One thousand one hundred and sixty-eight: Great victory in the Western Region? Let’s talk about the
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"I'm afraid the eldest prince wouldn't do this unless it was absolutely necessary." Song Xuelin whispered.
But even he himself wouldn't believe this.
Jiang Yi said solemnly: "Be prepared early. Otherwise, it will be too late to make amends."
Song Xuelin nodded slightly: "If there are any signs, we need to report it to the Holy One immediately."
"I'm afraid, it will be too late by then..." Yan Wan shook his head secretly, but did not say the words.
Without him, it’s just not necessary. The emperor may know better than they do.
Seven days later.
King Ding entered the capital.
It was the little prince's first birthday, and the palace was bustling with activity.
However, Yan Wu, who was in it, not only did not feel happy at all, but felt very heavy in his heart.
Dark clouds are rolling over the city, and a storm is coming.
As a princess, Zhu Wanying naturally has to enter the palace, but she will be with a group of female relatives.
"You gentlemen, take your seats." Following a long chant, hundreds of officials, distinguished by their civil and military status, entered the hall in order of rank from outside and took their seats.
After a while, all the officials took their seats. The hall began to buzz with buzzing chatter.
Yan Wang watched all this with cold eyes, looking at these officials, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.
Ignorance... is bliss.
The power of Dongchang is overwhelming. Under the imperial power, hundreds of officials confer heads.
But this kind of power comes at a price. Before Dongchang disappeared, so did the Jinyiwei. However, throughout the history of the Ming Dynasty, there was no Jinyiwei commander who could live in peace and contentment.
One hundred percent, after the emperor has used them, they will be thrown out and beheaded to appease the resentment.
...This is the price of knowing too many secrets.
Although he knew that he would not die, only the character ‘Yan Wan’ would die. But he still felt inexplicably sad and sighing.
I recall that in "High and Low", the martial arts idiot 'Yan Wan' developed a kung fu when the martial arts world was in decline, and defeated all the masters, but was eventually killed by a small projectile.
And this time
Gou continued to do his best to serve the court until the end, but in the end, the result was probably not as good as the previous one.
However, what can he do?
Unless...take chestnuts from the fire and find a way to survive!
But this kind of thing cannot be done just by talking, it requires luck and timing...
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After waiting for a while, Liu Fuxing chanted: "The Holy One has arrived."
The officials stood up quickly, stepped out of the table, and saluted respectfully: "Long live my emperor..."
"Everyone is safe."
The emperor said with a glowing face, holding a little baby with a few sparse hair in his hand.
He is today's protagonist, Concubine Li's son and the second prince.
Yan Wan's face was as paralyzed as ever, without any smile, and he was eating and drinking by himself.
Jiang Yi and others next to him were relatively more relaxed. Compared to Yan Wan, they were actually more serious officials and better at communicating.
For such a grand event, the eldest prince was naturally present. Diagonally opposite Yan Wang, seventh on the left, in front of him are the Three Lords and Three Solitary Princes. He is not a prince, so being seventh is pretty good.
Yan Wan did not give in too much to him. Although the official position in the East Jishi Factory was not a high one, he was still the prince-in-law.
The palace maidens lined up and danced in the palace, the chime bells rang softly, and the lingering sound lingered around the beams. The long and leisurely humming sound is faintly visible...
After teasing the little prince for a while, the emperor stopped and sent him to Concubine Li's arms, giving Liu Fu a wink.
Liu Fu understood, walked down the steps, and shouted: "Xuan, come to see King Ding..."
The palace maiden retreated, the chimes fell, and the hall suddenly fell into silence.
Not long after, a man wearing armor and with gray hair on his temples, but still full of energy, stepped into the palace.
This is...Ding Wang
Yan Wan silently observed this man. His physique was not much different from the current Yan Wan. He was like an evil tiger, majestic and threatening.
Although the exposed skin is a little loose and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are very deep, the aura of the battlefield that still has the power of a tiger still makes people look sideways and dare not look at him.
Don't forget, King Ding is now...more than sixty years old, a generation older than the emperor. Being able to maintain this state can already be called a 'miracle'.
King Ding stood in the palace, looked around, and then bowed down: "See my emperor... After nine months of fierce fighting, the Qing Dynasty finally annihilated the barbarians in the Western Regions, killing more than 170,000 enemies, 30,000 horses and sheep, and 130,000 slaves. Remain……"
A long talk. In addition, the list and other items that had been written by a ghostwriter were presented to him by King Ding.
"Okay, okay, King Ding has worked hard, and the people on the frontier have worked even harder." The emperor looked at the list, and the smile on his face couldn't help but said: "You should be rewarded, you should be rewarded."
Next, all the officials chanted flattering words such as "I am the great Ming Dynasty, the emperor is the sage...".
However, when Yan Wan saw Prince Ding and the eldest prince looking at each other seemingly accidentally, he knew they were going to cause trouble.
really!
King Ding suddenly bowed his head and bowed: "Report to Your Majesty, I don't need gold or silver. I just ask that the Holy One can meet the needs of the veteran and hundreds of thousands of border officers and soldiers."
When the emperor heard this, the smile on his face faded a bit, and he stared at him for a moment, looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. com suddenly asked softly: "Prince Ding, why don't you tell me and let me listen."
Although he speaks softly, his tone is calm.
However, Yan Wan and other people in Dongchang, who had frequent contact with the emperor and had a slight understanding of the emperor's character, were slowly sinking in their hearts.
This was different from the last time Yan Wang met the emperor.
At that time, the emperor asked him personally, and Yan Wan answered the question.
Now... the emperor only said that he would be rewarded, but did not ask him what he wanted.
The most important thing is that with one sentence, King Ding has connected himself with the border officers and soldiers, which invisibly violated a taboo.
That is... King Ding really thinks that the credit belongs to him!
In fact, he is only responsible for transporting food and grass and maintaining logistics. It was Liao Ai who went out to fight, and it was the soldiers who fought desperately to kill the enemy.
The reason why you can enter the capital is because Liao Ai still has to guard the border, so I declare you to enter the capital to receive the reward on their behalf.
You are just a representative, not a contributor.
It's not like the emperor has never fought in a war. Because of this, he extremely hates King Ding's behavior, because he knows very well what those soldiers want.
Prosperity, wealth, promotion and wealth.
Just eight words, it is very vulgar, but it is undeniable that this is what most people want and pursue.
But today, you want to erase Wang Kong's empty words and turn them into your demands, which is really too much.
"Create a crown prince!" Prince Ding stared at the emperor as if he was unaware, and said four concise words one by one.
Wow...
The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence that could hear a needle drop.
When was the last time we discussed this matter?
Half a year ago, half a year ago, what were the consequences of discussing this matter?
ps: Thanks to the Vulcan Cult. That afternoon I was hoeing, and I was wandering in the wind. I am a reward for interesting reading.