, with the experience of serving in the army, Yan Zilian would be better able to promote him.
With this thought in mind, Yan Sikong visited Yan's mansion to discuss the matter in depth. This time, he did not hide his desire for power and achievements, because he knew that it was time for Yan Zilian to see this from him.
Yan Zilian agreed without hesitation: "You have such considerations, and I am very pleased for the teacher. Now that the eunuchs are in power in the imperial court and the rules and regulations are abolished, you stay here, and your blood is hard to express. As time goes by, I am afraid that you will become a teacher. It’s good to leave the capital for the time being for those officials who are dead and have a vegetarian diet. It’s very hard to accompany the military documents. If you can come back triumphantly, the crown prince and I will be in front of the emperor to thank you for your kind words. I will transfer you to the sixth department. You have a world of grand plans."
"Thank you teacher!" Yan Sikong bowed deeply.
"However, this trip is extremely dangerous, aren't you afraid?"
"If you go and never return, that's the order of the commander. Besides, it is the duty of a courtier to sacrifice his life to serve the country. Students are not afraid."
"Okay!" Yan Zilian looked deeply at Yan Sikong, "Sikong, I have been an official for more than 40 years, and I have countless students. You are the one I am most satisfied with. I have high hopes for you and live a good life."
Yan Sikong took three steps back, knelt down, and kowtowed to Yan Zilian.
Yan Zilian is treacherous and suspicious, and there are many stains such as party formation, authoritarianism, and amassing, but he is still a good official for the country and the people, a qualified chief assistant, and a mentor who wholeheartedly promotes him. He is grateful to Yan Zilian.
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Before leaving, Yan Sikong went to the East Palace to bid farewell to Prince Qi.
When the prince heard that he was going to go out with the army, he was very dissatisfied, and said anxiously: "Sir, don't you want to teach me to read? What should I do when my husband leaves?"
"Your Highness, there are several other teachers."
"None of them speak as well as you." Prince Fu frowned deeply, "I like listening to Mr. lectures the most."
Yan Sikong said softly: "If the suppression of the rebellion goes well, maybe I will be able to come back in a few months."
"How can the war go smoothly? What if, what if you are in danger? You are a scholar, and you don't even have the ability to defend yourself."
"Your Highness, don't worry, with my Dasheng soldiers in front, they will definitely protect me."
"You..." Prince Qi turned his face away and stopped talking.
"Your Highness..."
The crown prince ignored him, Yan Sikong called again, and then smiled wryly: "Why are you willing to leave His Highness, I wish I could serve His Highness all my life, but the emperor's order must not be violated, if it is for the stability of our country and the safety of the people Dedicated to one's own strength, the minister is happy."
The crown prince turned his face slowly: "Are you really willing to assist me for the rest of your life?"
Yan Sikong nodded without hesitation.
"If one day I become the emperor, I will let you be my chief assistant."
Yan Sikong took a few steps back calmly, and knelt on the ground: "I don't dare to be a minister, I just want to do my best, be loyal to the king and serve the country."
"I'm serious." The prince said, "Mister understands me, sir understands my suffering, understands my difficulties, and understands my ambition even more. Sir must be the person who knows me best in the world. Sir, tell me something about me." Every sentence has benefited me a lot, if you are by my side, I will definitely be able to rejuvenate the Sheng family and revive my China's majesty!"
"My lord, I have no doubts."
The crown prince helped Yan Sikong up, and looked into his eyes firmly: "Sir and I, don't break the letter."
"Of course, the minister is far away from home, and he will always urge His Highness to study diligently."
The crown prince tightened his grip on Yan Sikong's arm, and said earnestly and reluctantly, "Sir, you must come back alive. I'll wait for you."
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As long as there is a rebellion, the master should be famous, and the name of King Liang is nothing new-the side of the Qing emperor. In the name of the emperor being bewitched by treacherous officials, he rebelled so half-heartedly. I am afraid that even he himself did not expect such a shocking event of rebellion to start in a daze, and the heavens immediately gave him a big gift——Bao Yunyong of the rebel army.
The situation is so critical that 10,000 soldiers and horses transferred from the Jingshan garrison will go out soon.
Yan Sikong took off his court uniform and changed into military uniform. Before he left, he settled down and told Ali well, then he took his clothes and went to the camp alone.
Chang Shi is an official in the army who is responsible for keeping records of military affairs, and is usually the commander's staff, but it is impossible for Chang Shi to personally record what happened in the camp every day, what discussions the commander had with the generals, and what the enemy was doing, etc. Wait, these trivial matters are all recorded by documents, and Yan Sikong is one of the two documents.
Documents seem to have low status, but any general must be courteous. The pen of a scholar is a gun in his hand, but any words written with idealism may affect the promotion, rewards and punishments of soldiers.
Ten thousand soldiers and horses set off in a mighty way, and the line stretched for more than ten miles. They marched on the thin snow that was about to melt in early spring and the green grass that was slightly emerging, and made an expedition to the two lakes.
After walking for a long time, Feng Ye rode his horse back from the front of the team, found Yan Sikong, and rode with him.
Seeing Feng Ye's heroic appearance, Yan Sikong seemed to see the joy of releasing the beast back to the mountains.
"How many miles do we march each day?"
"Usually 30 miles. General Zhao asked for 50 miles to join the Luoyang army as soon as possible."
Yan Sikong nodded: "That should be the case."
Feng Ye looked Yan Sikong up and down, and said with a smile: "It's the first time I see you in riding clothes, it looks so good."
Yan Sikong also looked down at himself: "I didn't expect to have a chance to wear this dress."
Feng Ye suddenly leaned over and said ambiguously with his lips: "Let me take it off with my own hands."
Yan Sikong glanced at him: "Little indecent."
Feng Ye chuckled, but said seriously, "Kong'er, are you scared?"
Yan Sikong laughed and said: "If someone says that he is not afraid of death, he must be talking big."
"If you are afraid, just come to my arms, I will never laugh at you." Feng Ye's eyes are firm, "I took you on the expedition, because I don't want to be separated from you, and I hope you can take this opportunity to be promoted, so, fight hard I will protect you with my life, don't worry."
Yan Sikong showed a gentle smile unconsciously: "I know." He suddenly remembered something: "I know kung fu, don't let it slip."
"Why?"
"I'm just a shallow student, so I don't dare to show off in the army. Anyway, keep it a secret for me."
"Okay." Feng Ye hesitated, "I think you have a lot of secrets."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "Who can have no secrets."
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong for a while, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.
When camping at night, Yan Sikong paced back and forth in the camp, watching how they set up the camp. He has read military books well, and when he talks about marching and fighting, and performing military exercises on the battlefield, he is eloquent. When he was ten years old, he even joined the rebel army, but it was a pity that he was not a group of bandits and grassroots who were hard to get big, so he ran away soon. This is the first time for him to be in this orthodox army camp. Feng Ye is right, he will see it with his own eyes sooner or later.
During this trip, he could not only see the military camp, but also all the things he had read in military books before could be presented before his eyes.
Standing in front of the tent of the Chinese army, watching the soldiers rushing back and forth, he felt a sense of pride in his heart, no matter whether it was court or battlefield, he, Yan Sikong, was determined to be at the helm.
Let this battle against the rebellion be the first cloud-piercing arrow he shoots towards the centralization center.