The sun was shining too brightly, leaving people with oily faces and sweaty backs. There was not a breath of wind in the city, and everything seemed to be frozen.

Late spring in Chang'an is like a beauty waking up from a hangover, looking a little lazy.

Zheng Yuandong hurriedly entered the Ministry of War.

"Shilang Zheng!"

A clerk came over and said, "Mr. Zhang invites you to discuss matters."

"knew."

"I've met Mr. Liang!" The clerk immediately changed his smile and raised his hands behind Zheng Yuandong.

Zheng Yuandong's thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Shilang Zheng!" Liang Jing came over.

"Is something wrong?"

Ever since Zheng Yuandong humiliated Liang Jing last time, the relationship between the two has been on the same level.

Liang Jing said: "You have always supported strengthening Northern Xinjiang."

"Is there a problem?"

"The problem is huge!"

Liang Jing's eyes were gloomy, "Just the news, Huang Chunhui vomited blood."

Zheng Yuandong's heart skipped a beat, "Have you ever fallen ill?"

Liang Jing shook his head, "No."

That’s okay!

"Then Northern Xinjiang began to prepare for war."

Zheng Yuandong stopped and turned around.

Liang Jing looked at him, "The news is on its way to the palace."

He met Wang Shou on the way, who was about to enter the palace, and learned the news... Originally, the mirror station would also send the news to the Ministry of War, but it happened to be one step ahead.

"Huang Chunhui wants to bear the anger accumulated by Bei Liao before he takes office!"

Zheng Yuandong looked to the north, "A role model for our generation!"

"If he is defeated, his reputation will be ruined!" Liang Jing also admired Huang Chunhui's courage, but the price was too high, "His Majesty will be furious!"

"He launched troops without Chang'an's permission?"

"You think you shouldn't be angry?"

"Once he vomits blood, how long can he live?"

"I don't know!"

"I assert that Huang Chunhui will not live more than two years!"

Zheng Yuandong looked at Liang Jing, "What's the point of being angry with a dying person? Your Majesty will definitely not do that."

If there is no following sentence, this is domineering.

"What a pity."

Liang Jing did not think Huang Chunhui was an enemy, but instead thought he was a capable minister.

"Nothing to regret!"

Zheng Yuandong walked towards Zhang Huan's room.

"Don't you feel sorry for Huang Chunhui?" Liang Jing felt that this was not in line with Zheng Yuandong's temperament.

Zheng Yuandong stood outside the duty room, turned around and said: "Die for the country, die without regrets!"

After Zhang Huan learned the news, his first reaction was...

"The latest batch of armored clothes is on the way. Let's go and urge them. Even if the horses and oxen are exhausted, the batch of armored clothes must be sent to northern Xinjiang within a month."

Later, Zheng Yuandong walked out of the check-in room.

Liang Jing walked side by side with him.

"Huang Chunhui raises troops without warning, and if he doesn't die, he will die!" Liang Jing said.

"What do you think people do in life?" Zheng Yuandong asked a very boring question.

Liang Jing said: "Of course it's about eating, drinking, having fun and expressing our ambitions."

"Man is born to die." Zheng Yuandong moved forward slowly.

"Huang Chunhui is dead, the soldiers and civilians of Northern Xinjiang will remember him, and Qing Shibanban will remember him. This is life for death!

And if you and I die, who will remember?"

"Who cares about the annals of history!"

"I care."

"Since you want to leave a name in history, do you dare to speak for Huang Chunhui?"

"Of course I want to speak for Huang Chunhui."

"Aren't you afraid of His Majesty's wrath?" Liang Jing stopped, his eyes dark, wondering what he was thinking.

Zheng Yuandong waved his hand, "I'm even more afraid that I won't be able to sleep at night!"

Behind him, the staff approached, "Lang Jun, do you want to impeach Zheng Yuandong?"

Liang Jing shook his head, "Let our person, that fool, the fool who was discovered to be corrupt by our people last time, let him speak in a more subtle way and put aside our relationship."

The staff took out charcoal and a pamphlet, "Zheng Yuandong acts recklessly, and it is easy to find charges for impeachment..."

Liang Jing looked at the north, "Let him cry out for Northern Xinjiang!"

The staff raised their heads in disbelief: "..."

"Don't look at Yeye! Yeye is not a good person." Liang Jing showed off the aura of a bad boy that he had not seen for a long time, and said fiercely: "Impeach him after he speaks out!"

The staff agreed and immediately went to make arrangements.

Liang Jing stood there.

The sun was shining brightly. He touched the top of his head and said, "It's warm, like a good person."

…

In the palace, the emperor was furious!

"Old dog!"

Looking at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, Han Shitou whispered: "Your Majesty, anger hurts your body."

A few strands of the emperor's hair were scattered on his cheeks, his eyes were filled with coldness, his right fist was clenched, and he said in a deep voice: "Call the medical officer who went to Northern Xinjiang last time!"

The medical officer who went to Northern Xinjiang to diagnose Huang Chunhui's pulse last time is here.

"Huang Chunhui vomited blood, how long do you think he will live?" the emperor asked calmly.

The medical officer thought about it and said: "Your Majesty, I went to treat Huang Xianggong last time and found that his meridians were severely atrophied, but he was just using his deep inner breath to hold on.

If we talk about longevity, I felt at that time that it should be several years. However, I would not dare to lie about the important matter of life and death."

The emperor asked: "I heard that he vomited blood."

"Vomiting blood?" The medical officer was startled, with a sad look on his face, "If he is vomiting blood, it must be because his meridians are in trouble. If he can calm down and nurse himself back to health, there is still something that can be done."

The emperor waved his hand and the medical officer resigned.

"But he provoked Beiliao!"

The emperor's anger lessened a little, "He wanted to defeat Bei Liao before leaving... No! Bei Xinjiang is not strong enough to defeat Bei Liao. The only possibility is that he wants to weaken Bei Liao's energy. In this way,

Pave the way for Liao Jin!"

The emperor's mood seemed to be improving again, and he even had people singing and dancing, and started rehearsing a song he had arranged the day before.

Han Shitou left the opera garden and walked slowly in the palace.

"I've met Young Inspector Han!"

"Young Master Han is well!"

Han Shitou nodded silently until he returned to his residence and took out the stone.

"Your Majesty, Huang Chunhui wants to raise troops without warning, which violates the taboo of officials. I don't know why he is so decisive, but I think it must be related to the situation in northern Xinjiang.

Huang Chunhui became official, and Liao Jin took over. Liao Jin was a general, and no one dared to say whether he could stabilize Northern Xinjiang. Huang Chunhui's move was to pave the way for him. It can be called a bold act.

This servant is thinking, Liao Jin can’t hold on for a few more years, who will be after him?”

The next day, the news from the mirror came.

"Shaojian Han, Zhao Sanfu is here."
To be continued...