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Chapter 82
In the 11th year of Ming Chongzhen, October 21, at the end of Shenshi.

In Beijing of the Ming Dynasty, the Forbidden City, the Imperial Palace, and the Nuan Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, under the light of candles, the Nuan Pavilion is very bright.

Emperor Chongzhen was sitting in front of the imperial case, carefully reviewing the memorial. He only took a nap at noon, and he was always in the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace, even eating here.

The Qing army invaded and ravaged the capital, causing the capital to become so corrupt. Emperor Chongzhen lost count of how many times he got angry, and the court ladies and eunuchs around him were all trembling.

Cao Huachun, the head of the eunuch and admiral of Dongchang, the chief inspector of ceremonies, approached the Nuan Pavilion. He held a new memorial to the palace in his hand. He walked lightly to the imperial case, and respectfully released it. On the imperial case.

Cao Huachun didn't wait for Emperor Chongzhen to ask questions, so he whispered excitedly: "My lord, great victory, great victory, Lu Xiang ascended to pass the good news, Xuanzhen beheaded 370 people at the seventh level in the southern suburbs, and captured 55 slaves below Jialazhangjing alive. Official banners, banners, golden drums..."

Chongzhen suddenly regained his spirits. His Da Mingtai needed a great victory, not only to boost the morale of the army, but also to comfort the spirit of the second ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, and he also needed such a great victory to demonstrate his governance of the country. The ability and the heart of loving and protecting the people.

With bright eyes, he grabbed the melody from Cao Huachun's hand, and hastily opened his hands to read it carefully. He read every word carefully, for fear of missing a single word.

After looking at it with his eyes wide open, he looked at it carefully from beginning to end as if he couldn't believe it.

Suddenly, he suddenly slapped the imperial case, stood up, and said in a loud voice very excitedly: "What a Zhang Cheng, there was a victory in Mafang before, and now he has killed hundreds of slaves, and even captured the slave thief Jia Lazhangjing!" , it seems that I, Ming, am not nobody."

Emperor Chongzhen turned around several times excitedly in the warm pavilion of Qianqing Palace, as if he himself was in the battlefield of fighting slaves and thieves, and images of swords and soldiers intersecting involuntarily appeared in his mind.

He stood in the Nuan Pavilion and nodded repeatedly, thinking in his heart: This Zhang Cheng really lived up to my expectations. When Mafang Jiexun reported to the imperial court, he knew that he was a talent. credit.

Then he stood still, the excitement on his face still not retreating, and he said to Cao Huachun: "Quick, quickly send Yang Aiqing to come to see me."

Cao Huachun gently withdrew from the warm cabinet, and immediately went to the cabinet to convey Chongzhen's will to Yang Sichang.

Emperor Chongzhen also sat back in front of the imperial case, contemplating deeply, and felt that perhaps he should not have removed Lu Xiangsheng's title of Minister of War, so he whispered to himself: "Lu Aiqing must not be able to fight, but I took away his ministerial title." job."

Thinking of this, Chongzhen couldn't help but wonder whether Lu Xiangsheng's title of Minister of War should be restored immediately, and he should be given the Shangfang Sword again, so that he can better supervise the soldiers and horses of the world's diligent kings and fight fiercely with the slaves.

He suddenly picked up his pen, and was about to write an imperial decree, to praise Lu Xiangsheng and Zhang Cheng for their loyalty and bravery, and to give some money and money to encourage them to fight the enemy better.

However, Chongzhen held the pen, but was reluctant to write it for a long time. He put the pen back on the pen holder again, thinking in his heart: Let's wait for Yang Aiqing to come and listen to his opinion first!

Not long after, the eunuch Cao Huachun, the supervisor of rites and the eunuch of Bingbi, came in a hurry with Yang Sichang, the minister of the Ministry of rites and a scholar of the cabinet, and stepped into the warm cabinet.

After Cao Huachun entered the Nuan Pavilion, he softly replied: "My lord, Mr. Yang has arrived."

After finishing speaking, he stepped aside, and the cabinet minister Yang Sichang saluted and sang: "My minister Yang Sichang has seen your majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Yang Sichang respectfully knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Emperor Chongzhen. Although he was deeply favored by Chongzhen, every time he entered the palace to meet the emperor, he would always appear respectful, especially when it came to etiquette. , he was even more meticulous.

This is also one of the reasons why Emperor Chongzhen loves him and trusts him. He is both capable and loyal to himself. If such a capable minister and minister does not care for him, who else should he care for?
After the cabinet minister Yang Sichang saluted, he lay respectfully on the square brick floor in the Nuan Pavilion, quietly waiting for Emperor Chongzhen to speak.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at Yang Sichang who was still kneeling on the ground, and said in a very joyful voice: "Yang Aiqing please get up quickly."

The cabinet minister Yang Sichang once again thanked him respectfully, and then slowly got up.

Although he is nearly 50 years old, his body is still extremely strong, his beard and hair are black, his eyes are piercing and energetic, he looks really shrewd and capable, especially the red official robe on his body, which shows his demeanor even more extraordinary.

Compared with the young and haggard Emperor Chongzhen sitting behind the imperial case, the cabinet minister Yang Sichang really has nothing to say about the maintenance of his body.

Yang Sichang, who had just got up and stood up, was peeking at Emperor Chongzhen's expression sideways. When he saw Chongzhen's face full of joy, he knew it in his heart, but he still put on a very respectful expression and stood still. There, waiting for the emperor's questioning.

Emperor Chongzhen looked at Yang Sichang in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was. He took Lu Xiangsheng's memorial to announce the good news in his hand, and said in a calm tone: "Yang Aiqing, please read this memorial first."

Yang Sichang straightened up slightly to make his standing posture look better, then bowed his body slightly, bent slightly, and took the memorabilia from Lu Xiangsheng handed by Cao Huachun with both hands, and read it carefully.

Sitting behind the imperial case, Emperor Chongzhen took a sip of tea with satisfaction, watching the change of expression on Yang Sichang's face with anticipation.

However, the cabinet minister Yang Sichang read the victory memorial for a long time, his eyes became more and more red, and finally there were tears rolling in his eyes, almost rolling down.

He put down the victory report, solemnly rearranged his clothes, knelt down again, and saluted Emperor Chongzhen, singing loudly: "Lai Zuzong Hongfu, Holy God Tianwei, young general Zhang Chengzhong, brave and unparalleled, the best of the three armies, Lu Shilang and Xuanzhen General Yang have such a great victory, I would like to congratulate the emperor and congratulate Daming!"

When the cabinet minister Yang Sichang said this, he prostrated himself on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.

Emperor Chongzhen was in a very relaxed mood at this time. He was laughing, but seeing Yang Sichang in such a state, he couldn't help but be moved by Yang Sichang. He said: "I love you and you are loyal to the country. I am very relieved, but there is no need to be like this. Get up quickly."

He called the little eunuchs who were accompanying him and said, "Come here, bring a chair for Yang Aiqing."

A young eunuch who was on duty hastily moved a soft couch over, and said to the cabinet minister Yang Sichang respectfully: "Please sit down, sir."

After seeing Yang Sichang sitting down, Emperor Chongzhen asked anxiously in a somewhat excited voice: "Aiqing thinks that Lu Xiangsheng's Jiewen is true?"

(End of this chapter)