The Ming Dynasty started with caution

The discussion in the hall disappeared.

Oara was a great enemy of the imperial court. He once sent troops to the capital and was more terrifying than the Tatars.

"Who to send out?"

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi frowned and stood up.

He thought of Wang Shouren. This man once quelled the Li rebellion in Hainan, but he didn't know where he was now.

The commander-in-chief Li Jin had already been beheaded, and Datong was very close to the capital, so there was no time to question him.

Everyone looked at Yan Kesong, the Minister of War.

Yan Chengjin was a little worried. This was his father's first show. Don't mess up.

If he advises his father, the Supreme Emperor and the princes will see that his father is not qualified for the job, and may be transferred to Nanzhili.

If he doesn't help, he's worried that his father's arrangement won't get full marks.

"Three sides are close to Datong. Yang Yiqing will definitely lead his troops from the west, and the British will just intercept them in Gyeonggi.

Now we need to prepare grain, grass, soldiers and horses, and the Ministry of Revenue needs to allocate money as soon as possible..."

Yan Kesong methodically told him everything Lu Wan told him.

The princes nodded.

Now, there are only three sides that can mobilize troops. Without any orders, Yang Yiqing knows that he will rush to help Datong, and he will be in command safely.

And Wala only has 50,000 soldiers and horses, so he should not dare to invade the capital.

"What the Ministry of War said is true!"

Yan Chengjin was quite satisfied.

Datong is adjacent to three sides, and it is the fastest to mobilize troops and horses from three sides. Moreover, there are walls on three sides, so it can resist the enemy with a small number of troops.

This question.

Dad arranged everything from generals to military pay and equipment.

It's a bit like the Minister of the Ministry of War.

Lu Wan had something.

"Military pay, I'm afraid we have to wait."

Wang Qiong bowed to the Emperor Hongzhi.

Local warehouses were built all over the world, and people from all over the world came to ask for money. They were immediately emptied, and they could only wait for the spices from the Tang and Song Dynasties to be transported to the capital.

"The spices from the Tang and Song Dynasties have arrived in Baoding Prefecture and will arrive in the capital in two days."

Datong's granary is still enough to support the army and will not delay the war.

After the court meeting was over, Yan Kesong hurriedly returned to the duty room to write an edict and asked the spies to be sent to the border of Ningxia and the capital camp in a hurry.

A day passed in the blink of an eye. Wang Jian, the envoy of the Tang and Song Dynasties, arrived in Beijing. As if he had received the news, he rushed to deliver the spices to the capital.

The time was suddenly shortened by one day.

Wang Qionglai held the accounts in his hands and reported to the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi.

"The spices can be exchanged for more than thirteen million taels of silver. If they are not put into the national treasury, will I give them to good merchants directly in exchange for silver?"

There was a look of contemplation between the brows of the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi.

I arrived in Beijing early and got twice as many spices as a gift?

"Wang Qing's family notified the envoys of the Tang and Song Dynasties?"

Wang Qiong raised his head in shock, "I didn't inform you."

In Dawala, the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi was still uneasy and wanted to know where Wang Shouren was going.

After studying abroad for several years, there was no trace. How could a Confucian general like him who could survive the rebellion die so easily?

"Leave it directly to a good merchant."

After Wang Qiong exited, the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi looked at Xiao Jing, squinting his eyes slightly and asked, "Where is Wang Shouren?"

"This slave doesn't know either." Xiao Jing was a little confused.

He should be dead...

"In the past few days, we have sent people to keep an eye on the new emperor and the envoys of the Tang and Song Dynasties. Don't let the traitor deliver the message."

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi guessed that the traitor would probably send a message to the Tang and Song Dynasties.

The Celestial Empire did not interfere in the internal affairs of the tributaries.

This is an unwritten rule.

…

East Palace,

Wang Jian stood in front of Zhu Houzhao and handed him a letter.

"Dear Ming Emperor, this is a gift given to me by my mentor. I hope you can open it in person when no one is around."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help grinning.

This was the first time that the fool had written a reply to him. He opened it and took a look: I am ashamed of the imperial court, and hope that the new emperor will not send any more letters. He will burn it after reading it.

"Huh? That's it?"

Zhu Houzhao turned the letter over and looked at it several times. Wang Shouren didn't report the people's livelihood in the Tang and Song Dynasties?

How did this allow him to govern the Tang and Song Dynasties?

At least give me a map of the Tang and Song dynasties today.

Wang Jian also didn't know what his mentor wrote to Zhu Houzhao, "I want to return to the Tang and Song Dynasties, so I must retire first."

Having delivered the spices, there was no need to stay at the court any longer.

Moreover, his mentor told him to return to the Tang and Song Dynasties quickly this time and not stay in the capital for more than one day.

Gu Dayong walked in and saw Zhu Houzhao blushing. "Sir, people from the Tang and Song Dynasties brought spices. Liangxiang is very lively. Do you want to go and have a look?"

Zhu Houzhao turned a blind eye and looked like he was deep in thought, "No!"

This idiot only sent the message to Lao Gao.

But I am the emperor!

He took out a piece of plain white letter paper and quickly wrote an imperial edict on the paper. If Wang Shouren didn't send him a letter...

I haven't been angry with Master Wang for a long time.

Gu Dayong often sent messages to Zhu Houzhao, and he also knew some secrets. He whispered: "Master, I just heard that the Supreme Emperor will send someone to keep an eye on you..."

"Father knows, he won't blame me, just go ahead."

Zhu Houzhao didn't care. His father was already suspicious last time and just pretended not to know.

A few days ago, in the side hall, my father secretly met with Commander Mou. After that, Yang Qianhu disappeared. He must have been secretly sent to the Tang and Song Dynasties.

He had to tell the idiot about this.

…

Beijing, Chengxian Street.

Taking advantage of Wang Jian's visit to the palace, the caravan had already unloaded the spices to the Hubu Yamen and stated the quantity of the ironware being traded.

With iron weapons, you can exchange them for nomadic horses and increase the number of cavalry.

"Let's go without purchasing silk."

At night, on the official road from the capital to Baoding Prefecture, a fast horse gradually approached the caravan.

Gu Dayong was worried about his companion, and wanted to find an opportunity to hand it over quietly, but Wang Jianjian left the capital.

"Master Wang, it's the old rules."

Wang Jian lifted the car curtain, took the letter, and lit the fire without saying a word.

Gu Dayong wanted to kick him to death and rushed forward, "Mr. Wang, what are you doing...?"

"My mentor said that if the new emperor sends a message, he will burn it immediately."

Wang Jian looked calm and allowed the letter in his hand to burn. At this moment, a group of black cavalry rushed out of the forest and surrounded the caravan in the blink of an eye.

One of them fired an arrow at the carriage.

…

The next day, it was early in the morning.

The officials came to the left and right to seal their doors, but Xiao Jing announced that they did not need to go to court.

Li Dongyang looked at Xie Qian next to him in confusion. Xie Qian shook his head in confusion, and Yan Chengjin was also a little confused.

At this time, in Qianqing Palace.

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi stood beside the imperial collapse, holding a corner of the envelope in his hand, and Zhu Houzhao kneeling in front of him.

"To whom is it written?"

Zhu Houzhao snatched it from Wang Jian's hand with a look like he was looking at a fool. Who else could it be written to?

"The King of Siam."

Xiao Jing was careful: "The new emperor likes to call Wang Shouren an idiot. It should be... written to Wang Shouren."

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi looked stern in vain, "Hurry up and say it!"

"Tang and Song Dynasties..."

"I told you once, why did you write to the Tang and Song Dynasties again?!"

"Father knew it and still asked."

"..." Xiao Jing.

Half an hour later, the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi was speechless and ordered someone to tell Yan Chengjin to come.

Soon, Yan Chengjin came to the main hall.

Zhu Houzhao frantically sent him a signal, and saw the letter in the hand of the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi, so he probably guessed the ending.

He was doing crazy calculations in his mind, looking for loopholes in the Emperor's logic.

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi looked at Yan Chengjin and said calmly: "I want to ask you, was Wang Shouren alive in the Tang and Song Dynasties?"

"exist."