Lang Jun is coming

Because of the tense war, and Taizu once warned future generations to be diligent and thrifty, all official funerals should be kept simple.But even if it is simple, it still costs 2000 million yuan.The Ministry of Rites scratched their heads and discussed with the chief executive Liu Hanqiu and the historian for a long time before deciding on the official temple name.

Huizong.

Love the people and say Hui.Gentle and compassionate people are called Hui.

It can be regarded as a good temple name to praise the official family as a benevolent monarch.

The new emperor had just succeeded to the throne, and he was still young, and the old and new party struggles that had gradually cooled down in the court showed signs of rekindling.But looking at Bachelor Mei standing next to the new emperor, people's hearts are only secretly surging.

Although the small officials are not very old, sitting on the wooden chair in the Chongzheng Hall has the demeanor of a Mingjun.At first the court was quite friendly, but the good times didn't last long, and within two months, something happened that became the first ordeal in the career of a petty official and emperor.

Daxing failed to attack Pingyang Pass many times, and instead went south from Yuguan via Wuzhou.Although other state capitals also have defenders, they are not as heavily guarded as Yuguan and Pingyangguan, and the quality of the troops is far lower than that of the frontier.

Daheng has had a lot of redundant troops in the past dynasties. The number of people is too large, and the combat capabilities are chaotic and cost the treasury money.The new party cut down the old, weak, sick, etc. in the defenders, thinking about improving the quality.However, Jiang Ye of Daxing also took a long-term view, and did not give them a chance to breathe, and raised troops to attack the city before the new system saw results.

In just over half a year, the situation was overwhelming, until they met Wang Ping in Dengzhou, who was rushing from Pingyang Pass with his troops.

Dengzhou is not too far away from the capital. When I first heard the rumors, everyone in the capital was in danger, whether it was war or peace.

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The new party is fighting, and the old party is fighting.The roof of the Chongzheng Hall will be knocked down all day long.

In the bright study room, Mei Yanyu finished talking about today's content, and suddenly asked: "The officials think it should be war or peace?"

The official who was struggling to understand the words in the book frowned, thinking of what his father had warned him.The brush in his hand was sweating, and finally asked in puzzlement: "What do you think, teacher?"

In Chongzheng Hall, everyone said a few words, but this person remained silent.

He stared closely at the other person's expression, fearing that he would miss a slight change, and then miss the opportunity to figure it out.

Mei Yanyu was sitting on the wooden chair, with a face somewhat similar to Huizong's in his eyes.He stood up and slightly cupped his hands, saying something without beginning or end.

"I haven't tasted the bitter root vegetables from my hometown for a long time."

The official was speechless.

Bitter root vegetables are unique to Wuzhou, and Mei Yanyu is an authentic Wuzhou native.But this state capital has been occupied by Dahong's iron hooves.

The hometown no longer belongs to Daheng, and no matter how much Mei Yanyu misses her, she will never be able to eat bitter root vegetables.Or maybe what he missed was not the dish, but the land that belonged to the Heng Dynasty.

On the second day, the officials went uncharacteristically and stopped silently listening to the courtiers spitting each other.Instead, he issued the first edict since he succeeded to the throne, but it was enough to cause a sensation in the entire court.

To mobilize all the troops, we must press Daxing's iron hoof to death in Dengzhou.

Hearing the edict, everyone knew that it was a dead end, and it was a matter of Heng Chao's life and death.

Lu Shijue immediately reprimanded the officials for being deceived by the New Party, and then left angrily.

Can Hengchao fight?Yes, but at a terrible price.

Can't Heng Chao fight?No, because people really can't afford it.Whether they win or lose, they are the ones who suffer in the end.

In the depths of winter, Liu Hanqiu, who no longer cares about court affairs, stood in the porch and let his servants add a cloak to him.

"Is the master waiting for someone?" the servant asked casually.

Liu Hanqiu fixed his eyes on the door, and murmured, "Yes. Those who are waiting for Dengzhou..."

He is waiting for someone who will come to the capital to report on the battle in Dengzhou.

Just after the New Year's Eve, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were waiting for that person.It's just that he crawled into the Chongzheng Hall covered in blood, and brought the news that the entire army was wiped out in the Battle of Dengzhou while hanging and crying.

Wang Ping died in battle, and Zhizhou Shenjie and Tongjuan Gu Qing died in the city one after another.

Countless defenders used their lives to temporarily delay Daxing's iron heel. Although they won, it was a miserable victory.

The question of whether to continue the war or make peace has been brought to the table again.Is the holy car going south to live in peace?It seems that neither the old party nor the new party can do such a degrading thing.

Lu Shijue's official Zhazi denounced Pei Lian and others for forming a clique for personal gain and controlling the government.Officials should stay away from courtiers and villains, and blame the new party for the battle of Dengzhou.

"I ask the officials to remove Pei Lian, Chen Juncong, Song Yiqing and other positions so that the court will be cleared!"

No matter which emperor in the Heng Dynasty, he was very afraid of courtiers forming cliques for personal gain.What Lu Shijue participated in was originally determined to suppress the new party.

Pei Lian followed suit and said, "Master Zhongshu said that Pei formed a clique for personal gain, but he doesn't know if there is any evidence? After all, it's always easy to spout blood."

"The treasury of Daheng, the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the Ministry of Officials are all under the control of the three divisions. Such a 'behemoth' has never existed before. The decision-making power is gradually taken away, and Zhongshu Province is regarded as nothing."

Once all the anger was vented for many years, Lu Shijue became more and more blushing when he said, "The people in Ningzhou who have been harmed by food and money have become fish on Hu Zai's chopping board, making the poor people even more miserable, and starving everywhere."

"More than [-] soldiers were killed in Dengzhou, with all their strength. Has Mr. Pei ever thought about the wives and children of those people?!"

Speaking of excitement, Lu Shijue threw a stack of papers that he had prepared a long time ago at Pei Lian.

The cold wind rushed into the Chongzheng Hall with the chill of melting snow, blowing away the paper "hula la", and it kept falling before Pei Lian's eyes.

Those papers are densely packed with the names and surnames of the fallen soldiers in Dengzhou.His hands and feet were numb and unable to move, and he was rarely able to speak.

Pei Lian seldom drank alcohol, and when he wanted to drink, he only had a taste of it, and he didn't like to get intoxicated.But he got drunk when he returned home that night.

Different from other people who were drinking madly, Pei Lian sat there quietly, neither noisy nor disturbed. At first glance, he was no different from normal, except that the heavy alcohol smell on his body betrayed him.

Song Yiqing stepped forward and took the wine glass in his hand and put it on the table.

"Drinking too much will hurt your body."

He understood that Pei Lian was not unable to argue for himself during the court dispute, but he just spoke to the names and names of the soldiers who died for Daheng.

The wind outside was howling through the window.Pei Lian's sanity was a little blurry, when he heard the sound, he suddenly turned over and called out to the servants.

He shouted in a hurry, and the servants rushed over and heard him say: "Go and hang a lamp in front of the door, don't turn it off."

"what?"

It was almost midnight, and no one was out of the house, so the servants couldn't figure it out.

Pei Lian staggered and slumped down on the couch while leaning on the table, and said to himself with his head down, "It's windy and snowy, they won't be able to find their way back home."

The servant's eyes turned red suddenly, and he went down in response.

Song Yiqing wanted to help him to drink, but instead, someone hugged his waist in a sitting position.

"Achi..."

Pei Lian sighed heavily, and the warm scent of alcohol escaped.The look has never been fragile.

As soon as the movement of the hands stopped, Song Yiqing bowed slightly and hugged the person back, and the other person's head was naturally arched into the hollow of his neck.

It took a long time, until he almost suspected that Pei Lian had fallen asleep, that he heard him muttering.

"I'm tired……"

Followed by that, there is also a feeling of heat and humidity soaking through the fabric of the shoulders.

On the snowy night of the seventh day after the Battle of Dengzhou, a lantern was hung in front of Pei's mansion.There is no figure painting, let alone Liuli's painting, but it is lit all night.

Within half an hour, candles were lit one after another in the dark night.It has spread from the north of the city to the entire inner city and outer city.In the city of Huaijing, there are countless fireflies shuttling through the heavy snow, and the roads are brightly lit.