Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 84 Yuan Chonghuan is proud of his talent

Wang Qi was promoted to Commander-in-Chief of Liaodong, taking charge of all military matters in Liaodong.

When this news came out, the entire capital was silent. Most people who were interested in the government understood what it meant to be a commander-in-chief of Liaodong who was less than twenty years old.

Of course, in addition to being appointed as the chief military officer, the even more exciting news is that the emperor wanted to make Wang Qi a marquis, but was directly rejected.

"I heard that Wang Qi refused to accept the title of Marquis Dingyuan in order to protect his uncle." In restaurants and tea shops, when people talk about the court meeting that day, they will always talk about the scene where Wang Qi paid homage to Marquis Dingyuan.

The life-long ideal that many people dream of, such as being granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister, was abandoned by Wang Qi like a piece of shit.

"Do you think the ministers of the dynasty were so easy to fool? If Wang Qi just resigned, then Han Xu and Yang Lian would never let Wang Huazhen go. What really made all the ministers shut up was Wang Qi's words Three years of Ping Liao!"

Two men who seemed to have quite a lot of money were sitting in a corner of the restaurant, exchanging opinions on the affairs of the court a few days ago.

Discussing the situation of the court in a few words, giving advice on the country in restaurants and tea shops,
  It is the most superior way for local people in Gyeonggi to communicate their feelings.

"That's Ping Liao!" The slightly stout man sighed: "If Wang Qi really made it, the current emperor would be able to straighten his back and cry towards the memorial tablet of Taizu Chengzu in front of the Ancestral Temple. Shangsan cried! If the holy tablet goes to the ancestral temple in the future, we can choose a perfect location."

"Haha, Wang Qi said it lightly. Is it because Houjin Nurhaci's sword is blunt, or is it that the Eight Banners soldiers have begun to listen to music and fight cocks? Before Wang Qi, my court suffered so many defeats, and only the people in the memorial died. Numbers? Hundreds of thousands of troops were destroyed, thousands of miles of fertile fields flowed into rivers of blood, and wreckage and bones piled up into mountains. This is how Hou Jin achieved the reputation of being invincible."

The man's companion sneered, stretched out his hand to pick up the half-full wine glass, and said while looking at it: "Ping Liao? Let's talk about it after Wang Qi really leads the army to face-to-face with Hou Jin several times!"

"Do you doubt the strength of my Ming Dynasty martial arts?" The slightly taller man said in a darker tone, with a hint of displeasure.

"It depends on the facts. Wang Qi only showed his talents in small-scale battles. He has not yet accepted the test of fighting with hundreds of thousands of troops. The result is still unknown!" His companion shrugged, looking like he was worried about it. Three years have passed since the Liao Dynasty, and there is no hope.

Now, it is obvious that among the people of the Ming Dynasty, those who are interested in the government are roughly divided into two groups. One group is Wang Qi's fanatical fans, who unconditionally support the Ming Dynasty Wu Qu. They believe that Wang Qi can turn the tide in Liaodong, and also believe in the Ming Dynasty. The resurgence of the dynasty lies in Wang Qi. After all, all knowledgeable people understand that as long as the Liaodong border area is stable, the court will be free to deal with commercial and civil affairs in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and southeastern China, improve the grain-producing areas in Guangdong, Guangxi, and the Central Plains, and wipe out mountains and Shaanxi. , Yungui Tusi and other places are in chaos, then the world will be safe and prosperous. This is not a foolish dream.

The other group belongs to the pessimistic group. They have a pessimistic and despairing attitude towards anyone's Liaodong plan. They believe that the late Jin Dynasty has already achieved its power and cannot be overthrown. At present, the Ming Dynasty can only defend the pass by retreating to the pass and guarding the pass. prisoner.

"Then let's wait and see," the man held up his wine glass and saluted, "Three years is not far away."

"Wait and see!"

The two friends' wine glasses collided, making a crisp sound, which was extremely pleasant to the ears.

Not far behind the two of them, a man in his late forties, wearing a navy blue robe, listened to the conversation with an expressionless expression.

"Element, what do you think of Wang Qi's Ping Liao words?" The companions of the blue-robed man naturally heard people's comments.

"Me?" The man in blue robe raised his eyebrows and laughed at himself: "I went out to Shanhaiguan alone to survey the terrain and correct the map for the Ministry of War. After I came back, I was laughed at for half a year because of my joke. Now you ask me what I think? "

"Element, what you said at first was to stick to the pass, I asked about three years of Pingliao," the man's companion chuckled, obviously really wanting to hear the blue-robed man's opinion.

"I, Yuan Chonghuan, am not so arrogant as to say something about three years of Ping Liao." The man in blue robe shook his head.

"He is Wang Qi," the companion looked at Yuan Chonghuan. Yuan Chonghuan reached out and stroked his long beard, his eyes moved slightly: "Wang Qi..."

After a long while, under the slightly expectant eyes of his companions, Yuan Chonghuan said: "If we stick to one place and delay it for three years, causing Jianzhou to collapse internally, it is feasible. If we take the initiative to attack and respond to the enemy on all sides, our army will be exhausted." , then you will definitely lose!”

Gee!
  The companion chuckled: "In short, Element, you are still not optimistic about the situation in Liaodong, but you took me to hand over a greeting card to Wang Qi's house that day. Why is that?"

There was no embarrassment in being found out about the inconsistency. Yuan Chonghuan looked as usual and said: "If Wang Qi gets my help, the predicament in Liaodong can be solved, and the peace of Liaoning in three years is not an empty talk!"

"Hahaha, element, element, you are still so arrogant and arrogant!" The companion pointed at Yuan Chonghuan with his finger: "I hope Wang Qi can discern pearls and pick up this dusty pearl of yours."

Ignoring the ridicule of his friends, Yuan Chonghuan lowered his head and touched the wine glass in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, more than ten miles outside the Dongzhi Gate of the capital, an inconspicuous carriage was parked on the roadside to rest, and five servants in long attire were scattered around.

There are many officials and families coming and going in the Beijing and Hebei areas, so merchants carrying goods along the official roads don't care. They just need to stay away a little when passing by so as not to disturb the officials and their families.

The carriage is not far away, by the river.

"You can go to the capital and find a house for me to live in. Why bother with my nephew?" Wang Huazhen, dressed as a rich man, stood by the river beside the official road with a calm expression.

He came to the capital as a criminal to be inspected by the Third Division. He was afraid that his identity would bring trouble to Wang Qi, so he did not want to meet his nephew in the near future.

"In order to save the master, the young master even resigned from the position of marquis. Is it possible that he is closer to his uncle because he is afraid of being gossiped about?" The housekeeper supported Wang Huazhen and sat down slowly.

"Moreover, if the master is guilty of a crime, he will avoid it for fear of contamination, which will also damage the reputation of the master."

"Alas," Hua Wang could only sigh when he heard this. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the voice of a servant in the distance.

"Master, the young master is here!" In the distance, several servants shouted towards this side. Wang Huazhen raised his eyes and saw that further away, two people were galloping towards him, one behind the other.

Not long after, approaching the carriage, Wang Qi and Tai Erbao dismounted and ran towards Wang Hua Zhenping.

"Wang Qi pays homage to uncle," with a plop, Wang Qi bowed to Wang Huazhen.

No matter what Wang Huazhen's reputation is outside, Wang Qi's mother and uncle are the elders here, and there is no way to repay the kindness of raising her.

"Er Bao pays homage to the master!" Qin Er Bao also knelt on the ground.

"Get up quickly, you shouldn't be here," Wang Huazhen stepped forward to help Wang Qi up, looking at her nephew with a heavy tone.

After not seeing each other for a few months, that dandy yamen has become a world-famous Ming Dynasty general.

"It doesn't matter," Wang Qi said with a smile on his face: "As long as it's not an affair with a slave, my nephew can help you suppress anything in the world!!"

(End of this chapter)