Cabinet value.
Xie Qian told Li Dongyang and Liu Jian what he saw and heard on the school grounds.
The two of them didn't feel that much surprise. After all, they had known about Zhang Zhou's performance in the army for a long time. When the Ming army, especially the Beijing garrison, was becoming increasingly lax about daily training, Zhang Zhou's arrival could be said to be a blessing to the lifeless army. brings great vitality to the world.
Li Dongyang said: "In this way, Zhang Bingkuan's status in the army is probably untouchable by anyone. Not only in the Ministry of War, but also in the Governor's Mansion, the Beijing Camp, and even everywhere in the Nine Borders."
Although Xie Qian didn't want to admit it, he still nodded and said: "Just looking at the effect, the combat power of the army has indeed improved by leaps and bounds. Moreover, His Majesty has great trust in him. Even the prince... treats him as a division commander. But I don't know what he is like to the prince. What did he say that would make the prince so enthusiastic about military affairs?"
Liu Jiandao: "Is the prince adept at martial arts?"
"Um."
Xie Qian nodded again.
This made Liu Jian a little worried.
As ordinary ministers, the future prince is just a child, and they don't care whether the child is thinking about learning or conquering the world.
But the chief minister is different. Now the emperor suddenly changed from the benevolent and filial king to an emperor who likes to pursue military achievements, which makes him very depressed. If Zhang Zhou is allowed to pass on this martial spirit, …
Li Dongyang said: "Should we go to someone from Hanyuan to advise and guide the prince?"
"It doesn't mean much," Liu Jiandao said, "The prince has developed his character over the years. Even if he interferes, if he can't cultivate it from an early age, it will be of little use."
In Chinese culture, it is important to consider one’s age at the age of three.
Liu Jian felt that once the prince had been "led astray" by Zhang Zhou, it would not be so easy to bring the prince back to the right path.
Li Dongyang shook his head and said: "We can't ignore it completely. The East Palace lectures have been slacking off a lot recently. If we can't guide the prince well, I'm afraid the Ming Dynasty will go astray in the future."
Xie Qian suddenly felt that his painting style had changed a bit. He asked: "Your Majesty is conducting a military exercise at the school today. It seems that he intends to select personnel and send troops to the Hetao before the end of March. Don't you two have anything to say?"
"What did Ma Futu say?" Liu Jian asked.
Xie Qian said: "Since Ma Futu transferred the staff, his work has become a lot mediocre. He almost never asks about the affairs of the Ministry of War."
Originally, officials of the Ming Dynasty, since they were already ministers of the Ministry of Personnel, could not interfere with the affairs of the original yamen at all. However, this was because during the Hongzhi period, officials were very particular about "inheritance", which meant that the old would lead the new. One person's sphere of influence, It will always have a big influence.
For the cabinet, they counted on Ma Wensheng's prestige in the Ministry of War to suppress Zhang Zhou's rise.
But after Zhang Zhou gained momentum, Ma Wensheng's control over the Ministry of War was almost completely wiped out.
Li Dongyang sighed: "This will probably lead the Ming Dynasty to slide into the abyss of militarism."
Xie Qian glanced at Li Dongyang, probably saying, how can we not see what you said? But how to solve the problem? Everyone knows that Zhang Zhou is a big hidden danger and will bring instability to the Ming Dynasty, but his position is so stable now, what can you do to make him lose the emperor's trust?
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Inside the Yanwu Hall.
Cui Yuan was promoted to a new class that day, which was equivalent to being promoted from the "baby class" of his maternal relatives to the "professor class". He didn't even want to go home and tell his wife the good news. He just wanted to go and have a look and went by himself. Yanwutang, can I still learn something new?
As the Ming Dynasty's consort, he has never been so confident as he is now, as if his life has meaning because of it.
"Congratulations, Prince Consort Cui."
Back at the Yanwu Hall in the city, many classmates and generals came over to "congratulate" him.
The congratulations are not that he has entered the college seminar class, but that he has been praised by the emperor in public. He even suggested that if Cui Yuan can continue to perform so well in the future, he will have a chance to enter the upper class... After all, among the martial arts nowadays , only Baoguo Gong Zhu Hui has this honor, and even old man Zhang is currently just a "minister who walks in front of the audience".
Cui Yuan asked: "Where should I study?"
A general who came to Jizhou for further study said: "Consort Cui, don't worry. We have just come back. What we learn every day is very complicated, and there is no customization. What you can learn depends on your personal destiny. And here, It doesn’t necessarily mean that you will be respected if you study well.”
"ah?"
Cui Yuan felt puzzled for a moment.
Yanwutang is so awesome, but he also engages in behind-the-scenes operations? Otherwise, why is it that even if you study well, you won’t be valued?
"It's like this. Everyone's understanding ability is different, and what they experience is different... This is what officials often say, if you can use what you understand in actual combat, even if your tactics are wild, As long as your execution ability is strong enough or you are determined enough, you can be invincible in war and become a qualified commander. On the contrary, no matter how good you are at studying, you will only be able to talk on paper. When you get to the battlefield, you will shrink back and even encounter the enemy. If we delay, it will damage the prestige of Yanwu Hall."
People around me are still very polite.
Because in the high school class, it is rare to have someone like Cui Yuan who is a relative of the emperor, and he is considered an outlier.
Most of them are generals who actually lead troops. They didn't have many opportunities to perform on the battlefield before, but if they encounter enemy attacks, they will still be at the forefront.
Cui Yuan is like a transfer student and a connected person in a high school class.
An outstanding person who can be admired by the emperor and encouraged by Zhang Zhou, Wang Qiong and others, and who is a relative of the emperor himself, will definitely have a bright future. It is definitely beneficial to curry favor with such a person.
Cui Yuan asked: "But, if you don't go to the battlefield in person, who knows how good your execution will be? What other manifestations will there be when encountering the enemy...Aren't these too general?"
What he wants to ask is, how can you conclude what you said without being verified on the battlefield?
His words made the generals a little confused.
After all, he is a scholar and likes to get to the bottom of things. Even if those people occasionally say something that makes some sense, they always follow the example of a cat and a tiger and a gourd and a gourd. Regarding whether it is an issue of talking on paper or actual operation, they don't quite understand the specific reference standards behind it.
"Cui Prince Consort, if you have something to do, you might as well ask the instructor. The most powerful one here is Cai Guogong, but he doesn't come often. Asking Wang Shilang is the best, but he doesn't come often. On the other hand, Marquis Anbian often comes to teach. , but when Marquis Anbian teaches, he mostly copies the written content. If you don’t understand, just get your own textbook and go back and study it on your own."
Only then did Cui Yuan know that there were "teaching materials" at the Yanwu Hall.
When he went to the logistics department to get his books back, he found that the content he read was somewhat different from what Wang Qiong had given him before.
In other words, the knowledge points in the textbooks in front of me are still a bit shallow, and they are sorted from the shallower to the deeper.
What Wang Qiong gave him was directly a "lesson plan", which was equivalent to a special version for Mr. Wang.
Of course, not everyone can understand that version. Just like Cui Yuan, even if he has been studying for many years, he can only understand it roughly. He is often confused about military strategies, let alone martial arts. Don't let these rough guys who haven't even read for a few days.
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After Zhang Zhou participated in the school inspection, he returned to the city. However, before he could go far, he saw Zhang Mao and his men chasing after him on horseback.
Zhang Mao was considered a unique figure when riding horses in the capital city. Zhang Zhou felt that this old boy was deliberately showing off in front of him.
"Bingkuan, please wait."
Zhang Mao came forward, dismounted and seemed very enthusiastic, and took the initiative to come to greet him.
Zhang Zhou smiled and said: "Is there something wrong, Mr. British? Is it temporary? Or...is it inconvenient to talk about something outside the city?"
You just came back from the school outside the city. You said you wanted to avoid the emperor, but when the emperor left, you didn't say anything.
Now you catch up to me and talk to me in a public place in the city. You, Old Man Zhang, are very thoughtful.
Zhang Mao didn't mean to invite Zhang Zhou to his house, or even to have tea there. He said, "Bingkuan, what do you think of Quanzi's performance on the school field today?"
This brings up Zhang Rui.
Zhang Zhou smiled and nodded: "The results will be mentioned in the memorial. The British Master himself is the examiner. You want to ask me, a bystander?"
You are the examiner, but you don’t know whether your son is doing well or not?
Zhang Mao sighed: "It's better for you to say half a sentence than others say a hundred words."
"Haha." Zhang Zhou said with a smile, "Your Majesty relies on the Ministry of War for military and political matters, but he does not listen to the Ministry of War for everything. It seems that Your Majesty has not asked me about my evaluation of the test results today. If If the British Master is asking in his private capacity, then I can say that your son has performed well."
Is Zhang Rui really performing well?
In Zhang Zhou's opinion, it is very average, and may not even be comparable to his father.
But Zhang Rui worked really hard, but because of his own conditions... After all, Zhang Rui had not been involved in archery and horse racing for many years due to soft foot disease, and the academic education atmosphere of the old Zhang family was not good. Nong Hou, no matter how smart Zhang Rui is, he can't have as flexible a mind as Cui Yuan.
At this point, Zhang Zhou felt that a young man like Zhang Lun would be more energetic.
But who told Zhang Rui to die early in history, and the person who finally succeeded Zhang Mao as a British official was Zhang Lun?
Zhang Mao asked: "Bingkuan, what do you think should be the position if Quanzi is allowed to lead the troops out of the fortress?"
Zhang Zhou said: "Hey, Lord British, don't be ridiculous. The sending of troops to Hetao now is just His Majesty's idea. It has not been fully implemented and everything has not been decided yet. You are thinking of letting me go with the army?"
"Hypothesis, what I mean is for you to make a hypothesis, Bingkuan." Zhang Mao smiled, with a harmless smile on his face.
Zhang Zhou shook his head and said: "If you want to lead the army with your current performance and ranking, it may be a bit troublesome. However, if the three armies go out for a large battle, there are so many positions in the army, why do you have to take the lead? Regarding selection. In fact, it is difficult for me to interfere with the question of who should not be chosen. You also know that the people His Majesty wants to use this time will basically not be recommended by me. "
He was reminding Zhang Mao.
The emperor wants to use people from the traditional martial arts faction to lead the troops to complete the expedition to the Hetao. This is in itself to balance the relationship between me and the old martial arts faction in the DPRK.
It sounds like it’s up to me to decide who has the ability in your old school of martial arts... Then what’s the point of balancing?
Can I explain the military and political affairs of the Ming Dynasty?
Zhang Mao smiled and said: "Bingkuan, who are you? Even if the person who uses it is not yours, the strategy is not yours? If you want to achieve some results, you need to make a comprehensive plan. Besides, what are you talking about? Yes, this is too foreign, we all serve the Ming Dynasty, how can we differentiate between each other?"
Zhang Mao is a cunning old man.
Zhang Zhouxin said, this old guy probably sees that the torrent of history is unstoppable and it is difficult for traditional cold weapon warfare to become the mainstream, so you want to move closer to the new faction.
It is said that many enemies are not as good as many friends. Even if you can't stand it, you should at least understand that the rolling torrent of history has no direct relationship with your old Zhang family. The old Zhang family can only go with the flow.
Zhang Zhou said: "But if I say that your grandson Zhang Lun has a flexible mind, even if he is still slack on matters such as bows and horses, if he can be allowed to accompany the army in person, it may be more secure than your son..."
"he?"
Zhang Mao frowned.
Is this a matter of deciding a successor for me?
I can obviously let my son go. My son also has experience in frontier service. Why should I find a fledgling grandson to embarrass myself?
"My personal opinion, let the British public listen to it." Zhang Zhou said with a smile, "It's not too early. Say goodbye."
"you……"
Zhang Mao originally wanted to pull Zhang Zhou and talk about his son's advantages, but he never thought that Zhang Zhou would be so disrespectful and just roll up his sleeves and leave.
Zhang Zhou's voice came from not far away: "If you want to serve the country, you should express your feelings to His Majesty. Talking to me will have no practical effect!"
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Cui Yuan spent one day in Yanwu Hall.
The content of the lectures was mainly given by several heads of the Ministry of War, and even Lin Ting served as a lecturer and gave them some lectures. Finally, Zhu Feng gave them the last lesson.
Cui Yuan felt that he had gained a lot.
When I got home, I happily went to talk to my wife.
But just as he entered the courtyard, he saw Yongkang walking towards him with a dark face.
"Princess..." Cui Yuan suddenly felt as if he had done something wrong.
If you were the consort of the Ming Dynasty, you should have the consciousness of being a vase, but now it seems that you want to become famous? It means betraying the family.
Want to be independent and go solo?
Yongkang said: "What have you done? Why does even the emperor praise you so much? Just rely on you to learn well? Or..."
When Yongkang first learned that her husband was awesome, she was naturally very happy, but then she couldn't figure it out. Her husband had never been exposed to military affairs, so how could he stand out among a group of people?
Is there some secret that I don't know about?
Cui Yuandao: "Princess, that's it. Didn't I study at home a few days ago? It was given by Mr. Wang, the left servant of the Ministry of Household Affairs. I came back and studied it for a few days. Today, His Majesty asked me to write a military policy, so I followed my own ideas. , and the inspiration above, I wrote a few paragraphs... Actually, I performed very poorly in riding and shooting, and I thought I would not be able to face you."
"It turns out there is a noble person helping me."
Only then did Yongkang feel a little relieved. He rolled his eyes at his husband and said, "Since you have not let me down, I won't argue with you. Next time if you hide anything... I'll see how I deal with you."
I continued to run home, but in the evening the nurse from the hospital called me and said that I couldn't do this in the hospital, and who would be responsible if anything happened... blah blah blah. Tomorrow morning, I will continue to draw blood to check the indicators... Today, the gastroscopy and ultrasound did not find any problems... I drank something that looked like an anesthetic to do the gastroscopy. It was an uncomfortable batch. My throat is still aching, and I don't even have jaundice caused by any reason. Find out. It said that I would be prescribed choleretic drugs tomorrow. I searched and found that if I had jaundice caused by an unexplained obstruction, choleretic drugs would make my condition worse... I now deeply doubt whether the doctor is playing tricks with God on me. I stopped by to take care of the ambulance. I deposited 300 yuan and got a refund of just over 39 yuan. In other words... this time the ambulance traveled more than 3 kilometers, and with an electrocardiogram... it cost 260 yuan. I won’t be able to come back tomorrow night. I’ll try to write again before I go back to the hospital at dawn...but I can’t write it anymore. The pain of life does not lie in curing a disease...but in getting sick without knowing why...
(End of chapter)
