On the way back to Dahua, Yan Qi received a secret letter from Zhao Yulin.
In the letter, it was clearly informed that Xie Sanjia was granted the title of Marquis of Gudu by the Turkic royal court.
Yan Qi frowned.
He didn't expect that Jie Sanjia would be so quick.
It's only been a few days, and it's already bone-shattering.
A few more days.
As he approached the capital, he received another secret message from Zhao Yulin: Jie Sanjia was visiting Dahua as a special envoy.
Zhao Yulin is very attentive in doing information.
Normally, when Turkic envoys come to China, they must first notify the Ministry of Etiquette of Dahua, who will ask for instructions, contact, and
However, before Xie Sanjia left, Zhao Yulin received the news, which was quite unpleasant.
The intelligence system was perfected by Zhao Yulin.
Yan Qi looked at the secret letter with a smile on his lips.
"Xie Sanjia was afraid that he would be killed if he entered Dahua, so he became a special envoy!"
"Boy, it's quite sharp."
Yan Qi understands.
Xie Sanjia's entry into Dahua this time must have deep meaning.
Yan Qi is not in a hurry.
Wait and see what happens.
He also wanted to see what new tricks Jie Sanjia could play.
…
Yan Qi returns to Beijing.
This guy would really put eye drops on the Eight Kings.
He returned to the capital with the Eight Kings.
On the outskirts of the city, Yan Qi caught up with the Eight Kings.
"Eight Kings, you run very fast."
When the Eight Kings saw Yan Qi, they felt heartbroken and urged their horses to run quickly.
Yan Qi rode after him: "Why are you running? Anyway, the emperor has already greeted you and me outside the city. In this case, we might as well go together so that we can keep company."
The Eight Kings are so depressed.
Isn't this giving him eye drops?
Yan Qi was victorious and expanded his territory, but he himself lost his armor and returned home defeated.
The comparison between the two is so hurtful.
…
The city gate.
The ministers are looking forward to it.
The emperor stands in front of the city gate.
Desperate to see through.
Regarding matters in the Western Regions, good news has already flown back to the capital.
The old emperor was overjoyed.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qi went out to fight in the Western Region, thundering loudly, raising his sword and beating Wu Sun hard.
Then, he controlled the economy, culture, and finance of the Western Regions.
The 200,000 square kilometers of Weishan were also included in Dahua territory.
Finally, Wusun was surrendered.
Yuan Hong garrisoned Wusun.
Guan Ming garrisoned Weishan.
The Western Region can be said to be completely controlled by Dahua.
So awesome.
The old emperor watched the return of Yan's seven armies.
He waved his hands excitedly: "Play
Music, welcome Yan Aiqing's triumphant return, come on, play music. "
Music sounds.
Yan Qi enjoys the inspiring music.
Approaching.
Yan Qi dismounted and looked at the emperor with a smile: "I am honored to fulfill my mission."
"Yan Aiqing!"
The emperor grabbed Yan Qi's arm, his hands trembling with excitement: "I don't know what to say, Yan Aiqing is really my humerus, the most important minister of the country, and the pillar of great China."
Tong Jian was very excited: "Congratulations, Master Yan, for your military exploits for Dahua."
Wan Liang sent sweet flattery: "Master Yan became famous in one battle and his reputation will last forever."
Qi Ying gave a thumbs up: "Master Yan, with his hands and eyes, controlled the Western Region and solved the border troubles that had plagued Dahua for ten years in one fell swoop. Master Yan is truly a man of God."
"Hey, hey, it's a joke, it's a joke."
Yan Qi happily enjoyed the flattery of the ministers, and suddenly pointed at the Eight Kings behind him: "Stop praising me all the time, come and praise the Eight Kings!"
"Eight Wang's trip was also very hard. Look, Eight Prince has lost ten pounds. We must congratulate Eight Prince on his successful weight loss."
Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter.
I don’t know why, but the Eight Kings’ tragic defeat was obviously a very serious and sad matter, but when Yan Qi said this, everyone wanted to laugh.
Everyone looked at the Eight Kings and didn't know where to start boasting.
How to praise?
This guy failed miserably.
Do you praise him for his repeated defeats?
He didn't fight again and again.
It was a complete defeat in one battle, how could it be repeated defeats?
There are no repeated defeats, and certainly no repeated battles.
The scene suddenly became awkward.
The most embarrassing one is the Eight Kings.
On weekdays, the Eight Kings have unlimited scenery.
No matter where he goes, he is the focus of conversation and laughter.
Who can steal his limelight?
impossible!
However, this time, he was completely overshadowed by Yan Qi.
Covered to death.
He didn't even have the qualifications to compete.
Even if the ministers of his faction wanted to help him out and say a few compliments, they couldn't.
Because there is no reason to praise him at all.
Even Yang Ke, who spoke like a lotus flower, could only poke his head in there and stare blankly.
He wanted to praise the Eight Kings.
Even if you can't praise the Eight Kings for their contribution, you can always praise the Eight Kings for their hard work, right?
But after thinking about it over and over again, it seemed like the Eight Kings didn't even have to work hard.
How to talk about this?
The Eighth Prince met the old emperor's sharp eyes and hurriedly lowered his head.
For the first time in his life, he was defeated by the sharpness of the old emperor.
Under the eyes.
The old emperor stared at the Eighth Prince and suddenly smiled: "Thank you for your hard work, Old Eighth."
After saying that, he ignored the Eight Kings and waved to the ministers: "My lords, I would like to welcome Lord Yan to the palace."
The ministers cheered in front of him and surrounded Yan Qi.
A bunch of people keep sucking up to me.
The Eight Kings saw it in their eyes and were angry in their hearts.
It seems that this trip to Northern Xinjiang was a complete loss.
If I had known this, I shouldn't have taken the risk to go to Northern Xinjiang in the first place.
Yan Qi has done me a lot of harm.
Yang Ke approached the Eighth Prince and said, "Your Majesty, there is some bad news."
The Eighth Prince snorted impatiently: "Come on, tell me, I have fallen into such a state of despair. Is there any news that I cannot accept?"
Yang Ke sighed and said with difficulty: "Wan Liang, the Minister of Revenue, and An Sihai, the Censor of Zuodu, jointly went to Shandong to check the accounts. All the lids were lifted."
"Now, there is an earthquake in Shandong's officialdom. Officials at all levels from the governor to the state capital have all been screened. The prince's influence has been uprooted."
"What?"
When the eight kings heard this, they were tormented deep in their hearts like oil cooking in a burning fire.
The land of Shandong is one of the headquarters of the Eight Kings.
Shandong was investigated and officials at all levels were dismissed, which was equivalent to cleaning up his base camp in the north.
In the future, his power in the north will be further weakened.
In the future, fiscal taxes and private coffers will be greatly reduced.
In fact, all roads to black gold will be blocked.
From now on, he can only rely on the southern provinces to honor him.
The Eight Kings regretted it too much.
The Northern Xinjiang group not only suffered a military defeat, but also lost Shandong politically.
"It's a mistake, it's a mistake."
Even though the Eight Kings regretted it, there was nothing they could do.
The wood has become a boat.
…
Above the court!
The old emperor stared closely at the Eighth Prince: "Old Eighth, tell me about the battle situation in Northern Xinjiang. I want to hear it."
What else can the Eight Kings say?
There is no other way except pretending to be a grandson.
"Brother Imperial, I feel ashamed."
Plop!
The Eight Kings knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.
The old emperor stared at Zhang Yongwu again: "General Zhenguo, what do you have to say?"
When Zhang Yongwu saw that the eight kings were all kneeling down, what else could he pretend to do?
Plop!
Zhang Yongwu hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "I have failed the emperor's trust. I am incompetent. I apologize to the emperor."
The injury on the shoulder was excruciatingly painful.
However, he had to endure it.
This time, it must have been a failure.
