Fourth update, today’s first order data is 66... Can anyone tell me what the level of this first order is?
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Wan Yuanji came in. He was Yang Sichang's most capable adviser and the person who best understood his difficulties. Yang Sichang urgently needed to listen to his opinion at this difficult time. Yang Sichang nodded and gave up his seat, deliberately showing a calm smile.
Wan Yuanji also looked pale. After sitting down, he looked at the governor's expression and leaned forward and asked, "Sir, you are not feeling well. Can you order a doctor to come in and take a look?"
Yang Sichang smiled and shook his head and said: "I occasionally feel cold, but there is nothing wrong with it. Just take a few pills at night and it will be fine." He wanted to talk to Wan Yuanji about the Xiangyang issue, but when he saw a document in Yuanji's hand, he asked:
"What paperwork are you holding?"
Wan Yuanji replied nervously: "It's an urgent document from Li Xianfeng, the governor of Henan, reporting the fall of Luoyang and the murder of King Fu. Because your Excellency hasn't gotten up just now, I humbly read it first."
Yang Sichang's fingers trembled as he took the document and asked: "Luoyang really...?"
Wan Yuanji said: "Yes. Li Xianfeng's document report is very detailed."
Yang Sichang trembled all over and hurriedly read the document. Unable to hold on any longer, he burst into tears without caring about the dignity and decency of his supervisor and assistant ministers.
Wan Yuanji hurriedly tried to persuade him. The servants ran out to tell the eldest son Yang Shansong and several of Yang Sichang's close aides. Everyone rushed over and tried to persuade him with kind words. After a while, Yang Sichang asked his servants to help him rest on the bed in the back room. Wan Yuanji and his aides
They all withdrew, except Yang Shansong who stayed outside to wait.
At dinner, Yang Sichang did not get up or eat, but he refused to call the doctor in the camp for diagnosis. After Yang Shansong's repeated persuasion, he took a few pills to treat colds. After dinner, he would comment on everything.
Yuan Ji called him to the bedside and said to him: "I have been favored by the emperor, but I didn't expect that the suppression of the Suppression Bureau would be so corrupt that I would have no face to see the emperor again!"
Wan Yuanji comforted him and said, "Please comfort me and recuperate. We can still turn defeat into victory by redoing military arrangements."
Yang Sichang sat up from the bed, hugging himself with a thick quilt and wearing a heavy coat. He was trembling all over. He gasped and said, "I am seriously ill today and it is difficult to get up again. I have to rely on Brother Ji to take care of everything in advance."
Life."
"Why do you say this, Your Excellency? Your Excellency is just tired from the journey and occasionally feels cold. It is not a serious illness that is difficult to treat. There are two smart doctors in the hospital now, and there are also people who are proficient in medicine among the staff and retainers. Please invite some of them to come in for consultation tonight.
But a dose or two will be all it takes."
Yang Shansong also advised him: "Even if you don't pity yourself, you still need to cherish it for the country and take medicine in time."
Yang Sichang shook his head and refused to let him talk about treatment. He sighed and said, "Last year I held a military meeting in Xiangyang. I originally wanted to rely on the emperor's power to organize the army and suppress the bandits successfully. Unexpectedly, the border officials and the local commanders were everywhere.
Being constrained, I sent the traitors to the west and went deep into Sichuan. I went to Kuizhou and then to Chongqing. I felt that there was still room for military action. Unexpectedly, within a few months, the situation deteriorated to this point!"
Wan Yuanji said: "Please be at ease, sir. There is still a chance for the military to save the situation. Right now, it is important for you to treat your illness."
"Would you like to write a memorial to the emperor immediately? One is to apologize to the emperor for the fall of Xiangyang; the other is to outline the next step of using the army?"
Yang Sichang shook his head on the pillow and didn't answer a word. He just shed a few lines of tears. After a while, he waved his hand and asked Wan Yuanji to withdraw. At the same time, he sighed and said, "Let's talk tomorrow!"
Wan Yuanji returned to his house and was very depressed. He was the supervisor of the army, and Yang Sichang was ill. He had to make the decision on all major matters during the trip. However, he was very confused and had no mood to take care of it. He thought
The most urgent thing at the moment is for Yang Sichang to plead guilty, but he just asked the "Envoy Prime Minister" for instructions, and the "Envoy Prime Minister" did not nod, nor was he willing to discuss the next step of the pursuit and suppression. What's the reason?
He was originally a recommended official in Yongzhou Prefecture. He had neither a close family relationship nor a teacher-student relationship with Yang Sichang. Yang Sichang knew that he was a talented person and recommended him to the court in April last year as a supervisor with the title of Dali Temple Judge.
The supervisor of the auxiliary ministers.
He is not a person who is obsessed with wealth and wealth, but because he admires Yang Sichang and wants to serve the court in "suppressing thieves", he is also happy to serve as Yang Sichang's important military supervisor. Now, despite the military defeat, he looks back on Yang Sichang's proposals
All the strategies are correct. The problem is that the country seems to have been suffering from a disease for a long time. No famous doctor can be caught off guard!
After a while, Yang Sichang's son Yang Shansong suddenly arrived. Wan Yuanji was not sure of his purpose, so he asked softly: "The eldest son never rested?"
Yang Shansong smiled bitterly and replied: "Master Supervisor, how can I rest tonight?"
"How is your condition after taking the medicine? Have you fallen asleep?"
"I just went to take a look. The situation is not good. I'm very worried."
"Why, is your illness serious?"
"No. After taking the medicine, my illness became a bit milder and I no longer have cold or fever. However, Mr. Wan..."
Wan Yuanji was startled and asked hurriedly: "How? What did the minister say?"
"He has no words. I heard from the servant that he sometimes sits in front of the case and meditates, as if he wants to write something, but he doesn't write a word. Sometimes he walks around the room for a long time. The servant goes in and persuades him to go to bed.
To rest, he said nothing and waved the servant to leave. The servant asked him if he wanted to eat, and he shook his head. The servant brought him a bowl of white fungus soup and put it on the table until it was cold, but he refused to speak. Master Wan, my family
Yan has gone through many important events in his life, but he has never been like this. I just went to persuade him personally. When I walked out of the window, I heard him suddenly shouting in a low voice: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" After I entered, he seemed not to see me, and was deeply moved.
Sighing. I persuaded him to go to bed and rest. After a while of persuasion, he went to bed with all his clothes on. He didn’t say a word to me, but just waved me away. Mr. Wan, my foolish nephew is really worried about the health of the master of the family...
.How is it good?”
Wan Yuanji was shocked. Ever since he became Yang Sichang's supervisor, he heard from Yang Sichang's old confidants that when Yang Sichang left the capital the year before last, the emperor gave a banquet on the platform. Later, the emperor dismissed the ministers, and the emperor and his ministers talked alone for a while, in a low voice. The eunuch
We have only heard Yang Sichang once say the number "followed by death".
He often thought about this problem today. At this time, what Yang Shansong said made him uneasy. He asked, "How about I go and persuade the minister now?"
"He has just laid down with his clothes on, and is very tired and sleepy. There is no need for Mr. Wan to go. Tomorrow morning, please politely persuade Jia Yan, cheer up quickly, and agree on the next strategy to suppress the thieves and make up for the lost sheep. As for individuals.
We can only wait for the emperor's orders to do this. According to Yu Nephew, one thing is that the Holy Family has not yet completely declined, and the other thing is that the emperor has already had insight into the issue of border confederation, even if..."
Wan Yuanji didn't wait for Yang Shansong to finish, and said quickly: "The most urgent thing at the moment is nothing else, but asking the envoy to apologize to the emperor. On the one hand, this is what should be done, and on the other hand, it is also to deal with the clamor in the Manchu Dynasty.
Kou, occupy a position first."
Yang Shansong suddenly realized: "Yes, yes. I was so distracted that I forgot such a big thing!"
"We should prepare the manuscript of the apology tonight, wait for him to wake up tomorrow morning, ask him to read it, and send it immediately without any delay."
It was already the fourth watch at this time. I began to hear two rooster crows to announce the dawn, and then there were more rooster crows from far and near. However, the sky was still very dark, and the entire camp was very quiet.
Because Yang Sichang was safe in the middle of the night, Wan Yuanji and Yang Shansong felt relieved. After a while, when it got light, Yang Shansong was going to say hello to his father, and Wan Yuanji also wanted to see the situation.
Wan Yuanji took care of some official business first, and suddenly heard panicked footsteps running towards him in the small courtyard. He ran and shouted in an unusual voice: "Master! Master!"
Yang Shansong and Wan Yuanji asked in surprise at the same time: "What's the matter? Why are you so alarmed?"
The servant who was serving Yang Sichang ran in, knelt on the ground, and reported that Yang Sichang was dead. Wan Yuanji and Yang Shansong had no time to ask questions, and ran together to where Yang Sichang lived.
Yang Shansong knelt in front of his father's bed and cried bitterly, hitting his head on the big bed repeatedly. Although Wan Yuanji was very sad and shed tears, he did not panic. He saw blood on the corners of Yang Sichang's mouth and nostrils, and his fingernails were blue.
The quilt and mattress were messy, and his hair and pillow were also a little messy. It was concluded that he committed suicide by taking poison. He was in great pain before his death, and he might have eaten arsenic.
He ordered his servants to quickly wipe the blood from the corners of the Prime Minister's mouth and nostrils, tidy up the quilt, mattress and pillow, and told the people around him: "I just want the Prime Minister to become ill from overwork and die of illness overnight. Don't say that he committed suicide."
"Your Majesty, the pavilion boss, died suddenly overnight, and the relationship is not light. The two of you did not serve carefully, and the crime cannot be punished. I remember that you and others have not done anything serious, so I will not go into details for the time being. However, you only said to others that you are a minister.
He died of illness at night, so don't say he committed suicide. If you say a word wrong, you may die. Get out!"
Wan Yuanji understood the character of Emperor Chongzhen. Yang Sichang died of illness while in office, so the emperor would still have some of his holy family members to give him dignity. If the emperor knew that Yang Sichang committed suicide, he would definitely think that Yang Sichang committed suicide out of fear of crime.
Chongzhen had a mean and ungrateful character. No matter how much effort Yang Sichang put in, he would severely punish the Yang family, and Yang Sichang's death would be extremely miserable!
They then looked around to see if Yang Sichang had left any last words, and finally found a piece of paper on the table, which clearly read "Congratulations to the people and dragons entering Henan to assist in the suppression campaign."
Seeing that Yang Sichang was still worried about the overall situation before his death, Wan Yuanji couldn't help but shed tears. He also hurriedly gave instructions on everything, assigning dedicated personnel to take charge of each matter. Then he returned to his residence, hurriedly washed himself under the service of the servants, and put on the seventh-grade clothes.
Civil servants dressed in court uniform and walked to the front hall.
After saluting amid the music, Wan Yuanji announced to all the civil and military officials in a deep voice the news that the Prime Minister had suddenly died of illness in the night.
Since most of the civil and military officials did not live in Xujia Garden, the news was like a thunderbolt from the blue. Some people had old friendships with Yang Sichang, some had followed Yang Sichang for many years, and some really sympathized with Yang Sichang for his two years of hard work and devotion to state affairs.
He was definitely not the same as Xiong Wencan, and he should not have ended up like this. He burst into tears for a while, and many people even started crying.