In the morning of the next day, there was an influx of discounts from all over the country.
Not long after the start of the dynasty, they piled up into a small mountain.
Emperor Changxing took out a few books and looked through them with no expression on his face.
They either asked politely about the exact war situation in Western Xinjiang, or directly suggested that the court send troops to support.
The thoughtful minister saw Emperor Changxing's ugly face and immediately stood up.
"Your Majesty, I have something to report. The governor of Xiyu County recently reported that red tides are flooding along the southern coast, and various aquatic products have suffered heavy losses..."
This person tried to bring up other matters to divert the issue, but within a few rounds he would be brought back to the Western Xinjiang issue by other important ministers.
"Master Zhang, the red tide in Xiyu County will flood every year in June and July. Didn't the court warn them already this year? They even asked them to fish in advance to avoid affecting the war in Dingxi County."
"Yes, the fortress and Dingxi are more important. The west is restless, and the clouds are restless."
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Emperor Changxing looked at the courtiers talking among themselves below, his face as dark as water.
Without this newspaper, he would not have known that there were so many courtiers in the court speaking to the Zhenguo government...
"Your Majesty?" Changlu coughed lightly.
When Emperor Changxing came back to his senses and saw the situation in front of him clearly, his face looked strange.
King Qin, who had always been so docile, stood up at some point, opening his mouth and saying something indignantly.
It seems that the tone is quite fluent.
It's really rare...
Chang Lu, who was standing next to him, saw that his master was distracted again without realizing it, so he quickly picked up the tea cup and said, "Your Majesty, it's a hot day. Let's drink some ginseng tea to moisten your throat."
Emperor Changxing came to his senses, took a sip in a disguised manner, and finally heard his eldest son's frustrated voice.
"...Father, although Yun Chui is big, it was defeated bit by bit by our ancestors with their blood. Not even an inch can be lost. My son is willing to lead troops to support Dingxi County. I will fight until the people of Xiliang never come back."
, keep my clouds hanging on the earth safe and sound!"
Before the King of Qin finished speaking, Luo Ken, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, stood up.
"Your Majesty, as His Highness the King of Qin said, the whole country is now very concerned about the safety of the Western Territory, and it is urgent for the imperial court to send troops to support. In order to repel the invading enemies as soon as possible, and to relieve the concerns of the people of the empire, the veteran believes that the troops who are familiar with the battlefield can win the battle.
The fierce general Confucian general led his troops to the west..."
As he spoke, Luo Ken glanced at King Qin, and the meaning was self-evident.
Soon people were coming back and forth again, arguing over who should be sent as the leading general.
Emperor Changxing was in a daze for a while.
He looked doubtfully at the old eunuch next to him.
This has caused a fight for the general to lead the army. Did he just agree to send troops to support Western Xinjiang?
It shouldn't be.
Yesterday, even if Imperial Concubine Qing stormed to the imperial study room angrily, he would not relent.
Changlu was worthy of having been with Emperor Changxing for most of his life. He understood his question and shook his head gently.
Emperor Changxing breathed a sigh of relief and drank tea while casually watching the excitement below.
Sure enough, no definite conclusion was reached until he resigned from the DPRK.
Luo Ken hurried back to Shangshu Mansion and found his butler.
"Where is Prince Qi now?"
The housekeeper was startled and immediately replied: "Sir, the imperial order for His Highness to return to the capital should have just arrived in Tamaki County at this time."
Therefore, it is still far away from Jinlongtan where Chen Xiuzhu is located.
Moreover, there are strong winds and heavy rains on the Baekje Peninsula. If the post road is damaged, we don’t know when the imperial edict will arrive at Jinlongtan.
"Master, I wonder what happened this morning?"
Luo Ken did not hide it from his old housekeeper, "During the early dynasty, King Qin suddenly stood up and wanted to lead troops to support Dingxi County!"
Hum hum.
The old housekeeper snorted, "It should be Uncle Cheng'en's idea. Does King Qin want to rely on this to make a comeback?"
The last time the prince went to the frontier for training, the King of Qin brought back a pair of concubines and two concubines. If he could lead his troops to the west this time, who knows what he would bring back.
After saying this, the two fell silent quickly.
The prince leading the troops only went to the gold plating to get a reputation and make friends with some generals. Naturally, there was no need for them to direct the war.
Therefore, even though King Qin was useless, Emperor Changxing might still send him to attack.
After all, he was his eldest son, and he had the deepest affection and dedication.
Rumors would leak out from time to time in Xingji City. Emperor Changxing had always had expectations for King Qin, which was why he had not established a heir apparent.
"Sir, our prince won't be able to come back for the time being. Even if he can come back in time, His Majesty probably won't send him west again."
The old housekeeper pondered for a while, "But there is not only one prince in Xingji City, King Qin, right?"
Luo Ken nodded and slowly stroked his beard.
Zhen Guogong Mansion, study room.
The large study room was as deserted as ever, with only Princess Yiguang and Huo Qing's grandson sitting there.
There is a letter on the table.
The letter was written by Ren Rong from Taishi Mansion.
Princess Yiguang took a magnifying glass, read the letter carefully, and handed it to her grandson next to her calmly.
After Huo Qing finished reading, he directly put the letter to the candle and burned it.
"Grandma, do you think His Majesty will agree to send troops to support Western Xinjiang?"
"Yes." Princess Yiguang nodded slowly, "The newspapers have made the war in the west known to the world, and everyone is staring at Xingji City. Your Majesty will definitely agree to send troops to support."
It's hard to say how many troops will be sent and to what extent the support will be.
After thinking about it, Princess Yiguang's eyes fell on the Yunchui map on the wall.
Although her eyesight was dim and everything was blurry as long as she was far away, she still found the location of the Luoxia Mountains at once.
This is a lofty mountain range running north to south and a natural barrier.
It not only blocks the dry monsoon in the west, but also blocks the Xiliang people from moving eastward, and even blocks the eyes of some Yunchui people.
In the history of thousands of years, the two countries have fought thousands of times. The most powerful attack by Xiliang was through Luoxia Mountain and almost crossed the Misty County.
In the end, although the Xiliang people were driven back to the grassland, in the days after they came down, everyone in the court was quarreling over one thing.
That is whether we should abandon Dingxi County and Yanqi Fortress to the west of Luoxia Mountain, directly use Luoxia Mountain as the boundary, and rule by dividing the mountains with the Xiliang people.
For hundreds of years, there have always been opponents and supporters of this issue.
The objection is simple.
As long as the land is conquered by our ancestors with their lives and blood, we can only increase it and not reduce it. No matter how barren or bitterly cold it is, we must defend it.
Whoever dares to part with the land is cutting off the souls of his ancestors and the flesh on his own body.
There are many reasons to support it.
Dingxi County was too poor and too far away to receive taxes, and the central court even had to provide financial subsidies from time to time.
Moreover, the west side of Dingxi is a plain, so there is basically no danger to defend it.
Instead of spending a lot of money to send troops to garrison a rock fortress, it is better to retreat and guard several important roads in Luoxia Mountain. Just keep the Xiliang people in the west and prevent them from disturbing the hinterland of Yunchui.
This saves more worry and effort.
"Grandma," Huo Qing was a little disappointed, "you mean that His Majesty will only send troops to guard a few east-west arteries in Luoxia Mountain. As for Dingxi County and Yanchuo Fortress, they can only rely on themselves?"
That's the people of a county plus a rock fortress and two imperial legions.
Princess Yiguang nodded slowly, "If you succeed, you will get a newspaper, if you fail, you will get a newspaper."
Today there are so many important ministers in the court speaking for Xijiang. Although they may not all be on the side of the Zhenguo Palace, they are no different in the eyes of Emperor Changxing.
Originally, the Chen royal family was extremely afraid of them, but now Emperor Changxing would probably be even more convinced.
Even the Yingling and Yanhui Legions, one is based on the Yingling Racecourse, while the other cannot win many games.
It is estimated that Emperor Changxing gave up long ago.
Huo Qing nodded, his eyes falling on the newly burned ashes, his face full of thoughtfulness.