The next day, at the court.
In the dragon chair, perhaps it was the dream last night. Jin Fengling looked extremely pale at the moment.
In fact, she didn't fall asleep after last night. She tossed and turned in bed in the second half of the night, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she immediately thought of the scene in her dream.
After the news of Yanluoshan's defeat came, Jin Fengling never had a good night's sleep again.
The rebel army that was getting closer and closer to the capital always made her uneasy, to the point where she didn't even think about eating or drinking. In just a few days, she lost a lot of weight.
Your Highness, most of the ministers in the court are worried and uneasy, and their faces are not much better at the moment.
Wang Yong, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, had sweat stains on his fat face at this moment. Qin Ze's fierce momentum made him anxious these days.
After all, when Qin Ze enthroned Beiliang, he knew that Qin Ze could not forget the teasing words he said in court. In addition, he had some issues with the Qin family before.
If Qin Ze really breaks into the capital, then he may not be able to escape death.
He lowered his head and quietly glanced at Jin Fengling on the dragon chair, then looked slightly sideways at the other ministers, and finally his eyes fell on the face of Zhang Li, the Minister of Personnel.
Zhang Li's face was downcast and his brows were condensed.
At this time, a cold voice sounded:
"The rebels have many tricks and tactics. They laid an ambush in Yanluo Mountain and relied on the advantage of the terrain to win. Humph, this treacherous and young man is like this!"
The voice came from Jin Fengluan. As the king of a country, at this time, she knew she must not show her cowardice.
If he himself is dejected, what do these ministers think? How can we fight a war?
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yong's voice rang out in the quiet court, his face full of sadness:
"Your Majesty, we sent 200,000 soldiers and horses, as well as the barbarian army, but now almost the entire army has been wiped out. This traitor's methods are very powerful, and now he has left Yanluo Mountain."
"If we continue going south, the nearby cities may be difficult to stop."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Li answered:
"Weichen is outspoken and speaks directly when he has something to say."
As soon as these words came out, all the ministers looked at Zhang Li, and Jin Fengling's eyes also fell on him.
Zhang Li took a step forward and continued:
"Although we lost the battle at Yanluoshan, they also lost a lot of troops."
"After all, these hundreds of thousands of people are fighting in the mountains. No matter how they are ambushed, won't they be fighting with real swords and guns in the end?"
"His Second Highness escaped from the mountain. In that case, Wei Chen thought it would be difficult for him to see the battle in the mountain. Therefore, in Wei Chen's opinion, they must have suffered a tragic victory."
Jin Fengluan nodded, deeply convinced.
Wang Yong frowned, thinking that he had reached this point. Hundreds of thousands of people did not come out of Yanluo Mountain, and Jin Jiande escaped in despair. Doesn't this show how miserable the defeat was?
Is Zhang Li comforting himself?
The next moment, Zhang Li continued:
"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. Although they are clearly gaining momentum, don't you know that they are already in ruins?"
Jin Fengluan frowned. Although he understood that Zhang Li said this to prevent the court officials from falling into despair, it was really an exaggeration to say that the rebels had been defeated.
"Why do you see it?" Jin Fengling asked in a deep voice.
Zhang Li's expression did not change and he said loudly:
"Your Majesty, don't you know that prosperity must eventually decline?"
"In past history, rebellions have also occurred in all dynasties, but those who rebelled always became complacent after winning a few victories. They were either eager to make money, or they occupied a certain city and established a country as king."
"Once he took advantage, the conspirator became arrogant and naturally wanted to enjoy himself."
"In this case, how can he prepare for the next war as fully as he did at the beginning?"
Jin Fengling's brows eased, thinking that this was a good point.
This seems to have been the case since ancient times.
She nodded, "What Ai Qing said is right."
Zhang Li continued: "As the local official said before, since they left the Yanluo Mountain and continued southward, I thought that their momentum would not be too fast."
"The next few cities are not major military towns. Although there are not many defenders, they may not be able to stop them. But even so, what if he wants to take them away?"
"It can't hurt the foundation of Dagan."
Hearing this, Jin Fengling fell into a long test, but Zhang Li stopped talking.
After a long time, she said: "Come on, you all tell me how to deal with this."
Immediately, everyone in the court started talking and discussing.
Zhang Li's face was as dark as water. He didn't give any more advice, but just listened.
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After the court meeting, Jin Fengling returned to the palace with a gloomy expression.
The discussions in the court were of no use. The ministers talked a lot, but what could they accomplish?
If Huang Long had not died, it would have been a good choice to let him lead the army.
Thinking of this, Jin Fengling was a little annoyed. If he had known this earlier, he should not have killed Huang Long in the first place.
At this time, a young eunuch came to report that it was Jin Jiande who came to see him.
Jin Fengling's face immediately darkened.
"Let him in!"
Soon after, Jin Jiande came on crutches with the support of the young eunuch.
"Hmph, how dare you come to see me!"
In the splendid Qinxian Palace, Jin Fengling's delicate, porcelain-like face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
Under the condensed willow eyebrows, a pair of windy eyes were filled with evil aura. Just as the words she spat out, it pierced into the heart of Jin Jiande in the audience like a sharp blade.
In addition to the pain in his body, his heart ached.
His injury has not healed well. After Dr. Jiang's acupuncture and herbal medicine last time, although his right leg still hurts, his cough has been relieved a lot.
For this reason, he dragged his unhealed body and ordered his servants to take him to the palace.
He had to meet the Holy One, and he couldn't wait a moment longer.
At this moment, facing Jin Fengling's anger, a blush of shame appeared on Jin Jiande's pale face.
"Your Majesty, this humble minister is incompetent. He betrayed your Majesty's trust and failed to kill the traitor. I deserve death for my crime!"
If his right leg hadn't been broken and he could only use crutches now, Jin Jiande would have squatted down and kowtowed a few times, but unfortunately, he couldn't even kowtow now.
Thinking of this, Jin Jiande felt increasingly miserable.
"Oh, you know you deserve to die!"
"Hundreds of thousands of people died in one battle!"
"I have never seen a battle like this!"
Jin Fengluan clenched his fists, and his fair face turned red, but it was caused by anger.
Thinking of that day, after receiving the news of Yanluoshan's defeat, Jin Fengling still felt short of breath, and anger seemed to live in his body.
Jin Jiande raised his head and saw Jin Fengling's pretty face was frosty. He trembled: "The rebels have many soldiers and horses. If they can conquer and fight well, they will be defeated even if they try their best."
Upon hearing this, Jin Fengling was furious.
"What? Are you afraid of being like this after a battle?"
"If you can't fight with your troops, why can't others do the same?!!"
