The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Zhengdan, Fengtian Hall.

Two months had passed since Wei Guogong Xu Er went south, and Wang Busui went to the south to sell wine.

When the news came back, Yan Chengjin couldn't help but frown. Cantonese businessmen spread rumors among the public that this was fake wine. The people didn't think it looked like the wine they usually drink, so they took it seriously.

Three hundred thousand taels, just wasted like this?

impossible.

Arriving at Dongnuan Pavilion, Yan Chengjin said to Zhu Houzhao, "The new emperor is going on a hunting trip to Nanhaizi?"

"Lao Gao, what do you have in mind?"

Zhu Houzhao could go secretly, but he did not issue an imperial edict to withdraw his troops, which made the princes a little unhappy, fearing that they would miss out on official duties.

Now that he saw Yan Chengjin coming to him, he knew that this guy had something to ask for.

"Winter is the time for hunting. Paozi and deer need to go out to find food. But if the new emperor can resist hunting at this time, will the princes and people not praise the new emperor?"

Why are you hunting? Help me sell wine.

After Yan Chengjin made crazy calculations, he spoke before Zhu Houzhao: "During festivals, the court has a tradition of giving banquets to hundreds of officials to pray to heaven."

Even the frugal Emperor Hongzhi would give banquets to officials during the Zhengdan and Mid-Autumn Festivals to win over people's hearts.

Half a day later, Zhu Houzhao sent a decree to give a banquet to all the officials. The officials were not willing to attend the banquet, but it was a ceremony to pray for blessings from heaven and earth.

Just like the emperor helping the plow for spring plowing, he agreed.

In the Wenhua Hall, Zhu Houzhao sat on the throne at the top. There were delicacies on the low table, and the princes pushed cups and changed cups.

"This is yellow, doesn't smell like it, but tastes like... urine."

"puff…"

I saw the muddy yellow wine in the glass, with a layer of foam floating on top.

Huang Jin couldn't help but spit out the incident.

"This is a new wine from Liangxiang. It will be more effective after being stored on ice for a while. Sir, why don't you try it?" Yan Chengjin motioned for all the young eunuchs to change.

After waiting for the new drink to arrive, Li Dongyang took a few sips and it seemed to taste really good.

Wu Wei, the top painter who was recording the Di Bao, quickly drew this scene and was named "Zhengde's Dinner". The Di Bao spread outside the palace.

Of course, the real painting was sealed up by Yan Chengjin.

After three rounds of drinking, the clerk held an urgent memorial in his hand and said to Yan Kesong: "This is a sparse memorial sent back by Yang Yiqing, the commander-in-chief of the three sides."

The corner of Li Dongyang's eyes turned from enjoying the singing and dancing to the civil servants.

The Ministry of War's sparse memorials are mostly urgent memorials.

Yan Kesong was a little nervous, so he opened the book and took a few glances. After Yang Yiqing entered Wala, there was no news at all. I wonder if he was completely wiped out?

His hands started to shake a little, and he opened them all when he caught a glimpse of the word "Jie" from the corner of his eye.

"Were they all wiped out?" Jiang Mian asked.

"The new Emperor Shengming, a great victory, a great victory!"

Li Dongyang looked at Yan Kesong who was sitting on the seat, and then turned to look at Zhu Houzhao not far away, as if he was dreaming.

Can this be won?

Zhu Houzhao cheered up, raised his wine glass and was very happy, and ordered the young eunuch to bring a few more jars of wine.

The princes were speechless.

In November, the grassland will undoubtedly be covered with wind and snow. Can we win this battle? The Tang and Song Dynasties sent 150,000 troops... Could it be that the new emperor sent another message to the Tang and Song Dynasties?

"Do you think that the kings of the Tang and Song Dynasties should be given leather armor and clothing?"

Zhu Houzhao glanced at Yan Chengjin.

Yan Chengjin lowered his head, what does this dog emperor think he does?

After the banquet dispersed, and when they passed through the Zuoye Gate, a cool breeze blew in the cold night, the lantern in the little eunuch's hand went out, and there was darkness, and all the officials were tripped one after another.

The next day, it was early in the morning.

After hearing what was reported last night, Zhu Houzhao sat on the throne with the roster and asked, "Master Li?"

"...Arrived." Li Dongyang glanced above.

"Master Jiang?"

"...I'm here." Jiang Mian said with some resistance.

"Lao Gao?"

"I'm here," Yan Chengjin said.

Last night, there was a stampede among officials at Zuoyemen, and Huang Jin's leg was trampled on by a member of staff.

Zhu Houzhao did it?

On the contrary, the princes secretly blamed the new emperor for holding a New Year's Day banquet, which brought disaster.

After a while, Zhu Houzhao sent Gu Dayong to collect tribute from the internal funds and go to the palace of hundreds of officials to express condolences.

…

Xuanfu, Huanghua Town.

After passing here, it is the boundary of Gyeonggi Province. Yang Yiqing's face is solemn. The Tang and Song Dynasties used Han military techniques, and they were very proficient.

He has guarded many places in Gansu for many years and is quite familiar with the horse politics in the Western Regions.

There were thirty-six countries in the Western Regions in ancient times. Although they were gradually annexed later, I have never heard of any dynasty that was so familiar with Han military strategies.

The general who saw him didn't seem like someone setting up a formation.

"Master Yang will definitely be promoted if he kills Wala Khan." Lieutenant General Qian Zhong said happily.

Yang Yiqing shook his head and said: "As long as Yan Kesong is in the Ministry of War, I will not be promoted."

The imperial court will choose one of them to serve as Minister of War. With Yan Chengjin here, senior brother Li Dongyang is also in a dilemma.

"I am confused. Is the general who rushed into the camp in front really Ling Shisan?"

"The general has met this man when he was guarding Linshan to suppress the bandits. There is no mistake."

An hour later, dozens of soldiers led by Yang Yiqing entered the western district of the capital and arrived in front of Yan's mansion.

After a few clicks, the doorman yelled out a code word: Whose house did you steal the light from when you were a kid?

"???" Yang Yiqing.

There were rules for visiting the Yan family, but after trying to remember for a moment, he said angrily: "It's been more than forty years, who still remembers!"

"..." Menzi.

"Go and report to your young master that I led my own soldiers in without opening the door."

In the new courtyard, Yan Chengjin was about to enter the study when the gatekeeper ran over and said, "Master, Yang Yiqing wants to see you."

Yang Yiqing returned to Beijing and did not pay the order, so why did he come to his house?

Yan Chengjin couldn't help but think deeply and speculate carefully.

"No."

After analyzing, Yang Yiqing came to see him for the following reasons.

First, his father was the Minister of War, but he had made great contributions and it was difficult to be conferred. Could he come to him to help him? How could Yang Yiqing be so stupid? Excluded.

Second, what did he find in Wala? Wang Shouren should not reveal his tracks, so he ruled it out.

Third, what did Yang Yiqing infer on his own? It is possible. After all, he is a man as good at planning as Li Dongyang, unlike a reckless man like his father.

"Lord Yang said that he wants to see you even if he breaks in."

Yan Chengjin thought about it and ordered someone to take Yang Yiqing to the study.

Yang Yiqing walked through the courtyard. This dog official knew how to enjoy himself. The official thought that he lived in the old courtyard.

This landscape should prolong his life.

Muttering in his heart, he walked into the study, how could he close the door.

"Lord Yang, please have some tea."

"You are thoughtful, right?"

"..." Yan Chengjin.

Yang Yiqing snorted and sat down, staring at Yan Chengjin: "I saw Ling Shisan, a bandit in Poyang Lake, in Wala. What is your relationship with Tang and Song?"

Here comes the soul-searching question.

Yan Chengjin knew Ling Shisan. He was originally the leader of a bandit. After being influenced by Wang Shouren, he became a general under his command with his martial arts.

"Why do you have to think so long? Are you making up excuses?"

Yang Yiqing's eyes fixed, "Whatever you say next, I won't believe it."