Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 547 One hundred thousand urgent

  Emperor Hongzhi's expression changed.

   Great victory.

  He raised his head and looked at Zhu Houzhao: "Is it the bulletin from the flying team?"

   "Exactly, father, this is the good news from the Flying Team Flying Pigeon. The Flying Team raided the Tatar camp, and everything went well." Zhu Hou said happily.

   All of a sudden, Yang Tinghe and the others looked even more ugly.

  Emperor Hongzhi let out a long breath of relief.

  Great victory...

   This is good news.

   I've been depressed for so long these days, and finally... I can breathe a sigh of relief.

  Emperor Hongzhi was happy: "Okay, very good. Please take a look, let's take a look."

  Sometimes he felt that the prince was messing around.

But the last time he was silent in the hall, in fact, it was not the crown prince who was really angry, but these imperial officials, as a father, you can think that your son has something bad, but you overwhelmingly think that the crown prince is confused, this is different .

  Emperor Hongzhi was also a human being, so it was inevitable that he would feel resentment in his heart.

   And Yang Tinghe kept emphasizing here that the crown prince would shake the foundation of the country if he went on like this. This not only made Emperor Hongzhi feel that this might not be the case, but it also deepened his concerns.

  Now... Zhen Guo Mansion... Sure enough, there is a way.

  Emperor Hongzhi wished to announce to everyone that his son was definitely not as miserable as you said.

   You say a thousand words and ten thousand words, no matter how many reasons you talk about, the one who can get things done is the prince.

  He passed the note to the **** beside him. The **** understood His Majesty's thoughts and sent the note to Yang Tinghe.

  Yang Tinghe looked at the words "fortunately not disgraceful, great victory", and suddenly felt particularly glaring.

  Of course he knows that the Great Harmony victory will be of great benefit to the imperial court.

  But... for some reason, deep down in Yang Tinghe's heart, there was an uncomfortable feeling.

   The matter of Datong, after all, is too far away. For him, the matter at the moment is close at hand.

  The prince hangs out with Fang Jifan all day long. He has complained for a long time, and he has never been easy to attack. He finally caught an opportunity, but because of this great victory... it was broken.

  He was a little confused. He looked at the six words hard, but felt that the six words were like sharp knives, piercing his heart.

   After a long time, he suddenly remembered something: "Your Majesty, what is the great victory mentioned here?"

   He asked suddenly.

  Emperor Hongzhi was taken aback.

   I was too happy to be happy, but I forgot that this is Feige Biography, Feige Biography can only bring a small note, it is impossible to be exhaustive.

Yang Tinghe said: "The killing of ten people is a great victory, and the killing of twenty people is also a great victory. Naturally, the killing of a hundred people can also be called a great victory. But the Tatars have 50,000 cavalrymen who cover the clouds and cover the sun. Come, the momentum is fierce, Tatar Khan personally sits in the town, carries heavy troops, breaks through the Datong pass in one fell swoop, and drives straight into it. The so-called flying team is nothing more than a group of people who ride flying **** hanging in the sky promised by Tatar. Enemy? I also want to ask, since the victory is great, have the Tatars been driven back? Has the crisis in Datong been resolved? How many Tatars were killed or injured? These... are not mentioned in the memo."

   "..."

  Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhu Houzhao.

  The heart that had just let go, hung up again.

   That's right, what kind of victory is this great victory.

   Zhu Houzhao was a little confused.

  He was too happy to forget this detail.

   What a careless person.

Zhu Houzhao said: "A great victory is a great victory. I thought that Shen Ao and Yang Biao of the Feiqiu Camp were honest people. I thought, if they didn't take a hundred heads, they... they wouldn't be able to repay the victory, right? My son... dare to guarantee it with your head."

  Hundred pieces...

   Everyone gasped.

  His Royal Highness the Crown Prince breathed a sigh of relief.

  Just because Shen Ao and Yang Biao are honest people, the crown prince dared to make such a promise.

Yang Tinghe felt relieved: "His Royal Highness, in the sixth year of Hongzhi, when the Tatars were affected, Zhang Dan, the commander-in-chief, led 30,000 elite troops to attack them, and took sixty-seven of their heads. Zhang Note, so convincingly, actually boasted of Haikou with a hundred heads. His Royal Highness, the military and state affairs are not a trifling matter. The so-called flying ball is just a plaything, but His Highness is immersed in it, but wastes his studies, and his minister is Zhan. As for the affairs of the government, I implore Your Highness, right now, reading is the most important thing, reading will show your ambition, reading to understand, reading... Only then can you know how to fight, and only then can you govern the country and the world.”

  Zhu Houzhao blushed a little: "I will be able to kill hundreds of people, fly the team..."

  He glanced back at Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan thought for a while: "I can also be a guarantor. Yang Biao is an honest man. As for Shen Ao..."

   Shen Wen, a scholar of the Hanlin University, stood in the crowd with a blank expression.

  My son went to fight, he is a scholar.

   Shen Wen's mood is very complicated.

  I was thinking in my heart, it’s okay, it’s okay...as long as people are okay.

   Then Fang Jifan said: "Shen Aoren is also good."

   "..." Shen Wen felt hurt.

Because before Shen Ao's departure, out of concern for his son, Shen Wen couldn't help but inquire about the details of Yang Biao who went to Datong with Shen Ao. People say what they say, all in all, if a tile falls casually in the capital, and anyone hits casually, they may be smarter than Yang Biao.

   Just such a person, Fang Jifan has a higher evaluation of him than his own son, what does this mean? Are you deliberately suppressing my son?

  Fang Jifan immediately said: "I have more confidence in the flying team. I can use my personality as a guarantee. I can kill at least 300 people."

   Three hundred people is Fang Jifan's estimate.

   After all, so much kerosene was spent, and it was all made of silver. Isn’t this glass bottle money?

  Fang Jifan felt that it is impossible for a flying team that has mastered the air to have such a bad record. Three hundred may still be a conservative word count.

  But in Chongwen Hall, it was quiet.

   This Fang Jifan is very courageous, and he is boasting to no end. He obviously misunderstood the word beheading.

  Emperor Hongzhi inevitably began to feel anxious again.

   Then Yang Tinghe said: "Dingyuan Hou, it is three hundred, don't you think it is ridiculous? Besides, Dingyuan Hou uses his own personality as a guarantee, if he really trusts the flying team, why not use his head as a guarantee."

  Yang Tinghe deeply despised Fang Jifan.

  This guy... really opened his mouth, three hundred...you have three hundred, I, Yang Tinghe, wrote my name upside down.

  As soon as Yang Tinghe's words came out, many Hanlins laughed.

  In Chongwen Hall, the atmosphere actually started to relax.

  Many people looked at Fang Jifan with a mocking look.

  They dare not laugh at the prince, but that doesn't mean they can't laugh at you, Marquis Dingyuan.

  We just smiled, Marquis Dingyuan, are you still coming to beat me?

   Of course, this is just a behind-the-scenes sneer.

  Fang Jifan, if he has personal grievances with others, it will still be very troublesome. After all, everyone is a flesh and blood person, and they have to live at home, and no one will make themselves unhappy.

  Fang Jifan was furious. Yang Tinghe dared to laugh at himself, which is unreasonable.

"Well, three hundred, if three hundred were beheaded, it would be the credit of the Zhen Guo Mansion. If the three hundred were not beheaded, it would be considered a big fault for the Flying Team. Shen Ao is my most proud disciple, and I treat him like a grandson. If he did not get the three hundred heads in this attack, this Shen Ao will be killed or cut to pieces, at your Majesty's discretion!"

   "..."

  As soon as this remark came out, it was resounding.

   All the Hanlin looked at Fang Jifan, then at the crown prince, and then at Shen Wen.

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was stiff, and he felt that his brain was not enough.

  Zhu Houzhao listened and applauded: "Okay, only three hundred. Fang Jifan is right. There are no three hundred heads. I beheaded Shen Ao to thank the world!"

  Shen Wen almost knelt down.

  Fang Jifan, your uncle!

  His Royal Highness, fortunately, I want to be your father-in-law. I married my daughter to you, so you treat me like this?

  …

Ma Wensheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, walked quickly through the Meridian Gate. He was carrying a badge for entering and leaving the palace. He wanted to go to the Chongwen Hall, but was stopped by the eunuch: "Mabu Hall, where are you going? Your Majesty is in Chongwen Hall." Palace, in this palace, one cannot easily walk around..."

   "Go away!" Ma Wensheng's voice was extraordinarily loud.

  The **** was taken aback for a moment, and said with a dry smile: "If there is anything wrong, let us inform you."

   "You don't deserve it!" Ma Wensheng knocked him away without hesitation.

  The eunuch's face was blue and red, he had never seen such arrogance.

   Ma Wensheng's footsteps were even more hurried, and he had no time to pay attention to him.

  He is a gentleman of the Hongzhi Dynasty.

  But recently, like a mouse crossing the street, he is not convinced.

   The imperial court has internal and external troubles. Is this the responsibility of him, a minister of the Ministry of War? Frozen three feet is not a day's cold. Since the Chenghua Dynasty, no, this has to be traced back to the change of Emperor Yingzong's Tumu Fortress. He was about to add insult to injury, and instead became a sinner through the ages.

  When Ma Wensheng received the report from the commander-in-chief of Datong, Ma Wensheng thought he had read it wrong.

  He repeatedly confirmed several times.

   All of a sudden, I feel at ease.

  The Ministry of War is of course useless.

  He, Ma Wensheng, does not intend to be boasted about his outstanding achievements in this position as Minister of the Ministry of War. He only wants one thing now, and the problem must be solved.

  The Tatars in Datong have been resolved.

   Great victory.

  To be honest, he himself didn't quite believe it all the way.

how is this possible.

   Beheading level 15,000.

   But he is the Minister of the Ministry of War after all, so naturally, it is very clear that there will be no fakes in this memorial.

  He entered the palace in a hurry, and didn't even bother to report.

   Also reported a fart.

  He, a gentleman in the Hongzhi Dynasty, was scolded **** by a group of eunuchs, but this did not prevent him from being harsh to the eunuchs.

  He rushed to the outside of Chongwen Hall in a hurry, and several eunuchs wanted to stop him.

  Ma Wensheng held the memorial in his hand, held it up high, and said righteously: "I have an urgent report from the border town, and it is urgent. Who dares to stop me?"

  Eunuchs, you look at me, I look at you, and look at each other.

   It's urgent, and you don't need a Minister of the Ministry of War to report the letter, and you can go straight to Chongwen Palace.

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