The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

But Ma Wensheng still manages so much.

This kind of performance is too scary. In fact, Ma Wensheng was scared himself, and his fart was peeing.

Like a lunatic, he continued to break in.

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In the hall, the discussion surrounding the slashing of three hundred people has entered a stage of intense heat.

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

Emperor Hongzhi's mind is all in Datong, how great is this victory.

Flying teams only talk about great victory, but they are obviously in the air, and it is impossible to check. The so-called good news, even the sub-teams cannot prove themselves, what is the point?

The question now is whether the Tatars have retreated, is Datong still at stake.

Yang Tinghe looked blankly and looked at Fang Jifan.

Peer is the enemy.

Originally, Yang Tinghe had a beautified life, he became the governor of the Chancellery, and he was specifically responsible for teaching the prince. After Ketong, he will soon become a servant of a certain department, and then, at a very fast rate, he will become a cabinet bachelor, and even ... in the future he will become a cabinet assistant.

What he continues is the path that countless predecessors have taken.

As a result ... The crown prince ran away and walked to Xishan every day. I don't know what to do. I was in a very embarrassing situation.

"Beheading three hundred, Dingyuanhou, this is what you said, if you make a false report of war, be careful not to allow the national law."

The reader is a scholar, and the business level is superb. Fang Jifan only believes in Shen Ao, so he believes that there will definitely be three hundred heads. Yang Tinghe and Fang Jifan directly help him.

It is a serious crime to falsely report war achievements.

But his voice fell, and suddenly someone coughed desperately, gasping like a bellows, and then the whole person was almost paralyzed on the ground, and said hardly: "Your Majesty ... a good news ... a good news ..."

Ma Wensheng walked a few miles and finally arrived here. He was still a weak member of the Ministry of Military Affairs, but his body was very weak. When he reached the Chongwen Temple, he was almost exhausted, but he still arched his hand high: "Great victory ... "

Then, almost exhausted, he fell to the ground.

The most sad thing about Ma Wensheng is that he always appears unlucky on occasions that should not appear.

For example, now he is exhausted and paralyzed. He just fell to the ground as if he were thumping on the street. At this time, the first reaction should be, Magong, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? , Quickly call the doctor.

but……

Ma Wensheng was like magic, but he did not pay attention to him.

Emperor Hongzhi emerged.

All Hanlin suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan looked back in amazement.

Everyone stared at Ma Wensheng, who was paralyzed to the ground. No, it was the performance newspaper he was holding in his hand.

Xiao Jing couldn't wait to say a word. He stepped forward and walked to Ma Wensheng, lowering his body. He seemed to forget that the poor soldier of the Ministry of Military Affairs was so angry that he faced the ground, whether he was dead or fainted, but he reached out and broke up Ma Wensheng With a clenched performance, he broke his fingers apart and started the performance. Xiao Jing breathed heavily, and his eyes were still fixed on the performance. He stood up, and no one ignored Ma Wensheng.

"Nian!" Emperor Hongzhi shouted.

Even this emperor, who was famous for his kindness, forgot Ma Wensheng's existence at the moment.

Xiao Jing opened the report in a hurry, and bowed his head: "The Chief Military Officer of the Great Commander of the Great Harmony Department said in the middle of the gold: 'The Tatar invaded, leading the countless people to attack Datong, Datong, the military and civilians of the Datong, everyone was angry and wanted to fight against it. Sometimes Tatars are working carefully, destroying the Datong customs wall, Datong ... is at stake. "

Xiao Jing remembered quickly, and then his pupils began to shrink: "Today my Datong guard barrier has been lost, the Tatars have been sent to the city, and they are willing to fight for death, serve the grace, and serve the whole faith ..."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with Xiao Jing's thinking of these insignificant things.

Does he fight deadly, is there a fart relationship now?

Zhu Hou said: "It's important to read."

Xiao Jing nodded his head and said: "There are towns and towns flying teams. At this critical moment, they rushed to the enemy camps overnight. It was night. The Tatar camps outside the customs towered into the sky, shouting and killing. The fire spread all night, and the teams flew back to dawn. , When the day was dawn, the servants did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly ordered the scout to go out of the gate, wherever the scout went, shocking, the Tatar camp, turned into nothingness overnight, Tatar Khan, etc., disappeared, the rest of the Tatar Everyone flees, and what remains on the ground are mostly unowned cattle and horses, scorched corpses everywhere, and even seriously wounded people.

Speaking of which.

Emperor Hongzhi suddenly relaxed.

It seems that Fang Jifan was right. There must be 300 people in the decapitation. Otherwise, how could the Tatars flee overnight and disappeared.

Fire attack camp ...

This flying team is amazing.

He looked at Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao with relief.

Yang Ting and his face were miserable, and the other Hanlin looked at each other.

This flying team, really made a big contribution?

But next, Xiao Jing showed a dumbfounded expression, he was a little ignorant, and he took a breath for a long time: "After some experience, it was night, the flying team killed the second member of Prince Tatar and the 67th Prince. , Two of the Prime Minister, one of the Taishi, Taibao, Taifu, etc., nine people; three captains, the rest of the captains, centuries, countless ... "

Although the Tatar prince is very confusing and tells the truth, anyone who has spent time in the Museum of History and History of the Hanlin Academy and who has repaired the metahistory may not be able to figure out why a general stationed in the border town will also be named prime minister. Or, if he is obviously a prince, but wants to give him a baobao, they admire the Mongolians' brains wide open. but……

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

Everyone who touches here is the backbone of the Tatar.

Killed so much?

In the Chongwen Temple, there was already some confusion, and everyone began to whisper.

Xiao Jingdao said: "The rest, etc., took the first rank and counted 15,000 people. They obtained cattle and horses, 70,000 heads, and tartar deserters. They counted 975 people. … "

Yang Tinghe also began to stop breathing.

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

He felt that destiny gave him a slap in the face, his legs were soft and he collapsed to the ground.

Fifteen thousand heads.

Moreover, this is obviously not a false pass.

Because all the numbers can be matched, for example, the above is clearly written, and there are 15,000 heads; there are also the number of seized cattle and horses that match it; even the captives of nearly a thousand have been captured and got Lots of horse feed.

Each number can be verified with each other. If you want to cheat, it is impossible.

Moreover, this play is written by the Chief Military Officer of Datong. Why do people brag about the flying team? Misrepresenting the merits of war, and reporting so much, this is to kill, why?

The emperor Hongzhi was dumbfounded, and his eyes looked a little vacant, and there was a feeling of turning in front of him.

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

But 15,000 people.

This is almost like a annihilation battle.

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

The Tatars were directly hit hard. This battle really was ...

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with your Majesty?" Xiao Jing looked at His Majesty and was busy stepping forward.

The emperor Hongzhi supported his forehead: "Nothing, nothing, I can slow down, just slow down, take it, take it, I ... I want to see it myself."

Xiao Jing busy is offering a play.

Suddenly, Emperor Hongzhi began to shine his eyes, which was miraculous, and he began to become dragon and tiger fierce again, and his eyes released a fine light.

This beam of fine light glanced over the play.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and shot the case: "Well, this is the majesty of the Han army."

Zhu Houzhao was a little bit dumbfounded.

Fifteen thousand people, even if it is to kill fifteen thousand cattle, it is also very hard work. For this point, Zhu Houzhao has a deep feeling. Killing cattle is not easy. This can fly the team. Three hundred people killed so many Tatars overnight.

Zhu Houzhao recovered, and suddenly his eyes began to shine. He crossed his hands and suddenly, it was magical.

I am Zhu Houzhao, there will be today!

He was proud, and was about to speak.

Fang Jifan has calmed down, great merit, great merit ... He is about to share his joy with Zhu Houzhao, and when he sees Zhu Houzhao with his hands on his hips, he immediately feels that ... this guy seems not humble enough.

Fang Jifan grabbed Zhu Houzhao and pulled down fiercely.

Zhu Houzhao staggered, just about to yell, what is Laben Palace doing?

He subconsciously worshipped, and on the other side, Fang Jifan said aloud: "Secretary Jifan ... Congratulations to His Majesty, His Majesty He Xi, the flying team relies on the spirit of the ancestors, attacking Tatar, His Majesty the Hong En mighty, and defeating the Huzhong at one stroke Do the best of His Majesty's Benevolence, My Emperor's Virtue, Long live My Emperor! "

Zhu Houzhao knelt down, looked at the plate with his eyes, and looked admiringly toward the father emperor.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something straight ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Fang Jifan took advantage of the situation and pinched him on his arm.

Zhu Houzhao murmured angrily: "Don't pinch me!"

But he also understood the meaning of Fang Jifan and had to say: "Father Emperor controls the world with benevolence, flying team soldiers, all admiring Father Emperor Ende, Father Emperor is amazing, Father Emperor is great ..."

The words "awesome" were learned from Fang Jifan.

He seemed listless, but continued: "Long live the father and emperor, long live, long live!"

"..."

In the chaos of the Chongwen Temple, many people began to understand what was going on.

Then Hanlin also said: "Congratulations, His Majesty, His Majesty He Xi, Long live my emperor!

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