Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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But how could Ma Wensheng care so much.

This kind of report is really too scary. In fact, Ma Wensheng himself was scared, and the shit went out of his way.

He continued to rush in like a madman.

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In the hall, the discussion surrounding the beheading of three hundred people has entered a heated stage.

Shen Wen's mood is very complicated, he doesn't like his son to be a bet, this is his own son, born of his own blood, he is not an item.

Emperor Hongzhi's thoughts are all in Datong, how big is this good news.

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

The question now is whether the Tatars have retreated and whether Datong is still in jeopardy.

Yang Tinghe looked at Fang Jifan expressionlessly.

Colleagues are enemies.

Originally, Yang Tinghe had a beautified life. He became Zhan Shifu of Zhan Shifu, who was responsible for teaching the prince. If there was no Fang Jifan, even if His Royal Highness was naughty, he could teach the prince a few days a month. After Ke succeeds Datong, he will soon become the minister of a certain department, and then, at an extremely fast speed, he will be worshiped as a cabinet bachelor, and even...in the future, he will become the cabinet chief assistant bachelor.

What he continues is the path taken by countless predecessors.

As a result... the crown prince ran away, and slipped to Xishan every day, for some reason, and I, Zhan Shifu Zhan Shi, fell into an extremely embarrassing situation.

"Three hundred beheadings, Marquis Dingyuan, this is what you said. If you falsely report your military exploits, be careful that the laws of the country will not allow it."

A scholar is a scholar, with a superb professional level. Fang Jifan just believed in Shen Ao, so he thought that there must be three hundred heads, and Yang Tinghe directly helped Fang Jifan to confirm it. Otherwise, it would be a false report of military exploits.

False reporting of military exploits is a serious crime.

But after his words fell, someone suddenly coughed desperately, panting like a bellows, and then 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 is the Minister of the Ministry of War, but his body is very weak. When he reached the Chongwen Hall, he was almost exhausted, but he still arched the memorial in his hand: "Great victory... "

Then, almost exhausted, he fell to the ground.

The saddest thing about Ma Wensheng is that he is always unlucky to appear on occasions where he shouldn't be.

For example, now, he is exhausted and paralyzed, as if he was throwing himself on the street, and he fell to the ground. At this time, when everyone sees the minister of the Ministry of War lying on the ground, the first reaction should be, Ma Gong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you, hurry up , Call the imperial doctor quickly.

But……

It was as if Ma Wensheng had been cast by magic, and he managed to make no one pay attention to him.

Emperor Hongzhi jumped up suddenly.

All Hanlins were silent for a moment.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked back in astonishment.

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

Xiao Jing didn't wait to say anything, he strode forward and walked to Ma Wensheng's side, lowered his body, as if he forgot that the poor Minister of the Ministry of War was already so angry, his face was on the ground, whether he was dead or passed out, but he stretched out his hand and broke Ma Wensheng away Holding the memorial, he opened his fingers one by one, took the memorial, Xiao Jing breathed heavily, his eyes were still fixed on the memorial, stood up, no one paid any attention to Ma Wensheng.

"Read!" Emperor Hongzhi yelled.

Even the emperor, who had always been known for his kindness, forgot about Ma Wensheng's existence at this moment.

Xiao Jing hastily opened the newspaper and lowered his head: "My minister Jin Zizhong said: 'The Tatars invaded and led countless troops to attack Datong. The army and people of Datong were indignant and wanted to fight decisively. From time to time, there are Tatars working carefully, destroying the walls of Datong, and Datong... is in danger."

Xiao Jing read it quickly, and then his pupils began to shrink: "Today, the defense barrier of my Datong pass has been lost, and the Tatars have approached the city. I want to fight to the death, to repay the grace of God, with all loyalty..."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned, as if he was dissatisfied that Xiao Jing was reading these insignificant things.

If he fights to the death or not, what has something to do with it now?

Zhu Houzhao said: "Read the important ones."

Xiao Jing nodded and nodded: "There is a flying team from the Zhen Guofu. At this time of peril, they rushed to attack the enemy camp overnight. It was night, and the Tatar camp outside the pass was ablaze, shouting and killing everywhere. The fire spread all night. The flying team didn't return until dawn. , Waiting for the dawn of Tiangang, the minister dared not neglect, and hurriedly ordered the scouts to leave the customs. Wherever the scouts went, it was shocking. The Tatar camp disappeared overnight, and the Tatar Khans and others disappeared. All the people fled, and what was left on the ground were mostly ownerless cattle and horses, and there were charred corpses everywhere, and even those who were seriously injured and died. The ministers ordered the scouts to go out and verify the results of the battle..."

Speaking of which.

Emperor Hongzhi relaxed all of a sudden.

It seems that Fang Jifan was right, three hundred people must have been beheaded, otherwise, how could it be possible that the Tatars would have fled overnight without a trace.

The fire hit the camp...

This flying team is amazing.

He looked at Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao with relief.

Yang Tinghe's face suddenly became miserable, and the rest of Hanlin looked at each other in blank dismay.

This flying team has really made a great contribution?

But then, Xiao Jing showed a dumbfounded expression.

He was a little dazed, and took a long time to take a deep breath: "After checking, it was night, and the flying team killed two Tatar princes, sixty-seven princes, two prime ministers, one grand master, one grand protector, There are nine Taifu and others; three ten thousand commanders, and countless other thousand commanders and hundred commanders..."

Although the official titles of the Tatars are very chaotic, to be honest, anyone who has stayed in the Literature and History Museum of the Imperial Academy and has studied Yuan history may not understand why a general stationed in a border town is also named prime minister. Or, even though he is a prince, but he wants to be named a Taibao, they admire the Mongols for their open minds. But……

No one can deny that these positions can only be granted by prominent people.

Everyone mentioned here is the backbone of the Tatar Ministry.

Killed so many?

In the Chongwen Hall, there was already some confusion, and everyone started whispering.

Xiao Jingdao: "For the rest of the people, the heads they took were 15,000 people, the cattle and horses were 70,000, and the Tatar deserters were captives, 975 people were captured. The horse fodder was 60,000 dan... ..."

Yang Tinghe also started 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 limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Fifteen thousand heads.

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

Because all the numbers can be matched. For example, it is clearly written above that 15,000 heads were obtained; Lots of horse feed.

Every number can be confirmed by each other, and it is impossible to cheat.

Moreover, this memorandum was written by the commander-in-chief of Datong. Why should they brag to the flying team? Falsely reporting military achievements, and reporting so much, this is going to be beheaded, why?

Emperor Hongzhi was dumbfounded, his eyes looked a little weak, and there was a feeling that the world was spinning in front of his eyes.

If there are three hundred people, even three thousand people, it is acceptable.

But fifteen thousand people.

This is almost tantamount to a war of annihilation.

Datong, which was in jeopardy, is now safe and sound.

And the Tatars were directly injured, and this battle was really...

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you, Your Majesty?" Seeing His Majesty's strange behavior, Xiao Jing hurried forward.

Emperor Hongzhi supported his forehead: "It's nothing, nothing, I just take it easy, just take it easy, bring me the memorial, I'll take the memorandum, I... want to see it with my own eyes."

Xiao Jing is busy presenting memorials.

Suddenly, Emperor Hongzhi's eyes began to shine, which seemed miraculous, and he became fierce again, and his eyes shone brightly.

This ray of light flashed across the memorial.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and took a note: "Okay, this is the prestige of the Han army."

Zhu Houzhao himself was a little confused.

With 15,000 people, even if it is to kill 15,000 cattle, it is still a very hard work. Regarding this, Zhu Houzhao has a deep feeling. It is not easy to kill cattle. This is a flying team. Three hundred people killed so many Tatars overnight.

Zhu Houzhao came back to his senses, suddenly, his eyes began to shine, he crossed his hands, and suddenly, he became proud.

I, Zhu Houzhao, will have today!

He looked triumphant, and was about to speak.

Fang Jifan has calmed down, great work, great work...he was about to share the joy with Zhu Houzhao, when he saw Zhu Houzhao's hands on his hips, he immediately felt...this guy seems not humble enough.

Fang Jifan grabbed Zhu Houzhao and pulled him down hard.

Zhu Houzhao staggered, and was about to scold angrily, what is La Bengong doing?

He subconsciously bowed down, and on the other side, Fang Jifan said in a loud voice: "Minister Fang Jifan... Congratulations to Your Majesty, Congratulations to Your Majesty, the flying team relied on the spirit of their ancestors to attack the Tartars. Do your best for your majesty's benevolence and sage, my emperor's holiness, my emperor's long live!"

Zhu Houzhao knelt down, looking serious, with a look of admiration on his face, and praised his father.

He opened his mouth, a little bit about to say something straightforward.

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 Fang Jifan's meaning, so he could only say: "Father controls the world with benevolence, flying team soldiers, all admire the father's kindness, father is amazing, father is awesome..."

The three words, awesome, awesome, I learned from Fang Jifan.

He looked listless, but he continued: "Long live father, long live, long live, long live!"

"..."

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

Even Hanlin hurriedly said: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, long live my emperor!"

The sound of praise is endless.

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