The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Your Majesty hasn't attended court for three days.

Li Dongyang, Liu Jian and others came to the palace and stopped at the courtyard of the Meridian Gate, watching Emperor Hongzhi trotting by.

Yan Chengjin thought about it and followed him, not because he wanted to persuade Emperor Hongzhi to attend the morning court.

Who wants to attend court when there is sleep?

He wanted to ask for rewards!

Exposing Jiao Fang's crimes is a great achievement. If Your Majesty keeps pretending to be stupid, who will reward him?

When Emperor Hongzhi saw Yan Chengjin catching up, he said first, "I heard that you drafted a set of strategies for Li Zhaoxian to strengthen his body?"

"Your Majesty means..." Yan Chengjin remembered that he had made a hell training plan for Li Zhaoxian.

"Give me one."

Yan Chengjin was a little surprised. Emperor Hongzhi's body was not as good as Li Zhaoxian's.

And he needed to read the memorials every day, so he couldn't toss too much. He couldn't run a half marathon alone.

"After the border robbery and Jiao Fang incident, I want to live longer. The prosperous era is still a long way off, and I can't die first." Emperor Hongzhi said seriously.

Since he started practicing in the morning, he could feel his body getting lighter.

It's more useful than taking the red pills from the Taoist priest of Lingshou Palace.

To live a few more years, you must first have a strong body. He remembered what Li Dongyang said about Li Zhaoxian's rebirth.

Yan Chengjin thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, learn Tai Chi from Wang Yue? Boxing can strengthen the body."

"I can do it too, Your Highness." Xiao Jing came up and smiled.

"Let Wang Yue teach me."

Xiao Jing's face collapsed, as if his parents had died.

After jogging a lap, Emperor Hongzhi ordered people to notify all officials to prepare for court.

Yan Chengjin was delighted, Xiao Jing nodded in response, and sent a little eunuch to inform each other.

After not attending court for three consecutive days, all officials had the illusion that they would never attend court again in the future.

I haven't seen His Majesty for three days.

Liu Jian was relieved: "Your Majesty has pacified the country both inside and outside, worked hard to govern, and his achievements are comparable to those of Yao and Shun. Why should you blame yourself?"

"I have been reflecting on myself for three days. I have been negligent in governing and feel ashamed of the people in the border areas." Emperor Hongzhi looked calm.

Your Majesty is naturally forgiving and kind, and is easily sentimental.

I think he is still reflecting on himself.

But he did not write a confession of guilt, nor did he order people to comfort the heaven and earth and the ancestral tombs. This is an improvement in his ability to bear.

Yan Chengjin decided to continue the attack to make His Majesty's ability to bear grow further.

Emperor Hongzhi looked in the direction of the Censorate: "Zheng Qian investigated the case of Zhang Tianxiang's false merits and made great contributions. He was granted an official promotion to the first rank and his salary increased with his official promotion."

In terms of the matter of conferring an official title, Yan Chengjin felt that His Majesty was more cautious than him.

The incident of the border generals claiming credit can be said to be a major case that has harmed the Ming Dynasty for a hundred years.

Zheng Qian risked his life to enter Ningyuan and was promoted to the first rank.

I wonder what reward he will get when it's his turn?

Yan Chengjin was vaguely looking forward to it and worried. He hoped it wouldn't be a skin...

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell on the team of the Censorate again, as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Yan's family has made great contributions by thoroughly investigating Jiao Fang's corruption case. In the future, you must abide by your duties and not be idle."

That's it?

Yan Chengjin lowered his head slightly, hesitating whether to take out Wu Kuan's impeachment.

Li Dongyang, Liu Jian and others were silent.

Thoroughly investigating Jiao Fang is a great merit, but no one asked for a reward for Yan Chengjin.

"Your Majesty, the family belongings, calligraphy and paintings in Jiao Fang's house have been sold by the government for a total of 60,000 taels of silver, all of which can be added to the national treasury."

Yan Chengjin held the plaque and bowed slightly.

60,000 taels?

All officials took a deep breath, which was several times higher than the education of the pawnshop.

Liangxiang's official sale is really a cash cow!

Emperor Hongzhi's lips twitched, so 60,000 taels of silver were added to the national treasury.

Sometimes, he really wanted to transfer Yan Chengjin to the Ministry of Revenue.

Han Wen was overjoyed: "When will it be put into the treasury? This official sent someone to hand over and settle."

"The national treasury still owes Liangxiang Prefecture treasury 68,000 taels. These 60,000 taels should be used to offset it. This is the IOU." Yan Chengjin's face remained unchanged and he took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

Angry.

This kid must be angry because I didn't reward him!

Emperor Hongzhi snorted coldly. It's not that he didn't want to reward Yan Chengjin, but he hadn't decided what reward to give.

"Yan Qing's family has made great contributions in thoroughly investigating Jiao Fang. The emperor has granted the bullfighting clothes to Yan Qing's family and ordered the Shangyijian to make them for them.

Now the national treasury is empty, so let's put the 60,000 taels of silver into the national treasury first."

Wu Kuan looked at Yan Chengjin with envy. The imperially granted clothes would make his ancestors' graves smoke.

This kid wore one, and got another one, so he could change them.

Wu Kuan lowered his head and touched Yan Chengjin: "I don't have one yet, why don't you thank me quickly."

Although the granted clothes are good, they are just clothes for Yan Chengjin.

It is far less valuable than sending him ten more Jinyiwei.

Yan Chengjin bowed slightly: "I thank your majesty, and the 60,000 taels of silver can be sent to the national treasury today."

After leaving the Fengtian Hall and returning to the Duchayuan, soon, a eunuch from the Shangyijian came to measure his clothes.

…………

Datong Town, on the city wall of Beiwudingmen

The people outside the city have moved back to the city. Jiang An looked to the north. Although the wind and sand were hazy, he could see the rolling yellow dust on the distant horizon.

He stared at the flag and shouted: "Open the city gate!"

Soon, the Korean army led by Zhu Hui entered Datong Town.

Jiang An was worried: "Even if the Duke of Baoguo led his army to support, I'm afraid it will be difficult to hold. The Tatars have gathered 50,000 troops this time. I have sent an urgent report back to the capital."

"The Tatars are not fools. How can they give you a chance to wait for reinforcements? Prepare to fight."

After months of fighting, Zhu Hui couldn't help but look tired.

Although the news of the Tatar alliance with the Jurchens has long been received.

But Datong had no other choice but to recall the people to the city.

"The Tatars and Jurchens have 70,000 troops. The prince must not go and die."

"My Lord is not stupid, you go and contain the enemy troops, I will sit in the camp and wait for the reinforcements to come north!"

Jiang An sighed, that was all he could do.

…………

In the capital, the cabinet is on duty,

"After planning for so long, the Tatars and Jurchens are really going to unite to attack Datong."

Liu Jian looked at the report in his hand, and it really confirmed his guess the day before.

This sparse memorial was sent back by Jiang An, the general of Datong.

Twenty days ago, Dayan Khan's third son Balsbrot.

He led an army of 50,000 and combined with an army of 20,000 Jurchens to attack Datong.

"Datong's military strength is only 20,000. The North Korean army led by Lord Baoguo only has 10,000 troops. The total strength is only 30,000. I am afraid it will be difficult to resist."

After reading the poem, Li Dongyang looked sad.

After the three people discussed it, they decided to meet the saint first.

Yan Chengjin was watching Li Dongyang's ballads, choosing words and sentences, and none of them were redundant.

Every sentence goes straight to the point, and he is worthy of being the one who can kill Liu Jin.

He has now mastered the calligraphy of Ma Wensheng's bullets, Qin Hong's calligraphy, and Korean's calligraphy.

Only Li Dongyang and Xie Qian have not mastered the ammunition yet.

Zheng Qian came over and whispered: "Sir, the little eunuch outside is calling you."

Wu Kuan stood up, a little nervous: "Your Majesty summoned Jiu Qing again?"

Normally, His Majesty only summons the Cabinet and the Six Ministries. If he summons the Nine Ministers, it means something big is about to happen.

Yan Chengjin looked outside the duty room, and the eunuch looked anxious.

There was nothing important that day in Ming Dynasty. Writing bullets was his job.

He picked up the pen and continued to imitate Li Dongyang's bullets a hundred times.