The most powerful minister in the world

In the capital, above the main hall of the imperial city, hundreds of civil and military officials were lined up on the left and right. Emperor Yun Gong of Qianyang sat on the dragon chair, boringly watching the civil officials fighting over a trivial matter.

The military attachés in Beijing, except for those directly under the Imperial Palace, never spoke much.

Prince Yun Ziying stood in front of the row of officials, with his hands folded and naturally hanging down, talking quietly to Prime Minister Zuo Que.

At this moment, drums sounded outside the hall. Hearing the drums, the civil servant who had been spitting at the mouth stopped immediately and carefully counted how many times they were sounded.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The drum beat continuously for thirteen times, which was the report from Southern Xinjiang!

Qian Yang held the dragon chair with both hands and sat upright. A soldier wearing armor flew in.

"Commander of the 9th Battalion of the Jing Family Army, the last general, pays homage to Your Majesty. Best regards!"

"I'm safe."

The general took out the scroll from his arms and shouted: "The Jing family's army has won a great victory in southern Xinjiang. The last two cities have been recaptured from Chen State, and they took advantage of the situation to capture Chen State, Maocheng, and Zengcheng. They killed 30,000 enemies and intercepted 25,000 military supplies." Qianshi..."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Qianyang slapped the armrest and stood up, pacing back and forth on the stage with the success report in his hand.

"Declaration to add a first-class Duke!"

Now, the court was shocked. Jing Lixiao was originally a first-class military prince in the army, but now he was given a first-class Duke. His status was no different from that of a king with a fiefdom and a different surname.

The faces of the ministers in the court were divided into two divides: the military attache's face was full of spring breeze, while the civilian officer's mouth was cheering, but they could not hide the gloom between their brows.

Above the main hall, Yun Ziying's frowned brows matched those of the silent civil servants. He couldn't understand that the situation in southern Xinjiang was still at a stalemate a while ago. How could it be like this for only a few days?

Zuo Que beside him even pinched his eyebrows. You must know that he was not so anxious when there was a mutiny in the capital.

"Your Majesty, with this great victory in southern Xinjiang, two more cities have been added to our southern kingdom. It can be said that everything is waiting for improvement. Why not immediately send an imperial envoy and two censors to support them."

Zuo Que's voice gradually overcame the excited military attache, and then the other civil servants came to their senses and agreed one after another.

Qian Yang looked at the report in his hand, thought for a moment and said, "It's just as Aiqing said."

"Bit Xueshan, Li Maoxin, Yuan Shengjie."

"exist."

Three civil servants walked out of the crowd, holding jade slips and waiting for their departure.

Qian Yang sat on the dragon chair with a rosy complexion, and dragons and phoenixes danced between his brows: "The three of you are specially sent to rush to southern Xinjiang to assist Jing Lixiao in handling post-war matters. After leaving the court, he followed Prime Minister Zuo to Wenyuan Pavilion to receive the jade plate. Let’s set off tomorrow.”

"I accept the decree!"

Qian Yang, who was already overjoyed, stood up and said with emotion: "The Jing family is full of talented generals, which is really a blessing for our southern country!"

At this time, the eldest prince Yun Zilang, who had been silent for a long time in the court, jumped out and said: "Father, as for the reward of the Jing family army, is it necessary to discuss it?"

Qian Yang stood on the high platform with his hands behind his hands and asked: "Why, such a great achievement should not be rewarded with a special reward?"

"What your father, the emperor, and your ministers mean is that the soldiers on the border are working hard, so is it inappropriate to only enjoy the scenery, the general?"

In the court, Zuo Que and Prince Yun Ziying narrowed their eyes and looked at the eldest prince. Yun Ziying had not yet recovered from the great victory. Everything happened so suddenly. In his inference about the war in the south, It will take at least half a year to regain the lost city.

But now, the Jing family's army not only recaptured the city ahead of schedule, but also captured two additional large cities in the Chen Kingdom. It can be said that this battle was the most beautiful battle fought in the Southern Kingdom in the past five years.

Yun Ziying coughed twice and secretly tugged on Zuo Que's sleeve. After seeing him wave gently, he took a deep breath and looked towards the high platform.

At this time, Qian Yang was holding the victory report in one hand and supporting the dragon-carved guardrail on the high platform with the other.

"Declared a decree to confer Jingchuan Champion, plus a third-level appointment."

Just as Yun Ziying was about to step forward to dissuade him, Zuo Que grabbed him...

An hour later, the ministers walked out of the hall one after another. The military attache's face was full of joy, and the civil servants were silent and walked quickly.

Qian Yang praised Jing Jiajun highly, and all the ministers saw his overjoyed expression.

After this battle, the Jing family's influence in the court may have reached its peak.

One sect and two princes, the Southern Kingdom has not seen each other for countless years~

After going to court, Yun Ziying had a gloomy look on his face and couldn't help wiping the cold sweat on the back of his neck with a handkerchief. It wasn't until Zuo Que gently patted his shoulder that he turned around and said with a smile: "Mr. Zuo Ge, Why do I see something evil in this matter?"

Zuo Que twirled his gray beard, and his narrow eyes became deep: "Your Highness, midsummer is about to pass. Do you think this year's autumn wind will be strong and light, how many waves can the branches and leaves of these trees withstand?"

Yun Ziying put the handkerchief back into his sleeve: "Oh, I am worthy of being a prince. I am very proud of it."

"Hey~ be careful, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is kind-hearted, and the great treasure who ascends the throne in the future will definitely be a good emperor who will go down in history, but..."

"But what?"

Zuo Que looked around and whispered: "Your Highness is still young and sometimes you have to be calm. Please don't interfere with matters related to the great victory in Southern Xinjiang."

Yun Ziying wanted to say something more, but Zuo Que reached out to cover him up. He smiled and walked away.

Yun Ziying, who was running around anxiously, walked out of the palace gate and returned to his house in a hurry.

In the Plum Blossom Pavilion, the Crown Princess Yang Keke was sitting by the window reading a book. When she saw her Crown Prince running in dusty, she drank the tea in front of her without saying a word and accidentally choked on a sip.

She frowned and patted Yun Ziying on the back and complained: "What are you doing? Why are you so worried?"

"Ahem, a great victory has been achieved in southern Xinjiang. My father has added a first-class Duke Jingshuai and awarded Jingchuan the first-class Duke."

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Yun Ziying sat on the chair: "What a fart."

Upon hearing this, Yang Keke pouted and pulled his face and hummed: "Okay, I am a woman and don't understand anything, so don't tell me!"

"Look at you, am I not anxious? Why am I still angry?"

Yang Keke sighed, wiped the sweat from his face and said softly: "I'm not talking about you. You are now the prince. You can no longer be careless about your identity like before. The Jing family is a minister, and you are a minister." Jun, don’t get confused.”

"I know what you are worried about. It's nothing more than great achievements, but you don't want to think about it. Nowadays, there are frequent conquests between the four countries. The northern border is supported by a good general. If the southern border is separated from the Jing family army, Isn’t the situation in the southern country dangerous?”

"So, you don't need to worry. Jingshuai is not an ignorant person. On the contrary, I think he will definitely try to refuse the reward. He has already left Jingxi, and he doesn't want to keep another Jingchuan, right?"

Yun Ziying couldn't help but laugh when he saw her small mouth talking non-stop.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yun Ziying opened his arms, took Yang Keke into his arms, and said, "You are such a good wife, I feel relieved right away."

"Hmph~ I'm a woman and don't understand anything."

Seeing her charming look with her cheeks slightly bulging, Yun Ziying picked her up and walked to the bed.

"What are you doing~ It's broad daylight, you're not allowed to act recklessly."

Yun Ziying had slowly taken off the bed curtains on both sides, bent down and took off Yang Keke's embroidered shoes and kissed them.

Ah ~ beautiful scenery in good times, beautiful.