The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Li Dongyang said: "It is better to remove Wang Yue's military power and transfer him to another place. When the Tatars attack, let him make meritorious service and guard the border. This will not violate the imperial order and can also deter the Tatars."

At this time, the name Wang Yue is no longer just a name, but a knife, a knife that deters the Tatars.

As long as they dare to invade the border of the Ming Dynasty, this knife will make them die all over the ground.

Wang Yue's status has long surpassed that of an ordinary Ming general. This deterrent power is accumulated by repeatedly letting the fierce Tatars taste bloody lessons.

Liu Jian and Xie Qian nodded in agreement that Wang Yue could not be killed.

Yan Mansion,

Today is the day He Neng was released from the house.

Fortunately, he insisted on morning exercises before, and his physique was stronger than ordinary people. Under the doctor's prescription, He Neng slowly recovered.

At this time, everyone in the mansion was muzzled, and Yan Chengjin let him out.

Having spent so much money on seeing a doctor, He Neng was already ashamed to death: "I am useless and have spent so much money on the mansion. I am so sad."

"Don't keep that cotton jacket anymore. Wear it when you need it. Spending money is a small matter. Getting sick is a big deal. Don't be stingy with yourself. Keep a bunch of money for me to spend. I don't lack money." Yan Chengjin said.

He Neng burst into tears. The young master is considerate of his servants. Where in the world can you find such a good young master?

He still had the face to refute the young master, and hurriedly put on the new cotton jacket.

In the capital, on the road from Fuchengmen to the palace, a group of armored vehicles returned from the west, and Wang Yue and Yan Kesong drove side by side.

Although Wang Yue defeated the Tatars many times and won the battle, it stands to reason that the people should celebrate with their hands raised in the streets for ten miles.

But there was no popularity. The people came to see the welcoming pine tree, and many people shouted "Mr. Ying".

Because of the previous dynasty, Wang Yue was not very popular among the people.

He frowned all the way, and the welcoming pine tree next to him was smiling. "To be honest, I don't want to go back to Beijing. Why is Brother Cang Jin so happy? Why don't you tell me?"

Yan Kesong had a bit of pride on his face: "My foolish brother just misses my well-behaved and sensible son. Brother Shichang may not know that my son won the first place in the provincial examination of Shuntian Prefecture. Today, I can finally go back to Beijing to celebrate!"

"Congratulations!" Wang Yue became more and more powerless. He also missed his two sons.

Being a parent is human nature.

As a father, who doesn't want his son to have a promising future, but his two sons are useless and have nothing to do. What can he do?

If he was not afraid that no one would take care of them in the capital, why would he send that benefit to Li Guang.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. I'm afraid that His Majesty will not let him go easily.

He had already received the news that Li Guang was beheaded. If Yan Kesong had not accompanied him along the way, he would have fallen ill long ago.

This time, returning to the capital is not a good thing, but what can he do if he doesn't return? His two sons are still in the capital.

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Yan Mansion,

It was lunch time, Yan Chengjin was holding a bowl and was about to put down his chopsticks.

"Young Master, the master is back! The master went to the palace to submit the imperial edict and will be back soon. Why don't you wait for the master? It's been a long time since I had a meal with the young master. The master must be happy!"

The housekeeper, who had not been seen for a long time, seemed to be thinner and was trotting across the yard at this moment.

Dad is back?

After not seeing him for a few days, the old man seemed to be taller and walked with vigor.

Yan Chengjin was suspicious: "Dad went to the palace to see the emperor and came back so soon?"

"He only saw His Majesty once, and then hurried out of the palace. His Majesty seemed to have something to discuss with the General Censor." Speaking of which, Yan Kesong also felt strange. He had just entered the palace to pay his respects, and Emperor Hongzhi asked him to leave.

Ah, Wang Yue is alive...

Dad had just returned from the frontier, and didn't know what happened in the capital. In order to let him understand the current situation in the capital and keep a distance from Wang Yue, he told him about Li Guang.

Yan Kesong sighed, thinking that Wang Yue had been a soldier all his life, had made many military achievements, and was quite popular among the people in the frontier. It was a pity to end his life like this.

In Li Guang's account book, Wang Yue's number was the largest. Emperor Hongzhi grew up in the dark environment of the Chenghua Dynasty, and the most unbearable thing was collusion between officials.

Wang Yue not only violated the laws of the Ming Dynasty, but also violated the taboos of Emperor Hongzhi. I'm afraid he will not be forgiven easily.

The next day, the palace heard the decree of Emperor Hongzhi, asking Wang Yue to resign the military power of the Three Borders General and change his position to the deputy governor of the Five Military Governor's Office.

This change of position instantly turned Wang Yue from a general with a large army into a civilian official who was living a life of idleness and waiting for death in the Five Military Governor's Office.

"Your Majesty's methods are powerful. He does not give any soldiers or allow them to retire and return home. He lives in retirement under his nose. This is both preferential treatment and house arrest."

Yan Chengjin found that his father had become much rude after returning this time. He used to wipe his hands with a handkerchief before eating, but now he grabs a big steamed bun as soon as he comes up, which is a bit like the Ming army guarding the border.

The New Year is approaching, and it is getting colder and colder. Colds and the like cannot be ignored.

"Dad, you have to pay attention to hygiene." Yan Chengjin reminded.

Yan Kesong nodded: "Dad washes his hands after eating."

Yan Fanglai: "………………"

Yan Kesong went to court these days and heard that there was a Taoist priest Liu Nuan in the capital, who was regarded as a master on par with him by the new school.

He only flipped through a few pages of Hu Zhai, and it was enough to tell that the author must be an old scholar.

It is like meeting a bosom friend when drinking wine, or meeting an antagonist when playing chess.

Yan Kesong was a little excited. He sent people to find out who wrote it, but he couldn't get any information. Suddenly, he felt that this style was similar to his own.

Yan Kesong was eager to show his skills, but found that "The Three Kingdoms Heroes Contending for Hegemony" had already been written by Zhu Houzhao. It was obviously the hard work of both of them. This bastard who betrayed his teacher and destroyed his ancestors only signed his name.

After thinking about it, he had to give up.

Today is the New Year's Day of the twelfth year of Hongzhi.

The capital is decorated with lights and explosions from time to time in the streets and alleys. Every household is celebrating the New Year.

After the fox house became widely known, the thoughtful merchants hung up many fox masks, which were snapped up by children.

Cheng Minzheng walked on the busy streets and saw some fox masks engraved with Liu Nuan Taoist, and he felt happy. This feeling was really wonderful.

"The world doesn't know, it's me...hahaha"

In an inconspicuous corner of the capital, the Yan Mansion welcomed a distinguished guest, Cheng Minzheng came to visit with a gift.

However, this Yan Mansion is quite remote, and it's really easy for him to find it.

"I heard that Brother Cangjin returned to the court, so I came to visit, but I'm late!"

Yan Chengjin suddenly felt that Cheng Minzheng was a little arrogant, a little bit verbal, and a little bit competitive, but other aspects were still very good, at least his etiquette was very thoughtful.

"Why is Lord Cheng here?" Yan Kesong was very surprised.

Cheng Minzheng showed a malicious smile, don't you know? I am Taoist Liu Nuan.

"There will be fireworks in the palace tonight, and His Majesty will host a banquet for all officials. Anding Bo and I are on the list. I'm here to invite you to enter the palace together!"

After Dad and Cheng Minzheng entered the palace, Yan Fanglai ordered the servants to open the gift. In addition to the gift just sent by Cheng Minzheng, there were also several unfamiliar food boxes.

"Who sent it?"

"It was sent from Lord Li Dongyang's house just now."

Yan Chengjin opened it and saw some exquisite pastries, presumably to thank the person who sent it last time.

At night, the night sky of the capital city was full of bright fireworks, and then bloomed in the dark night.

Yan Chengjin saw it very clearly in the pavilion of the new courtyard.

Although it was not as gorgeous as the previous life, this long-lost feeling made him feel a long-lost warmth.

A year passed with the sound of firecrackers, and the spring breeze brought warmth to Tusu.

New Year's Eve, always felt something was missing.

The Ming Dynasty did not popularize personal money. People could not even eat enough, so how could they have money to wrap red envelopes.

Yan Chengjin sat in the pavilion, asked someone to put the pastries on the table, brewed a pot of wolfberry chrysanthemum tea, and asked the housekeeper to bring two hundred taels of silver. He could call all the servants in the house and line them up one by one.

"Everyone congratulate me, such as peace and longevity, longevity, and longevity..."

The house manager and others were at a loss, not knowing what the young master wanted to do, but they could only do what the young master said.

Chunxiao was the first to say timidly: "I wish you peace and good luck."

This will make the New Year feel a little bit more festive!

Yan Chengjin took out a silver ingot from his purse and threw it out.

"Young master, what is this?"

"This is called New Year's money, next one."

This is at least two taels of silver, just a reward! The house manager felt distressed.