I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"Go and tell Zhu Shen, the clan of Ning Fan, and Zhu Tong, the clan of Yi Fan, I know that they want to serve the court and don't want to do nothing, I will give them a chance."

"Many sons of the vassal clan have no food and no land, but those who want to show their talents and ambitions can work in industry, business, and participate in scientific examinations."

"Zhu Shen and Zhu Tong should set an example, get a Jinshi out of the examination, show it to me, and show it to the world!"

"Implement it from Luoyang, and see the effect!"

"Observe the decree!" After receiving the order, the official school turned around and left, got out of the camp, got on the horse, and went straight to the capital.

It wasn't long before the official school retreated, and before Zhu Youxiao had time to catch his breath, another reporter who specialized in urgent reports came outside the camp, and as soon as he entered the door, he said:

"Your Majesty, Dongjiang Mao Wenlong has detected the movement of slave riders."

Zhu Youxiao curled his legs, retracted his body into the fine-haired fur, was slightly startled, and immediately took the urgent report and looked at it.

As his eyes moved up and down, his brows slowly furrowed.

What Mao Wenlong reported was what happened in Liaodong in July.

After Dongjiang Army spies infiltrated, Jin Jun learned that Nurhachi also knew about the southwest rebellion from the secret letter of traitors in the pass.

Knowing that the Ming emperor's personal conquest was delayed by the Southwest War, Nurhaci immediately called Houjin Zhubeile to discuss the matter, and finally decided a few days ago to call the army to go south.

The target of the slave soldiers this time was Phi Island where Mao Wenlong was located.

For Hou Jin, Shenyang failed to occupy, and Guangning fell short, all thanks to Mao Wenlong's sneak attack!

Hearing that Guannei's eyes were focused on the southwest, and the troops in Gyeonggi had been withdrawn, Nurhachi naturally wanted to take this opportunity to take down the Dongjiang River in one fell swoop, and clean up North Korea together by the way, so as to avoid future worries.

The tone of Mao Wenlong's memorial was very urgent. He wrote in the memorial that this time the slave soldiers were unusual and almost poured over the country.

The Dongjiang army suffered from military affairs, and it has just improved recently. It can't resist such a massive counterattack by the slave soldiers. If the imperial court does not support it as soon as possible, the newly recovered Yizhou may be lost again.

Once Yizhou was lost, the connection between Daming and North Korea was cut off, and the Dongjiang army had to retreat back to the island.

Zhu Youxiao had just finished reading, and the memorials of Xiong Tingbi, Hong Chengchou, and Sun Chengzong arrived at Daying almost at the same time, all of which were about the battle in Liaodong.

Xiong Tingbi and Hong Chengchou convened generals in Liaoyang to raise their accounts, discuss matters, and unify their opinions. They advocated taking advantage of the old slaves' unpreparedness and dispatching the Liaodong Army to attack Fushun with great fanfare, so as to relieve the pressure on the Dongjiang Army.

The two also made it clear in the letter that this time it was only for containment, not for a long time. Once the old slave returns, the army will immediately retreat and stick to it again to cope with any changes.

In order to prevent being impeached by the courtiers, this memorial was jointly signed by Xiong Tingbi, the governor of Liaodong, and Hong Chengchou, the governor of Liaodong.

As for Sun Chengzong, he listened to the opinions of Yuan Chonghuan, the military preparation officer of Ningyuan, and suggested that he could take the opportunity to build a large city defense, recruit new troops, and insist on delaying the war.

These two opinions had already caused an uproar in the capital before reaching Zhu Youxiao's side, and the civil servants were already arguing fiercely.

"Building the city, expanding the army, guarding the Liao soil with the Liao people, this Sun Chengzong..." Zhu Youxiao threw the memorial to the ground, and sneered:

"According to what he meant, whether my internal money is enough or not is another matter!"

Dongjiang Town is facing a huge crisis, and the entire territory of Yizhou is caught in the flames of war. The connection with the vassal North Korea is even more related to North Korea's supply and support to the Dongjiang Army in terms of food, salaries and ordnance.

At this time, Qi Jin stood up and said: "Your Majesty, I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it..."

"speak!"

After the emperor said this word, Qi Jin suddenly regretted it, and he could clearly hear the suppressed anger in the emperor's words.

But the words had already been spoken, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and relax.

"As the emperor said, there seems to be some truth."

"But I think that blindly wasting the country's power to build the city, and then recruiting soldiers and horses to garrison it, this is not 'restoring the soil', it is abandoning the soil."

"At that time, there will be empty cities all over the outside of the customs. If nothing is done, the battle will not be fought, and the defense will be ashamed. It will only become the laughing stock of the Tartars."

"Your Majesty, please think again!"

After looking at him for a while, Zhu Youxiao shrank back into the sable fur, feeling a little helpless, and said: "You are right, it suits me very well."

Immediately, Zhu Youxiao looked at the person who came, and said, "Didn't you always say that Yuan Chonghuan is a capable person?"

"Well, I will give him a chance to show his talent!"

"Go back to Beijing, tell Wei Zhongxian, and ask him to draw up an order and send it to Ningyuan. It is said that Hou Jin sent troops to threaten Dongjiang. For the current plan, the only way to rely on Yuan Chonghuan to send troops to Liao and Shenhu Caves is to send slave chieftains to attack North Korea. , Dongjiang's soldiers return to aid!"

When the relative took the order to leave in a hurry, Zhu Youxiao snorted coldly, then looked at the guard next to him, and said lightly:

"I predict that Yuan Chonghuan will not send troops directly. You will set off tomorrow, go directly to Ningyuan, and pass on my oral order to urge Yuan Chonghuan to send troops and let him cross the river as soon as possible!"

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao shrunk in further until he curled up into a small ball, and sighed:

"My idea came out, and Wei Zhongxian should know what to do—let him draw up another imperial decree for Xiong Tingbi and Hong Chengchou."

Chapter 1 Helping You is a Favor

The sound of hunting the wind is like ten thousand ants eating wood.

Today's capital is still shrouded in mist, the sky is the same color all day long, and the gravel blown from the north gradually covers up the magnificent golden tiles of the Forbidden City, leaving only a patch of red and yellow, as pure as a Song painting.

In the duty room of the supervisor of rites, Wei Zhongxian understood the meaning of the official school report that Luoyang rushed back to.

Immediately, his eyes moved slightly.

In the decision-making of the grand strategy, there is no doubt that the emperor expressed his support for the joint request of Xiong Tingbi and Hong Chengchou, but he did not want to move the Liao and Shen Dajun lightly, so he just gave Sun Chengzong a face and used Yuan Chonghuan.

only……

This Yuan Chonghuan built a ancestral hall for himself a few days ago, and presented this "Returning Owl in the Snow", which is said to be a masterpiece of Song Huizong.

The ceremony had already been accepted, and the Shengci also acquiesced. At this time, the emperor asked Yuan Chonghuan to sneak attack on Jiannu's lair, so he just sent back Sun Chengzong's memorabilia quietly.

This decree is always difficult to issue.

Thinking about it, Wei Zhongxian gently caressed the picture with his slightly rough hand.

Taking a closer look, I can see that the white powder is snow on this picture, and the splashed ink is hazy. Even a layman who doesn't like elegance like him can see that the brushwork is not vulgar.

Wei Zhongxian has never climbed a high mountain, nor traveled north and south, to the bitter and cold frontiers, to see such snow scenes.For a while, I couldn't put it down.

Song Huizong grew up in a deep palace, but he was able to make Hanjiang Dongxue's paintings full of life and affection.

Wei Zhongxian laughed at himself, the meaning of Song Huizong's paintings, people like him, can't understand it at all.

Probably only a person who is an emperor like His Majesty today can have such a demeanor. As far as the eye can see, there are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Wei Zhongxian thought about it for a while, and finally closed the picture reluctantly, and sighed: "According to the emperor's wishes, let's draw up an order."

The little eunuch was taken aback when he heard the words, and asked: "Grandfather, if these two decrees continue, Yuan Chonghuan repaired the Shengsheng Temple and gave you the painting. Isn't it a waste of all this effort..."

"The emperor listens to you, why don't you persuade him?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian's eyes were like swords, and he shot at it sharply, sneering: "The emperor listens to me?"

"you are wrong!"

"The emperor only listens to himself."

Saying that, Wei Zhongxian suddenly became depressed, leaned back on the chair, let the maid rub his head lightly, closed his eyes and said:

"As eunuchs, even if we have something we like no matter how much it conflicts with the emperor, we still have to give it up as soon as possible."

"Under my feet, what do you see?"

The little eunuch looked at Wei Zhongxian's feet, and he got it wrong, and said with a flattering smile: "Back to my grandfather, it was a tribute from Jiangnan last year. It was a high-quality blanket. The emperor rewarded you before he went out—"

"It's not your fault..." Wei Zhongxian didn't have any surprises, and said under Xiao Yan's eyes that he didn't understand:

"Under Bendu's foot is a single-plank bridge, and under the single-plank bridge is the Taotao River."

Xiao Xie was also terrified, his face turned pale with fright, "Then if you take a wrong step, then it's okay!"

"I just fell to pieces!"

Wei Zhongxian sneered a few times.

"The Empress of the Central Palace should like this picture of "Returning to the Drum in the Snow". It is said that Yuan Chonghuan won a small battle and seized it from Houjin."

"The servant understands."

After the little eunuch retreated, Wei Zhongxian sighed and looked in the direction of Ningyuan.

Yuan Chonghuan, the governor wants to help you very much, but the emperor is not clear about your attitude. Since the governor has accepted the gift, it is a favor to help you. This is the only way to help you.

Say a few more words, and I'll be involved.

……

In the past few days, the weather in the capital has been like this, so dark that it makes people feel bored. Zhang Yan couldn't stay in Kunning Palace, so she came out for a walk.

"Your Majesty, are you going to Long Live Mountain today to pray for the emperor as you did in the past?"

On the way, I met Concubine Yu who also came out to let the wind go.

The two met and went to the Longevity Mountain Temple to pray for the emperor, hoping that fewer people would die in the southwest war, and the emperor's own conquest would lead to victory, and the war in the southwest would be quelled as soon as possible.

Descending from Long Live Mountain, the two women came to the edge of the pond.

They walked faster and faster, until the palace people couldn't follow, Concubine Yu walked well, because she was a little nervous beside the queen, but Zhang Yan picked up a palm of water and stuffed it into her neck.

"Wow!"

Tong Jing'er jumped up, frantically shaking off the coolness from her neck, her funny appearance made Zhang Yan laugh.

Without even thinking about it, she took up a palm of clear pool water and splashed it at Zhang Yan who was smiling.

For a moment, the smile on Zhang Yan's face froze, and she stared blankly at the water marks on the brocade dress. She was wearing a high-quality brocade dress that was tributed by North Korea when the Empress Dowager was sealed off this year, smooth and delicate.

Concubine Yu's water splashed on it, feeling cool, and it slid straight down, leaving only a water mark.

Zhang Yan seemed to have been hit hard, and she didn't recover for a while. Her eyelashes trembled, and a few small drops of water took the opportunity to slip down, making her eyes clearer.

"You are so brave, you dare to hit the queen!"

At first, Tong Jing'er was a little scared, but since she committed a crime, she put on a look of fearlessness, pouted her lips and said coquettishly:

"Your Majesty, just punish me, you can't finish throwing away all the brocade clothes, but this is all I do, and your Majesty got wet."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yan took advantage of her unpreparedness, picked up a palm of water, threw it on her face, and said with a smile:

"Then make it more wet, and when it is soaked through, I will give you a set of brocade clothes."

"Your Majesty, I don't want it!"

After all, Tong Jinger and Zhang Yan are both teenage girls. They ran away and chased each other, and when they ran across the pond, they splashed each other with palms of water.

They fought all the way until the people in the accompanying palace were thrown far away, then they shook hands with each other and wandered around.

After playing around for a while, the two girls finally got tired reluctantly.

Zhang Yan supported the palace wall, panted with a smile, and looked at the dark sky in the southwest direction for a while, her eyes sparkled and thoughtful.

"Tell me, is the emperor thousands of miles away now, beating people with his sword? With one swing, he will cut off the head of a gangster!"

Tong Jing'er tilted her head, swung her legs, shook her head and said: "I don't know, marching and fighting, the emperor's life must be more difficult than ours."

Zhang Yan nodded and sat beside her.

At this moment, they seemed to have returned to their childhood home many years ago, shed the heavy shackles in the palace, and regained their lives.

At the same time, war broke out again in Liaodong.

……

In the starry sky, the Ming army and North Korean army in Yizhou City are being besieged by the Xianglan Banner led by Amin, and people are dying every moment.

Looking at the flames that stretched for miles outside the city, everyone felt hopeless.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Behind the densely packed golden soldiers, pushing shield carts and carrying ladders, under the personal supervision of A Min, they were madly attacking the top of the city.

Under the order of General Mao Wenlong, the guerrilla general Lu Shiju guarding Yizhou flashed his tiger eyes, and clenched the saber full of gaps in his hand.

"It seems that these slave soldiers are going to fight our Dongjiang army!"

"Send the order down and shoot the mother!"

Soon, the Ming army and North Korean army in the city began to counterattack. They brought boxes of shells, processed them briefly, and began to load and fire the cannons in an orderly manner.

If the artillery and muskets of the Ming army are of good quality and have a certain scale, it will definitely be a nightmare for the Hou Jin soldiers.

After seeing the Ming army at the top of the city, the Jin soldiers came to attack again, and the sound of shelling that shook the earth and the mountains rang first. Every time a shell hit the shield car, pieces of wood flew horizontally, and even a piece of it was blown up.

After Jin Bing finally rushed to the city, a more terrifying scene came.