A group of Jinyi guards arrived. Wang Hongyu glanced at it and immediately noticed that one of the Jinyi guards was walking on a crutch.
He Chao!
The He Chao whose leg was broken by Meng Biao and whose crutch he exchanged for a hammer turned out to be Jin Yiwei!
"He Chao from the Hundred Households of Jinyiwei, pays homage to His Majesty."
"Excuse me. You have limited legs and feet, so you don't need to give this big gift." Wanli asked He Chao to get up and meet Wang Hongyu.
This is a bit ominous. The most worrying thing is not that I have tricked this guy, but that this guy has defected to me and the Sichuan Army. Later, he will deal with Wang Xue Shu and introduce him to the Zhejiang Army's military exercise area to avenge the Qi Army.
More or less clear...
He Chao was a Jin Yiwei, so Emperor Wanli also knew about it...
"Someone in Ji Town was involved in reselling the warehouse's goods. Jin Yiwei has been investigating for a long time. This time, Wang Aiqing took action to solve the problem. It is indeed a good thing.
He Chao has already explained the situation to me. The matter is over here. I will ask He Chao to follow you to Liaodong after his leg recovers. He has his mission, but cooperating and protecting you is also one of his responsibilities."
"I obey the decree."
"As for the affairs in the southwest, I have decided to arrange for Yuan Yingtai to go to Yunnan and Guizhou to serve as governor. You can rest assured about the affairs of the She'an family for the time being."
Wang Hongyu knew clearly in his heart that Wanli's true thoughts were still not well hidden.
Let yourself go to the southwest and promise Dingyuan Bo. The first level of meaning is a kind of reward, the second level is to plan the future, and the third level also means to slightly weaken the Sichuan soldiers, Zhejiang soldiers, and white pole soldiers to form a group.
Having He Chao appear here has several meanings.
On the first level, He Chao is a Jin Yiwei, and following him to Liaodong will be regarded as assistance and protection. On the second level, Wanli knows who killed Wang Xue Shu, and this is the handle he holds on to him, so he had better be honest and obedient.
It seems that his actions in less than two months have not only created enemies such as the Zhejiang Party, but also made Wanli want to use him again and become a little wary...
Is it worth it?
worth!
The Zhejiang soldiers and the Baigan soldiers did not have internal strife. Instead, they became more united under their own promotion and conducted cooperative training.
When you are in the Hun River, you will definitely have different opportunities.
The She'an Rebellion was taken seriously in advance and Yuan Yingtai also went to the southwest from Liaodong. The great rebellion of more than 20 years may be eliminated invisible.
Sichuan, Guizhou and Yunnan are all likely to avoid this disaster.
Not counting the status he had won, Xu Guangqi's promotion and changes, and the adjustments those missionaries were forced to make by the "Netherlanders"...
If you want to gain something, you will take corresponding risks.
At this stage, the goal has been initially achieved. Next, we have to be a little more cautious. Once we are developed, we can use the opportunity to do things.
As the little self-ringing clock chimed the time, it was time for the sun to set again.
Wanli looked at the sunset and sighed sadly: "I have been on the throne for forty-eight years. I thought I could make some brilliant achievements, but I never expected that the situation would get worse... I always felt that that person had occupied the position.
, without him I can use my fists and show my ambition..."
Although he felt a bit like the Riddler, Wang Hongyu, who was familiar with this period of history, knew that "that person" Wanli was talking about was Zhang Juzheng.
He has been under the shadow of Zhang Juzheng all his life, even though there is no Zhang Juzheng in the world.
"But in the end, nothing was accomplished...even my favorite son was about the same age as you when he was forced to leave me!"
Wanli was a little moved when he saw Wang Hongyu calling his son Fu Wang.
Wang Hongyu looked at the sad Emperor Wanli and couldn't say some words at all.
How to tell him that his favorite son, King Fu, will have a very tragic ending in the future...
How to tell him that the eldest son he doesn't like can still see the world for less than two months...
How to tell him that his two grandsons cannot save the Ming Dynasty, and future generations will bear endless infamy...
I couldn't speak, couldn't say a word.
There was that moment when Wang Hongyu wanted to denounce Wanli directly and blame Ming Dynasty for its decline in his hands. He was the first person to blame.
But what's the use of this? Wanli will not change anything because of this, let alone live longer to save anything.
"The past belongs to Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun, and the next belongs to me, the God of War Wang Hongyu!" Wang Hongyu made an oath in his heart and decided to start over.
"Oh, by the way, I haven't rewarded you for the self-ringing bell yet."
"I don't need rewards."
"Then there will be no reward. You can send the chime back to me, and I will give you a gift too, and you can choose it yourself."
Wanli asked Wang Hongyu to follow him to a side hall, where Wanli's favorite things were placed. The exquisite little self-ringing clock was already placed here, as well as various other exquisite porcelain, colored glaze, etc.
I glanced at these and my eyes suddenly stopped on one thing.
Diabolo...a diabolo full of cracks. The bamboo wood has changed color and looks like it has been there for many years.
Wang Hongyu's breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes were a little straight. If I remember correctly this diabolo...
It was given by Zhang Juzheng to Zhu Yijun, who was only 10 years old at the time...
It turns out that's what he thinks. It turns out that Wanli has been struggling in his heart and has this mentality towards what he does.
Wang Hongyu took the diabolo.
Emperor Wanli stood blankly in front of piles of treasures, looking at the sunset and falling into complete contemplation.
"I heard that Your Majesty has been in poor health recently, so I specially sent this gift to Your Majesty." Zhang Juzheng's powerful and majestic voice was solemn and majestic, but what he brought out turned out to be an ordinary diabolo.
The ministers were all surprised. How could Zhang Juzheng give such an ordinary thing to Wanli?
"Mr. Zhang, what is this?" The ten-year-old child suddenly became interested.
"This is called diabolo. My son had a sudden illness, so I bought him a diabolo to exercise, and he recovered quickly. Your Majesty, who has been living in the palace for a long time, can also play with this to exercise."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Juzheng placed the diabolo directly above the main hall, and the buzzing sound of diabolo came from the main hall.
This gift is very ordinary, but it brings rich happiness to young Wanli.
Then I thought of another person.
"Daban! Daban! Come and play diabolo with me!"
"Your Majesty, please slow down~" Feng Bao, who was white and fat, carefully took care of Wanli to avoid any damage to him while playing.
The diabolo buzzed, and Wanli gradually grew taller while playing with it, and became the best-looking emperor besides Hongwu and Yongle. The hair of Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao also gradually turned gray, and the Ming Dynasty ushered in its glory again.
That warm emotion was frozen by the cold, and was replaced by a diabolo that was broken and full of cracks.
"Mr. Zhang...Date Ban...I was wrong..."
But being frozen is just covering up, it still exists, waiting to be awakened.
Wanli's tears fell drop by drop, and no one in the huge Ming Dynasty could share his worries.
The hands of the self-ringing clock were ticking, and the setting sun was slowly setting.
"Mr. Zhang... Daban... I miss you..." This chapter has been completed!