In the ninth month of the golden autumn, the grand prisoner sacrifice ceremony had just been completed. Duke Cheng Guo offered sacrifices to heaven and earth for Emperor Longqing for the 72nd time.
The people in the capital were still immersed in the joy brought by the victory at Xifengkou, and a series of rapid horse hoofbeats sounded at Fuchengmen again.
"It's urgent, get out of the way!" The knight on horseback urged urgently. Horses neighed and camels barked under the Fucheng Gate. The coal convoy hurriedly got out of the way. The soldiers guarding the gate also quickly withdrew to resist the horses and allowed the messenger Juechen to enter the city.
When the sound of horse hooves gradually became quieter, people came back to their senses and started talking one after another.
"This is a military report from the direction of Xuan Da."
"Could it be another good news?" After the victory, the people in the capital were full of confidence and thought about Tao Zi.
"You are dreaming of marrying a wife - you only want good things." The guests in the dream laughed and said: "If it was a good news, I would have been shouting 'good news, good news, good news'. Did you hear what you just shouted?"
"It seems it's an emergency" Everyone was poured cold water on their heads, and their hearts suddenly became heavy. "Then it's definitely not a victory?"
"Could it be that Xuanda lost the battle?" People began to speculate anxiously, and then they remembered that Anda was not a rotten fish like Dong Fox In fact, Dong Fox thought he was better than Anda. But there is no way, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. He is now a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the Ming Dynasty have also lowered their evaluation of Wu Liangha a lot.
"It seems that we can't be happy too early." A businessman sighed: "I was planning to go to Shanxi to get a little jealous, but I think it's better to stay calm."
"Yes, I am too cruel. Shizhou was massacred three years ago, wasn't it in Shanxi?" People became worried again, wondering when this kind of fearful life will end?
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Wenyuan Pavilion.
The bachelors received the military report from the General Affairs Department. Just as the bachelor on duty, Zhao Zhenji, was about to read it, the memorial suddenly disappeared in his hand.
Zhao Zhenji still maintained the same posture with his hands. He raised his head in surprise, only to see that Gao Gong had snatched it away, looking at himself.
"You" Zhao Zhenji's face turned red.
"What are you? Are military matters related to you?" Gao Gong rolled his eyes at him.
"I am the bachelor on duty!" Zhao Zhenji said in a loud voice.
"What's the fuss about? We're all here, so there's no need for you to meddle in other people's business." Gao Gong didn't bother him. He turned to Zhang Juzheng and said, "Let's go, Taiyue, go to my room and take a look."
Seeing Gao Gong being so nervous, Zhang Juzheng knew that something big must have happened. He smiled apologetically at Zhao Zhenji, got up and followed him out.
The Lord Chief Assistant sat there quietly writing something, saying nothing from beginning to end, as if he didn't exist.
"Yuanfu, look at him!" Zhao Zhenji complained aggrievedly.
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is no one to take care of you when you get angry." Li Chunfang gently shook her pen and comforted her: "You should tolerate him, let him, avoid him, be patient with him, let him, respect him, and ignore him. In a few years, you¡¯ll have to wait and see.¡±
"Hiccup" Zhao Zhenji felt angry and was fed another bowl of chicken soup. He didn't know whether he was full or angry. He thought Li Chunfang was copying Buddhist scriptures, but when he walked over and took a look, he discovered that it was actually a resignation letter.
"This is Yuan Fu?" He couldn't help being surprised.
"You should give thanks when you are in your prime, and live in a place where you can live alone. Only by retreating from the rapids can you survive." Li Chunfang said lightly: "It will not look good waiting for others to drive people away."
"How can Yuan Fu bear to abandon hundreds of officials and ignore" Zhao Zhenji felt bad all over, mainly because if he was the only one left, life would be even more difficult.
"Hey, you think I don't know what the officials say about me? The prescription is just licorice. It's moisturized by me, but bitter by me. There's not much difference." Li Chunfang said with a self-deprecating smile.
"The difference is huge" Zhao Zhenji wanted to persuade, but Li Chunfang waved her hand to signal him to stop talking.
"While I'm still here, if you want to do something, do it quickly." After saying this, Li Chunfang lowered her head and concentrated on composing her resignation letter, and stopped talking to him.
"Yuan Fu" Zhao Zhenji was stunned. He suddenly realized that once Li Chunfang submitted his resignation, the emperor would have to comfort him and all the officials would have to persuade him to stay. It would take at least several months before he could be approved. During this period of time, Lord Chief Assistant was almost invincible.
Zhao Zhenji¡¯s heart pounded, and he realized that this was his last chance.
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On the second floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, there is a high-arched room.
Looking at the contents of the memorial written by Wang Chonggu, the governor of Xuanda, Zhang Juzheng was so surprised that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
¡®I replied that Sun Bahan Naji was in exile at night, and he went to Datong, held the pass and begged for surrender. Datong's general general Ma Fang accepted it.?No regrets! "
"Xuan Weng is a true scholar of the country!" Zhang Juzheng hurriedly stood up and saluted, and sighed in admiration: "I am not as good as a servant."
"Oh, Taiyue, you are younger than me. If you live a good life, you will definitely see that day." Gao Gong laughed loudly, helped him up, and said emotionally: "I just want to clear away the thorns for you, the monstrous infamy. So what? When you succeed in the future, it will be enough to say a fair word for me!"
"Xuan Weng" Zhang Juzheng's eyes were slightly red.
"Hey, I told you earlier, don't call me Xuan Weng. It's too naive and you call me old." Gao Gong smiled and shook his head and said, "I still like you to call me by my first name like you did back then."
"Yes." Zhang Juzheng smiled and called, "Brother Suqing."
"Hey, uncle." Gao Gong responded with a smile. The two of them looked at each other and laughed. Suddenly they felt that their grudges were gone, and they returned to the time when they were both ministers to King Yu. They climbed high together to look into the distance, held candles and talked at night, making appointments. The green years of the Ming Dynasty. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com