Others can tolerate such things.

The irritable Li Rusong can't stand it...

At that moment, Master Li rushed into the study again, wrote memorials to the capital, and wrote letters to the family to ask for reinforcements. He put all his strength into doing something fierce.

In the hall.

Ma Lin looked at Li Rusong's back and said worriedly: "This..."

Chen Lie pondered, waved his hand, and said softly: "Whether to fight or not, the place to dispatch troops will be decided by the Beijing area. We just need to prepare for the war."

Things have come to this point.

Just do your best.

Marin nodded and said hurriedly: "I'll go back and rectify the troops now."

As Malin left in a hurry, there was only Shen Lie in the hall, and it became silent again, and tea was brought to the servants.

Chen Lie licked his chapped lips, then slowly stood up, went out of the door, turned over, and walked towards the Pingyao Escort Agency.

The steps were a little heavy.

Two more days later.

Capital.

The tenth year of Wanli has passed.

It was a hot summer.

The rumors that the Grand Tutor was seriously ill and could not manage the government began to spread in the streets and alleys of the capital, and all kinds of rumors became more and more common in the teahouses and restaurants.

Especially in the past two days, merchants from Shanxi have brought various half-true and half-false news, and it is said that the Tatars have committed a crime again.

The Datong side of Xuanfu seems to be making trouble again.

So.

The elderly people at home became worried, and the painful memories of the Tatar cavalry raging the capital in those years emerged in their hearts.

“How many years have you been…”

The old people sighed and criticized the incompetence of the Ming border troops, as well as the fierce and barbaric Tatars and Oirats.

And some well-informed wealthy families have begun to move south.

At this moment, in Fengtian Hall.

All officials are all An An.

Zhu Yijun, who received an urgent report from Shanxi for help, sat upright on the dragon throne and looked at the officials who did not say a word below, and was taught a lesson by the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty.

The censors who suffered repeated setbacks in the face of imperial power began to choose to keep silent...

Not cooperating.

Pretend to die.

It's completely ruined.

The expression of the clay Buddha seemed to be saying, "You are the emperor, aren't you capable, aren't you going to be the emperor?"

If you have the ability, you can lead the army personally.

Don't let us scholars give suggestions.

even.

Zhu Yijun felt deep malice from the attitudes of these court officials. At this moment, he felt that these people were waiting to see the jokes of him, the emperor.

Or.

There were many of these officials who wanted him to lead the army and then be robbed by the Tatars halfway, and it would be better to die in battle, and then repeat the old events during the Yingzong period.

Then support the young emperor's eldest son to the throne...

But this time, Zhu Yijun was surprised not to get angry, but just asked the cabinet to allocate arms, money and food to prepare for the upcoming war.

As the eunuch sang loudly, he retreated.

The adults shouted up.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The sound of the mountain calling for long live is so ridiculous.

The angry Zhu Yijun went down to court and habitually went to Cining Palace to pay tribute to the Empress Dowager. The mother and son looked at each other speechlessly.

Looking at the blisters on the corner of the emperor's son's mouth, Empress Dowager Li sighed helplessly: "Come... to the imperial hospital and ask people to prepare more old ginseng for North Korea's tribute."

She looked at her son.

I really want to say it.

Don't hold on.

When is it time to go to the Taishi Mansion and ask your teacher for advice, do you have to wait for the Tatar army to reach the capital?

The brows are burning!

At this time, Zhu Yijun's face was a little dark, but he did not refute.

Just a little boring.

Empress Dowager Li hurriedly said, "Prepare the car...go to the Grand Tutor's Mansion."

So the whole Cining Palace became busy, and Empress Dowager Li naturally knew that she had to rely on the Grand Master at the critical moment.

Half an hour later.

Grand Master's Mansion.

The bedroom was filled with the smell of herbs.

As the door opens.

Zhang Jianxiu walked in quietly, and then whispered in Zhang Juzheng's ear: "Dad...it's too late."

Zhang Juzheng, who was like a dead person, closed his eyes and responded: "Well, please report to the Empress Dowager on behalf of his father. The old minister has not recovered from his illness. If he loses his etiquette, please forgive me for his crime."

Zhang Jianxiu paused and said, "Dad... Your Majesty is here too."

After the words are finished.

Zhang Juzheng opened his eyes, and his old brow frowned slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and seemed to have recovered from some anger.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Zhang Juzheng said weakly: "Please help me up... to welcome you."

Zhang Jianxiu hurriedly responded: "Yes."

Then he waved his hand and asked the servants to carry the soft couch in, help the old father get out of bed, and carefully carry it to the study.

This is busy.

When the servant pushed open the door of the study, the scene in the room made Zhang Jianxiu stunned. The empress dowager, with the support of the eunuch Feng Bao, walked over gently with lotus steps.

And the Emperor...

Turning his back to him.

Looking out through the open windows at the back garden outside.

It seems to be a little embarrassed.

"cough."

As Zhang Juzheng let out a light cough and struggled to get up, the empress dowager hurriedly walked a few steps and pressed the old teacher's arm.

"The Grand Master is exempt from courtesy."

Empress Dowager Li looked anxious and thought to herself that if she was like this, don’t bother.

Another old voice sounded.

"The old minister bowed to Empress Dowager Shengci, and bowed to... Your Majesty."

The Master Long Sui, who was standing by the window, finally turned around, pinched his nose and accepted it, and put a few words out of his mouth: "The Grand Master is exempt from gifts."

After a bit of embarrassment.

Empress Dowager Li winked at Zhang Jianxiu. Zhang Jianxiu understood and hurriedly protected the empress dowager and walked out of the study room and served outside the door.

Let the master and apprentice get along alone with the eunuch Feng Bao.

Through a door.

After a silence of unbearable silence.

finally.

The low voice of the Emperor Longsheng sounded in the room: "Now that the Tatars are invading, they are in a big emergency, but I don't know what the Grand Master wants."

As soon as this is said.
To be continued...