"Slow down, slow down." Taichang Temple Qing held his waist and panted while walking on the palace road.
Next to him are the Minister of Industry and the Minister of War.
The Minister of War just found them directly and took them to the palace without saying a word.
He and the Minister of the Ministry of Industry wanted to ask the Minister of the Ministry of War what happened, but the Minister of the Ministry of War couldn't answer, so he just said to hurry up.
The Minister of Taichang Temple was older and had to deal with more trivial matters on weekdays. Compared with the Minister of War, his body and bones were definitely incomparable. He leaned against the palace wall and sat down along the palace wall:
"I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore, I have to take a break."
The Minister of the Ministry of War remembered the anxious appearance of Emperor Zhao Wujiang in the Imperial Study Room, and anxiety arose in his heart before he sat down as the Minister of the Ministry of War. He must strive to perform well in front of the Emperor, and he wanted to do it as soon as possible.
"Let's take a break." The Minister of Industry did not sit down, but stood aside to rest and asked:
"What's going on? You can tell us now so we can be mentally prepared."
Seeing that the two colleagues were like this, the Minister of the Ministry of War sighed. In fact, he was also tired. After all, he had been running back and forth three times. If he hadn't been in good health as the Minister of the Ministry of War, he would have sat down and rested long ago.
He said slowly:
"The battle report came from the southern border today. Daxia lost."
"Huh?" Taichang Temple Minister and the Minister of Industry looked over at the same time. Did Daxia fail? Why is the emperor looking for them? Come to punish me? It shouldn't be.
"On the battlefield, the strength of Southern Xinjiang is indeed unexpected. Fire attacks are not effective at all. This battle is difficult to win!" the Minister of War said:
"When I was reading the memorial, Mr. Zhao was also there. After he read it, he asked me a lot about fire attacks. Finally, I mentioned a fire attack device that Brother Yan had developed but failed in the end.
Then Mr. Zhao seemed to have thought of something, and urged me to come and summon you to the palace.
The emperor also urged me at that time, what can I do?
It’s not like you don’t know that the Emperor favors Mr. Zhao very much. Since Mr. Zhao is eager to find you, so what if I, the Minister of War, am not going to do it? "
"Hey." Taichang Temple Qing complained:
"He thought of a way?
Although Mr. Zhao is talented, capable and favored, has he ever been on the battlefield?
Do you know the cruelty of the battlefield?
Do you know how to fight a war?
Regarding the battlefield, what can he think of? To defeat a million-strong army in southern Xinjiang with the talent of poetry?
I'm looking for you. I'm the minister of Taichang Temple. What benefit can I bring to the war?
Is it possible that the medicinal materials from the Taichang Temple Medical Office are sent to the border to treat the soldiers' injuries? "
"It's possible..." Minister of the Ministry of Industry stroked his beard:
“Zhao Wujiang’s behavior cannot be based on common sense.
But what's the point of letting me enter the palace? Is it possible that he knows why I failed in the first place? So you want to instruct me to develop this kind of fire attack and send it to the battlefield?
Could it be that he didn't know that this thing was extremely unstable and too difficult to control with human power? "
The Minister of the Ministry of War adjusted his breathing and listened to the slightly mocking words of the two senior officials. He did not speak. After all, he was promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of War because he was invisibly favored by Zhao Wujiang.
As for what Zhao Wujiang wants to do, let him figure it out.
"Okay, okay, rest enough. If you don't leave, it will be noon." The Minister of the Ministry of War stepped forward to help Taichang Temple Minister. Taichang Shaoqing's beard and hair were all white, and his body bones were weak. He stood up tremblingly.
The three of them headed towards the imperial study room.
The palace road was deep and winding east and west, and the three of them arrived at the imperial study.
As soon as he entered the imperial study, he saw the emperor and Zhao Wujiang discussing. The emperor and his ministers were in harmony with each other.
The three ministers were really envious. They all spoke respectfully to the emperor, while the emperor was majestic and majestic.
When Zhao Wujiang talked with the emperor, they could all see that the emperor had obviously lost a lot of his majesty, and Zhao Wujiang was neither humble nor arrogant.
Why am I not favored? Could it be that he is not as handsome as Mr. Zhao? The three ministers of the Ministry of War sighed inwardly and looked at each other.
Well, indeed, Zhao Wujiang is indeed handsome, nothing compares to...
