This martial artist just wants to be an official

Chapter 270
Beijing.

A group of people gathered into the city gate.

In the distance, at first glance, the first snow fell suddenly.

Against the wind and snow, a lone rider came in at a galloping speed.

"Good news!! Outside Hangzhou City, Ji Xuan defeated the rebels!!"

The news spread to Beijing like the wind.

At this time, there was a morning meeting in Dayong Palace. As soon as the officials stood up one after another, they heard the good news.

At this time, Jianhong was still praising Hai Wuhao in the court for the results he had just achieved by pushing the grace order.

The uncle humbled himself in the court and stepped on his useless son.

"Good news?"

Upon hearing this, Jianhong was first surprised and frowned slightly, then immediately turned into laughter.

"Hahaha!!! Ji Xuan has another good news. The Hangzhou rebels are nothing to worry about under Ji Xuan's cavalry!"

After hearing Jianhong's words, the courtiers in the hall also leaned down one after another:
"Respect your Majesty!!"

"Great Yong for ten thousand years!"

"How can a mere rebel be Ji Gong's opponent?"

"Haha, even though Ji Thief has no abilities, this battle has indeed brought some success."

"........."

"I wonder if my commander, Commander Ji, was injured?"

With a faint smile on his face, Jianhong looked at the person reporting the news in front of him.

"Your Majesty, Ji Gong won a great victory and was unscathed!"

"So..."

After Jianhong heard the news, a trace of trance flashed across his face, and then he chuckled:
"Go down and rest first."

"Yes!"

The messenger finished the news in a hurry and went to rest.

Seeing the messenger leaving the court, Jianhong's eyes became somewhat intriguing.

"My dear friends, what reward would be better for Ji Xuan when he defeats the rebels this time?"

Although he said this, everyone looked at the current Minister of Rites.

Although the Ministry of Rites is in charge of etiquette, the division of rewards for officials also falls under the Ministry of Rites.

Although the Minister of Rites also had to speak up, giving Ji Xuan a reward... the Minister was not enough.

Zhu Youdang, the Minister of Rites, was in a daze.

"Master Zhu?"

Seeing Zhu Youdang running away, someone nearby pushed him.

Zhu Youdang glanced at Jianhong and found that there was an indescribable meaning in Jianhong's eyes when he looked at him. He instantly felt a dangerous breath coming towards his face.

A sudden thought occurred in his heart, and he knelt on the ground without thinking:

"Your Majesty, I believe that the rebels only number in the tens of thousands, and they are all the people of Dayong. The prisoners will be released to farm and sent to work as corvees. Although this battle is won, it will only consume the power of our country. It is called a great victory. In order to win a tragic victory, although this achievement is achieved, I am not very happy. It is better to reward Master Ji with a thousand taels of gold, a hundred bolts of cloth, dozens of slaves, and two carts of treasures..."

As he spoke, his voice became a little lower.

If nothing else, the reason is too far-fetched.

What is called a great victory but actually a tragic victory?What do you mean by wasting the power of my great Yong state?

Can this be confusing?
Merit is merit, and military merit is military merit. As soon as Jianhong said this, there was no need for Jianhong to find any reason. Someone directly stood up to oppose it.

The Weiwu Marquis was in charge of Dayong's military strength. Although the life and death of the Weiwu Marquis was uncertain now, the other nobles who had come up through military service were all staring at Zhu Youdang fiercely.

"My surname is Zhu! What do you mean by this? What do you mean by rebels and the people of Dayong? What do you mean by a tragic victory in this battle? The victory report just now made it clear that our army lost more than a thousand people and injured two thousand against the enemy's twenty thousand. , [-] prisoners! This victory is obviously a great victory, how can we give back the people? From the moment we join the rebels, we are no longer the people of Dayong!!"

Yong Huaihou stood up at this time. After glaring at Zhu Youdang with his leopard eyes, he cried to Jianhong:
"Your Majesty, if this man surnamed Zhu said this, wouldn't all the deaths of our sergeants have been in vain? Then where will the rebels appear in the future, who will be willing to fight to the death on the front line? Anyone who dares to say this must be a traitor ! Dare you ask Your Majesty to kill this beast! Respect me as a school!"

With Hou Huaiyong fighting like this, good guys, everyone in the court stopped dozing off and came down. The marquis and the princes all stood up and imitated what Yong Huaihou said. In the end, they all wanted to kill Zhu. Yu Dang, a traitor who deceived the public with his lies, was killed.

As a result, the Minister of Rites shivered and knelt on the ground, not daring to say a word.

Damn you, you bunch of idiots, didn't you see that our Majesty didn't want to reward Ji Xuan? ?He is all under the command of Pei Yinlang!He is already a first-class official!How else can I reward you? ?

"All right!!"

Jianhong looked like a monkey queuing up. One after another, people came up to him to report Zhu Youdang's condition. He was also a little annoyed. Looking at Zhu Youdang kneeling on the ground, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes. Just call him a brainless idiot!

"Zhu Aiqing's words are really inappropriate. Our soldiers sacrificed their lives and shed blood. How can we deny the peace that our soldiers bought with their lives with just a few words? I will fine you half a month's salary. Go home at night and reflect on it."

Jianhong looked at Zhu who was shivering on the ground with some hatred.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After Zhu Youdang heard Jianhong's words, he burst into tears of gratitude and almost broke his head. After he finished, he returned to his position and stood up.

"What do Li Aiqing think?"

Seeing that no one in the hall answered this question, Jianhong had no choice but to turn his attention to Li Zhen, the current chief assistant.

There are only a few people who can award Ji Xuan a reward, and a few of them can be said to be Ji Xuan's life and death enemies. How could they worry about this matter?

When Li Zhen heard Jianhong ask himself, he opened his half-closed eyes a little. After seeing Jianhong's eyes, he naturally understood what Jianhong meant. He said calmly:

"With such great achievements, you can be awarded a knighthood."

This statement came out.

Everyone in the court became quiet.

Knighthood.

It doesn't mean that you can get a reward just by giving it a reward.

And Ji Xuan...

This battle was indeed a great victory. Originally, it could be excused by the lack of seniority, but now Ji Xuan has been in the court for so many years. Regardless of his seniority or his contribution this time, it is really not an exaggeration to be awarded a title...

"Noble title?"

When Jianhong heard this suggestion, a glint flashed in his eyes. He looked up and down at Li Zhen, who was speaking slowly, trying to get some clues from him.

But Li Zhen still stood there with his eyes and nose in mind, without any trace of panic.

"Then what title does Li Aiqing think is better?"

Speaking of this, Jianhong's voice remained calm.

But some keen officials in the DPRK have heard that His Majesty is a little unhappy.

The uncle looked at Li Zhen standing in front of him with burning eyes.

Since the last chapter about Li Zhen's sentence: After Yongcai passed the civil and military affairs of the entire dynasty, my uncle would carefully observe Li Zhen's state when he went to court every day, from his standing posture to his sitting posture, and even some of his verbal expressions, including some of his usual speech. If you like it, you must be in line with the chief minister.

Li Zhen was not frightened by Jianhong's momentum, he just smiled lightly and said:

"Returning from a great victory is naturally a great reward. Being able to achieve such a great victory with nearly ten times the difference in the number of enemies and ourselves also proves from the side that Lord Ji's ability to lead troops is not inferior to that of a mighty warrior. It is a good thing that we, Dayong, have such a general. Your Majesty should be happy."

Jianhong saw that there was something of his own in Li Zhen's words, so he looked at him calmly and asked:

"What kind of reward is the Grand Prize?"

"The old minister feels that if you become a minister, you can feed thousands of households."

Li Zhen said seriously:
"In this way, we can stabilize the morale of countless soldiers in Dayong."

The corners of Jianhong's mouth twitched slightly.

He could naturally hear the hidden meaning of Li Zhen's words.

The uncertainty about the life and death of Wei Wuhou has caused the morale of Dayong's army to be somewhat shaken.After all, Wei Wuhou is Dayong's new military god today.

But it happened that such a military god was assassinated and lay in the imperial hospital...

It can be said that if Ji Xuan is granted a title at this time, it will be announced to the outside world that a new God of War has appeared in Dayong...

Naturally, the army can also stabilize.

Even people's hearts can be stabilized.

Can……

This is really not what Jianhong wants to see...

Naturally, he has a new candidate in mind for Dayongxin’s Military God!

So he didn't want to take advantage of this opportunity to agree, so he looked at the uncle in the crowd...

Um? ?

The uncle looked confused when he saw Jianhong looking towards him.

If not Your Majesty, can this involve me? ?

nothing wrong with me?
I must have read it wrong.

But after waiting for a while, he found that Jianhong's eyes had not changed on his face. Naturally, the uncle knew that he couldn't hide...

He must stand up and say something.

Who told him to be promoted by Jianhong?

He must take responsibility for some things.

But what to say? ?
The uncle frowned, then his eyes brightened slightly, he gritted his teeth and stood up to speak.

"Master Li, this is wrong."

The uncle cleared his throat and came up holding his sign.

Um? ?

Seeing the uncle who suddenly appeared, a big question mark flashed across Manchao Wenwu's face.

There shouldn't be anything going on here, right?Why do you need to stand up and wade into this troubled waters? ?
Aren't you looking for trouble for yourself?

The uncle felt countless eyes looking at him, and for a moment it was like a ray of light on his back...

But there was no other way. Jianhong had made it clear for him to stand up, so it had to be done even if it didn't work.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Marquis Weiwu is just comatose, and his life is not necessarily in danger. If we are sealed with Ji Xuan here, then the morale of the army will be stable. How will we deal with Marquis Weiwu if he wakes up and recovers? ? Isn’t what you’re doing here chilling your heart? Isn’t it just drinking poison to quench your thirst??”

The uncle said nothing wrong with both emotion and reason.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Jianhong's eyes lit up first, regardless of others.

Then he looked at his uncle with pleased and appreciative eyes, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Master Hai, what you said is too much. You must know that a country cannot be without a king for a day, and the army cannot be without a commander for a day. It would be fine if the mighty prince was in a coma for a day or two, but he has been in the imperial hospital. If I don’t wake up every day, will my Yongjun’s heart be unstable for a day??”

Naturally, some people came up to refute the uncle's words, and the person who refuted him was a high-ranking official from Ji Xuan's party. This official spoke with righteousness.

The uncle was naturally not to be outdone:
"According to what you said, the military affairs are confused with the court affairs again?? Isn't this a strong statement?!"

"Hey, I'm just confused! I said Ji Gong didn't do anything to you, right? When it comes to Ji Gong's matter, why is it that your surname Hai is like a dog that has never seen shit? You came here just after smelling the fishy smell? You are like this How can someone who wants fame and reputation deserve to bark here?? What your nephew said is absolutely right, Shuzi! Don’t agree with us!!”

The man exploded in an instant. He had long disliked Hai Rui. Ever since he came to the capital, he had always found trouble with himself and others inexplicably. Today was obviously a good time, but this guy surnamed Hai still wanted to do it. It’s really irritating to come and give it a try...

"Do you want me to scold me again?? Believe it or not, I'll fuck you by copying my shoes?? You're a fool! Do you know how to write the word "stroke" in "stroke"?

Of course the uncle was blowing his beard and staring.

The words Lu Yuanzhi said about him at home somehow spread out inexplicably, causing Hai Rui to be somewhat infamous in Beijing...

He gets angry when he mentions this.

Damn it, it was obviously just an accidental conversation between me and my nephew, how could it become someone else's words to attack me? ?

Seeing that the courtroom was about to turn into a scolding war, Jianhong slapped the table angrily!
"quiet!!!"

"quiet!!!"

There is a yellow gate standing aside to warn officials.

The uncle snorted coldly and stood up, stroking his sleeves.

Naturally, all the officials looked at the uncle not to be outdone.

Jianhong said gloomily:

"Okay!! What's the difference between each one of them and that shrew in the market?? Let's expose this matter today. We will make a decision after Ji Aiqing returns to the court! Retreat from the court!"

After saying that, he stood up angrily, got off the dragon chair with a gloomy face, and disappeared in a moment.

The turmoil in the court came to an end today.

The turmoil in the court was only over on the surface. After Jianhong came out of Jinluan Hall, he returned to the imperial study without stopping.

The expression on his face could no longer be controlled at this time and became gloomy.

"Come here! Send the messenger!"

"Yes!"

……

Not long after, the messenger was waiting outside the room.

Jianhong took a deep breath, managed his expression, and tried to make his face calm.

After a while, the messenger who appeared at the court knelt in front of him.

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years!!"

The whole messenger was excited.

Being summoned by His Majesty alone would be enough for him to brag about for the rest of his life.

"Get up. I have called you to see me. I have some questions to ask you. Just answer them truthfully."

Jianhong looked at the young messenger in front of him calmly.

The messenger kowtowed and said:
"Thank you, Your Majesty."

After saying that, he stood up tremblingly.

He stared at the ground, not daring to look up.

"What happened in the Battle of Hangzhou? Tell me the details in detail!"

Jianhong's voice was majestic, and he knew what he was doing in front of a small messenger.

"Your Majesty, I will cross Luoshui with Marshal Ji that day..."

The little messenger told everything he saw.

The more Jianhong listened, the more he narrowed his eyes. In the end, he stood up with a "Teng" sound and looked straight at the messenger:

"What did you say?? King Yu colluded with the rebels??!!"

Jianhong's voice was like a demonic sound in the Nine Netherworld, exuding the aura of death.

The messenger was directly frightened by its power and knelt down with a bang, lying on the ground shivering.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, it was Duke Ji who sent the order... King Yu colluded with the rebels... and violently attacked our army outside Hangzhou City... This is all what I have witnessed with my own eyes..."

The messenger's words were somewhat awkward. . .

(End of this chapter)