The 40th time Wang Shirong made a mutiny in Shaanxi, and the imperial envoy Chang'an was accepted
Although Ma Bao blocked the Yunnan-Guizhou border, Wang Shirong still traveled day and night from Sichuan to Shaanxi the next day. Because of the urgency, he did not take anyone with him, so he rode Wu Sangui's healthy mule, which could travel 800 miles a day, and sneaked into Xi'an.
After the city, I walked around in front of the Admiral's Mansion and saw a group of captains shouting and busy planting stakes, tying cypress branches, tying ribbons, and setting up lanterns. No one paid any attention to him, so I turned back.
He was deciding whether to go to pay a visit first, or to meet Zhang Jianxun, Wang Pingfan, Ma Yigun or Gong Rongyu to find out the reality of this place. With them busy building colorful gates like this, there must be imperial envoys arriving within the day.
, but I don’t know who the imperial court will send to Shaanxi.
"Shirong!" Suddenly someone called him from behind, and then put a hand on his shoulder, "Tie chicken feathers on the flagpole - you are so courageous!"
Wang Shirong was startled. When he looked back, it was Zhang Jianxun who was escorting a group of soldiers and carrying more than a dozen boxes and cages. He just came out of the east door of the Admiral's Mansion and said with a smile: "It's you, my dear brother? What's so brave about this?"
What's the harm?" Zhang Jianxun laughed and said: "You are just holding on to that handle, don't be too rash, I am not much stupider than you! Those who know the truth, this
I'm afraid I won't even be able to find the bones!" Wang Shirong had already thought of this, and just smiled slightly and said: "That's not the only thing he has. He has been friends with King Pingxi for decades. Besides,
, with you and Lao Ma here, what should I be afraid of?"
"Well done," Zhang Jianxun quickly ordered the captain, "carry the things to the post house and give them to General Wang Shen for placement - be careful not to touch them, they are all jade!" He pulled Wang Shirong aside and said: "
Wang Junmen is about to express his feelings to the imperial envoys. Although you are not afraid of death, why bother filling it as stuffing? Come to my camp. Rest for a few days, and I will send you back to Yunnan safely!"
Zhang Jianxun's 30,000 horses are stationed in the north of Xi'an City. Since he has been granted the title of Dudu, his rank is the same as *, and he has his own stable in the city. The two of them do not ride, but share a pair of Zhang Jianxun's green woolen hats.
Eight-carriage sedan chair.
"General Zhang," Wang Shirong coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of bloody sputum, and said with a startled smile, "I haven't had much sleep these days, and my habit of vomiting red has happened again - do you know the reason why I'm here?
"Zhang Jianxun was sitting opposite Wang Shirong. As the sedan chair rose and fell rhythmically, his eyes flickered and he smiled and said: "Although your nickname is Xiao Zhang Liang, I am not stupid. If you just come to Xi'an,
Visiting Huaqing, climbing Huashan, paying homage to Tang Tombs, eating mutton steamed buns, and knife-cut noodles, how can I advise you to leave this place? - You are my benefactor!" Back then, under the command of King Pingxi, Zhang Jianxun got drunk and ran away.
He went to Chen Yuanyuan to do anything, but Wang Shirong quoted an allusion from the Spring and Autumn Period "Jueying Hui" to plead for his mercy and was saved from death. Therefore, Wang Shirong was regarded as his benefactor. At that moment, Wang Shirong only smiled lightly and said: "Benefactors are not benefactors."
There’s no need to mention it again. This time I came to Xi’an to save you again. To be virtuous is to be unworthy of a gentleman!”
Zhang Jianxun fully understood the meaning of "rescue again", but... Zhang Jianxun closed his eyes slightly, stroked his newly shaved head with his hand, and sighed sadly: "The imperial envoy will arrive in Xi'an in three days - you know
What? Although Sun Yanling rebelled, the emperor has specially ordered Fu Honglie to be the governor of Guangxi, with full power to suppress chaos. Mang Yitu has led 30,000 green battalion troops to garrison in Guangxi. Shang Kexi is promoted to prince, Shang Zhixin is appointed as the general to fight against the invaders, and Wu Sangui has nothing to do with it.
If there is no movement, Sun Yanling and others will commit crimes and resist the overall situation with one corner. How long can it last?"
"Kangxi's hands and feet are so fast!" Wang Shirong's eyes flashed, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly giggled.
"why are you laughing?"
"I laugh at you, who has been in the military for thirty years and has no plans for success!" Wang Shirong leaned on the horizontal board of the sedan and said word by word: "Fu Honglie and I have been friends for eight times, and no one knows him better than me.
Wenzhi is an expert, and fighting is impossible! Counting on Shang Zhixin, Jin Guangzu's crusade against Sun Yanling is not seeking the skin of a tiger - they are birds in the same nest! The reason why Wu Sangui has not done anything yet is because the deployment of the troops in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces has not been completed, and the deployment
That’s why I, Wang Shirong, came to Shaanxi! Zhang Junmen, if the world is not in chaos and the war is over within two months, my benefactor’s head will be given to you so that you can be promoted to a higher position!”
"That Mang Yitu..."
"The Wu and Shang armies are no less than 700,000, and the 30,000 sergeants want to save the situation in Guangxi. Even if Wu Qi is reincarnated, he will not be able to do anything!" Wang Shirong smiled slightly and looked at the street scene outside the sedan window. He suddenly changed his tone and asked again: "After talking for a long time,
Who is the imperial envoy who came to Shaanxi?"
"It's Moro..."
"It's a waste of fame, but great ambition and talent!" Wang Shirong said with a smile, "This is the court's good vision!"
"Fei Yanggu was sent to Fengtian to supervise the army. The only one who is familiar with Pingliang is Moro Luo." Zhang Jianxun pondered Wang Shirong's words, and suddenly his heart moved, "This shows that the situation is urgent. The imperial court knew that Moro Luo was at odds with *, but still still
I sent him here, it seems that Shirong didn't tell lies!" Just as he was about to speak, Wang Shirong's face flushed with excitement, he crossed his palms and clasped them together violently, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, if you only care about eking out a living, what can I say?
I won’t say any more. If you are determined to restore the Ming Dynasty, be famous forever, and be a fierce husband, it depends on how you deal with this stupid Moro!"
Zhang Jianxun was silent for a long time, and then said: "This matter is of great importance. Let me think about it carefully. It is easy to get into trouble and difficult to end!"
It had been three days since Moro arrived in Xi'an. As Minister of Economic Affairs and Strategy, he was fully responsible for the military affairs of the West Route. He did not agree with Kangxi's repeated instructions before leaving, "Don't cause trouble and manage personnel well." He also knew that the troops stationed in Inner Mongolia
Fei Yanggu, who had been living in Fengtian for many years, could not get out of his job, so Emperor Kangxi reluctantly appointed him to Shaanxi, so he felt faintly unhappy about it. Since arriving in Shaanxi in the 17th year of Shunzhi, he had been operating here for ten years, and everything in Xi'an was
Even the hawkers selling dandan noodles in Gulou Street knew him, and the singers in the Shijia Memorial Archway teahouse still sang the story of how he defeated the seventy-two "Gods" in Xi'an when he first entered Xi'an. Kangxi said
This is a dangerous place. Where is the danger? During the day, the crowds on the streets are still bustling. At night, the streets are full of people, and the lights are still lively. The gongs and drums of the grand theater ring until the middle of the night... "No matter how wise the master is, he is not a god after all.
!”
On the fourth day, Moro and * traveled to the Qin Mausoleum together. On the way back, they saw the sunset over the mountains, and the crows circling around the shrine. Moro watched the sunset for a while on his horse, and suddenly said: "Second minister, you can lead the army well."
What?"
"Huh?"* woke up from his deep thoughts, sighed slightly and said, "Fortunately, they are all my subordinates for many years."
"I've been thinking about one thing these past few days," Moro said. "If I don't say it, it's like my bones are stuck in my throat; if I tell it, I'm afraid you'll get suspicious."* He reined in the horse suddenly and stared at Moro.
Say a word. Moro said with a smile: "Don't look at me like this. I have thought through the things in the world these years and have seen everything. The arrogance of the early years no longer exists. I just want to talk to you heart to heart."
"
*Hearing how sincere he was, he pointed with the tip of his whip at the stone boat in front of him that was coated with a layer of golden red by the setting sun and said: "Your Excellency, you want to talk to me privately. It would be inconvenient to return to the city. Let's take a rest there for a while."
How?" Moro nodded with a smile, rode over, ordered his entourage to wait on the spot, and caught up with him. The two sat down on a stone strip washed clean by the rain in front of the boat.
"Sun Yanling has rebelled." Moro said abruptly, "Don't be surprised - what's even more worrying is that Shang Zhixin and his son have also made changes. The imperial envoy sent to Wu Sangui has been there for more than two months, but there is no news at all! It seems that there is no news at all!
, the three feudal lords are going to cause chaos, and big changes are about to begin!"
Although* had been speculating for many days, once he heard the real news, his heart was still pounding, and his voice was trembling when he spoke: "So, the emperor sent you here because he is afraid that I will follow you.
Inverted?"
"The Emperor is not afraid of your rebellion. When he was leaving, the Emperor stroked the silver spear with a leopard tail and said, 'You have no doubts about his intentions. We will spend the hard times with him!'" Morrow bowed, "But your subordinates, you
Can you guarantee that you won’t fight back?”
It was Li Zicheng's subordinates who surrendered as a last resort..." Moruo pondered for a moment and said: "Ma Yigun may not be reliable. Isn't he also a member of Zhang Xianzhong? They don't know what's going on in San Francisco now. Once the news spreads,
, it’s hard to tell these people!”
"What do you think we should do?" * pressed his knees with one hand and leaned forward and asked.
Moro sighed deeply and said: "I'm afraid that this is what makes you suspicious. These people are gathered in Xi'an. Once there is a change, you will either follow one of them to rebel, or you will be killed or your family will be killed! So the first step I want to take is Zhang Jianxun.
He Ma Yigun moved two units away from Xi'an, one to the north and the other to the west, making it difficult for him to connect with the three vassals, and he would not be able to rebel if he remained alone!"
"What's the point? OK!"* said, "What's the second step?"
"Replacement general!"
* was speechless. The transfer of people was still under his control and it was safe and feasible. Why bother to change people again? Moro seemed to have guessed his mind and said with a smile: "Of course the general will not move, but the guerrilla general Qian
They must all be replaced by your people!" * Raised his head suddenly and asked in surprise: "My people, where did I get so many people?"
"I came here this time with two hundred coated slaves, all of whom will be transferred to you." Moro said, pulling out a piece of paper from the page of his boot, "You are already a member of the Han Army's Zhenghong Banner, and you have
Wouldn't it be better to have a few slaves? If you accept this deed of transfer, you will be their banner master, with the power of life and death. Wouldn't it be easier to lead this soldier? With such people serving as officials below, you can
Doesn’t this admiral sit more firmly than he does now?”
"Lord Mo!"
The king is still his slave! For a moment, he felt that the past disagreements with Moruo were all based on a villain's taste for judging a gentleman. No wonder the people of Xi'an called him "Mo Qingtian"...
On the afternoon of the second day, * gathered all the generals at the Admiral's Mansion and read out the order of General Moro Luo, the Imperial Envoy's Minister of Economic Affairs and Strategy for the West Road: Ordering Zhang Jianxun's troops to move to Baoji, and Ma Yigun to lead his troops to defend Yangjialing to prevent Tuxietu, Zhasak and Chechnya.
Internal strife and war spread to Shaanxi.
"That's it," * finished the arrangement, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Brother Pingfan's troops are staying at the original station and are preparing to be transferred to Longnan. Only Gong Rongyu, the leader of the Chinese army, is left here to guard Xi'an. Our brothers
Let's break up for now. When the north is peaceful, we should go back to serving wine!" * said, seeing Zhang Jianxun sitting motionless with a livid face, he hurriedly asked: "Brother Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
"I -" Zhang Jianxun changed his smile and said, "It's nothing. I will be traveling for a long time, so I feel a little nostalgic for the prosperous Chang'an." After that, he stood up and greeted: "Old Ma, Old Wang, don't be so gloomy. It's been a year and a half.
Let’s meet again—come on, come on, take a seat, take a seat!” When no one was paying attention, Zhang Jianxun waved to a school captain, whispered a few words, then calmly sat down at the table, and struck a stick with the horse, while Wang Pingfan shouted and drank.
mora.
After three rounds of drinking, the cups and plates were in a mess. Suddenly, the city gate leader Gong Rongyu came in hurriedly, wearing a military uniform and a sword. He whispered a few words to the police and stepped back. The generals in the hall didn't know what had happened, and they all looked at each other in bewilderment.
With.
"There is such a thing!"* His eyes were like lightning, he glanced at the generals and asked sharply: "Whose soldiers entered the city?"
No one answered. At this time, the hall was so quiet that you could hear the sound of a pin dropping. Because of the silence, the noise from outside the camp door had been faintly heard. He was anxious and hurried to the case. He pulled out a command arrow and ordered.
: "Rongyu, go out with this arrow and pass on my general's order. Tell all the soldiers to return to camp and wait for the general's order!"
"It's no use!" Zhang Jianxun half-leaned on his chair, crossing his legs and said, "This is a mutiny launched by brothers!"
"Mutiny!"* was shocked. He looked at the generals in the hall with some confusion, as if they had suddenly become strangers. His head and hands were shaking violently, and he asked foolishly, "Why?"
Zhang Jianxun put down his legs, picked up a glass of wine, shook it, drank it, and said with a smile: "Junmen, because I still want to live! My 30,000 cavalry have just entered the city. At this time, I'm afraid that some bird imperial envoy
Everyone’s head is already on the ground!”
"Ah!"* His legs went weak and he fell back. The leopard-tailed silver gun leaning on the edge of the chair fell to the side with a "clang". He was anxious, surprised, angry and scared, and asked in silence.
Said: "Who asked you to do it?"
"I!"
Wang Shirong floated in with a jade flute in his hand and a sword on his back, stood in the hall, raised his head and said: "I have been here for many days by the order of King Ping Xi. In order to save the general from being infamy for a century, I need to restore my Han family's crown and clothes, and advocate for righteousness."
, raise the heavenly troops to attack the ugly prisoners of Kangxi together!"
"Take this man down!"* shouted.
"Cha!" the Chinese military academies roared.
"Who dares!" Zhang Jianxun stood up with a "pop" sound, "My soldiers have already entered the street!" At this time, a flood of shouts could be heard outside the camp gate, and more than a thousand soldiers had already left the camp gate to guard the area.
Weapons swarmed in. Zhang Jianxun stood up slowly, walked to the door and waved his hand, which immediately became silent. Then he turned around and said with a smile: "I didn't report it to the army beforehand, so I forgive you for being rude. Don't worry, Admiral, I will never do any harm to you."
I just ask the admiral to raise the flag of righteousness high and lead us brothers to create great achievements together!"
* He wanted to cry without tears, but he didn't expect that things would turn out like this. He looked around and saw that Ma Yigu was chewing and drinking as if there was no one around. Wang Pingfan had an excited look on his face and rubbed his hands repeatedly. He knew that he could no longer count on these people.
With a long sigh, he picked up the gun from the ground and stabbed it into his throat...
"Slow down!" Wang Shirong knew very well that as soon as this man died, the Hanzhong army would be leaderless and would immediately start fighting among themselves. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm firmly, "General, don't do this. Let's take a long-term plan!" Gong Rongyu also took a step forward and seized the opportunity.
After passing the gun in *'s hand, he said: "Junmen must not commit suicide!" Ma Yistick threw the bones in his hands to the ground, picked up the tablecloth and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said: "Old Zhang, you are too damned
Don't be loyal! Why didn't you tell me about such a good thing first? I'll follow suit!" Wang Pingfan also smiled and said: "You Wang Shirong is really capable. You can make big thunder in the blue sky in broad daylight. What a great job!"
"You guys do it, you guys do it!" * covered his face, tears streaming from his fingers, "I will take the blame to the court myself!"
"You can't afford it!" Wang Shirong changed his smile. When he saw the sergeants coming in with a big plate, he said, "Admiral, please take a look, what is this?" He said, and gently lifted it up.
The red cloth covering it.
A human head. A bloody human head, with braids coiled in a pool of blood around the head. * stared at it as if in a nightmare; no doubt, it belonged to the imperial minister Morrow, who had been talking to him yesterday evening.
His lips trembled slightly, his face was ashen and ugly, he slumped in the chair, stared straight into his eyes and murmured: "It's him...it's him..."
"By the way, it's him." Wang Shirong covered him with red cloth again, frowned and paced, and said slowly, "This man has always been famous and has a reputation as an upright official, so the people of Xi'an respect him very much. But.
Where did he get his good reputation? In the sixth year of Kangxi, he withheld 200,000 yuan from the general's military salary and used it to help the victims. The people gave him 100,000 civilian umbrellas for this purpose. The general's 30,000 soldiers hid in the cold because they had no winter clothes.
Trembling in the tent; he hooked up with Xi'an General Varger and tried to transfer all the general's troops to the Yikezhao League north of the Great Wall. Fortunately, the general found the way to the Great Scholar Pearl, and his plot failed.
Is what I said true? This time he came and wanted to divide the armies and leave the general empty-handed. He also wanted to replace all the guerrilla generals under the general, leaving the general empty - don't be stunned, he transferred it to you.
The coated slaves - that's a piece of paper! Where have you heard that Han people can also be banner masters? If you believe such lies, wouldn't it be a waste of the Tang Dynasty?"
These words were well-founded, and* slowly raised his blurry tearful eyes.
"Oh, it's so interesting!" Wang Shirong sighed, "Friends and enemies in the world, you and I are so destined! Kangxi gave the gun and hoped to buy your loyalty without spending any money; you are the King of Pingxi.
A confidant general became the leader of Qin and Yue just because of a little trivial matter; Moro was a loyal minister of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he had a lot of enmity with you in the past, but you cried out for him; if I had not escaped last time, I would have been killed by you.
The ghost; and now we are gathering in Zulong, the birthplace of the great ancestor, you, me, heroes and peaceful kings of the West, to work together for the great cause, isn't this the will of God? It is contrary to heaven and ominous!"
"God's will...is against the will of heaven?"
Can’t live up to Long Live!”
The generals looked at each other in confusion, and Wang Pingfan rushed to call for a doctor to diagnose him. But Wang Shirong stopped and said: "He is suffering from the eldest young master's disease. The eldest young master Wang Jizhen is in Beijing!"
* Jaw-dropped, he stared at Wang Shirong in a daze. He didn't know whether this person was a fairy or a demon. How could he know everything so well?
"It's useless to be anxious at this time." Wang Shirong said, "I don't expect the court to make things difficult for Brother Ji Zhen. Isn't Wu Yingxiong also in Beijing? Let's see, he doesn't dare to offend you!"
"Why?"* blurted out without thinking.
Wang Shirong tightened his mouth and did not answer. He was really worried that Kangxi would not kill Wang Jizhen, which would make this half-hearted treasure even more confused.
Zhang Jianxun ordered people to help him back to the back office, and said to Wang Shirong: "The cannon has been fired, you can't just let it go!"
"Of course!" Wang Shirong smiled and said, "I have to help you sort things out, but I still have to go back and recover." He was planning Fu Honglie's affairs again. (To be continued)
