Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"At this location, both sides should encounter each other."

Ning Fan put a red cross on the map.

Within a radius of fifty miles on the outskirts of Beijing, the people who had received the news in advance had already evacuated, and now the entire vicinity of Anjing City was desolate.

In the deep mountains near the three major farms, the Wan Longlin Army has been stationed here for more than a month. Because of the abundant supplies, the Longlin Army has been practicing and living quite well here.

Wild boar meat was cooking in the cauldron, and Chen Yuanqing also prepared a large jar of deer blood wine for Ning Fan.

Your Highness, although I have inquired in many ways, the whole of Kyoto is like a pool of stagnant water, and I can't get any information.

Ning Fan felt relaxed. After the long journey, his physical fatigue was secondary, but the level of hunger was indeed unbearable. He took a large piece of plump venison and put it in his mouth, devouring it.

After eating the hot boiled meat, Lin Fan immediately felt hot all over his body, as if his blood was boiling slightly.

"This journey has really exceeded my expectations. The current situation of Dakang is really beyond description in words. The entire Dakang court has become a grass-roots team. The feudal officials from various places are doing their own affairs and do not listen to the court at all. "

Ning Fan shook his head slightly, not knowing whether he should be happy or sad.

When Ning Fan left Kyoto half a year ago, Dakang was still showing signs of prosperity. Who would have thought that half a year later, everything had changed. Nowadays, the Dakang court has almost no control over various places. Close to zero.

Perhaps knowing that the fortunes of great prosperity have been exhausted, the major families have taken control of their own private lands. They don't pay a penny of tax like the imperial court. Today's Kyoto may have become an empty city.

"Then your Highness, you mean that we will take Kyoto effortlessly this time."

Chen Yuanqing's eyes lit up.

Ning Fan shook his head slightly and sighed: "In fact, there are almost no nobles who really care about the court. Now Dakang is on the verge of death. What's funny is that the prince still feels how glorious it is to sit on that throne. Don't you know that the whole Dakang is like a building about to collapse?"

"Your Highness, when should we take action? I think Kyoto's city defense is fully prepared now."

Chen Yuanqing couldn't wait.

Brothers killing each other is something Ning Fan is extremely unwilling to do, but now that the situation has been pushed to this level, Ning Fan has no choice but to think of a solution.

"If nothing goes wrong, the 200,000 soldiers and horses of the Beida Camp should be blocked on the north side of the Blue Mountain by this time tomorrow. By then, we can surround Kyoto first, but don't take action yet."

Ning Fan stared at the map and frowned. He was thinking of a strategy, a strategy to capture Anjing City without any bloodshed.

On a snowy day, the entire Anjing city was immersed in silence. There were almost no people on the streets, and the sound of horse hooves from the imperial soldiers was everywhere.

Strong civilians were forcibly mobilized to move boulders up the city wall. Even food from ordinary people's homes had to be collected and distributed together.

The people were panicked, and the entire palace was also heavily guarded.

In the main hall, Ning Qing, who was dressed in a dragon robe, was sitting on a dragon chair, with three important ministers standing below.

"Money, money, money, I want money, but if I don't have money, how can I settle this debt?"

Ning Qing's face was full of madness at this time.

Although he successfully ascended the throne and sat on the throne, the young man found that everything was not as beautiful as he imagined.

The so-called holding of power means having to face the frowning complaints of civil and military officials every day.

The so-called three thousand concubines in the harem are just crooked melons and cracked dates forcibly stuffed in by the major aristocratic families. The stunning beauties who truly captivated the country have already been divided up by those aristocratic families, and those who can be allocated to the palace They are some unequal items.

In the past few days, Ning Qing has not felt the pleasure of power at all. Instead, he has felt an oppressive and breathless pressure. Especially when he learned that Ning Fan had led an army of 100,000 people to surround Kyoto. Qing felt like he was suffocating.

There are very few cards that Dakang can hold now. After actually sitting on the throne, Ning Qing discovered that the entire Dakang was now almost riddled with holes, and Dakang's court had become a grassroots team.

Not only the people's hearts are in disarray, but the family's wealth has also been ruined.

Now there are only 200,000 soldiers and horses that can be mobilized to defend Kyoto. The Peking Camp has only 200,000.

"Your Majesty, it's time for dinner."

A timid voice came. Ning Qing opened his scarlet eyes and looked, and saw a bloated woman walking towards him.

This is Yang Chunyan, the daughter of An Guogong, and she also reached a political marriage in just a few days.

An Guogong is the head of the Yang family, the most powerful family in the family. Ning Qing wants to ascend the throne. If he wants to sit on this throne and continue to be well-off, he must hold on to the Yang family.

How sad and ridiculous that an empire and an emperor wanted to hug the thigh of a wealthy family. Looking at Yang Chunyan's freckles and fat face like a basin, Ning Qing felt like vomiting. a feeling of.

"I have no appetite."

Ning Qing waved his hand.

"Your Majesty, don't worry. My father has mobilized 300,000 soldiers and horses from Jinzhou Province. They will arrive in the capital soon. King Qin will be able to defeat the traitors and your Majesty will be able to rest in peace."

Yang Chunyan truly admired the handsome Ning Qing, and she also sincerely admired her husband, the emperor. Seeing Ning Qing lose weight day by day, Yang Chunyan seemed very distressed.

Unfortunately, the more he behaved like this, the more disgusted the emperor felt.

Ning Qing couldn't help but compare the Yang Chunyan in front of her with the Xiao Lingxi back then. The comparison was like heaven and earth. Ning Qing almost went crazy thinking that she had been so wise in her life and finally married such a wife.

However, since he sat on the throne, the star seemed to have matured overnight, but he did not speak out or show the anger in his heart on his face.

"Have you calculated how long it will take for three hundred thousand troops to reach Kyoto from Jinzhou?"

Ning Qing looked at Yang Chunyan in front of him very calmly.

As the wife of the emperor, she was also the mother of Dakang, and she was the mother of the whole world. If the world knew that the empress that everyone respected had such a dignified appearance, she would not know how to laugh at herself as the emperor.

"I don't know yet."

Yang Chunyan looked at Ning Qing obediently.

"Have you ever studied? Can you read?"

There was a hint of sarcasm on Ning Qing's lips.