Your Majesty, after he played stupid and overturned the car

It was the first case of Shengjia's personal conquest of the north, but Su Jinhuai, Qi Yanxing and others had no objection, so the six departments could only be busy with the matter of His Majesty's personal conquest. He led [-] Qingqi horses to leave Beijing, of which [-] were the Imperial Forest Army, and the commander Sheng Yan accompanied him all the way, escorting food, grass, and luggage to the west of Lingxi.

A group of courtiers stood on the city tower, watching from afar. After a long while, Su Jingci said softly: "To open up the frontiers and expand the land, the emperor will personally conquer. Your Majesty is the first in my court."

people. "

Most of the monarchs of the Ming Dynasty worshiped literature. When the literary world was prosperous, most of the generals could not be reused, let alone go to the border to participate in the war in person.

This is also the first time for Ming Wanzhao.

"Wen Tao Wu Lue, good at governing the country." Qi Yanxing's tone was not lacking in appreciation, quite reassuring that my family had a child who had just grown up, and said: "The king of the prosperous age should be like this. After the founding of Daliang, the kings of all dynasties, compared with Emperor Jianyuan, They are all slightly inferior."

Since the first year of Shengyuan, only Ming Wanzhao has truly broken the family's shackles on the imperial power. Going north this time is also the most feasible solution after his consideration, and it can even help him stabilize the imperial power!

After traveling day and night, Ming Wanzhao hardly stopped at any place. He hurried on his way, had a meal, took a nap and continued on his way.He had to rush to Yuchuan as soon as possible. When Lu Yunchuan sent back the news of defeat, he had just retreated from Dingyu to Yuchuan.

He was destined to live for Daliang all his life, and even the closest people in this world could only be monarchs and ministers in front of him.

Ming Wanzhao shouldn't have ripples in his heart because of Lu Yunchuan, but the clouds can gather and disperse involuntarily, and so does his heart follow his emotions.

Ever since he received the battle report, Ming Wanzhao's heart has always been hanging in Lingxi. He pretended to be calm and calm, but he was already panicked to the point of fear.

When they arrived in Zichuan, Wen Bojing personally brought people to welcome him. Before he rode his horse into the city, Ming Wanzhao saw refugees piled up outside the city. They were dressed in rags and skinny in the cold winter, waiting for a little warmth from the porridge shed. Porridge.

"According to His Majesty's will, most of the refugees from Lingxi were sent to Jiangdong." Wen Bojing rode his horse and Ming Wanzhao took a moment, "Ye Shi has tried his best to release food, and Zhiyuan is also doing free medical treatment in the city. But most of Jiangdong's food this year has been given to Yubei and Lingxi, the city can no longer accommodate too many refugees, they can only rest here, and then go to the execution platform."

Ming Wanzhao's knuckles turning white as he held the rein, Leng Yuci's white face was a little heavy, and after a long while, he said: "Let's go into the city."

The chariots and horses moved forward, and when they approached the gate of the city, there was a commotion behind them. Ming Wanzhao frowned and reined in the horse, and someone came to report: "Your Majesty! Some refugees saw that we had brought food, and started fighting with the guards who were escorting the food and grass." !"

Before Ming Wanzhao could reply, he heard someone among the refugees shouting: "They have brought food!"

"Why do dignitaries wear warm clothes and eat well! They can also ride horses! They have food!"

Ming Wanzhao has excellent hearing ability, he followed the sound and saw some of the refugees raised their arms and shouted, although they were in rags, they were not hungry, many people from all directions shouted at the same time, urging the refugees to get up one after another.

Ming Wanzhao understood immediately, and said in a deep voice, "Nails from Beijiang have been infiltrated among the refugees, bow here!"

Sheng Yan handed the bow and arrow, Ming Wanzhao couldn't use a heavy bow, his slender fingertips were covered with thin calluses, he hooked the bowstring, and the feathered arrow shot out through the air, piercing the throat of the person who fanned the fire.

The refugees who were still about to move froze.

But Nail refused to give up, and even loudly said: "Killed! They killed!"

Under Ming Wanzhao's signal, Sheng Yan understood, and ordered the imperial army to set up their bows, and shoot only those who shouted loudly. Nails down.

The turmoil soon calmed down, and the refugees shrank back, not daring to move rashly.

Wearing fox fur, Ming Wanzhao glanced over the refugees, and suddenly understood the locust plague in Longnan mentioned by Lu Yunchuan, when the refugees rebelled, and what kind of situation it was.

"I am the Son of Heaven of Daliang, and I am bringing food and grass with me to the front of the battle in the west of Ling." Ming Wanzhao said loudly, "The soldiers want to eat, and the common people also want to eat. Today, half of the food and grass I carry will be left in Jiangdong."

When the refugees heard the sound, they knelt down and shouted long live His Majesty.

But Ming Wanzhao's face was as cold as frost amidst these shouts.

Today's situation is all because of northern Xinjiang!

After entering the city, Wen Bojing's complexion was also pale, he said: "Your Majesty, forgive me, minister..."

Ming Wanzhao suddenly raised his hand and stopped his words.

"When the people are humiliated, the emperor is humiliated."

"Today, the humiliation and suffering that our people in Daliang have suffered." Ming Wanzhao's words were clear and resounding, "Northern Xinjiang will definitely be returned a thousand times and a hundred times."

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Wen Bojing paused, nodded, and said, "Beijiang will pay the price, so what should we do with the few Beijiang craftsmen we caught?"

killed.

After saying that, Ming Wan Zhaowu rode his horse forward and said, "Stay overnight and cross the river tomorrow."

Ming Wanzhao doesn't care if they were sold to Northern Xinjiang or for other reasons, since they have committed treason, there is no need to stay any longer.What's more, it is too difficult to find a needle in a haystack. He is going to Lingxi to face the people of northern Xinjiang, and he will draw his salary from the bottom of the pot!

On the original Lucheng city tower, Zhebu overlooked the silver-clad Daliang Land from a distance. 25 years ago, he finally stepped on the land that his father had set foot on.

"Father Khan!"

The young man dressed in animal skins ran up the tower, his cheeks blushed due to the wind or the excitement, seeing that he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he walked quickly to Zhebu, and called again: "Father Khan! Mu Si Grandpa He said you are here, you are really here!"

With a smile on his face, Jebu took the young man by the hand, pointed him in the south direction, and said, "Ake, look, that's the land my family wants for generations. There is enough food and clothing there. , so that my tribe doesn't have to die in the cold winter of the grassland like your mother."

Tucker followed the direction of his father's finger, looking at the vast land, with the same arrogance in his eyes as his father, without restraint, "We will get there."

"Yes, these two cities alone are not enough."

Jeb seemed to be talking to his son, but also seemed to be talking to himself. He felt the cold wind at his fingertips, but he seemed to see his wife in front of him.

That is the most beautiful and brave woman of the Shage tribe, the pearl of northern Xinjiang that cannot be hidden by the grassland wind and sand. Six years ago, there was a heavy snowfall among the tribes. They had no charcoal fire, no food, and either died of freezing or starving to death. In spite of the profuse sweat, Jeb could only be helpless in the heavy snow.

And his wife only hugged the young Thaker, saving the life of their only son with life and body.

He hated the injustice of fate.

Why can Liang people occupy that piece of land?

The desire to conquer in Jeb's eyes was intertwined with the fire of unwillingness to accept his fate, and he silently said a name.

"Gaya.,'

After coming down from the tower, Mu Sihe waited below. He was a skinny old man who used to serve Ha Yi. After saluting, he lowered his eyes and said, "Khan, you shouldn't let your clansmen mess around in the city."

Zhe Bu didn't look sideways, "Liang people are just slaves, Mu Sihe, why do you care about the life and death of slaves?"

Mu Sihe paused, shook his head slightly, and said, "Khan, the people of my tribe are human beings, and they are also living people. If you want to conquer the world, do you want to kill all the people in Daliang?"

"Musi River." Zhebu emphasized his tone, glanced over with cold eyes, and said to him: "How can Liang people compare with my tribe? I will get the land of Daliang, and I will trample all Liang people." Underfoot!"

He walked away quickly, Mu Sihe had no time to say anything, only sighed softly.

"Grandpa, shouldn't you offend Father Khan?" Thaker said.

Mu Sihe looked at the young young master, put his hands together on his chest, and said, "Prince, our gods have guided us to this place, and gods will not have mercy on those who kill innocent people."

Tucker frowned, "But when we were about to freeze to death, Liangren never offered a helping hand."

Mu Sihe was silent for a while, the people of Liang refused to help back then, it was all because of the battle in the Shengyuan year, Beijiang slaughtered too many people in the Central Plains, forcing them to burn the city.

"Prince." Mu Sihe looked at him with eyes full of vicissitudes, and said: "But they never invaded the northern border and slaughtered our people." Tucker choked for a moment, then said: "That's because they No need, they already occupy this land!"

Musihe didn't answer any more.

He had advised the old master in the same way before, but he refused to listen, and eventually died on the land of Daliang with the two princes.

However, the line of father and son, even the young Prince Thaker, is equally stubborn and ambitious.

Outside the city of Yuchuan, Ming Wanzhao didn't mobilize his troops to sit on any imperial chariot, he just rode Wu Yuxue and led the army outside the city.

The person who picked him up was Lu Ziyuan, she looked the same as usual, except that a white cloth was tied around her arm.

It is to keep filial piety for the father.

Before Lu Ziyuan dismounted to salute, Ming Wanzhao waved his whip and said, "The army is no better than the court, so there is no need to be more polite."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lu Ziyuan nodded, and looked at Ming Wanzhao twice more, with a delicate expression.

It was the first time she saw Ming Wanzhao's original appearance, that face was indeed too beautiful, with a bit of indifference between his brows and eyes, gentle and gentle, looking extremely delicate.

...I don't know how Lu Chensong tricked him into accepting the job.

Ming Wanzhao felt that the way Lu Ziyuan looked at him was strange, like sizing up and regretting.In the end, he couldn't stand the glances from time to time, and said in a loud voice, "Where's Lu Qing?"

Lu Ziyuan rode his horse to lead the way, and said: "I was about to tell Your Majesty that the war is getting tighter now, and Shen Song is discussing matters with the generals in the west of the mausoleum. I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."

"It's okay."

After arriving at the camp, Ming Wanzhao dismounted and handed Wu Yuxue to Sheng Yan. After Lu Ziyuan took him to the army tent, he went to count the grain and grass sent by Yijing.

Lifting the curtain and coming in, there is the hot air from the pavement, and Ming Wanzhao keenly smells a little familiar smell from it.

It's the taste of Lu Yunchuan.

Even after months of separation, he could still tell the difference.

Looking at the tent again, it is so simple that apart from the bow, there is a stomach. It can be seen that this is a general's tent.

Ming Wanzhao glanced at it and was sure in his heart that this was Lu Yunchuan's military tent.