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Chapter Eleven

 The entire Cunxin Hall is brightly lit, with a large number of braziers burning brightly, and is filled with a different kind of warmth.

Feng Xianzong's face turned red, and he stood out under the firelight. His eyes were like swords, bursting out with sparks of determination. He said categorically:

"Li Zicheng will definitely attack Hanzhong Prefecture and wait for an opportunity to enter Sichuan."

Zhao Shu frowned and looked at the young man appreciatively, somewhat agreeing with his idea.

At first, he was very dissatisfied with such a young man suddenly ascending to a high position. Even if he was the deputy director, it was not something that a young man who had met a few times could be.

Even if you buy a horse for a thousand dollars, it is too much.

But for the next period of time, he remained taciturn and hit the key points several times when he spoke. It was obvious that he was full of talent.

Today, speaking out one's thoughts so decisively and confidently is living up to one's duty.

Zhu Yixi's eyes also showed appreciation. This person has been in the Staff Department for many months, and it can be said that he has become a blockbuster!

The rest of the people were silent. It was better to speak cautiously about things like war.

"Hanzhong Mansion!" Zhu Yixi murmured and said in a deep voice: "Zeng Ying has five thousand people at Dashan Pass. The attack may not be enough, but the defense is more than enough."

"It's just that the Immortal Pass is not as dangerous as it is, so I'm afraid there might be some trouble."

In this regard, King Yu had a plan in mind, and it was nothing more than sending manpower from Hanzhong Mansion to support.

"Don't let the enemy lead you by the nose!"

King Yu said decisively, his sword eyebrows raised, his starry eyes flashing with a piercing light: "If you defend it for a long time, you will lose it. There is no castle in the world that cannot be breached."

"Since Li Zicheng wants to take Hanzhong, let him do it, and we will do it ourselves."

These words instantly surprised everyone.

"Your Highness, be careful!" Zhang Shenyan was really afraid of the Ming army's combat effectiveness, and immediately said with a look of anxiety on his face.

"Hahaha, Zuo Shi, don't underestimate the intruders. It's not that the intruders are too strong, but that the officers and soldiers are too weak."

Zhu Yixi laughed and said, the sound echoed throughout the palace, and the burning candles could not help but shake, which was quite shocking.

"Since last year, the intruders first lost Beijing, and then were chased for thousands of miles, and were defeated again in Luoyang. Their energy and spirit have been lost. Now they are at the end of their strength. Although they have a big frame, their pockets are empty."

Sun Changzhou spoke at this time and added: "According to the information gathered by my subordinates, Li Zicheng has been training troops and horses to fill the Chinese army these days, and is exploiting the people even more.

There are even rumors among the people that when King Chuang comes, it would be worse than the imperial court..."

These words were so outrageous that Zhang Shenyan even turned a little red with embarrassment.

"The trespassers have lost the support of the people."

Zhao Shu clapped his hands and applauded: "As far as I know, the reason why the robbery is so wanton is to use slogans to confuse people's hearts. Now it's time to collapse."

Others are optimistic about this, but Zhu Yixi knows clearly that Li Zicheng's foundation has never been the people, but the army.

In the past, he plundered wealthy families, and now he collects taxes to support the army. As long as the army is not in chaos, his foundation will naturally not be in chaos.

Of course, even if the taxes collected by Li Zicheng were not high, breaking the trust of the people would have worse consequences, which would be even more serious than crippling the people.

"Secretary of Military and Political Affairs, we will transport grain and grass to Nanyang from now on, reserve military grain, recruit civilians, etc. We must make arrangements-"

"I will obey the king's order!"

King Yu's face straightened up, and Zhao Shu immediately cooperated with him. He acted smoothly, and he seemed to be getting along well with his ministers.

Yan Chongxin on the side was so envious that he almost drooled with envy.

What a trust this is!

Next, as expected by Yan Chongxin, they had almost no chance to intervene in all important military matters.

Even Feng Xianzong of the General Staff Department could only act as a foil, responding and making suggestions from time to time.

Obviously, Feng Xianzong's voice at this time was somewhat heavier in the entire shogunate, instead of just handling chores like before.

My status is all rising, but I am afraid it will be bad if I leave Xiangyang for half a year!

At this time, he looked sideways and saw that Zhang Shenyan, who had taken charge of the supervisory function, appeared to be more mature and prudent. He had the important task of acting as a ballast in the entire shogunate.

And Yan Chongxin is certainly not that superficial.

What did Zhang Shenyan say? He was also the former Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs and a high-ranking member of the Donglin Party. His connections were all over Southern Zhili.

Once King Yu takes control of Nanjing, Zhang Shenyan's importance will rise straight up, and it will be easy to surpass him.

Thinking of this, Yan Chongxin felt extremely disappointed. He was afraid of comparison in everything. He immediately put away the pride in his heart and returned to a mediocre state.

Unknowingly, nearly half of the candles in the palace were burned out and the brazier was replaced, so the conversation between King Yu and Prince Yu came to an end.

In summary, the strategy has been decided.

The King of Yu personally led the expedition, took command in Nanyang, and led almost all the troops to the north.

As usual, Zhao Shu was responsible for sitting in Xiangyang. In addition to Feng Xianzong accompanying him, Yan Chongxin and Zhang Shenyan also sat in Xiangyang to assist Zhao Shu in handling political affairs.

After the show ended, the sun set in the west, and flaming clouds took up half of the sky, with all kinds of strange shapes.

Yan Chongxin looked up and sighed: "The situation in the world is like these clouds, unpredictable."

Hearing this, Zhao Shu couldn't help but smile and said: "When the sun sets, the rising sun will usher in. Without the setting sun, how can we usher in new life?"

These words are rich in meaning, and everyone is thinking about it.

Zhang Shenyan's heart skipped a beat and his pace quickened a bit.

When I returned to the house, there were already only two or three guests.

In the living room, the three of them were chatting happily.

He was a man of elegance and fine features, but he was also very talkative and had no scruples. He said loudly:

"The King of Yu has been in Huguang for a long time, and the people have surrendered. In another year and a half, no one will know that there is a holy emperor in Nanjing."

"After all, King Yu is also a member of the royal family, so being so unscrupulous is not a blessing to the court."

Another middle-aged man with a medium build and a slightly plump figure just shook his head and nodded from time to time, stroking his beard, as if he understood or didn't understand, and acted as a listener.

On the other side, a young man who was as martial as a scholar sighed the same way, but answered the question incorrectly:

"Single-handedly, in just two or three years, the King of Yu went from a lonely clan to a clan king guarding a province. It is wonderful, bizarre and rarely seen in the world."

"Ahem——"

After listening for a while, Zhang Shenyan was afraid that they were going out of line, so he could only cough and walk out slowly.

"Sir!" "Zhang Butang."

They all have different names, but their attitudes are particularly respectful.

Whether it is character or ability, they all admire him greatly.

The elegant and talkative young people and the silent middle-aged people are all his students.

Another tall scholar came from the Nanjing Imperial College.

"Zheng Sen?"

Zhang Shenyan looked at this face and finally recalled, wasn't this the student Qian Qianyi accepted last year?

"Students exactly!"


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