The prime minister of the left, Fang Zhonglian, was nearly seventy years old. He was once a student with the late emperor. Later, because of the crime of corruption committed by his father and brother, his future was implicated, and he was sent to the land of Huguang by the first emperor. After struggling outside for four or five years, Fang Zhiheng came to the throne. They made an exception and transferred him back to the capital. Fang Zhonglian Fang Zhiheng is very grateful and loyal, Zhong Zhiheng is very dependent on him, and was named the left prime minister twenty years ago. Compared with the right minister who is always unstable, his position as the left minister is as stable as a rock.
"The humble minister has a different idea from the right minister. What is selfish and fair? As long as he can do things for the Lord Long Live in a down-to-earth manner, that's enough." Fang Zhonglian said with a smile, and stroked his whites beard, and said again. "Let's talk about the matter in southern Xinjiang. It should not be publicized. After all, it is related to the stability of southern Xinjiang and the face of the court. The dispatch of troops from Huguang to southern Xinjiang to suppress the movement is too much, and it makes Dazhou restless. It is King Pingxi's Northwest Army Waiting in Qinghai, that would be the best, it will save a lot of trouble."
Zhao Changrong looked at Fang Zhonglian with a gentle smile on his face. The indescribable disgust in my heart, this Fang Zhonglian has always had such a friendly appearance, but he is a master who hides needles in his eyes, and he never shows mercy to himself in front of Fang Zhiheng. He used to be the Minister of the Ministry of Officials At that time, Fang Zhonglian had never had any problems with him. Ever since he became the right-hand man, the old man became rude to him, but Zhong Zhiheng relied heavily on him.
"What Prime Minister Zuo said is true," Fang Zhiheng nodded, and while eating a piece of chestnut cake, he sighed again, "It's not something glorious after all, so naturally we have to keep it a secret, otherwise the capital and the palace would have messed up. It’s almost the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I still want to live in peace.”
Yes, if the news is not blocked, the Xu family in the capital will naturally be restless, and the Queen Mother will not stop. Besides, in the middle of the court, the courtiers will be noisy and annoying again. The most important thing is, Although Xu Chengjin has a different heart, it doesn't mean that all the soldiers of the Southern Xinjiang Camp have a different heart like him. If he kills them with great fanfare, it will cool the hearts of all the soldiers in the Southern Border, so we have to keep quiet To put it bluntly, capture Xu Chengjin and a group of his confidants back to Beijing alive, without implicating the other soldiers of Southern Xinjiang, and then select suitable generals to go there. In Southern Xinjiang, which has become an imperial court, the reason why Zhong Zhiheng has kept Fang Zhonglian and Zhao Changrong here today is to discuss the selection of the new General of Zhennan.
"With the Northwest Army here, I'm not worried about what could go wrong in Southern Border," Zhong Zhiheng said slowly, taking a sip of tea while looking at Zhao Changrong and Fang Zhonglian, "It's just that the future generals of Zhennan will be selected. We must be cautious, this time, if King Pingxi hadn't discovered the clue early in the morning, I'm afraid there would be a big mess."
"Yes, what Long Live Lord said is very true," Fang Zhonglian took a sip of tea, looked at Zhao Changrong after a pause, and said with a smile, "The right minister has been the secretary of the Ministry of officials for more than 20 years, so naturally he is very interested in the court. The situation of the officials is well known, I don't know if the right minister has a suitable candidate for the general of Zhennan?"
Zhao Changrong secretly scolded Fang Zhonglian as an old fox. He obviously knew what he had in mind, but he just threw him out first. At that moment, Zhao Changrong also smiled and said: "I have been thinking about this issue for the past few days. I have a few suitable candidates in my mind, but I still have to discuss with the Ministry of War before reporting to Lord Long Live, right?"
"There's no need to waste that energy," Zhong Zhiheng looked at Zhao Changrong, and sneered, "Which of the generals in the court is not a mediocre man living in the capital? Man said that he is ruling the camp in southern Xinjiang. I'm afraid it will be repeated. Bows and arrows are all reluctant, so the candidates for the Zhennan General have to fall on those generals who have the ability to command troops and have experience in fighting the enemy."
"Yes, what Long Live Lord said is very true, but..." Zhao Changrong said with some embarrassment, "Those generals who can go to battle to kill the enemy are generally not of high background. Can't convince the crowd."
Yes, how can a general with a high background go to battle to kill the enemy himself? One by one is the most cherished life.