The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son - Chapter 561

[561. Chapter 548 My Emperor’s Holy Virtue]

But how could Ma Wensheng care so much?

Such a report was so scary that Ma Wensheng himself was so frightened that he peed his pants.

Like a madman, he continued to push in.

………

In the palace, the discussion surrounding the killing of three hundred people has entered a heated stage.

Shen Wen’s mood was very complicated. He didn’t like his son to be a bet. This was his son. He was born from his own blood. He was not an object.

Emperor Hongzhi’s thoughts were all on Datong. How great was this good news?

The Flying Team only talks about a great victory, but obviously they can’t verify it in the air. Even the Flying Team themselves can’t prove the so-called victory, so what’s the point?

The question now is whether the Tatars have retreated or not, and whether Datong is still in danger.

Yang Tinghe looked at Fang Jifan expressionlessly.

Peers are enemies.

Originally Yang Tinghe had a beautified life. He became Zhan Shifu of Zhan Shifu and was responsible for teaching the prince. Without Fang Jifan, even if His Highness the Prince was naughty, he could teach the Prince a few days a month. As the imperial teacher, under His Royal Highness the Prince After Ke succeeded to the throne, he would quickly become a minister of a certain ministry, and then he would become a cabinet bachelor at an extremely fast speed, and even… he could even become the chief assistant bachelor of the cabinet in the future.

What he continues is the path taken by countless predecessors.

As a result… the prince ran away, sneaking away to Xishan every day, doing whatever he wanted, and he, the Zhanshifu Zhanshi, fell into an extremely embarrassing situation.

“Behead three hundred people, Marquis Dingyuan. This is what you said. If you falsely report your military exploits, be careful that the national law does not allow it.”

A scholar is a scholar, and his professional skills are superb. Fang Jifan just believed in Shen Ao, so he thought there would definitely be three hundred heads, and Yang Tinghe directly helped Fang Jifan secure his position. Otherwise, it would be false claims of military exploits.

False reporting of military exploits is a serious crime.

But when he finished speaking, someone suddenly coughed desperately, gasping for air like a bellows. Then the whole person almost collapsed on the ground and said with difficulty: “Your Majesty… Good news… Good news…”

Ma Wensheng walked for several miles and finally arrived here. , he was the Minister of the Ministry of War, but his body was very weak. When he reached Chongwen Hall, he was almost exhausted, but he still held up the report in his hand: “What a great victory…”

Then, he almost lost his strength, Thrown to the ground.

The saddest thing about Ma Wensheng is that he always unluckily appears in situations where he shouldn’t.

For example, now, he is exhausted and paralyzed, as if throwing himself on the street, falling directly to the ground. At this time, when everyone sees the Secretary of the Ministry of War falling to the ground, the first reaction should be, Magong, what’s wrong with you, what’s wrong with you, hurry up , call the imperial doctor quickly.

But…

Ma Wensheng seemed to have cast a spell, and no one paid attention to him.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly rose up.

All Hanlin fell into silence.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked back in shock.

Everyone was staring at Ma Wensheng who collapsed on the ground, no, it was the memorial he was holding in his hand.

Without saying anything, Xiao Jing stepped forward and walked to Ma Wensheng. He lowered his body and seemed to have forgotten that the poor Minister of the Ministry of War was already breathless. He fell to the ground with his face, dead or fainting, but he reached out and opened Ma Wensheng’s body. He opened the memorial with his fingers one by one, and took the memorial into his hands. Xiao Jing breathed heavily, but still stared at the memorial. He stood up, and no one paid attention to Ma Wensheng.

“Read it!” Emperor Hongzhi shouted.

Even the emperor, who was always known for his gentleness, had forgotten Ma Wensheng’s existence at this moment.

Xiao Jing hurriedly opened the report and lowered his head: “My minister, Jin Zizhong, the chief military officer of Datong Dusi, reported: ‘The Tatars invaded and led countless troops to attack Datong. Everyone in the army and civilians of Datong was angry and wanted to fight with them. From time to time, the Tatars try to destroy the walls of Datong Pass, and Datong… is in danger.”

Xiao Jing read quickly, and his pupils began to shrink: “Now that the defense barriers of Datong Pass have been lost, the Tatars have arrived at the city. I want to. Fight to the death, repay Heaven’s grace, and be loyal and righteous…”

Emperor Hongzhi frowned, as if he was dissatisfied that Xiao Jing was thinking about these irrelevant things.

Does it have anything to do with whether he fights to the death or not and now?

Zhu Houzhao said: “It’s important.” Xiao Jing nodded

: “I have the Zhenguofu Flying Team. At this time of danger, they rushed to the enemy camp all night. That night, the Tatar camp outside the pass was blazing into the sky. There were shouts of killing and the fire spread. One night, the flying team did not return until dawn. When Tiangang dawned, I did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly ordered the scouts to come out. Wherever the scouts went, they were shocked. The Tatar camp was reduced to nothing overnight, and the Tatar Khan Wait, they are missing, and all the rest of the Tatars have fled. Most of what is left on the ground are ownerless cattle and horses. There are scorched corpses everywhere, and even people who were seriously injured and died. I ordered all the scouts to go out and verify the results of the battle…”

At this point …

at.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly relaxed.

It seems that Fang Jifan was right, there must have been three hundred people beheaded. Otherwise, how could the Tatars have fled overnight and disappeared without a trace.

Fire hits the camp…

This flying team is amazing.

He looked at Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao with relief.

Yang Tinghe’s face suddenly turned miserable, and the other Hanlins looked at each other in shock.

Is this flying team really making great achievements?

But then, Xiao Jing looked dumbfounded. He was a little confused. He took a breath after a long time: “After some experience, it was night. The flying team killed two Tatar princes and sixty-seven princes.” , two prime ministers, one grand master, Taibao, Taifu, etc., totaling nine people; three captains of ten thousand, and the remaining captains of thousands and hundreds, countless…”

Although the Tatars’ official titles are very confusing, To be honest, anyone who has spent time in the Literature and History Museum of the Hanlin Academy or studied the history of the Yuan Dynasty may not be able to figure out why a general stationed in a border town was named prime minister, or why, even though he was a prince, he was given the title of prime minister. He appointed a Taibao, and they admired the Mongolians’ imagination. But…

no one can deny that only prominent people can entrust these positions.

Everyone named here is the backbone of the Tatar tribe.

Killed so many?

There was some confusion in Chongwen Hall, and everyone began to whisper.

Xiao Jing said: “The rest of the people took 5,000 heads, 70,000 cattle and horses, and captured 975 Tatar deserters. 60,000 dans of horse materials… …”

Yang Tinghe also began to stop breathing.

Not one hundred, not three hundred, this is fifteen thousand people!

He felt that fate had given him a slap in the face. His legs went weak and he collapsed directly to the ground.

Fifteen thousand heads.

Moreover, this is obviously not a false claim of merit.

Because all the numbers can be matched. For example, it is clearly written above that 15,000 heads were obtained; there was also a matching number of cattle and horses seized; nearly a thousand prisoners were even captured, and A lot of horse feed.

Every number can be verified by each other. It is impossible to cheat.

Moreover, this memorial was written by the general military officer of Datong. Why should I brag about it to the flying team? He lied about his military exploits and paid such a large sum. He was going to be beheaded. Why?

Emperor Hongzhi was stunned, his eyes looked a little weak, and he felt like the world was spinning in front of his eyes.

If there were three hundred people, even three thousand people would be acceptable.

But fifteen thousand people.

This is almost like a war of annihilation.

Datong, which was once in danger, is now safe.

And the Tatar suffered heavy losses directly. This battle was really…

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what’s wrong with you?” Xiao Jing saw His Majesty’s strange behavior and hurriedly stepped forward.

Emperor Hongzhi held his forehead and said, “Nothing, nothing. I’ll take a moment, just take a moment. Bring me the memorial. Bring me the memorial. I…want to see it with my own eyes.”

Xiao Jing hurriedly presented the memorial.

Suddenly, Emperor Hongzhi’s eyes began to shine, as if magically, and he began to become more energetic and fierce again, and his eyes shone brightly.

This beam of light passed over the memorial.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and clapped the document: “Okay, this is the majesty of the Han army.”

Zhu Houzhao himself was a little confused.

With 15,000 people, even if they kill 15,000 cows, it would still be very hard work. Regarding this, Zhu Houzhao has deep feelings. Killing cows is not easy. This is a flying team. Three hundred men killed so many Tatars in one night.

Zhu Houzhao came back to his senses. Suddenly, his eyes began to shine. He crossed his hands and suddenly became energetic.

I, Zhu Houzhao, will also have this day!

He looked triumphant and was about to speak.

Fang Jifan had calmed down. Great job, great job… He was about to share the joy with Zhu Houzhao. When he saw Zhu Houzhao with his hands on his hips, he immediately felt… This guy seemed to be not humble enough.

Fang Jifan grabbed Zhu Houzhao and pulled him down hard.

Zhu Houzhao staggered and was about to curse, “What are you doing?”

He subconsciously bowed down, and on the other side, Fang Jifan said loudly: “Your Majesty, Fang Jifan… congratulations to your Majesty, congratulations to your Majesty, the flying team relies on the spirit of its ancestors to attack the Tatars, and thanks to your majesty’s great kindness, it defeated the Hu people in one fell swoop. Your Majesty has done your best to be benevolent and saintly, and my emperor is holy and virtuous. Long live my emperor!”

Zhu Houzhao knelt down and praised his father with a look of admiration on his knees.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something honest.

Fang Jifan took advantage of the situation and pinched him hard on the arm.

Zhu Houzhao said angrily in a low voice: “Don’t pinch me!”

But he also understood what Fang Jifan meant, so he could only say: “My father controls the world with kindness, and all the soldiers on the flying team admire my father’s kindness. My father is great, my father is great.” “Awesome…”

I learned the word “Awesome” from Fang Jifan.

He seemed listless, but he continued: “Long live my father, long live, long live!”

“…”

The chaos in Chongwen Hall was gone, and many people began to understand what was going on.

Then some Hanlin people also hurriedly said: “Congratulations to your Majesty, congratulations to your Majesty, long live my emperor!”

The voices of praise are endless.

(End of chapter)