The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Emperor Hongzhi thought of the Tumubao incident.

The Yingzong's personal expedition to Wala failed, and the country's power plummeted. The captive troops came to the capital. Fortunately, Yu Qian was able to turn the tide.

The capital camp is the foundation of the country, and it is extremely dangerous to mobilize the capital camp to leave the capital.

The hall fell silent, and the ministers looked at each other in silence, quietly waiting for His Majesty to make a decision.

"How many troops do the Tatars and Duoyan have?"

"There are 50,000 people, but the number of Tatars increases very quickly due to migration, so we cannot take this as a standard." Qin Hong said.

The Tatars could attack two to three hundred miles in one day, which was why the Ming army was afraid of leaving the country.

Emperor Hongzhi knew that there were 100,000 troops on three sides.

However, the defense line is too long and cannot be concentrated in one place, so the number of troops cannot be counted as one hundred thousand.

"Your Majesty, why not wait for news from Uncle Anding first?"

The court meeting ended and the ministers dispersed.

Xiao Jing saw Emperor Hongzhi frowning and said, "Your Majesty has not paid a visit for a long time.

If you are bored, your slave can tell you some interesting stories outside the palace. "

Emperor Hongzhi didn't care: "Tell me about it."

"Yan Chengjin ordered someone to monitor a scholar. With his temperament, it was not surprising.

But this scholar's surname is also Yan. According to the report from the factory guard, Yan Chengjin seems to have known this person for a long time. The servant is wondering...could he be the illegitimate son of Uncle Anding. "

Emperor Hongzhi's face was stiff, and for a moment he was angry and scolded: "Uncle Anding is the pillar of the imperial court, and he is upright and disciplined. How can I allow you to slander me!"

Xiao Jing knelt on the ground, aggrieved: "I didn't dare to guess like this at first, but Yan Chengjin really knows that person."

Emperor Hongzhi was curious: "Where is Andingbo's origin?"

"Uncle Anding moved from Jiangxi. Yan Chengjin has been living in the capital for more than ten years before he became an official. It seems that he and the scholar are from the same hometown."

Yan Chengjin came to the main hall and already knew that Xiao Jing had informed him.

Before Emperor Hongzhi could speak, he said: "I heard His Highness mention it and realized that he was from the same family. I didn't want to disgrace the Yan family, so I was stricter."

Yan Song kicked off the party struggle in the Ming Dynasty and fought three people one after another.

If he had been clear, there might not have been any dispute between Xia Yan, Xu Jie and Zhang Juzheng.

It is self-evident to discuss his power as the fuse of the party struggle between the Ming Dynasty and the Middle Ages.

Xiao Jing lowered his head and cursed secretly, just a little harsher?

That scholar was almost forced out of the capital by you, but he didn't dare to mention it again.

Emperor Hongzhi was worried about Yansui, so he soon lost interest and started talking about Anding Bo Lai.

Yan Chengjin stood aside and listened quietly.

…

Liangxiang, homeless huts.

Yan Song never expected that he would be persecuted by traitors when he entered Beijing, and would end up like this.

He could have sold calligraphy and paintings, but when the government officials saw him, they kicked him out and confiscated his writing tools.

The money in the wallet has been spent, and the refugees living in Liangxiang live in dilapidated thatched huts, eating and sleeping in the open.

The night was bone-chillingly cold, and most importantly, there was no light for reading.

"It is cruel and inhumane. Heaven really wants to kill me, Yan Song..."

If you dig into the wall to steal the light, there will be no light to borrow.

The surrounding refugees were reluctant to use candles and oil lamps.

After finally staying up until dawn, he wanted to go to the Shuntianfu Yamen in the capital to sue Zhang Xian and persecute scholars.

However, he had no strength and lay on the straw mat, so hungry that his eyes blurred.

In more than ten days, all the money was spent.

At night, the refugees would give him a mouthful of food, but he would be hungry if he could not last the whole night. Occasionally, there would be a spring rain, which would make him shiver with cold and suffer from hunger and cold.

"Scholar, how did you end up here?" Seeing how pitiful he was, the old woman asked one more question.

"The student was harmed by the treacherous official Zhang Xian and ended up here. If he can be on the gold list, he must eradicate the dog official Zhang Xian."

The old woman's expression changed greatly, and she slapped the steamed bun to the ground: "Master Zhang is the blue sky of our refugees and a good official. How come you don't know what is good and what is good? No wonder you are reduced to this, spit."

Yan Song looked confused.

After rejecting Zhang Xian's recommendation that day, he was persecuted and was not allowed to stay in a hotel or borrow books.

Even Lao Wang Bookstore didn't sell books to him.

If it wasn't Zhang Xian who was harming him, then who was harming him?

Outside the door, his words of scolding Zhang Xian spread from one person to another, and the refugees scolded him for being heartless and never gave him food again.

…

Yanfu,

Yan Chengjin handed a letter to Zhang Xian: "Give it to Yan Song and tell him what I just told you."

Zhang Xian looked troubled. What crime did Yan Song commit? Master Yan wanted to persecute him like this?

The most severe punishment for a heinous person is not as miserable as this.

"I have my own reasons. Just go ahead and do it. I have no choice but to borrow your reputation. Please forgive me, Mr. Zhang."

Good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years.

If Yan Song died in Liangxiang, it can only mean...

What a nice guy.

Zhang Xian bowed and bowed.

He knows best how much benefit Yan Chengjin has brought to the good hometown and the court: "The person I admire most is Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan needs this good reputation, so just take it."

Yan Chengjin nodded. He liked to deal with Zhang Xian and Song Jing. He could borrow their names in front of them.

Zhu Houzhao blinked: "Lao Gao, this scholar won't be beaten to death, right?"

"This is not a joke. This matter may be related to the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty in the next hundred years. Your Highness, please be cautious in selecting scholars."

Yan Song's greed is different from Xu Jie's greed.

Although Xu Jie was greedy, he was conscientious and greedy while working. He handled various affairs of the court and had considerable political achievements.

Yan Song was only greedy but did not work, and did not care about court affairs at all.

In order to please Jiajing, he practiced Qingci (articles about praying to heaven and burning them to immortals) all day long.

Serious internal friction was also the reason for the decline of the late Ming Dynasty.

Jiajing was busy cultivating immortality, Yan Song was busy trying to please Jiajing and ignored the affairs of the court. The civil officials were busy defeating Yan Song and had no time to care about the affairs of the court.

This was the internal friction in the middle and late Ming Dynasty.

Yan Shifan was the best writer of Qingci. Because of this, he was extremely ugly, but he was valued in the court that valued appearance.

"Your Highness can hand it over to Yan Song tomorrow morning."

All the preparations and traps were for Zhu Houzhao. We will know what Yan Song's nature is tomorrow.

...

Liangxiang, straw hut area.

Yan Song was thinking about why Zhang Xian, the traitor, framed him. He had no books for the imperial examinations and couldn't even support himself, let alone wait until the autumn examination to go to Beijing for the examination.

"Are you Yan Song?"

"What do you want to see me for?" Yan Song raised his head, his face was listless.

"This is the letter your father sent to me."

Yan Song was suspicious: "This handwriting... doesn't look like my father's."

"Your father broke his hands and feet, so he asked someone to do it for him." Zhang Xian said: "Are you Yan Song, who is originally from Fenyi, Yuanzhou Prefecture, Jiangxi? Your father's name is Yan Huai? His courtesy name is Guangyao."

Yan Song's eyes fixed, and his voice trembled: "It's... it's me." When he looked at the letter again, his face was full of seriousness.

Suddenly, he lay on the ground and cried loudly: "I was harmed by the treacherous minister Zhang Xian. I feel ashamed of my father and cannot be an official. What should I do..."

It's not me who harmed you.

This letter was written by Lord Yan. "Yan Huai" had high hopes for his son, looking forward to his son's success in the imperial examination and bringing honor to his ancestors.

It was written as if it were real. Lord Yan is really amazing.

After Zhang Xian left, Yan Song still sat on the ground dejectedly. He couldn't even take the imperial examination, so how could he get his name on the imperial examination?

Even if he took the imperial examination, it would be difficult to get a good rank.

When he looked up again, he found that it was already dawn. He had been sitting like this all night.

Suddenly, there was a movement outside the door. The wooden door was pushed open and a handsome scholar walked in. It was the young scholar Zhu.

Zhu Houzhao asked with a smile: "Do you want the test questions for the Autumn Examination?"

Yan Song's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked up at Zhu Houzhao: "You... How come you have the test questions for the Autumn Examination?"

"This scholar was born in an official family. My father is the one who sets the test questions. As for who it is, this scholar cannot say. Look at these." Zhu Houzhao waved his hand.

The servants brought in piles of books, which were all book notes written by great scholars in the palace, and there were also new books!

Yan Song was shocked.

If he got the test questions for the Autumn Examination, he would definitely pass the exam. When he became an official, he could fulfill his father's wish and avenge Zhang Xian.

Zhu Houzhao urged: "This scholar will not tell anyone, do you want to?"

It's not too tragic, right? Considering the character of the protagonist, the most prudent approach is to not let Yan Song be an official. After all, he is one of the six traitors, and it is a proven fact. Therefore, if he is to be appointed, there must be a process. Using him directly does not fit the character of the protagonist. In addition, book friends who have votes, please vote~