Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

Li Xian's face darkened and he said displeasedly: "How rude is it to panic? If you have anything to say, just tell me."

"This Tang Dynasty cannot collapse without my support!"

The chamberlain knelt on the ground and said in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, there is an urgent report from the front line. Li Qingyuan accidentally fell into the enemy's trap and was defeated and captured. His army of more than 100,000 people suffered heavy losses."

"Now, except for Shanzhou, the ancient city, Chengfengling, and the Heyuan area have all fallen into the hands of the local feudal lords!"

Boom!

As soon as this news came out, it was like a thunderbolt from the blue. Everyone froze in place, and their faces were as pale as paper.

They never expected that Li Qingyuan, who had killed 5,000 feudal clan's main force some time ago, would be defeated and captured in the blink of an eye.

When the news of Heyuan falling into the hands of the Tufan people spreads, the whole world will be shaken, and it will probably affect the image of the new dynasty.

After coming back to his senses, Li Longji grabbed the servant's collar and said with a livid face.

"Such important news should be passed on to the Ministry of War and forwarded to the cabinet. How did you know about it?"

No wonder Li Longji didn't believe it. He, the Minister of War, didn't know about such a major battle report. This was so unreasonable.

Everyone had obviously thought of this and looked up at the chamberlain, hoping that he had reported a mistake.

However, to the disappointment of Li Xian and others, the chamberlain swallowed tremblingly.

"Li Shangshu, the frontline envoy has arrived at the cabinet. It was they who entrusted the villain to come in to deliver the message. If you don't believe it, just go back and ask the officials."

Li Longji.

After signaling the chamberlain to leave the Qinzheng Hall, Li Longji looked at the emperor with a complicated expression. Li Xian had not spoken for a long time since hearing the bad news.

"Your Majesty, I didn't expect that this Li Qingyuan was so incompetent. He achieved some small results, but he was so greedy for success that he made a huge mistake."

"I am guilty, and I beg your Majesty to punish you."

Song Jing on the side sighed and bent down, "Your Majesty, please punish me!"

Seeing the two people taking the initiative to plead guilty, Yao Chong was moved in his heart and took the initiative to speak to Li Xian.

"Your Majesty, the two of them are related to the country and the country. They are often busy until late at night before they can rest. It is impossible for them to do everything by themselves."

"It is inevitable to be fooled by villains like Li Qingyuan. As the minister of Feng Pavilion, I shoulder the responsibility of war. If you want to punish me, just punish me. Don't punish these two people."

Looking at the three people who took the initiative to plead guilty at the bottom of the steps, Li Xian's eyes gradually regained focus and he let out a long sigh.

"Now is not the time to punish the perpetrators. The top priority is to find a way to restore the frontline situation as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, once the four towns of Anxi are occupied by the feudal vassals, the entire Tang Dynasty will be in an uproar. What will I have to explain to the people of the world?"

Yao Chong and others were just showing off, not really asking for forgiveness. After hearing this, they straightened up and smoothed their beards.

"Your Majesty is right. If you want to restore the country's prestige, the only way is to recover the lost land. But looking at the Tang Dynasty, there are only a few people who can command thousands of troops."

"These people are either old or seriously ill. It may be too much to ask them to command the army in battle."

"Yeah, except if they send someone else there, they will only make the same mistake as Li Qingyuan, hey." Song Jing shook his head.

Just when Li Longji took a step forward to recommend himself, a cold voice came from outside the hall.

"What's so difficult about this? Isn't there a suitable one right now?"

The door of the palace opened, and a beauty in a red dress slowly walked over, carrying a noble and cool temperament as she walked.

"Anle, why are you here!"

Seeing his daughter coming, Li Xian stood up in surprise and quickly asked the waiter to bring her a chair.

"My father has returned to the palace after a long absence, so I have no choice but to come and pay my respects in person." Princess Anle said with a smile and glanced at Song Jing and other ministers.

The latter bowed slightly.

"I will see you, Your Highness the Princess."

When it was Li Longji's turn, he hesitated and said hello reluctantly.

Princess Anle laughed, sat on the chair and said: Just now I heard you discussing the candidates to lead the army. Is there anything happening on the front line?

As soon as these words came out, Li Longji frowned and felt extremely disgusted in his heart. This Anle was going too far. He openly broke into the Qinzheng Hall and wanted to interfere in the government affairs of the court.

What is this for?

Compared to the sensitive Li Longji, Li Xian didn't think so much and briefly introduced the situation of Li Qingyuan's defeat and capture.

Hearing that the Tang Dynasty had lost even the source of the river, Princess Anle's pretty face was covered with frost and she snorted heavily.

"This Li Qingyuan deserves to die. Tens of thousands of soldiers are buried in a foreign country. How can the imperial court explain to the world?"

"Father, if you want to save the situation before the news spreads, immediately send someone to Luoshui Xingyuan to ask Fan Xin to come out."

"He is the only one in the entire Tang Dynasty who has the ability to take back the territory, otherwise the situation will be dangerous!"

Li Xian's eyes were flashing, and he seemed very hesitant to ask Fan Xin to come out. In the end, Jiangshan Sheji prevailed.

"That's all, as Anle said, I sent someone to Luoshui to ask Fan Xin to be the general manager of the march!"

Speaking of this, Li Xian asked Yao Chong and others.

"My dear friends, Fan Xin was dismissed from all his posts within a few days. It is inevitable that he will feel resentful. Which of you is willing to go there?"

Several people looked at each other in disbelief, and Yao Chong stood up and cupped his hands.

"Your Majesty, as the prime minister of Fengge, asking Fan Xin to serve as an official according to his status is enough to show the court's sincerity towards him. It is better for me to go to the old minister."

"Okay, I'll leave this matter to Yao Qing, and tell Fan Xin that as long as he wins this battle, I can resume his previous official position."

"The minister obeys the order!"

Yao Chong bowed and left the palace overnight with the golden imperial edict, heading towards the Luoshui River.

Luoyang, inn.

On the smooth official road, a carriage slowly stopped at the door, and a dark-skinned maid stepped forward and opened the curtain.

"Princess Yinzhu, we have arrived in Luoyang."

"Finally we're here."

The person in the sedan sighed with emotion, opened the curtain and slowly got out of the carriage, and it turned out to be the Turkic princess Yinzhu.

It's just different from before, there is a tough-headed child beside her.

After getting off the carriage, Princess Yinzhu came to the pavilion and smiled gently.

"We have traveled a long way to get here. Can we stay overnight and have a quick meal?"

"Are you Turks?"

The postman looked at Princess Yinzhu up and down, and when he saw that she was a Turk in simple clothes, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Luoyang is the sacred capital of the Tang Dynasty. There are tens of thousands of merchants coming and going every day. How can I have a room for you?"

"You can live in it if you want. You can also sleep in the woodshed in the backyard, but the price is a bit expensive. It's 20 taels per night."

Hearing these words, the little maid turned red with anger and scolded angrily.

"The people behind us in line have rooms, so why should we live in a woodshed? Are you still being unreasonable?"

The postman curled his lips disdainfully and pointed at the few young people who jumped in line.

"This is the young master of the Minister of Industry's family, and the one next to him is the grandson of General Jingo."