Dao Fruit

After returning to the Privy Council, Wang Jing said to Geng Chi in a somewhat complaining tone: "Brother Geng, you received the news, why didn't you tell me in advance, I almost lost my manners in front of His Majesty."

When Li Kun asked the question just now, Wang Jing failed to answer in time, which inevitably left a bad impression, and it is impossible that there was no impact at all. Now that he has come to his senses, of course he has to express his feelings.

In theory, he is not responsible for Qiu Yan's news, but if there is any trace, he should always inform him.

Geng Chi listened and replied apologetically: "Brother Wang, calm down, I didn't mean to conceal it, there is actually an inside story." When Geng Chi led the army, he traveled north and south and won several victories. He was very powerful, but since he entered the Privy Council, he gradually kept a low profile and didn't easily quarrel with others. Even those with lower official positions than him smiled at him.

In essence, it was the imperial instruction of "ruling the military with the civil". After all, he was born as a military officer. Although he had the status of a prime minister, many literati still disliked him and would easily find fault with him. Of course, he had to be more careful. Now that he heard Wang Jing's complaints, he naturally had to explain the matter clearly.

"Oh? There is something else?" Wang Jing was also surprised when he heard it. He thought it was an excuse, but he still followed Geng Chi to his office and watched him pull out a drawer from a cabinet.

This room is very large, occupied by rows of cabinets. The cabinets are somewhat similar to medicine cabinets, divided into small drawers, and there are labels on the drawer doors, with words written on them, mostly place names and regions.

The drawer that Geng Chi pulled out had the six words "Guanwai Road, Dajie Mountain" written on it. He took out a note from it and handed it over.

"It's just a piece of news? If Qiu Yan is found, you must arrange for someone to take him back, right?" Wang Jing looked puzzled. He took the note and unfolded it. His eyelids jumped again, "What's going on?"

Geng Chi smiled bitterly: "This is exactly why I didn't tell my brother. Qiu Yan's movements are too bizarre, and the news is also very vague, so it's hard to tell the truth. So I asked the spy to find out the truth again."

"So that's it," Wang Jing calmed down after the initial surprise, "This kind of news must be verified before it can be reported. This is also a safe move for you, I wronged you."

Geng Chi sighed: "I didn't expect that His Majesty would suddenly get sick. This matter was too sudden, so it was not handled well."

"In fact, it's not sudden." Wang Jing said this. He stopped talking about this matter, but Geng Chi already understood the meaning in his heart.

Li Kun was very diligent and diligent. This behavior was described in history books, and later generations praised it, but it was not a good thing for contemporary court officials. No one wanted his boss to be such a workaholic. Not only did he not rest, but he also intervened everywhere. In this way, it was hard not to be tired.

Besides, many ministers have already noticed Li Kun's forgetfulness. After all, he often makes memorials and is repeatedly asked about a certain issue. Once or twice is fine, but if it happens too many times, it will inevitably arouse suspicion and speculation.

However, it is not appropriate to judge the king by the minister in the etiquette system, so Wang Jing can only stop there. It is understood but not expressed in words.

As they talked, the topic returned to the intelligence. After exchanging a few words, the two privy envoys decided not to report the matter first and figure out Qiu Yan's purpose first. Of course, they also had to carry out Li Kun's instructions at the same time. It would be best to bring the original copy of the military classic to the capital first.

After the discussion was over, Wang Jing left. He still had a lot of things to do. Now that Rouluo had been in chaos and Zuo Xian had surrendered, his heads were on the way to the capital. This move would surely anger the Rouluo people. Even if there were still official forces in the court that opposed the war, those who were in charge of military and political affairs could not pin their hopes on peace. They needed to prepare for war in advance. In addition, the emperor was determined to fight, and there were many things to do.

If a war was to start, they would definitely not be like Xiao Lan, who brought enough dry food for a few days and attacked with cavalry, coming and going like the wind. Instead, they had to be prepared for a tug-of-war. Whether it was war or peace, there had to be a military finale.

The Ministry of War was concerned about the deployment of equipment and logistics, but the Privy Council, as the top level of military and political affairs, could not help but ask about it. What's more, the determination of the overall strategy, the mobilization of military and garrison troops, and other major direction plans could not be made without the Privy Council. Wang Jing and another Privy Council deputy envoy would be busy with this matter in the coming days, and even Geng Chi would have to ask about it.

However, there was still some free time for him, so after sending Wang Jing away, Geng Chi pondered for a moment, came to the corner of the room, knocked three times on a copper pipe, took out a piece of paper, crumpled it into a ball, opened the cover on the pipe, and threw it down.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

A crisp sound came out, and there was a complex system busy underground. Someone took out the paper ball, marked it with urgency, passed it layer by layer, and finally sent it to the camp outside the city.

The Privy Envoy was in charge of military affairs, and it was actually taboo to contact the military directly like this, but the matter was not as big as the human relationship, and Geng Chi would not act rashly unless it was a special promotion.

In the big tent of the Beijing camp, a heroic man sat in the first seat and was talking with the generals. A messenger brought the news from the Privy Council and handed it to his hand. After reading it, he tore the paper into pieces.

"Everyone," then the heroic man cleared his throat and said, "Just now, the Grand Marshal sent a message."

The others immediately fell silent and listened.

"The news is about Qiu Xiuzhuan."

As the heroic man finished speaking, the tent became lively again.

"Qiu Xiuzhuan? Number One Scholar?"

"But you want the Number One Scholar and the classics to return to Beijing? I have long wanted to take a look at the military classics!"

"Lao Li, why are you joining in the fun? You old boy can't read!"

"Why are you so anxious? Even though you have been studying for a few days, you are not a scholar and your knowledge is limited. Do you know that those classics are originally blessed with magical powers? With just a look, you can understand the truth even if you don't know the words! "

"Is there such a thing?"

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Our military strategist's classics are also humane classics. How can they be blessed with magical powers? What are magical powers? As soon as our military reaches strength, our supernatural powers will fall apart. How can they be compared with the original military strategist's classics?"

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The heroic man looked at the reactions of everyone in the tent and nodded secretly. He already knew about Qiu Yan's life and knew that he was more inclined to Confucian literature, but the civil servants had been slightly repelled by him a while ago. There was a rift between them, and it was easiest for military strategists to win people over when they showed goodwill, so they allowed the general's goodwill toward Qiu Yan to spread.

When the discussion subsided slightly, the man said again: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you. Qiu Xiuzan did not return to Beijing. He arrived in Dingchang first, and then went to the northern Xinjiang along the way. He said he wanted to keep improving and improve the classics."

Someone immediately praised: "After all, he is a learned man who can read military classics. His ambition is lofty, but he is not complacent! He is different from those weak civil servants who have their eyes set high above their heads!"

"This is exactly what I want to say," the heroic man continued, "Some of you have connections in northern Xinjiang, so you need to activate these connections. Pass a message over and let them pay attention."

This is about using human resources. When all the generals heard this, they all paid attention and were curious.

This kind of thing is not uncommon. The treatment of the Beijing camp is higher than that of the border troops, but they are not under each other's control. However, those who can come to the capital to serve as commanders, in addition to noble sons and daughters, are mostly generals who have made military exploits in the frontiers. When these people come to the capital, they will have closer contact with their comrades in the frontiers. Their personal relationships will become stronger and they will support each other. It's an open secret.

Anything that requires the use of this relationship is mostly an order that is not convenient for public release, otherwise official channels should be used. Wouldn't it be safer?

The heroic man added: "The news I received said that after leaving Dingchang, Qiu Xiuzhuan went eastward along the border of northern Xinjiang for two days. He has clashed with three Hu tribes and will be arrested. The people of the Central Plains were released and some of them fled to Dali. This is the news. "

"Going along the edge? Conflict with the three tribes? Could it be that Duke Zhuangyuan fought against the tribe with one person? Even if he is a master of fate cultivation, he will be suppressed by the anger of that tribe."

Many people here have rich battlefield experience. Some of them have spent many years in northern Xinjiang, and they immediately grasped the key.

The heroic man said at the right moment: "It is exactly what you need to mobilize to confirm the authenticity of this matter. It is of great importance. If you don't understand Qiu Xiuzhan's purpose and rashly announce the summons in the name of the Privy Council and the Ministry of War, it may be self-defeating and give him It brings unnecessary trouble, do you understand this? "

The generals looked at each other, and finally nodded and accepted the order, but they also started to murmur in their hearts.

"It seems that although the champion is a great figure, he is not a peaceful person. After the death of King Zuo Xian, Rouluo will find it difficult to step down. If there is another wave in the grassland, even if it is just a small wave, the number of If there are more, a storm will brew! However, it’s too big to be alone. Even a monk can’t defeat four hands. How can someone who can read classics not think of this?”

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Qiu Yan, who everyone said was brewing a storm, was currently standing on the top of a hill, looking intently. At the end of his sight, there was a cloud of popularity gathering.

This cloud cannot be seen by people without cultivation. It represents a place where people gather. On the grassland, this kind of scene shows that there is a tribal settlement.

At the foot of the hill, there was a group of ragged people gathered. The number of people was quite large. A rough calculation showed that there were hundreds of people. Among them were old and young, men and women. They were sitting around and sharing cooked food. Many people devoured the food in an indecent manner, as if they had not eaten for several days.

Between swallows, someone would look up at the hills from time to time and carefully observe Qiu Yan.

"Ran Lian, what do you mean when you say that this man rescued us and said those words? How can people like us fight against the barbarians? Isn't that asking for death?"

Soon, someone whispered.

As soon as the voice fell, a man who looked about thirty years old narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

"It's hard to say for sure now, but if he hadn't saved us, the rest of our lives would have been miserable."

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