Chapter 1598 Concubine Duanrong: She, Song Shu, will never agree!
Chapter 1598 Concubine Duanrong: She, Song Shu... will never agree!
Hamiwi
And in the camp five miles away from the city wall, in the military tent——
The Khan of Junggar was convening a group of military generals to speak. On the low and knee-high chairs below, many soldiers of the Junggar tribe sat down with serious expressions.
Junggar Khan Baturhui, with a somewhat rough face, said in a loud voice: "The Han army relies on the fortified city to hold a stalemate. If our army rushes to attack the city, casualties will be greater."
The current Junggar tribe is also caught in a stalemate.
Batur Huitaiji asked: "Is there any news from Galdan?"
At this time, a guard general with a burly body and a resolute face stood up and said in a deep voice: "Taiji, Master sent someone to deliver the news this morning, saying that the Han army has begun to increase troops to protect the grain roads and escort the grain.
When the generals heard this, they all looked at each other in shock.
During this period, Galdan led a group of elite cavalry to harass the Khan's army's food route, but Pang Shili was not to be outdone and assigned a group of cavalry to escort the grain delivered from Shazhou Guard.
At this moment, Altay looked resolute and said loudly: "Taiji, the Han army in Beijing is increasing its troops in a large scale. It is not easy to force the Han army to leave the city for a decisive battle by disturbing the grain road."
Baturhui said coldly: "Our army is good at cavalry and sending out troops to fight in the field to confront the Han army offensively and defensively. It can be said that we use our own shortcomings to attack the enemy's strong points."
Now Baturhui also feels that a dog is chewing a hedgehog, and he doesn't know where to start.
Altay raised his thick eyebrows and said loudly: "Khan, would you like to send a group of fine cavalry to attack the Shazhou Guards and surround the enemy behind to divide the Han army's strength?"
At this moment, another general in the military tent said: "The road is long and the troops and horses have to be mobilized back and forth. It is not easy to replenish military supplies and equipment."
Baturhui said in a deep voice: "We can give it a try. The key is to mobilize the Han troops in the Hami Acropolis."
Altay said: "Khan, the general will now count his troops and prepare for the expedition."
Baturhui said: "Be careful along the way."
Altay responded, got up, came out of the military tent, counted his troops and went out for the expedition.
Baturhui said loudly: "Next, the armies will rest for three days and wait for the opportunity to fight."
When the generals below heard this, they had different expressions on their faces.
After everyone dispersed, Baturhui's face immediately became solemn.
After staying under the city for a long time, Zungar Khan, who had spent his entire life as a soldier and had a keen sense of war, had clearly noticed something was wrong.
Baturhui's eyes were as towering as mountain peaks, and under his majestic thick eyebrows, there was a cold light surging in his eyes.
The current Han army is really different from what it used to be.
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Thousands of miles away in Tibet, Qamdo City——
Heshuote Khan and Gushi Khan were now wearing black scaly armor covering their bodies, standing at the foot of Qamdo City, looking at the city wall in the distance that was controlled by the Han army.
Gushi Khan's face was as solemn as iron, and he looked at Qamdo City in the distance.
On the top of the city wall, Prince Chahar, also known as King Meng, was also wearing a black iron armor. He was looking at the Tibetan soldiers and horses in the distance, but a look of ridicule could not help but appear on his face.
It won't take long for Tibet to be pacified. When the time comes to find a pasture for Chahar in Tibet, Qinghai, the glory of his golden family will be restored in his hands.
Xiong Hong, the deputy general beside him, said: "Your Majesty, the Heshuote people have lost half of their vigor. I, a big man, can go out of the city and destroy them in one go."
Prince Ezhe of Chahar's eyes were as sharp as a sword and he said loudly: "Strictly guard the city and wait until the enemy can no longer hold on before counterattacking. Now is not the time to go out of the city to pursue."
The deputy general Xiong Hong beside him, with a calm and iron face full of worry, said: "Your Majesty, there is a rebellion in the Gao family in Sichuan. Will our army return to support?"
King Meng said loudly: "The place where our army is located is far away from Sichuan, so there is no need to rush to it for reinforcements."
Just then, "Boom!!!!"
Gushi Khan was currently riding on a maroon horse with black and red mane, staring at the top of the city wall, and said softly: "Chahar Khan comes closer to answer!"
At this moment, several warriors with louder voices were selected from the Heshuote army and shouted to Prince Chahar above.
Under his thick eyebrows, Prince Chahar looked coldly and said loudly: "Gushi Khan, I have nothing to say to you!"
Gushi Khan said loudly: "You and I are both descendants of Genghis Khan. Why should we fight against each other and do things that will hurt our relatives and make our enemies happy?"
Gushi Khan was a scholar of heaven and man, and he knew the cultural stories of the Han people at his fingertips.
Ezhe sneered and said: "Gushi Khan, I, Ezhe, am a minister of the Han Dynasty. When I was persecuted by the Jurchens, why didn't you and Shuote respond? Why am I talking about this at this time?"
Gushi's face paused in sweat, and he said loudly: "At that time, Shuote's soldiers and horses and I were still in Qinghai. The road was so far away that we couldn't see him at all. Even if we wanted to help Chahar, we couldn't quench our thirst far away."
Ezhe pondered for a moment and asked: "Gushi Khan, now that the Han court treats all barbarians as equals, Heshuote should abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side and stop confronting the Chinese soldiers and horses."
Gushihan looked at Ezhe with cold eyes and said angrily: "Ezhe, you have lost the blood of the Golden Family!"
Ezhe said coldly: "You are hiding in hiding and not caring about the Golden Family. This is how you have insulted the face of the Golden Family."
The so-called "non-speculation" was only half a sentence, but when Gushi Khan saw that he couldn't make sense with Prince Chahar, a cold look appeared in his eyes.
While speaking, Gushi Khan took off a bow and arrow hanging on his horse and shot it towards Ezhe's face gate on the city gate tower.
The bow is like the full moon, and the arrow is like a shooting star.
The arrows flew away and were nailed to the plaque on the city gate tower, but there was a "buzz" sound and the tail of the arrow kept shaking.
Gushi Khan said loudly: "Heshuote no longer regards Chahar as the orthodoxy from now on, Heshuote is the orthodoxy of the Golden Family!"
After saying this, he turned his horse and left without saying a word.
King Meng's Ezhe raised his thick eyebrows, his eyes flashed aggressively, and he cursed back, saying: "I don't have a kingless and fatherless person like you in our Golden Family!"
Accompanied by the sound of drums as dense as raindrops, the Heshuote soldiers and horses below, armed with weapons, have begun a mighty siege.
Heshuote's Tibetan soldiers and horses carried wooden ladders and attacked towards the city.
The sound of arrows piercing the air was heard, as dense as locusts, and they suddenly hit the city wall, making a clanging sound.
For a moment, the shouts of killing could be heard. At this moment, the sound of swords and guns clashing continuously was heard from both sides. Then, the sound of the blade entering flesh was heard, and bursts of "pop" sounds were heard.
At this moment, screams could be heard accompanied by a killing cry that shook the sky.
Both sides are Mongolian warriors, brave and good at fighting. At this moment, soldiers are facing each other, and generals are facing each other. Both hands are fearless and fight bravely.
By mid-noon, accompanied by the sound of "clang, clang" and the sound of Jin Jin retreating, the Hoshuote Mongolian soldiers retreated like a tide, leaving only scattered corpses and broken swords and guns. In addition, there were billowing smoke of burning flags.
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Prince Chahar didn't say much else, turned around, returned to the hall, and sat down.
"Your Majesty, the Heshuote people are coming fiercely today, and their troops are still too elite." At this moment, a young general with a beard and a beard said.
Under Prince Chahar's thick eyebrows, his clear eyes flashed aggressively, and he whispered: "Our army relies on a fortified city, and Heshuo Techeng is not something to be afraid of."
The young general heard this and nodded without saying much else.
Prince Chahar said: "Count the casualties and replenish the bows and arrows."
The young man held up his hands and said yes.
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Time flies so fast that two days pass before you know it.
As the good news that Yangping Pass was successfully breached by the Jingying army reached the sacred city of Jing, officials from both the government and the public were initially worried but their hearts gradually dropped into their stomachs.
However, some civil servants who had wanted to see Jia Heng's troops fail in advancing the army, or even fall, were obviously a little disappointed at this moment.
Shenjing, Ancestral Temple
Today is the Zhongyuan Festival in the first year of Jianxing, and it is also the day when all the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty paid homage to Emperor Xianzong.
The Imperial Ancestral Temple temple has been renovated. The beams and pillars are painted in dazzling vermilion, and the blue bricks and black tiles seem to be covered with a layer of wetness, reflecting the crystal light.
All the civil and military ministers in the capital left Anshun Gate at this moment, and under the guidance of the ceremony officials, headed towards the Taimiao Temple.
At this moment, the Imperial Ancestral Temple was crowded with captains and warriors from the Jinyi Mansion Guards. Their thick-knuckled hands were pressing the exquisite embroidered spring swords in their scabbards, their expressions were alert, and their eyes were wandering around.
Since the assassination of Emperor Chongping in the Imperial Ancestral Temple, the entire Jinyi Mansion has been vigilant against the Imperial Ancestral Temple with unprecedented intensity. Qu Lang personally led a team of people on duty around the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
At this moment, Li Zan stood at the head of the crowd of civil servants. He was tall and tall, dressed in white mourning clothes, holding an ivory jade wat, and walked quickly towards the Ancestral Temple.
Jia Heng was wearing a black and red satin python suit, his face was as calm as water, and his eyes were bright and clear under his sword-shaped brows.
Well, there is nothing unusual about the Imperial Ancestral Temple today.
Don't even give him a bomb and bury him alive.
Previously, people had been sent to search the Ancestral Temple, but luckily there was nothing unusual.
At this moment, with the voice of the ceremony officer suddenly heard, the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty stood up according to their rank, dressed in mourning clothes, and strode into the main hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
"kneel!"
Following what Liu Zheng, the Minister of Rites, said, all the civil and military officials of the Han Dynasty knelt down in front of the memorial tablets and portraits of Emperor Xianzong.
The dark crowd of ministers knelt down in front of Emperor Xianzong's spiritual tablet.
Accompanied by the sound of the mountains shaking the roof tiles, sandalwood rose from a rectangular altar in the hall, and everything was enveloped in a quiet atmosphere.
Liu Zheng unfolded the silk and recited the memorial inscription that he had written long ago. At this moment, a clear voice sounded in the empty hall, making all the civil and military ministers feel slightly moved and fell into an extremely sad mood.
I don't know how long it took, but following Liu Zheng's "ceremony", all the officials in the palace got up one after another.
In the side hall on one side, Concubine Duanrong was also kneeling on the futon, kneeling towards the spiritual tablets and portraits on the confession, and her heart was filled with sadness.
Emperor Xianzong, my sister and Ziyu have done something sorry for you, but I don’t know what to do.
Could it be that the state of Han Dynasty fell into the hands of a different surname?
Concubine Duanrong stared at the spiritual tablet, her beautiful and charming face seemed to be covered with a layer of dejection.
Because of Empress Song's "embarrassing" Dai Zui status, Empress Song did not come with her for this worship ceremony.
In the front hall——
After Liu Zheng finished presiding over the ceremony, Jia Heng said without saying anything else: "The worship of Emperor Xianzong has been completed. Sirs, please return to the palace now."
There was a trace of sadness on Li Zan's face, and he said: "King Wei can return to the palace first. I would like to stay with Emperor Xianzong for a while longer."
Xu Lu said: "King Wei, so are the ministers."
Jia Heng frowned and said: "Emperor Xianzong has spirits in the sky under Jiuquan, and he doesn't like to disturb him too much."
It's hard to say, Li Zan and the cabinet may be up to some conspiracy, but they still have to be on guard.
At this time, Xu Lu, the censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, also turned around and said loudly: "King Wei, Emperor Xianzong has restored the prosperous era of China. We and other ministers are here to commemorate Emperor Xianzong and remember his past achievements.
It’s not a difficult thing.”
Jia Heng took a deep look at Xu Lu.
Such a solemn and solemn place was naturally not suitable for arguing with Xu Luduo. Jia Heng had no other words, but could not help but feel a sense of suspicion in his heart.
Then, he quickly walked out of the palace, got close to the eaves of the corridor, stared at the pavilions and palaces, with blue bricks and black tiles, and felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
Here, other civil servants came out of the second-floor attic and headed towards the outer room.
Xu Lu and Li Zan stayed for a while and didn't say much else. It seemed that they really stayed with Emperor Xianzong for a while.
After a while, I saw Li Zan, Xu Lu and others coming out of the inner compartment, with clear cheekbones and old faces that seemed to be stained with tears.
Jia Heng was silent for a moment, then moved closer, with a hint of suspicion on his resolute and calm face, and said loudly: "My condolences to Li Ge."
Li Zan nodded and said: "Emperor Xianzong was worried about state affairs and became ill, so he created this prosperous world. When we saw his spiritual tablet in front of us, we felt sad and sad for a while. It was inevitable that we cried for a while."
Xu Lu's face was solemn, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he said loudly: "King Wei has returned."
Jia Heng's face was slightly startled, and the doubts in his heart were somewhat relieved.
With that said, Jia Heng and Li Zan went out of the Imperial Ancestral Temple. In the side hall of the Imperial Ancestral Temple, Concubine Duanrong cried for a while. Emperor Xianzong did not linger in the Imperial Ancestral Temple much.
Then, accompanied by the female officer and the internal prisoner, he returned to the palace garden.
Jia Heng left the Ancestral Temple at this moment, and without saying much else, headed towards the palace garden.
As time passed, a group of civil and military ministers returned to the Bai Yamen in Beijing one after another.
Jia Heng returned to Ningguo Mansion and said to Chen Xiao who was standing beside him: "Today we are worshiping Emperor Xianzong. The atmosphere in the Ancestral Temple is strangely calm."
You are not afraid that something will happen, but you are afraid that nothing will happen, but you don’t know when it will happen.
Chen Xiao looked thoughtful and said, "Maybe they are still plotting to contact each other."
Jia Heng was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Most likely."
Chen Xiao comforted and said: "The capital camp, Jinyi Mansion, the Five Cities Military and Horse Division, and the palace guards are all in your hands, so there is no need to worry too much."
Jia Heng's resolute and calm face was still serious, and he whispered in a low voice: "But don't be careless."
The current situation is that civil servants seem to be obedient, but in fact they have hidden resistance.
While talking, Jia Heng entered the study and sat down, looking at Gu Ruoqing who was coming towards him, with a look of surprise in his eyes.
Gu Ruoqing's face paused slightly. Under the willow leaves and dark eyebrows, his eyes were as bright as water, his pink lips were slightly parted, and he whispered: "This is the tea that was just boiled. You can use some later."
Jia Heng took the tea cup and didn't say much else. He lowered his head and took a sip.
Chen Xiaodao: "If Li and Xu are really planning something, they are probably supporting Concubine Duanrong and the eighth prince. Compared to the young prince whose bloodline is a mystery, the eighth prince is indeed the son of Emperor Xianzong."
"It should be almost done." Jia Heng said: "Li Zan doesn't have many cards in his hand, but he is somewhat popular in the Beijing camp, and he may be able to persuade some generals."
Chen Xiao said: "Now that you are in the sacred capital, the soldiers and generals in the capital camp all regard you as a god. What Li Zan can do is limited."
Jia Heng said: "After the war in Sichuan and northwest China is over, the court will turn to civil affairs and internal affairs, and Li and Xu will have less room to move around."
Both the internal and external courts were members of his Jia family, and the political struggle was limited to the court, where he could encroach step by step and gradually stand on his own behalf on behalf of the Han Dynasty.
Chen Xiao suddenly asked: "When will you add Jiuxi?"
Jia Heng shook his head and said: "No need to add nine tins. Focus on practical benefits rather than fame. First, sort out the civil servants and see what Li Zan and Xu Lu are going to do."
In his view, adding nine gifts is not a prelude to plotting to usurp the throne, but is just the inevitable result of accumulating enough strength to plot to usurp the throne.
Such as Song, Qi, Liang and Chen in the Southern Dynasties, this was the case.
If the local power is not accumulated enough and acts rashly, it will only lead to opposition from the people of the world.
The so-called slow succession of kings is the way to go.
Chen Xiao nodded and said softly: "In that case, that's not bad."
Jia Heng's eyes flashed with a dark look, and he said: "The war in Sichuan must be settled as soon as possible."
Just when Jia Heng was worried about the war in Sichuan, Concubine Duanrong entered the palace garden in a carriage with a high shaft, holding a ropa and wiping the tears on her face.
An inexplicable feeling couldn't help but surge up in my mind.
Although there was no conversation before because of the Jinyi Mansion's spy, when they made eye contact with Li Zan, the chief assistant of the cabinet, they reached a certain tacit understanding.
In other words, the appearance of Concubine Duanrong in the Ancestral Temple and crying before Emperor Xianzong was a signal to Li Zan.
The country and country left by Emperor Xianzong must not be usurped by people with different surnames!