In the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Gaochi issued three urgent orders to the prince and Yang Shiqi, to immediately announce the news of the great victory, release the prisoners in the imperial edict, and restore all honors and official positions of Wang Xian and others.
Although Yang Shiqi was full of praise for this, Zhu Zhanji disagreed and said: "I have done it all, and now I think of apologizing. Isn't it too late?"
"I'm wiping your butt!" Seeing that the prince was still stubborn, Zhu Gaochi became very angry.
"Haha..." Zhu Zhanji could only sneer when he heard this. As a father, he was getting thicker and thicker. But now was not the time to argue, so he suppressed his anger and said: "I'm afraid that others won't accept this! No matter what, we have to do both!"
"I don't care what you do..." Zhu Gaochi closed his eyes tiredly: "Just don't lose the country of your ancestors."
Zhu Zhanji sneered in his heart, it's now this time, but you still want me to be the villain!
After coming out of the Qianqing Palace, Yang Shiqi sighed and said to the livid Zhu Zhanji: "Your Highness, what the emperor said is that at this time, we must each perform our duties, and everything should focus on the country, the country, and the country!"
"I know, I know..." Zhu Zhanji pressed his eyebrows hard and smiled bitterly at Yang Shiqi: "The emperor released me just to be a villain, didn't he?" He gritted his teeth and said, "I will take the blame for this!"
"Your Highness can understand the general situation, which is really a blessing for the country..." Yang Shiqi said softly, but sighed in his heart: 'I'm afraid I have to bear the biggest blame...'
The two of them walked out for a while each with their own thoughts, then sighed together and went their separate ways.
In half a day, the news of Zhen Guogong's great victory and the annihilation of the Tatars and Duoyan tribes had spread throughout the capital. This shows the old ways of Emperor Hongxi. Even if the court hid it, it was still impossible to conceal the victory. If this goes on, Wang Xian's people will definitely spread the news everywhere, which will only make the court more passive.
When they first heard the good news, the people's first reaction was that they didn't believe it. Wang Xian's army was already trapped in a tight siege and had no food, so it had to retreat into the desert. How could it be possible to destroy the Tatars and Duoyan again? Could there be some heavenly soldiers? Will we be unable to help each other?
"It's true! The imperial court has posted Jiejie!" Someone shouted: "Go and see!"
In an instant, the people in the capital all put down their work, no longer drank tea, no longer ate rice, no longer cared about the shop, no longer had to carry their burdens, and rushed towards the nearest notice! It was like telling a terminally ill patient, You are not sick at all, it is just a misdiagnosis. They cannot believe their ears at all and have to verify it with their own eyes!
In front of every notice, there was a sea of people. The people who came later could not squeeze in front of the notice. They could not see the notice at all. They jumped behind anxiously and asked loudly: "What does it say on it? Is it really a great victory?!" "
The people in the front who saw the notice stood there like clay statues. The people in the back were shaken before slowly turning their heads with tears streaming down their faces.
"Scared! Why are you crying?" The people behind were startled, holding on to the person in front tightly, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is it possible that this is not a good news..."
"It's good news. The Duke of Zhenguo has wiped out all the Tatars and has led his army in triumph..." the person in front said, already bursting into tears.
The people at the back felt a big stone fall from their hearts, and what came to their hearts was not ecstasy, but a burst of heart-rending pain, and just like the people in front, they burst into tears...
In front of the notices, there are people everywhere in the capital holding their heads and crying. They are crying with joy, they are feeling sorry for Wang Xian's army, they are the waves of fear after waking up from a nightmare...
The people cried for half an hour before they gradually calmed down and finally got out of the gloom of the past few days, with smiles reappearing on everyone's faces.
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live Master Wang!" The cheers finally came, igniting the long-suppressed passion of the people in the city. Everyone celebrated with joy. As depressing as the atmosphere was in the previous month, there is now as much carnival as possible.
Crazy! People in the capital, regardless of age or gender, all took to the streets. They jumped and shouted loudly through the streets and alleys, eager to spread the news of this epic victory to every corner of the capital.
Many complacent people even shouted such rebellious slogans as: ‘Long live the Duke!’ But who can care about this with the people who have already fallen into carnival? They can only let them have their fun.
The carnival lasted until late at night, but the passion of the people became even stronger. Colorful fireworks filled the sky and crackling firecrackers never stopped since nightfall. They held torches, lanterns, wine jars, and flowers on the streets of the capital.
During the night parade in the alleys to celebrate, the literati and poets wrote countless poems to commemorate this incredible victory, and the brothel singers and prostitutes sang countless songs to praise the Duke of Zhen and his army!
On this night, in the hearts of the people, Wang Xian's martial arts surpassed legendary generals such as Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, and Lan Yu, and even surpassed Emperor Yongle. Only the ancient Wei Qing and Huo Qubing could compare with him.
To be honest, this comparison is very unfair. At least Xu Da and Chang Yuchun are much better than Wang Xian in terms of military exploits and military talents, but just like Lan Yuyuerhai, they can compete with Xu in a single battle.
Like Da and Chang Yuchun, the common people always lack sufficient understanding of those people and things that have become history, but they will be extremely shocked by what has just happened, and then regard the heroes of this era very seriously.
Very high.
And the common people are not completely unreasonable. At least Emperor Yongle went on several Northern Expeditions, each time with hundreds of thousands of troops, which wasted people and money but never settled in one battle. Wang Xian, on the other hand, only led 80,000 troops and went on an expedition for several months, and then swept across the country.
On the grassland, the arrogant Tatars and Duoyan people were wiped out. This military exploit was not only outstanding in this dynasty, but also enough to lead the way in all dynasties!
At this moment, Wang Xian and his army were pushed to the altar by the people. And that was originally a place that only belonged to one person...
It wasn't until the next day of the carnival that the people gradually woke up from the ecstasy. Many people began to realize that although the foreign enemies had been eliminated, the Ming Dynasty's troubles had just begun...
In the restaurant, a group of gentry gathered together to celebrate a great victory and drink, but no one knew who sighed first and said: "Hey, the court is in big trouble now..."
"Yes..." When the gentry heard this, they were convinced. They were a little gloating about the misfortune, but also worried: "Even if someone has to bear the responsibility for the defeat, why can't we wait until the news is accurate before telling us."
"It's good now. We evacuated and arrested all, but the real owner has returned in triumph. How can the people in the imperial court tell the government of Zhenguo?"
"Didn't the imperial court release the people and reinstate them to their posts?" There were also simple-minded people who said indifferently: "Everyone thought they were dead at that time. Although the imperial court's reaction was a bit extreme, the Duke of Zhenguo could still do it.
Can't you hold on and hold on?"
"Hmph! Don't talk about the Duke of Zhen, even I can't swallow this breath!" Someone heard this and said angrily: "Oh, I led the army through life and death on the grassland, and just when some bad news came, you came back and
All my family members were arrested, sent to prison and tortured, and no one would be able to bear it!"
"Yes, this matter can't be settled like this..." the leader of the old man said with a worried look on his face: "Although the people have been released, how many people have died and how many have been disabled, it is impossible for the Duke of Zhen and his subordinates not to demand compensation.
Get justice for this?!"
"Then..." Everyone looked nervous and said, "How will it end?"
"Who knows." The old man shook his head and sighed: "I hope both parties can put the overall situation first and not get into trouble..."
"Probably not. As long as the court stops messing around, can Duke Zhen still rebel?" someone blurted out.
Hearing the word 'rebellion', everyone at the wine table fell into silence. When they thought of the uproar caused by Zhen Guogong in the last years of Yongle, they were frightened. He was a man who would avenge his revenge. Even the king of heaven would dare to kill him.
Lord of Hell!
Worry about the situation gradually replaced the atmosphere of celebration, and the people began to worry about what the Duke of Zhen would do?
But what is very different from the one-sided crusade against Wang Xian in previous years is that this time the attitude of the people in the capital is very ambiguous. Although many people believe that Wang Xian cannot challenge the court no matter what, there are also many people who are arguing for
Wang Xian cried out, thinking that the court's treatment of meritorious officials was really chilling. Even if Wang Xian challenged him, it was reasonable.
Unknowingly, people's hearts no longer only belong to the Zhu family... But no matter what, no one wants to see the court fall into civil strife, and Wang Xian and the emperor fight each other. After all, when gods fight, the people will always suffer...
Thousands of miles away in Dawangcheng, equally worried were the two imperial envoys sent by the imperial court to Hetao.
One of the two imperial envoys was Zheng Heng, the Marquis of Wu'an, and Qian Yu, the right minister of the Ministry of War. They were ordered to lead an army of 50,000 to Hetao a month ago to reinforce Dawang City... At that time, everyone thought that Wang Xian's entire army had been wiped out, and the Tatars must join hands with Duoyan.
When the people came back, it was very necessary for the imperial court to send reinforcements.
But before they set off, the two of them were given instructions by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Chief Assistant. They knew that their trip was basically to sell dogs on sheep's heads. The purpose was not to defend against the Tartars, but to deal with Wang Xian's army left in the King's City and to monitor at the same time.
Peace with the eldest princess Baoyin to prevent her from colluding with the remnants of Wang Xian and doing anything detrimental to the Ming Dynasty.
When the two imperial envoys set out, they had already expected that the mission would be very arduous, but they did not expect that the actual situation would be worse than expected. They immediately dismissed Wu Wei and other Wang Xian's best friends from their posts and waited for someone to be sent there.
When they took over their army, they encountered fierce resistance.
According to the original intention of the two men, they had to take down the ten thousand cavalry in the city even if they used force! However, Baoyin came forward and refused to allow them to fight in the King's City. When the two imperial envoys saw that the defenders in the city treated Baoyin like a god,
In order to avoid unpredictable consequences, we could only temporarily evacuate the city.
Unexpectedly, that night, Wu Wei and others quietly left the city from the north gate with the ten thousand cavalry and disappeared into the vast grassland.