As soon as the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th passed, the whole city of Beijing became lively.

There is no such thing, because the tens of thousands of military divisions in Suiyuan just walked around for thousands of miles, followed by the officers, and returned to the capital.

For tens of thousands of people in the capital, it is the greatest luck that their fathers, sons, and nephews can return safely.

But for many generals who want to make meritorious deeds, it is very difficult.

Especially Wu Sangui and Li Jingwu, especially Wu Sangui.

Riding on a horse, Wu Sangui looks majestic and exudes the courage of a military commander, which is impressive.

Surrounded by a group of soldiers, the bright armor and fierce aura spoke of its excellence.

Wu Sangui is forty-five years old this year.

Among the ten great princes, he is in the middle of the pack in terms of age, but at the same time he is at his most energetic.

The most obvious evidence is that, except for the newly promoted Gao Yigong and Li Dingguo, he did not have a double title, that is, his other son was a baron.

Although he made great achievements in North Korea and Liaodong, he is insignificant compared to others.

Everyone in the army felt that the reason why he was ranked among the top nobles was because he dedicated tens of thousands of Kanto cavalry.

In addition, many people argued that it was his delaying time that led to the invasion of the army into Beijing, which led to the suicide of the late emperor and the overthrow of the country.

This made him particularly frustrated.

Really, everything will be blamed on him.

Especially when he was being discussed while carrying his record on his back, he felt unwilling to do so.

Therefore, he desperately wanted a hearty victory to prove himself and improve his status among the nobles.

Unfortunately, this battle in Mobei, which had high hopes, ended in an anticlimax and paved the way for Zeng Ying.

Good guy, let's directly lead Tukushetu Khan's tribe northward. What a temptation this is for the generals!

If he missed such a good opportunity, it would cost him his life.

Outside the palace gate, the eunuchs and ministers had been waiting for a long time.

Wu Sangui and others went to the summer resort. After meeting the emperor, they hurried back to their villa.

At this time, his eldest son, twenty-four-year-old Wu Yingxiong, stood respectfully to greet him.

"Let's go!" Wu Sangui stopped and looked at his son's handsome appearance. He nodded slightly, feeling extremely satisfied.

Compared with other achievements, Wu Sangui always wanted his son to study. Perhaps due to the influence of the Ming Dynasty trend for hundreds of years, or the stability of the title, Wu Sangui did not have high hopes for his eldest son.

Wu Yingxiong stayed calm and responded.

Being obedient and serious are his strengths.

Returning to the house, he met Fang Guangchen in the study.

After spending several years in officialdom, this former counselor finally resigned and returned to his former leisurely life as a staff officer.

"Dong Weng is still angry about what happened in Mobei?"

"That's right." Wu Sangui didn't hide anything: "It's a pity that I missed such a good job."

Fang Yichen shook his head and said: "The official position of the country is high, and the minister stationed in Mongolia has been located in Mobei for a long time. He has great autonomy. The emperor will not rest assured."

"You can't earn it in the first place."

In this way, Wu Sangui was quite discouraged: "Now that the ministers can't get anything, and the military achievements are too little, what should we do in the long run?"

Fang Yichen understood Wu Sangui's situation.

The nobles first compete for titles. If they want to wait for titles, they compete for military merit and seniority.

Good guy, Wu Sangui missed the Battle of Dashanguan, the Battle of Huguang, the Battle of Xi'an, the Battle of Luoyang, the Battle of Nanjing, and the crucial Battle of Beijing.

Often in the second half, he plays the villain, which leaves people speechless.

"Fighting merit may not be necessary in officialdom."

Fang Yichen smiled and spread out his folding fan, his face full of confidence.

"How to say?"

Wu Sangui was stunned for a moment, then asked directly.

"Fifth Army Commander's Mansion."

Fang Yichen raised his head, his eyes bright: "Ten major princes sit in one department, but the most important one is the Military and Political Department."

"Isn't that Zhu Meng's position?"

Wu Sangui was stunned.

"The administrative affairs of the Military and Administrative Department are complex and require both high fire and low fire. Zhu Meng is not suitable for the Military and Administrative Department."

"You want me to fight?"

"No, Dong Weng, you have to fight for yourself."

Fang Yichen said in a deep voice.

"The Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army controls the world's troops. Although the military department is decentralized, it should not be underestimated. Those who can fight must be fought back."

When he said this, his eyes burst out with bright colors, which surprised Wu Sangui.

"Because, in the future, there will not be many opportunities for the Duke to also be in charge of the Governor's Mansion, and the Marquises will naturally not be willing to take the position of subordinates easily."

"The marquis is several times as powerful as the duke. When the time comes, the competition will be huge."

"As for you, you must try your best to let Duke Jingguo gain a favorable position and establish the status of the Duke for decades to come."

At this time, Wu Sangui suddenly realized.

Because of the importance of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, it is only natural that as the first-generation Duke, he should take a front-line position in advance to pave the way for the next generation.

After all, no one knows whether the Shaowu Dynasty can inherit official positions after inheriting titles like the previous Ming Dynasty. For example, the Duke of Wei has held the official position of Nanjing garrison for generations, which is the envy of others.

If you cannot hold an official position, you must expand your influence and pave the way for your heirs.

Because the righteous Duke You Shiwei was demoted, the entire system of nobles and nobles became restless.

There is a carrot and a pit. Only when the ones in front leave can the ones behind follow.

At this time, there was another scene in the capital.

The noisy Fanou Street was actually a little empty at this time.

In Prince Fu's house, Prince Fu Zhu Yousong, who was imprisoned in the mansion, was lying under the shadow of the tree. Several maids stood aside to fan him.

His complexion is fair, but his complexion is a bit bad, with heavy bags under his eyes. This is a kind of paleness caused by alcoholism, and his Yintang is also faintly black.

At fifty years old, his temples are gray, but his skin is shiny and does not look old.

He had a chubby face and looked very fat in his loose robe. He was lying on the chair with his flesh spread directly to both sides, slowly squeezing the entire chair.

Zhu Yousong complained more than once that he wanted to order a large bamboo chair, but he often said it but could not say it.

Because he was afraid that his sudden words might make the emperor think of him and the court think of him, making him disgusting, which would lead to a decrease in his treatment.

Compared with other Zhu family members, Emperor Shaowu was indeed kind-hearted.

Look at the Jiansu people, they were imprisoned stupidly. Yingzong was imprisoned in Nangong and faced death. Now he is trapped in the palace, with no worries about food and drink, and a group of wives and concubines. It is simply great.

I am used to living a life of ups and downs and facing beheading all the time. This kind of life is so nostalgic.

"Why is it so quiet today?"

Zhu Yousong suddenly opened his eyes and leaned his ears against the wall.

"Sir, I heard that the army is coming back today, and everyone on the street is probably waiting to welcome them."

The maid's clear voice sounded.

"Oh!" Zhu Yousong nodded, with a disappointed look on his face.

This location was specially chosen by him. It was shady and close to the street. He could hear a lot of interesting things. This was the first time he had found folk life so interesting after living in the palace for decades.

Suddenly, the small door opened, and a servant came to report that it was King Lu.

King Zhu Changfang of Lu was one of the vassal kings who fled to Huai'an with him. Later, because the Donglin Party tried to establish him as the throne, he was disliked by the Donglin Party and was sent to Hangzhou.

After the city of Nanjing was captured, King Lu supervised the country, but was soon captured again, and together they were taken prisoner to Beijing.

However, after Emperor Shaowu regained Beijing, the two were treated completely differently.

King Fu Zhu Yousong was directly placed under house arrest, and his Hongguang reign was abolished. He was politically deposed from the throne, and then isolated and weakened his influence.

King Lu was different. Although he was in prison, he was forced to do so and there was no political threat. He was liberated after three to five years of house arrest.

Moreover, she often comes to see him and chat with him.

Of course Zhu Yousong understood that King Lu came with a political mission, and the purpose was very clear, which was to examine his thoughts and explore his movements, and he was considered a chess piece.

"Nephew, I'm here to see you."

It was the third time he came here in a month, and King Lu still looked very energetic. He also had a bundle of Ming Dynasty gazettes in his hand. No one could bring in except him.
To be continued...