The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

At dawn, a small team left the north gate of Dadu and went straight to the military camp not far away. The snow that had only melted during the day turned into thin ice overnight, and the horseshoes made a slight "click" sound.

"Shangshu Zheng Yi of the Ministry of War pays his respects to King Jin!"

Zheng Yisheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, has a long face and a gentle face, but he is half a rough man. Thirty years ago, the young son of the Zheng family, who was still studying Zhe Ye in the academy, was forced to put down his pen and ink because of the sad news of his father's death. Surrounded by a group of strong men, he mounted a war horse.From then on, it was hard to see the scholars who recited poems and made love to the moon, and the objects they struggled with turned into iron-blooded soldiers, the Tartars in the northern border, and the barbarian slaves in the southern border.Relying on his numerous military exploits, he could have been named a general, but Zheng Yi has a rare personality. Relying on his self-taught sentences in the army, he does not want to be a military general but wants to be a civil servant. Emperor Xuanzheng was also happy to make him Minister of the Ministry of War.

Vanguard General Gao Gong heard the report, put down his half-eaten breakfast, wiped his mouth and hurried out with a few lieutenants.

Seeing someone coming out to greet Zheng Yi, Zheng Yi got off his horse, handed the reins to the accompanying officials, and clasped his hands across the deer village: "Shangshu Zheng Yi of the Ministry of War pays his respects to the King of Jin!"

Gao Gong nodded to signal the guards to let him go, and bowed his hands in return: "Master Zheng, please! Prince Jin is waiting for you in the main tent!"

Zheng Yi had a calm demeanor, but the accompanying officials looked at each other in blank dismay.Originally, he came early in the morning to show his sincerity, but King Jin never expected to get up earlier.Of course, this just confirms Mr. Qi's words. He detained the army and refused to enter the capital. He really wanted to ask the emperor.

King Jin sat in the main tent, glanced at the people who opened the curtain and came in, and said straight to the point: "Although our army won the battle in southern Xinjiang, we also suffered heavy losses. If there is no proper arrangement, this king will have no face to face death." General!"

Zheng Yi bowed his waist and saluted, and said with a smile: "The prince of Jin is too worried! The Beijing army has won a great victory, and the whole country is jubilant. The emperor will definitely add officials and rewards to all the soldiers. The warriors went to southern Xinjiang to fight for more than seven months, and on New Year's Eve, there was a snowfall that was hard to see in a century. The road is closed, tomorrow is the [-]th day, please also invite Prince Jin to lead the army into Beijing, so that the soldiers can reunite with their families."

King Jin Han Jing kept silent, and picked up a letter from the table: "Of course I know that tomorrow is the fifteenth! Here are some small requests. As long as the emperor agrees, I will return to the court immediately."

Expecting that Han Jing would do something like this, Zheng Yi calmly put away the lieutenant and handed over the letter, put it in his arms, saluted again, and led the accompanying officials back to Beijing to return to his order.

Just after noon, a secret edict written by Emperor Jiayou was handed over to Han Jing.

Seeing loyal ministers and villains fighting wits and courage, and the book in his hand was suddenly forcibly taken away, Wan Zixiao raised her eyes in displeasure, but was facing a pair of ink-dotted pupils, her heart tightened, and she turned her head slightly in embarrassment: "What? Is there any news from the palace?"

Han Jing smiled calmly, and brushed his index finger across the white neck of the person on the chair: "Well, there should be no problem with this little request."

The place touched by the fingertips seemed to be on fire, and it was very hot. It was obvious that the roots of the ears were so red, but Wan Zixiao was unwilling to compare like this, and raised his eyes with a sense of playfulness: "The emperor is better than us! It’s more generous than imagined.”

Knowing that he has a low face and will not admit defeat, Han Jing smiled and let him go first, dragged the chair beside him, and sat next to Wan Zixiao: "I'm afraid it's not the emperor's intention, someone has persuaded him."

"Qi Yuanshan?" Wan Zixiao moved away without showing any trace, and blurted out, "The emperor always listens to Mr. Qi very much."

Seeing his small movements, Han Jing intentionally leaned closer, pulled Wan Zixiao's hand and held it in his palm: "The emperor is just like the former emperor, he is not someone who listens easily, what can be listened to is nothing but strange force It's just chaos."

"You mean Guo Zigan." A man of high rank and authority is even thicker-skinned than others. Wan Zixiao had no choice but to let him pull him around. He was slightly suspicious, "First there was Duke Cao, then Emperor Xuanzheng, and now the emperor He's been favored by him, these years he's really like a fish in water. It's just... I always think he's not that simple. "

A trace of sinisterness flashed in Han Jing's eyes, and he smiled lightly: "Of course he is not simple, especially the hexagram of the queen mother, which is very good!"

The meanings of the two "not simple" are far apart. Wan Zixiao didn't know how to explain it for a moment, and they both fell silent in an instant.

Sitting opposite each other for a long time, Wan Zixiao's hands were sweating from Han Jing's grip.

Wan Zixiao smiled and pulled out her hand, pretending to stand up easily: "My lord, I have already thought about it, what will I have for dinner tonight?"

Han Jing didn't move, the corners of his mouth were upturned, completely lost in thought.

What King Jin was thinking, even if he didn't say a word, people around him could guess eight points, and he didn't want to see him getting deeper and deeper, Wan Zixiao tentatively pushed, and changed the topic: "Is the lord hungry? It's time to tell them to prepare dinner!"

Han Jing's expression flickered, he raised his eyes to stare at Wan Zixiao, grabbed his thin wrist roughly, and said with a ruthless expression, "Zixiao, I want you to help me!"

"Okay", Wan Zixiao replied without hesitation, expecting him to be like this, "My lord, I will definitely help you, no matter what happens!"

Han Jingjing nodded, and pulled Wan Zixiao away expressionlessly, the strength in his hand was so painful that it seemed that if he squeezed harder, he could break the wrist in his palm.

He walked out without looking back, and Wan Zixiao suddenly had a strong premonition, as if something was about to end, all the steps in the past were disappearing rapidly, the people in front of him gradually became strange, and the mirror was broken. Just in an instant.

On the early morning of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the King of Jin led his army back to Beijing. The people in the metropolitan city crowded on both sides of the street, and many of the lanterns that had been hung on the trees were crowded out.The army returned triumphantly from the chaos, and it was the Fifteenth Festival, and the whole capital was filled with joy.

That night there was a grand banquet in the palace, and Emperor Jiayou decreed that Han Jing, the King of Jin, would stay in the capital for his meritorious service in the battle.

Emperor Jiayou was not familiar with the political affairs just after he ascended the throne, the foundation of King Jin's expedition and return to the court was unstable, and the vitality of the Cao family had not recovered after being seriously injured.

The power of the three parties is to check and balance each other. As long as one party weakens, it will soon be annexed by the other two parties.Although Emperor Jiayou was irritable and mediocre, and had few competent ministers under him, he had no choice but to dominate the throne.Whoever wants to touch him is a traitor and traitor, and everyone in the world will punish him if he gets it!

Jin Wang Han Jing and Cao Guogong Cao Yuzhang would not be foolish enough to provoke him first, and their eyes were tightly locked on each other.How could the surnamed Han be the Cao family!

Sufficient dormant recuperation, the second year of Jiayou, a struggle for power kicked off.