The news that Zhao Ran led an army to attack the city blew into the city like a strong wind, stirring up waves and stirring up countless waves. Prince Yu's Mansion, which had been silent for several months, suddenly became bustling with people this night, and everything changed.
It came so suddenly, and everyone in Prince Yu's palace was caught off guard.
Feng Bangning and several stewards in the palace were bored, playing leaf cards to kill time. Now the King of Qi is clearly plotting to usurp the throne, but he doesn't know which day, maybe early tomorrow morning, a wolf-like and tiger-like Jin Yiwei will break in.
Enter the palace, seal it up, and dismiss or imprison the servants.
After playing a card and looking at the stewards opposite him, Feng Bangning sighed secretly. Although they were all stewards, the lives of these people across from him were not in danger, and it was hard to say that he was such a close confidant.
After King Qi ascends the throne, will he spare Prince Yu? Will he eradicate the problem? Will he and his uncle Feng Bao accompany His Royal Highness Prince Yu with a glass of poisonous wine and a piece of white silk? These are all things that are difficult to say clearly.
While he was lost in thought, a servant ran in and called Feng Bangning to the prince's study, saying that Feng Bao was looking for him in an emergency. Feng Bangning's heart suddenly sank, and he didn't know how he got up. He arrived at the study in the south courtyard in a daze.
Feng Bao told him: "Change your clothes and wait outside the door."
Feng Bangning asked in a trembling voice: "Is it the Jin Yiwei?"
Feng Baoqi said: "What are the Jin Yiwei coming for? Hmm... it's also possible. If Jin Yiwei comes... arrange for them to enter the house first."
Feng Bangning: "Ah?"
Feng Bao kicked him on the butt and laughed: "Ah what? Go quickly! Abbot Zhao has led the army to fight back!"
When Feng Bangning heard this, he suddenly fell into a dream. He came to the door of the palace in a daze, suddenly jumped three feet high, and laughed at the servant beside him: "My good fortune has turned out!"
The servant joked: "Congratulations to the steward. I am not knowledgeable. I just heard from the scholar that the steward should be regarded as a minister of the dragon, right?"
Feng Bangning laughed again and threw two taels of silver at him: "What you said is considered knowledgeable, reward me!"
After joking for a while, Feng Bangning looked expectantly at the intersection in front of Wangfu Street. Who would be the first to come over to see him?
Soon, the first small sedan came out of the street and stopped outside the door. The curtain of the sedan was opened, and a middle-aged scholar came down and handed over a notice: "I wish to see you, Zhang Cong, Prime Minister of the Imperial Academy.
Wang Qiansui."
Seeing that it was Zhang Cong, Feng Bangning slowly withdrew his smiling face, coughed dryly, and said: "Unfortunately, the prince is meeting guests in the mansion today. Mr. Zhang, please come back."
Zhang Cong stepped forward, clasped his hands, stuffed the silver ingot, and said with a smile, "I don't dare to be called 'adult'. Brother Feng, just call me Mao Gong."
Feng Bangning quickly pulled his hand back, threw the money back, and sneered: "How dare you do this? Don't hurt the villain."
Zhang Cong's face was extremely embarrassed. He stood there for a moment and was about to continue begging when a carriage drove by. Zhang Cong quickly stepped aside and saw that the person coming was Mr. Zheng, the young minister of Dali Temple.
Feng Bangning welcomed Mr. Zheng into the palace with a smile on his face. Zhang Cong took two steps to follow him, but was blocked by the servants of the palace. His face was lost. But he still refused to leave and just stood in the palace.
Waiting outside.
The two servants of the palace waiting at the door were still sarcastic: "Didn't he take the lead in writing a letter to establish Prince Jing as the crown prince? The memorial also said how our King Yu is a thousand years old. Now it's good to be the first one to come and knock on the door wall.
Already."
"That's right. People's hearts are fickle. It's really touching."
"You said that when he submitted the letter that day, he was so harsh in his words. Didn't he know how to leave some room for it?"
"Who would have expected that it would be Hedong in thirty years and Hexi in thirty years, haha..."
Zhang Cong blushed and wanted to leave several times, but finally held back.
There was an endless stream of officials who came to the palace to pay a visit. This time, unlike the past, almost everyone who heard the news arrived. Zhang Yongming, the censor of Zuodu, Fang Zan, the minister of punishment, and other neutral figures came to visit one after another. Even those who were originally biased towards King Jing arrived.
Yuan Wei, the bachelor of the Hanlin Academy, also came to visit.
Although Yuan Wei supported King Jing, he did not go too far towards Zhang Cong and never said anything, so it was easy to change his mind. He saw an expectant Zhang Cong at the door, nodded to him, and then
He shook his head and sighed softly. He was now in the stage of turning around, and it was difficult for him to guarantee himself. It was no longer easy to be able to speak in the mansion, so how could he help?
This is the tragedy of little people like Zhang Cong. During a big dispute, Yuan Wei and his like can attract enough attention with some biased words and actions, while petty officials like Zhang Cong and others must surrender their entire wealth.
If you all bet on it, maybe you can stir up a small wave.
Another example is Yang Shen. Although his rank is higher than Zhang Cong, in terms of real power, he is not even better than Zhang Cong. He also staked all his wealth. In the past two months, he was as embarrassed as Zhang Cong now.
But once you win the bet, you can fly high, just like today.
Today, Yang Shen was giving a eloquent speech at Prince Yu's Mansion. As a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy, he sat among a group of ministers, ministers, envoys and officials, giving advice and analyzing the current situation. His speech made a group of important ministers nod their heads frequently. Why?
?Because he had bet all his fortune on King Yu, no, maybe it should be said on Zhao Zhiran.
Everyone knows that Bachelor Yang, who has been languishing in the Hanlin Academy for more than 20 years, will rise to prominence in a few days. A bachelor who served as a lecturer in the Hanlin Academy can go to a province to participate in politics in one step. He is so simple in the "Emperor's Heart"
The characters in the story can be promoted to the position of chief envoy within three years. In a few years, they can become ministers and ministers easily. Being in the cabinet and serving in the palace is not a dream!
What Yang Shen is talking about now is the military affairs in the North. As usual, after King Yu becomes the crown prince, he will go to the north of Zhili to govern. Yang Shen is already impatient to follow him and escape from the cage that has trapped him for more than 20 years.
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This group of civil servants accompanied King Yu, while Feng Bao was meeting with several commanders of the Beijing camp. These commanders were responsible for the defense of Taipingmen, Chaoyangmen, Tongjimen, Zhengyangmen and other places.
Zhu Xianjian took his most trusted battalion leaders to the city wall in the northwest of the capital, preparing to block the army brought by Zhao Ran. The gates in the east and south of the city were naturally handed over to the less ""
A few elite battalions, such as the four battalions on the right outpost of the Fifth Army Infantry Battalion.
What is not so "elite" is, of course, non-core direct lineage. Originally, the commanders of these four battalions were envious of the infantry Zuo Ye and the 3,000 Battalion Zhongsi. Now the situation has changed. In just a few days, they have begun to rejoice.
I have a non-elite background.
When the discussion reached the end, Feng Baodao said: "We don't want you to write any oaths. Those things are of little use to those who are not practitioners. We just want to remind you what to do to save your head at the critical moment. You must have an