Royal study room.
On this day, Emperor Changxing had a splitting headache.
The massage skills Changlu had learned were almost useless, so he had to call the imperial doctor in a hurry.
A long time passed before Emperor Changxing recovered slightly.
He picked up the memorial high up on the dragon case and read it.
"Your Majesty, it doesn't matter if you read the book later, it's more important to take care of the dragon body..." Chang Lu, who had a bloodless face, quickly came over to stop him.
"It's okay! I'm fine." Emperor Changxing hurriedly took a sip of ginseng tea and continued to open the booklet he just sent.
The empire is suffering from internal and external troubles, and it is now the spring plowing season. All matters in Yunzhang are in urgent need of correction. Emperor Changxing didn't want to be that stupid and unprincipled king and couldn't stop at all.
Glancing at the cover, he couldn't help but frown.
This is an urgent letter from Laigu County in the west, written by Chen Xiujian, who led the troops to put down the rebellion.
Open it and take a look.
"My son, I, traveled westwards from the first month of the lunar month and traveled twenty miles...
I saw an old woman holding a dead child, cooking it and crying.
Because he asked: "If you want to eat it, why should you cry?" '
The woman said: "This is my son, I have abandoned it to be eaten by others, so I would rather fill my belly and ears!" '"
Emperor Changxing's expression changed with horror, and his hands holding the memorial were trembling even more.
Because of the civil unrest, he could have expected that the lives of the people in the western counties would not be easy, but he had no idea that it would be so miserable.
The people actually cooked the seeds and ate them.
Although he had already gone to court, the emperor was angry and officials from the six ministries hurried into the palace again.
After reading Chen Xiujian's excerpt, everyone had complicated expressions.
Many people secretly looked under the third golden pillar.
There sat Yun Chui's historian, writing a special book with a green pen.
As the saying goes, there is no news without blood.
It is boring for historians to record the trivial affairs of the palace every day. It is rare to encounter such a bloody letter, and they will definitely record it with excitement.
Emperor Changxing rubbed his forehead and asked, "What do you think about the pacification of the three western counties?"
"Your Majesty," Cheng Enbo was the first to stand up.
"It is appalling that the people in the west cook and eat the food! I believe that the reason why such a terrible tragedy happened is because the people were driven to desperation by the insurgents."
"Therefore, the matter should be settled sooner rather than later, quickly rather than slowly. Since His Highness the Eighth Prince has asked for help, the empire should immediately increase its troop support to put an end to the chaos in the west as soon as possible."
"What Uncle Cheng En said is absolutely true." Others agreed.
The historian under the golden pillar waved his pen lightly, and the history was written easily.
However, with just these few strokes, thousands of years later there will definitely be descendants who read history and self-righteously scold these old men bloody.
Ancient people have always been most afraid of posthumous names.
Therefore, there was little opposition to sending more troops to the west.
"Yes!" Emperor Changxing made the final decision.
The only question is which additional troops should be sent to the west.
"Your Majesty," Uncle Cheng En continued to stand up: "The empire has always had a tradition. It has always been the responsibility of the garrison troops in each county to quell civil strife. And His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince also mentioned in the letter that the existing quelling army is insufficient."
"In this case, it is better to send more county soldiers with strong actual combat capabilities to support."
...It would be best to take the opportunity to bring back Chen Xiujian, who is leading the army at a loss.
After pacifying Laigu County, he distributed all the fertile land previously occupied by Cheng'en's Mansion to the common people.
Uncle Cheng En opened his mouth, but did not dare to express his selfish thoughts.
A county with strong practical capabilities?
The ministers looked at each other and subconsciously thought of several county names.
Guangxin, Baihua, Xiyu and Canglan counties in the south; Pinghai and Guanlan counties in the east; Yanhui, Yumu and Jinghu counties in the north; and Xingluo, Yingchuan and Yunzhong counties in the central and west.
As for Dingxi County in the far west, forget it. More than 500,000 troops from Xiliang are pressing down on the territory, but it is still taking care of itself.
Emperor Changxing was also indecisive.
The northern and southern Xinjiang are too far away from the west, and water far away cannot save the fire nearby.
The three counties of Xingluo in the central and western regions are relatively close.
But that is the land of Longxing, and it is not easy to mobilize troops. Moreover, the epidemic was raging last year and the year before last, and the entire territory has not recovered yet, so it is not a good choice.
Finally, Emperor Changxing's eyes fell on Pinghai and Guanlan counties in the east.
The east is also very far from the west. But the county soldiers only need to board the boat at the seaside, go west along the Xinglan Grand Canal, and then disembark in Hanoi County.
In fact, it is almost the same as starting from Xingluo County.
The most important thing is that there is a Laishui river in Laigu County. Most of the county soldiers along the coast are familiar with water properties and can attack along waterways.
After receiving the news from the Ministry of War, Lieutenant Pinghai's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He lowered his voice and cursed angrily: "What a bad idea that bastard came up with? What a mess!"
Although there is an endless sea to the east of Yunchui, the coastal counties have never had anything to do with peace of mind.
In the past, there were Nanfeng in the south and Japanese pirates in the east.
Both countries are not big, but they are greedy.
From time to time they would come ashore to kill, burn and loot. Wherever they go, they are like locusts passing by, never giving the people of Yunchui any way to survive.
Moreover, Zhongyong Bo Xiaozheng had already taken away 20,000 naval troops last year, and now if he transfers the county troops to the west, the prosperous east coast will become a big fat piece of meat that can be slaughtered.
If the Japanese pirates take the opportunity to land again...
The county lieutenant looked at the date of dispatching troops which was just around the corner, and his expression became even more worried. However, no matter how helpless he was, he could only write a warning to Xing Ji City while dispatching troops.
More than ten days later, it was the last deadline set by the Ministry of War to send troops.
When he received no reply, Pinghai County Lieutenant let out a long sigh, and after giving a few instructions to the county guard who came to see him off, he led his troops and set off.
He raised his head and looked silently at the vast sea to the east.
At this time, Qingming Festival has passed, and even the ice and snow on the Baekje Peninsula have melted and spring flowers are blooming. I hope the Japanese pirates will take care of the east coast of Yunchui.
In the south, Guangxin and Yingshan camp.
After several months of hard work by Ren Ning and his party, the windmill communications between Guangxin and Xingluo have been connected as scheduled.
Under normal circumstances, it already took less than two days to send news back and forth between the two counties, so fast that even Wei Junqian couldn't help but feel moved.
When he received the news that Pinghai County had sent troops to the west, he was speechless for a while.
It happened that Ren Ning was also in the Chinese army's tent. In the past few months, he had been crawling up and down the mountains between the two counties, and his whole body had become dark.
Putting down the tea cup, Ren Ning asked curiously: "General, who did you want to lead the troops to quell the chaos?"
Although Wei Junqian was in the distant frontier most of the time, many decisions in the imperial capital were made by him, covertly or covertly. Ren Ning has long been used to strange things.
"What are you asking for?" Wei Junqian said angrily, "After drinking tea, go back and have a good rest. In a few days, I will take someone to the windmill between Lianhaoxingluo and Dingxi County to summon me."
"Yes!" Ren Ning had no choice but to leave.
He looked to the west.
Compared with Guangxin to Xingluo, the difficulty from Xingluo to Dingxi County is several levels higher. It is estimated that the next time they return to Yingshan Camp, it will be almost the end of the year.
Although Wei Junqian asked him to rest, Ren Ning went to Nanshu City first to receive the letter home from Yingpan.
After taking Lei Er and Xiao Gang into the General's Mansion of the Li family, they met a brave and strange man.
"Are you General Xuanwu Ren?" The other party was overjoyed.
"It's me." Ren Ning looked at the stranger up and down in astonishment, "Who are you?"
"Sulan County Ling family caravan, Ling Yunsheng!"
Ren Ning suddenly realized, "It turns out to be Ling Shangshou. I have admired his name for a long time."
Because Yunchui and Xiliang were at odds with each other, the Ling family's caravan had to go east along the Desert of No Return, and finally returned to Yunchui after passing through Beixiong.
Ren Ning's eyes flashed.
This caravan not only met his uncle Tiele in the Xiliang prairie, but the two parties seemed to have an agreement.
