"That's right, Ding Rongcheng, with silver helmet and silver armor, silver spear, white clothes and white robe riding a white horse, wherever he passes, thousands of troops are easy to destiny... There is a poem to prove it! In the past, when he fought in Tumu Fort, his power was still not diminished. He was surrounded and brave. Ghosts cried and gods were shocked, and the earth was tragic. Ding Rujin, Rongcheng, was full of courage!" Mr. Storyteller looked at the tea guests who had grown up again in the past two days, and used all his tricks to make him spit.

But the people in the capital were old books, so who would sell his account? He heard this section and started to coax: "This is Zhao Zilong! Don't you know if you bully me?" "It's a waste of trouble. Changshan Zhao Zilong changed to Rongcheng Ding Rujin, so he came here to talk!" Someone threw food like fennel beans and other foods. The storyteller was very embarrassed on the stage for a while, and he really wanted to find a crack to drill down.

When Ding Yi rescued Emperor Yingzong, the news came out of the capital, and all the soldiers and civilians were full of enthusiasm. In this era, although Yu Qian could say that people were the most important, the country was the second, and the king was the least. But in fact, in the hearts of the people, the emperor was the Ming Dynasty, and the Ming Dynasty was the emperor.

When Emperor Yingzong was captured, there were countless angry young students in the Imperial College, and he was deeply saddened. He often worried that the shame of Jingkang in the Song Dynasty would repeat, let alone the people who could not read big words. The emperor asked him to capture him. Who was not panicked? He looked for the way to go south, and also packed the fine and soft things, just waiting for the court to move south to follow.

This time, when Ding Yi came back from saving the emperor, everyone became more excited and came to sit in the teahouse. Who knew that this storyteller would not have a blow to everyone in such a show?

"What he said is actually not bad." But when someone heard someone say this outside the door, the tea guests looked over and saw a very rich young man walking in, sang a fat promise with a smile, "Student Chen Cha, a Datong native, who is here in the capital today, I know about Ding Rongcheng's deeds. Although this person saves trouble and insists on installing Zhao Zilong, according to Ding Rongcheng's battle track, it is probably not much different."

When the tea lovers heard that Chen Cha came from Datong, they said to him: "Young Master and I will talk to you in a separate way!" "Waiter, give this young master a pot of good tea, and count it on my account!" "What's the matter of good tea? Waiter, go to the opposite side to get a table of three taels of silver for this master to enjoy!"

"No, no, no!" Chen Cha, who was surprisingly fat, was the juren who met Ding Yi on the way to the capital. He quickly shook his hand and said, "The student's family is still good, and the wine and food are still affordable. If you want to hear it, the student will say it." He chatted with him again and again, but he was neglected by Ding Yi, and his heart was extremely unhappy. At this time, he was enjoying the atmosphere of support from everyone, which was more hearty than picking up a good ingot of silver for free. As for good tea and wine and food, it really didn't matter to him.

"... The student looked north at the city wall and saw a bright flag in the Tartar camp. "The fat juren danced with his hands and feet, "... The student saw Ding Rongcheng protecting the emperor behind him, holding a long knife in his hand, chopping the Oiratta strait, and heads soaring into the sky..."

Ding Yi, who had just entered the capital, came in and rested for a while, burst into laughter and said: I am afraid that this person's eyes are equipped with an astronomical eyeglass? Otherwise, how could he see the Oirat camp in Maoerzhuang in Datong City Wall? Can he also tell the absolutely not tall Ming-shaped battle flag?

"Let's go." Ding Yi said to Jeddah, throwing the money on the table and leaving the teahouse.

Listening to the public's enthusiasm for his own deeds, Ding Yi's eyebrows finally stretched out slightly, not for those cheering or for those who were actually no different from those of the fat juren, but at least what he did was still meaningful and recognized by the people.

After crossing the Yuhe Bridge, someone shouted in a daze: "Sir!" Ding Yi shook his head. He was too tired and was really ineffective. After a while, he saw that he was running over, but Liu Tie, "Sir, Mr. Big and Mr. Second, told people to come home and said that Mr. Mr. would come home in the next two days, but he taught Tie Mo to tell me that he and the two grandmas would know, so as not to avoid..."

"That's right, what's the point?" Ding Yi did not ask how Liu Tie's family was, nor did he comfort him, because he was really tired. He had exhausted his energy in the Ola camp and went through several battles. It was like a tight string that broke down. It was only when he arrived in Datong that he relaxed, but he got the official documents of the Ministry of War. As a result, the person who was already very tired had been on the horse for more than 300 miles in two nights and one day. When he arrived in the capital, he was really iron-clad and could not hold on.

"Yes, the two gentlemen said, so that they would not cause trouble for the grandmothers again." Liu Tie replied honestly, looking at Ding Yi's appearance, and quickly reached out to support him. Ding Yi waved his hand and told him not to do this, and just hanged it in one breath. If he was supported by him and he would breathe this breath, Ding Yi really didn't know how he would go to the Ministry of War.

Within three days, today is the last day.

"Come with me." He ordered Liu Tie.

When he went outside the Ministry of War, Liu Tie took Jeddah to settle down, and then took the horse to wash and feed the essence without taking it.

After Ding Yi signed up, some officials told him to wait in the corridor, but some people poured tea. However, Ding Yi sat on the chair and snoring came out soon. Some officials couldn't stand it, so they called Ding Yi. After a few calls, they didn't wake up. Some people wanted to wake him up, but they heard someone say behind him, "Don't be arrogant." Looking back, they saw Lord Yu Qian and Yu walked out. The officials quickly saluted. Yu Qian waved his hand to signal them to do their own business, but said to their personal followers, "Come on the pen and ink, and take some of the official documents on the desk."

When the sun was gone, Ding Yi woke up and saw a cloak covered with many patches and was washed white. The thin Yu Qian sat next to him, a small table and a pile of official documents. He pinched it with his fingernails, looked at it line by line, pinching marks from time to time, or adding comments by picking up a pen.

"Sir." Ding Yi looked at it, feeling a little moved, and stood up and lied to Qian, "The students are so tired..."

Yu Qian looked up at Ding Yi and smiled and said, "Sit down so well, and I will talk to Ru Jin after I read this document."

Even though Ding Yi knew that Yu Qian was going to settle the accounts with him, even if Ding Yi was wary of Qian, he felt warm when he listened to his words. He sat there and looked at his side, feeling quite ashamed. He even felt that he was suspicious of this Master Yu who was so hardworking for the country and the people. He was a bit guilty of judging a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Yu Qian has such personal charm. Otherwise, if Wang Zhen wanted to do him back then, the officials and businessmen wrote letters to express their feelings, which forced Wang Zhen to let go. It is not easy for a person to ask the people to think of his goodness, or his colleagues to think of his goodness; but Yu Qian is a colleague in the officialdom and the people to think of his goodness - it is important to know that the interests of the officials and the people are in opposition, but both of them are willing to stand up for him to make grievances. This has to be said that his personal charm should not be underestimated.

"The court has treated you badly." Yu Qian put down his pen and said the first sentence to Ding Yisuo was like this, "The Ming Dynasty owed you Ding Rujin. With his meager strength, he finally had a flag that never fell down. Finally, he did not let the Ming Dynasty repeat the shame of Jingkang. What you rely on is only the power of one person, and the hardships of outsiders are known to others; and the peace of life and death are enough to tell others to know?" Yu Qian took the tea and said, "If it was said that the return of the previous season was a great contribution of the state, he would have made the full contribution this time! He should have been welcomed by civil and military officials in the suburbs of the city. Even if the emperor did not come out lightly, the chief assistant should remove the armor and wash the dust for you."

Ding Yi didn't know why, but when he heard that, he felt a fever in his eyes, like a wanderer returning home, or meeting a confidant.

"It's just like Jin, the court has to owe you. Do you understand? The Wala is eyeing him and there will still be a battle with the Ming Dynasty. Before that, the 200,000 troops were completely defeated, and the capital was in trouble. He was going to prepare to welcome the Supreme Emperor back to Beijing. He was really powerless and idle to go to work hard to mobilize the troops. It is not the time to reward me on me..." Yu Qian sighed and asked Ding Yi, "If you don't owe you, how can you be fully equipped with state affairs?"

This statement may not necessarily stand the scrutiny. Even if Ding Yi is not welcomed and asked him to come back with Yingzong? But from Yu Qian's mouth, he looked at the cloak covered with patches on Ding Yi just now, and now folded up and placed aside, but it made people feel that Master Yu's words are the most reasonable.

Ding Yi was in agitation and stood up and said, "Ding Yi dared not develop such a arrogant heart. Please forgive me. I was ordered to go south before..."

"Okay, if you continue, you will be despised by others." Yu Qian stood up, pulled Ding Yi and sat down, and said with a smile, "Ru Jin, you are not an official, you are not a cliché. I only take your words, "If you benefit the country's life and death, how can you avoid misfortunes and blessings?"

Ding Yi kept nodding, tears faintly appeared in his eyes.

Yu Qian looked at Ding Yifu and said, "But if Jin can be relieved. Although it is the time for the country to be shattered, it is fundamental to reward merits and will never give you a grievance. The ministry said that I will give you a clear idea first. If Jin wants to be appointed as a military position, you can be appointed as the commander of the Jieshi Wei." The commander of the Wei is the fourth rank, two levels higher than the Qianhu of the fifth rank. Then Ding Yi went from the seventh rank to the fourth rank, not only to the three poles in a row, but to the sixth rank.

Ha Ming, who suffered with Yingzong in history, was just given a sixth-rank custody; Yuan Bin also tried the sixth-rank 100 households.

For Ding Yi, it cannot be said to be thin.

Yu Qian paused, gave Ding Yi dozens of breaths to think, and then continued: "If Ru Jin does not want to serve as a military position, he will be appointed as the Fengyi doctor and be promoted to the Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. What if Ru Jin wants to do? If there are any requirements, you can also come out with the general." Fengyi doctor is a fifth rank, and has been promoted to four levels in a row, and the promotion and rank of civil servants have always been different from that of military generals.
Chapter completed!