At that moment, Young Master Li hurriedly rushed into the study, wrote a memorial to the capital, and wrote a letter to his family asking for reinforcements. He used all his strength to do something ruthless.
In the hall.
Ma Lin looked at Li Rusong's back and said worriedly: "This..."
However, Shen Lie pondered, waved his hand, and said softly: "Whether we fight or not, and where to deploy troops still has the final say in Beijing. We just need to prepare for war."
at this point.
Just do your best.
Marin nodded and said hurriedly: "I will go back and rectify the troops right now."
As Ma Lin left in a hurry, Shen Lie was the only one left in the hall, and it became silent again, as the servants brought tea.
Shen Lie licked his chapped lips, then slowly stood up, walked out of the door, got on his horse, and walked towards the Pingyao Escort Agency.
The steps were a bit heavy.
Two more days later.
Beijing.
The tenth year of Wanli has passed halfway.
Seeing that the hot summer has entered.
Rumors that the Grand Master was seriously ill and unable to govern began to spread in the streets and alleys of the capital. In teahouses and restaurants, all kinds of rumors increased day by day.
Especially in the past two days, merchants from Shanxi have successively brought various half-truths and half-false news. It is said that the Tatars have violated the border again.
Over in Datong, Xuanfu, there was a commotion again.
Ever since.
The elderly people in the family became worried, and the painful memories of the Tatar cavalry ravaging the capital in those years emerged in their hearts.
"How many years has it been..."
The old people sighed and criticized the Ming Dynasty's frontier troops for their failure to live up to expectations, as well as the ferocity and savagery of the Tatars and Oaras.
And some wealthy and well-informed families have begun to move south.
At this moment, inside Fengtian Hall.
All officials are in despair.
Zhu Yijun, who received an urgent report from Shanxi for help, sat on the dragon chair and looked at the silent officials below, and was taught another lesson by the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty.
The officials who had been repeatedly frustrated in front of the imperial power began to choose to remain silent...
Uncooperative.
Play dead.
Completely ruined.
That clay Bodhisattva-like demeanor seems to be saying, you are the emperor, aren't you capable, don't you want to be the emperor immediately?
If you have the ability, go and conquer it yourself.
Don't ask us scholars to give us advice.
even.
Zhu Yijun felt deep malice from the attitudes of these courtiers. At this moment, he felt that these people were waiting to see him as the emperor's joke.
or.
Many of these officials wished that he would lead the expedition in person, and then be robbed by the Tatars on the way. It would be better to die in battle, and then the old events of the Yingzong years would happen again.
Then support the young eldest son of the emperor to ascend to the throne...
But this time, Zhu Yijun surprisingly did not get angry. He just asked the cabinet to allocate arms, money and food to prepare for the upcoming war.
As the eunuch sang loudly, he retired from the court.
The adults shouted loudly.
"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"
The mountain’s cry of long live is so mocking.
After the angry Zhu Yijun came down from court, he went to Cining Palace to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager as usual. Mother and son looked at each other in silence.
Looking at the blisters on the corner of the emperor's son's mouth, Queen Mother Li sighed helplessly: "Someone...go to the Imperial Hospital and ask someone to prepare some old ginseng as tribute from North Korea."
She looked at her son.
I really want to say it.
Don't hold on.
Why don't you go to the Grand Master's Mansion quickly and ask your teacher for advice? Do you have to wait for the Tatar army to attack the capital?
It’s so urgent!
At this time, Zhu Yijun's face turned dark, but he did not refute.
Just a little boring.
Empress Dowager Li hurriedly said: "Prepare the car... to go to the Grand Master's Mansion."
As a result, everyone in Cining Palace became busy. Queen Mother Li naturally knew very well that she had to rely on the Grand Master at critical moments.
Half an hour later.
Taishi 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...the Queen Mother is here."
Zhang Juzheng, who looked like a dead man, closed his eyes and responded: "Well, please report to the Queen Mother on behalf of my father. I have not recovered from my illness. Please forgive me for any disrespect I have made."
Zhang Jianxiu paused and then said: "Dad... His Majesty is here too."
The words fell.
Zhang Juzheng opened his eyes, his old brows wrinkled slightly, as if he was a little surprised, and seemed to have regained some vitality.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and Zhang Juzheng said weakly: "Hel me up...and greet him."
Zhang Jianxiu responded quickly: "Yes."
Then he quickly waved his hand and asked the servants to bring the soft couch in, helped the old father get out of bed, and carefully carried it to the study.
This one is busy.
When the servant opened the door of the study, Zhang Jianxiu was stunned by the scene in the room. He saw the Queen Mother walking over with the help of the great eunuch Feng Bao.
And the emperor...
She was facing away from him.
Looking out at the back garden through the open window.
It seems that there is still some shame.
"cough."
As Zhang Juzheng coughed slightly and struggled to get up, the Queen Mother quickly took a few steps and held down the old master's arm.
"Master, no gift."
Empress Dowager Li looked anxious and said to herself that if this was the case, then she shouldn't bother with it.
Then an old voice sounded.
"Old minister, I pay homage to the Queen Mother Shengci, and I pay homage to... Your Majesty."
Standing by the window, Mr. Long Live finally turned around, pinched his nose to recognize him, and choked out a few words from his mouth: "Master is exempt from the gift."
After a while of embarrassment.
Empress Dowager Li winked at Zhang Jianxiu. Zhang Jianxiu understood and hurriedly escorted the Empress Dowager out of the study and waited outside the door.
Let the two masters and apprentices be alone with the eunuch Feng Bao.
Separated by a door.
After an uncomfortable silence.
finally.
Long live the Lord's deep voice sounded in the room: "Now that the Tatars have invaded, we have declared a great emergency, but I don't know what the grand master's intention is."
As soon as I said this.
Queen Mother Li and Zhang Jianxiu breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, especially Queen Mother Li. Although she was a woman, she understood in her heart.
This is the Ming Dynasty.
Ten years.
As long as the most unique pair of masters and disciples in the world don't have any disagreements and can sit down and discuss countermeasures calmly, there will be no obstacles that they can't overcome.
Zhang Juzheng's slightly weak voice came again: "Yeah."
As Zhang Jianxiu closed the door, he walked around the back garden with the Queen Mother.
In the study.
However, Zhang Juzheng, with the help of Feng Bao, straightened his stooped body, took the memorial handed over by the emperor, read it carefully, and pondered.
"King Shunyi, King Shunyi..."
Zhang Juzheng murmured to himself and sneered: "This old guy is not willing to be lonely anymore."
The words fell.
Zhang Juzheng said in a low voice: "I will wait for you with pen and ink."
aside.
Feng Bao responded quickly, opened the inkstone on the table, poured some water and started grinding, and then took the initiative to take on the task of recording.
"Grand Master, just say... Let's take note of it."
As Zhang Juzheng spoke eloquently, Zhu Yijun listened attentively, and Feng Bao began to record...
After the emperor took charge, the Ming Trident, which had been stranded for a time, once again played a role in this difficult moment.
