Winner in life

In the past four years, the emperor watched his sons fight coldly, adding fuel to the fire from time to time, but secretly cultivated the tenth prince. Originally, he wanted to cultivate Xiaojiu, a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, who was just suitable for carving. As a result, Xiaojiu was too timid and wanted to leave the palace to build a mansion. There was no choice, so he had to continue to choose the next one. In fact, there was no choice. The tenth prince was nine years old, the eleventh prince was only five years old, the twelfth prince died young, and the thirteenth prince had just learned to walk. There was only the tenth prince.

The emperor felt quite regretful and helpless about this. There was no such thing as a perfect match in this world. He was wary of his adult sons, but his underage sons were too young. The eighth prince, who was just the right age, had poor qualifications. He would start a dyeing factory as soon as he was given a little color, and he was untrainable.

Fortunately, the tenth prince had good qualifications, and he felt quite accomplished in teaching him. Four years later, the tenth prince had made great progress. In a few more years, he would definitely be an excellent candidate for the crown prince. Four years later, he looked much older. Compared with other male members of the Yan royal family, he was already considered long-lived. But he still felt that it was not enough and hoped to have more time. Unfortunately, he, the emperor, could not transcend the destiny. Even if there was no blood poison, his body in his sixties would have entered old age. In the past few years, he was still confident that he could live to seventy years old, but this year his health suddenly deteriorated, and his vitality kept disappearing. No matter how many tonics he drank or how many medicinal baths he took, it was useless. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

However, he got a definite answer from the folk doctor that he still had at least seven or eight years to live. Seven or eight years? Enough, by then, the tenth prince would be twenty years old, enough to shoulder the burden of the country. By then, he would arrange for his other sons, and the tenth prince would be able to succeed to the throne smoothly. And he would become the longest-lived and longest-serving emperor since the founding of Yan.

As a result, when he saw this memorial and listened to Wei Zhenshan's analysis, he felt a heat rushing to his forehead, his head was buzzing, and his eyes were a little black.

"Your Majesty!" The eunuch hurried forward and gently patted his back to help him calm down, then took out a pill and fed it to him. The emperor took the pills and recovered after a while. He coughed and waved his hands, "You all leave."

There were only two of them left in the hall. The emperor stared at Ruihe: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Ruihe's eyes were full of appropriate concern. Seeing the emperor's question, he quickly restrained his expression and said solemnly: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I know that what I said will cause a sensation. After all, Dayan has not had wars for many years, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. They are most afraid of war. But I can guarantee with my head that what is said in the memorial is true. Xijue will definitely have different intentions. It will take at most ten years, at least five years. When he has strong soldiers and horses, he will definitely launch a counterattack. By then, our Dayan will be unprepared. How can we stop it? Your Majesty-" He leaned down, "Please make a wise decision."

The emperor held the armrest tightly, thinking of the records of the battle between Dayan and Xijue people that he had read before, "brave and fearless", "iron cavalry destroys the army", Xijue people are natural horse warriors. If Xijue really launched a war... How could Dayan, which has been content with enjoying itself for decades, resist it! He knew that over the years, the Yan soldiers had been suppressed by him and their spirit had long been worn down. They had become paper tigers that he could twist and pinch. If there was a war, he couldn't even find a person who could lead the troops in a hurry!

He gritted his teeth and finally got rid of the fear he imagined. He looked at Ruihe with heavy eyes: "Since you have these discoveries, why didn't you report them to the local general and governor?"

"Your Majesty, these discoveries have been confirmed recently. The general of Suicheng saw that I was about to return to Beijing to report on my work, so he asked me to bring them here to present in person to avoid panic and suspicion caused by the loss of the memorial. I have tried my best to find only these. If there are elite spies to investigate, more clues will definitely be found. Your Majesty, I have also found famous doctors in the border town in recent years. With the help of local unique herbs, my life span has been extended by two or three years, but life is still short. I want to make some achievements in the remaining life. I don't ask to lead the Wei family army to sweep across the West Jue like my ancestors and leave my name in the history books. I only hope that when I am about to die, I can look back on my life and say that I have no regrets and my life is not in vain. I hope Your Majesty can give me this opportunity."

The emperor waved his hand: "You can leave first."

Ruihe waited for a full half a month before leaving.

During this half month, Ruihe accompanied the old lady, visiting relatives and friends, and was very happy. The old lady said: "You are already 22 years old, have you really not found a woman you like?"

"Grandma, I am doing a big thing now, and I can't spare any other thoughts." He informed the old lady in advance, "I have to go back to the border town." The old lady looked clear: "I can see that your heart is still hanging on the border town. I don't want to stop you. As long as you are safe and sound and have great ambitions, grandma will support you."

After returning to the capital for more than half a month, Ruihe felt a sense of precariousness. When Marquis Wu'an came back from his vacation, he said to him, "Your Majesty is going to transfer some troops from the Jingxi Camp to Yanjing City. It is said that he had a nightmare at night, in which a traitor was causing trouble. Last time you said you wanted to continue to stay in the border city, which is good. Your father supports you."

"Why is it so?" Ruihe whispered, "The military power of the whole country is in the hands of Your Majesty." Even if a prince wanted to rebel, he would only have a few hundred guards at most. What could he accomplish?

Marquis Wu'an was a warrior. Although he didn't have much writing, it didn't mean that he had a bad mind. On the contrary, the warrior had a keen intuition of danger, and he saw the late madness of the tiger beneath the emperor's crown. He looked at his son helplessly: "I don't believe you can't tell. You have always been flexible and alert. Your Majesty must be feeling uneasy when he acts like this. Only elite soldiers and weapons can relieve it. Your Majesty, you are getting old. In the past few years, you have been five years old. There were frequent frictions between the prince and the seventh prince and the eighth prince. The emperor seemed to favor the eighth prince, but I clearly saw that the eighth prince had an impetuous temperament. If it weren’t for the emperor’s preference, he would have long..." Marquis Wu An did not say the rest of the words, and only lowered his voice, " In the past two years, several princes have come into contact with me and were fooled by me. The other generals must also be trying to win over them. Yanjing City will definitely become more and more chaotic. I plan to ask your brother to take Mingyi to another academy. If you want to study, you can continue to stay in the border town!”

Rui and Quan responded to what Wu'an Hou said. This made him very happy. He smiled and touched his beard. Suddenly he thought of something and his smile faded: "By the way, you have been back for a few days and you haven't been to your uncle's house yet, right?"

"Yes, mother said that my aunt took Zhengyu back to her hometown to worship her ancestors. What's wrong?"

"Oh, your aunt is crazy. Sometimes she can't recognize people. When she's crazy... she'll curse your name. Your mother was also afraid that you would be hurt, so she lied to you. Just be aware of it and don't take the initiative to mention it. My uncle’s regards, so that your mother won’t have to find reasons to lie to you again.”

Rui He looked surprised and confused: "I understand, father, don't worry." Then he asked with concern, "Didn't your aunt's illness be diagnosed and treated by a famous doctor?"

"We have searched for many famous doctors, and your mother also asked people to go south to look for doctors, but it was of no use. When your brother goes to study outside, he will take Zhengyu away with him. The child has suffered a lot in the past few years. Everyone has fallen behind, and he is the only male left in the Wan family. How can he do it if he doesn't study hard? "

Listening to Marquis Wu An's thoughts, the topic turned from the Wan family to Wan Mingyi's unborn child: "I am going to be a grandfather, and you are going to be an uncle." He then smiled slightly: "Yes, our Wei family The third-generation child is about to be born, and I have prepared gifts. When I return to Beijing to report on my work, the child will be able to run and jump. "

Marquis Wu An liked hearing this and burst into laughter.

"What did the Ministry of Personnel say? Why haven't the new transfer orders been issued yet?" After the joke, Marquis Wu An once again got down to business, "You said you had a way to return to the border town and had the confidence to rebuild the Wei Army. What happened? What exactly did you present to His Majesty?"

"I can't tell you now. My son will tell you everything in detail when there is a response from the palace."

"Okay, then I'll wait for you." Marquis Wu An looked at him deeply and didn't ask any more questions.

Two days later, Ruihe received an order from the Ministry of Civil Affairs. On the basis of retaining the Xuanfu envoy in Suicheng, he promoted the third-rank envoy to be promoted and ordered to rebuild the Wei family army. On the same day, the palace summoned him. The emperor first praised Ruihe, saying that he did not miss the high bed and warm pillow in Kyoto, and his courage and tenacity in asking to stay in the border town were worthy of praise. He encouraged him to train his troops well and regain the old style and prestige of the Wei army:

"Fortunately, I came to the palace to present gifts on the occasion of Daqing, the fiftieth year of my rule, to promote the prestige of our country, Yan."

This is what he said on the surface, but secretly the emperor gave Ruihe a secret order, ordering him to find out various abnormal movements of Xijue.

"No secrets!"

Rui He took the secret order and kowtowed in response.

"This humble minister will definitely live up to His Majesty's trust. He will find out the truth in his lifetime and protect me, Dayan."

The emperor is having a hard time these days. The news that Xijue may be in turmoil adds more threats and oppression to his already hasty life plan. If he is not careful, everything will be lost. He invited the most trusted cabinet ministers to discuss it, and this report was like a bolt from the blue, waking up the dreamer. How many years have passed, and the threat of the Xijue seems to have become a thing of the past. They have forgotten that the Xijue people are as brave and brave as wild wolves, and have innate excellent riding skills. If they really rise again, what threat will they bring? immeasurable.

However, the clues listed in this brochure are just speculations, and more evidence is needed. The emperor was unwilling to send out force to investigate, lest the situation of seizing reserves in the country would cause further trouble. Furthermore, he was unwilling to see those generals get restless and fight for power again at the last moment after years of tightening military administration.

No need to choose, the emperor knew that Wei Zhenshan would be the best sword. Just like the calculations he had made in the past few years, Wei Zhenshan at this time still has those excellent qualities: he can take advantage of the situation and give power with peace of mind. Anyway, Wei Zhenshan only has a few more years to live, and there will be no future troubles.

It was Wei Zhenshan who dug up Xi Jue's affairs. No one is more suitable for this task than him, and there is no need to worry about the secret being leaked. Without his own orders, Wei Zhenshan had already tried his best to find out the truth. If he had given him the power, Wei Zhenshan would have definitely worked harder and more diligently.

"Okay, very good." The emperor nodded with satisfaction, "Wei Zhenshan, please don't let me down."

As soon as the news came out, it was inevitable that there would be heated discussions in the court. The emperor's excuse was indeed appropriate. He had been in power for fifty years. As the longest-ruling emperor in the history of the Yan Kingdom, this was indeed a major event worthy of celebration. In order to make the 50th anniversary of Daqing even more glorious and dignified, isn't it a glorious decoration to rebuild the famous army that has always been famous in the past?

As for the Wu'an Marquis's son who got the military power through this? The real military power is in the hands of His Majesty. The rebuilt Wei Family Army is at most similar to the ordinary Luanyi Guard, and it cannot be said that there is no military power. The point of discussion soon turned to the emperor's preference for Wei Zhenshan. The title of the third-rank supervisor is indeed enviable. Wei Zhenshan is so young, and he has become a third-rank official. Even if it is a military officer position, it is enough to make some people who have struggled all their lives but are stuck in the fourth-rank official position look at them with envy. If Wei Zhenshan does a good job in this matter, he will definitely be promoted after the celebration of His Majesty's 50th anniversary of ruling.

"It's true that people have different fates. Wei Zhenshan is really lucky. His Majesty doesn't like military officers, but I see that the supervisor given to Wei Zhenshan is different from other supervisors. He can actually recruit soldiers alone. It's quite glorious to say it out." This is envy.

"I don't think it's a big deal. The Wei Family Army used to be famous, and it was an honor that was truly earned through bloodshed. Now the reconstruction is just a showpiece. It's useless and embarrassing. It has ruined the reputation that our ancestors worked hard to win!" This is jealousy.

"Even if there are only two thousand soldiers in the army, it is still an expense. The flood relief expenses in Jiangnan a while ago were not cheap..." This is an objective analysis.

No matter what people discuss outside, there is a celebration in Wu'an Marquis's mansion. The old lady cried with joy when she heard the news, and repeatedly ordered the servants to prepare things for the ancestors: "This is really good news. When your grandfather was alive, he regretted that the Wei Family Army was disbanded. Before he died, he still cried and said that the Wei Family Army declined in his hands. He was sorry for the ancestors. Now it's good! The Wei Family Army has been reorganized. You must quickly tell this good news to your grandfather and all the ancestors, so that they can also be happy!"

Wu'an Marquis was also very happy. He couldn't ask for leave to come back, so he asked his followers to take a message home and let his wife set up a banquet for guests.

Soon after the banquet, Ruihe returned to the border town. He took the imperial edict and relevant certificates from the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of War and began to recruit soldiers. Soon, he recruited a group of soldiers with a certain cohesion, composed of the original Wei family army and the descendants of the original Wei family army. The manpower that he had secretly recruited before was also officially added to the Wei family army for his use. The military funds from the Ministry of Households had not yet arrived, so Ruihe paid for the soldiers out of his own pocket. A military flag with the word "Wei" embroidered in gold on a blue background was planted by him personally. The old soldiers shed tears as they fluttered in the wind. Ruihe looked at the flag and finally smiled. m.,Please remember:,.