After a while, Wei Zhongxian walked in, and Sun Chengzong hurriedly bowed and shouted:
"Xiaguan Sun Chengzong saw nine thousand years old.".
Without saying a word, Wei Zhongxian stepped forward and grabbed Sun Chengzong, shouting:
"Old Suntou, we are here just to ask you to tell us about the Liaodong incident. What do you think of it?"
Sun Chengzong was surprised. He knew that Wei Zhongxian was uneducated. He had wandered around the city in his early years and had a bit of a gangster vibe, but he didn't expect that this would directly pull him.
And he even called himself Lao Suntou!
At this moment, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "I am nine thousand years old. I am just a mere right-hand minister of the Ministry of Rites. How can I have any opinion on such a big matter?"
Hearing Sun Chengzong's neither salty nor bland excuse, Wei Zhongxian's eyes flickered, he thought about it, and simply said:
"Old Suntou, you know that our family looks down on the Donglin Party, but this does not mean that our family looks down on you. They say that you are proficient in military affairs, so our family has come to ask for advice on Liaodong matters. Don't shirk it. "
Sun Chengzong didn't expect Wei Zhongxian to be so straightforward, so he couldn't help but smile bitterly again:
"Nine thousand years old is too much to praise the lower official. As you know, the lower official is a Jinshi. His proficiency in writing and calligraphy is okay, but talking nonsense about military matters is absolutely unacceptable."
Seeing that Sun Chengzong was still so evasive, Wei Zhongxian bowed directly to him with a 90-degree bow, raised his hands and shouted:
"Old Suntou, let me salute you first, and then don't talk to me about useless things. You are His Majesty's teacher, and it is your duty to share His Majesty's worries. If you continue to push back, you will look down on me, Wei Zhongxian. , which is also disrespectful and disloyal to His Majesty!"
Seeing this scene, Sun Chengzong couldn't help but be touched, and thought to himself:
"It seems that the outside world's evaluation of Wei Zhongxian is not entirely true. This person does have some merits."
Thinking of this, he hurriedly returned Wei Zhongxian's hand and said:
"Since Nine Thousand Years Old thinks highly of me, I'll just tell you the truth."
Wei Zhongxian was overjoyed, patted Sun Chengzong and said, "What do you call nine thousand years old? Since our family calls you Lao Sun, if you think highly of our family, you might as well call me Lao Wei."
Sun Chengzong waved his hands repeatedly. He was really confused at this moment. Wei Zhongxian in front of him seemed to have changed. It gave him an unreal feeling.
After a while, the two came to the study. The servants served the tea and then left.
Sun Chengzong looked at Wei Zhongxian and said seriously: "I believe that Hou Jin is not something to be afraid of. As long as you do the following, the Ming Dynasty will have no worries."
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhongxian's eyes suddenly lit up and he urged: "Old Suntou, please tell me quickly."
Sun Chengzong smiled and said nothing when he heard this, but took out a map from the bookshelf and spread it out in front of Wei Zhongxian.
"Nine thousand years old, please look, this is where Houjin is."
Sun Chengzong pointed to the map and said: "In front of Hou Jin is the Ming Dynasty, to the east is the Kingdom of Koryo, to the west are the various Mongolian tribes, and here."
He tapped a spot on the map with his hand, and then said: "This is Pi Island, a sharp blade that I, Ming, inserted into Hou Jin's back."
Although Wei Zhongxian was uneducated, he was quite proficient in fighting and harassing people. When he heard Sun Chengzong's words, he immediately realized something and said hesitantly:
"Old Suntou, do you mean to unite these people to kill Nurhachi?"
Sun Chengzong glanced at Wei Zhongxian in surprise. He really didn't expect that the other party was so understanding. He immediately smiled and said:
"Nine thousand years old, his sharp eyes are as sharp as a torch, and the lower officials admire him."
After saying this, he put away the map, and the two sat down again. Sun Chengzong looked at Wei Zhongxian and said seriously:
"If you can do the following things well, Ming Dynasty will be worry-free."
Wei Zhongxian nodded repeatedly, looking very itchy.
"First, at the age of 9,000, the imperial court must be on good terms with Goryeo. Second, the Ming Dynasty should win over all Mongolian tribes to prevent them from falling into the arms of Hou Jin. Third, keep the garrison on Pi Island intact."
Sun Chengzong said solemnly: "In this way, not only will the Ming Dynasty have no worries, but once the time is right, the Ming Dynasty will be able to send troops to the northeast and take down the golden thief in one fell swoop."
After saying this, Sun Chengzong looked at Wei Zhongxian with a smile. The latter was overjoyed when he heard this, clapped his hands and shouted:
"Well, you old Suntou, you are indeed proficient in military affairs. You are destined to be the Minister of War."
After hearing this, Sun Chengzong knew that Wei Zhongxian would no longer prevent her from taking up the defense role in Liaodong, but for a moment, she couldn't figure out why.
But Wei Zhongxian took out a file from Jin Yiwei from his pocket, handed it to Sun Chengzong, and asked, "What do you think about this?"
Sun Chengzong finished the file and looked at it carefully. After a moment, he cried out: "The god of medicine appeared?"
The file tells that Dorgon, the fourteenth son of Nurhaci, lost too much blood in the Battle of Guangning and was on the verge of death. A Han child used blood transfusion to save Dorgon.
The child's name was Lin Ping'an, who claimed to be the god of medicine and taught him this method.
Nurhaci has ordered his wife to enter the hospital, hoping to popularize this method among the Jin army.
"Old Suntou, is it really true that heaven sent auspiciousness to Hou Jin? Otherwise, how could the medicine god appear?"
Wei Zhongxian frowned and asked nervously.
After hearing this, Sun Chengzong didn't speak for a long time. He didn't care whether the medicine god appeared. What he cared about was that if this method was really popular among the Jin army, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the Ming army.
So like Wei Zhongxian, he frowned, stood up and started pacing in the study.
In his early years, Sun Chengzong worked as a tutor in the home of Fang Shoushi, an official of the Ming Dynasty. Later, when Fang Shoushi was promoted to the governor of Datong, he followed him to Datong, a border town of the Ming Dynasty. Besides teaching, he had a great interest in military affairs and liked to communicate with border officials. After talking to veterans and junior officers, I learned from their mouths that many sergeants did not die from direct trauma during the battle, but from excessive blood loss that could not be treated.
So Sun Chengzong's face was particularly solemn at this moment. He thought for a long time, then stopped and asked Wei Zhongxian:
"I dare to ask Nine Thousand Years Old, do we still have people in Shengjing in Ming Dynasty?"
Wei Zhongxian was stunned for a moment, then a hint of pride appeared on his face, and he said lightly:
"My Jinyiwei Wuying Division is spread all over the world. Even if you want the snacks from the Shengjing Palace, I, Old Wei, can get them for you."
Hearing this, Sun Chengzong couldn't help but take a deep breath and thought to himself:
"It is said that Jin Yiwei's spies can penetrate into the mercury-laden land, and it seems to be true."
His expression suddenly became a little excited. He took a few steps forward and grabbed Wei Zhongxian's hand, saying urgently:
"Then take it back."
"What? Do you really want to eat the snacks from the Shengjing Palace?"
Wei Zhongxian was stunned.
"Oh, you got it wrong!"
Sun Chengzong shook his head repeatedly and said: "I want to bring the blood-transforming method back to the Ming Dynasty!"
Upon hearing this, Wei Zhongxian suddenly realized, lowered his head and thought for a while, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice:
"If you can't get it back, destroy him. Anyway, you can't take advantage of those post-gold thieves."
After saying this, he stood up suddenly, cupped his hands towards Sun Chengzong, turned around and left.
"Just leave like that?"
Sun Chengzong looked at Wei Zhongxian's back and felt an extremely unreal feeling in his heart.
He grinned, frowned, shook his head again, smiled bitterly and said to himself:
"Old Wei? How dare you be so interesting!"
From this moment on, Sun Chengzong seemed to have a new understanding of the eunuchs in the eyes of the Donglin Party members, and this understanding gave him a strong ideological impact, making him a little dazed at this time, and seemed to be mixed with a trace of move.
