It was dark at night, but the residence of Han Huang, the Second Assistant to the Cabinet, was brightly lit, and the courtyard eaves and pavilions were also decorated with flowers.
In the study, Han Huangzheng, the Second Assistant to the Cabinet, and Ye Yanhong, the brother-in-law of the Imperial Academy, were sitting across from each other on a small table. Han Huang's son, Han Hui, was serving tea respectfully at the side.
Yan Hong was Han Hui's uncle. He was about forty years old, with a face like a crown jade, an elegant temperament, and a short beard under his chin. He was a well-known scholar among Liu Yu, the Imperial Academy's sacrificial wine.
"Brother, Your Majesty seems to have the intention of deposing Elder Yang Ge today." Yan Hong put down the teacup in his hand and stared at the middle-aged man in brocade robes opposite him.
Han Huang nodded and said: "After Mr. Yang Ge was impeached by Jia Yunhui, his face was disgraced. No matter how difficult it is to take photos of Bai Kui, the Holy Emperor will already feel disgusted."
After getting Han Huang's confirmation, Yan Hong felt happy and asked: "What is brother's plan?"
Han Huang's eyes were dark and he said in a low voice: "Don't act too hastily. You need to give your Majesty time to think about it."
Yan Hong had confusion on his face when he heard this and asked: "Give the Lord time to think about it?"
Han Huang said in a low voice: "Now that one of the five members of the cabinet has gone, the first thing to do after the new year is to add more cabinet members. And Academician Li will go to the north, so adding more cabinet members will become an urgent task. Wait until the cabinet members are officially appointed.
Make sure it's activated only by pouring Yang."
If Yang Gong is defeated and he is the chief minister, then given the temperament of the emperor and in order to balance the government, the Zhejiang Party will most likely not replace another cabinet member.
But on the contrary, he first took advantage of the emperor's doubts about Yang Dang to fill the vacancy in the cabinet with a Zhejiang Party cabinet member, and then launched an attack on the position of chief minister. At that time, there will be two Zhejiang Party members in the cabinet.
As a result, after he becomes the chief minister, no matter whether it is policy implementation or momentum, he alone in the cabinet cannot match it.
When Yan Hong heard this, he was silent for a moment.
Han Huang said: "I originally wanted to recommend Zhao Shangshu, but if the court does not agree, I will let Shen Fang and Shen Jiefu, who is in charge of Liangjiang, go directly to the central government. He has been in the south of the Yangtze River for ten years and has worked hard and made great achievements. It is time for him to join the central government to ask questions."
The Chen-Han Dynasty had governors of Liangjiang in Jiangxi and Jiangnan provinces, and now the governors of Liangjiang were members of the Zhejiang Party.
But this is undoubtedly a second option for Han Huang, because firstly it means a political deal with the emperor, and secondly, even if they are both members of the Zhejiang Party, it is not without disputes.
As for Zhao Shangshu, it was Zhao Mo, Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, who was also a member of the Zhejiang Party who was close to Han Huang.
Yan Hong pondered and said: "Brother, can we use Jia Yunhui's holy family to strengthen his reputation? Today I heard rumors that he was invited to the family banquet by the holy king, and he was extremely favored."
At the end of the day, his face looked a bit incomprehensible.
Yan Hong was a member of the Imperial Academy and a famous scholar in the Qing Dynasty. He had taught some disciples of the Chen and Han Dynasties the theory of philosophy, so he had some information channels.
Yan Hong said, turned to look at Han Hui, and asked: "I heard that Zi Sheng has a close friendship with this Jia Ziyu, right, Zi Sheng?"
Han Hui said quickly: "Uncle, I had contact with Jia Ziyu before he became famous, but my father said that it is not easy to get along with civil and military people, so we have gradually become more distant recently."
Speaking of this matter, Han Hui couldn't help but secretly sigh at the mystery of life's encounters. Who would have thought that the young man who had to borrow his help to find a place in the Wencui Pavilion of the Imperial College has now grown into a man who even his father and uncle
An existence that we should wait and see?
Han Huang thought for a while, looked at his son and said, "When he finishes his military parade tomorrow, you and Yu Zhen go to visit him. Don't say anything more, he will understand."
He is a civil servant, and although it is better to keep a certain distance from such a martial artist who holds a large number of soldiers, it is impossible not to be completely incompatible with each other.
Han Hui raised his hands and said yes.
Han Huang turned to look at Yan Hong and said: "Now that Li Ge is going to the north, if nothing unexpected happens, the Beijing camp will fall into the hands of Jia Yunhui. Of course, he is only in charge of the Holy Emperor, but he is now very powerful.
, and I have been on "Pinglu Ce" again, and I will be more and more relied on by the saints in the future."
This is the view of most discerning people. Jia Heng was just a knife in the hands of Emperor Chongping, helping to control the capital.
Yan Hong thought of Pinglu Ce, frowned and said, "Brother, do you really agree with what Ce Shu said, setting up a military aircraft office, taking military and political affairs from the top, and wantonly raising the status of generals?"
"This is the Holy Spirit's will. It's hard to refute." Han Huang looked deeply.
It can be said that the key to whether he can become the chief minister lies in the "Pingling Strategy". It is obvious that this strategy has been adopted by the emperor. At most, it is the broadening and deepening of some details. Such a big strategy naturally requires the cooperation of the cabinet, as Yang Guochang
If it doesn't work, he will do the opposite.
After thinking for a while, he said: "It still depends on whether he can win the approval of the government and the opposition during his military parade tomorrow."
Yan Hong sighed and said, "That's all we have to do."
At this moment, not only Han Huang is paying attention to the effectiveness of Jia Heng's military parade, but all the civil and military officials in Beijing, from the chief minister of the cabinet to the seventh-ranking official in the capital, are all waiting for tomorrow to see the effectiveness of the military parade.
As long as something goes wrong, they will bring order to the chaos and maintain civil and military order.
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The next day, the fifteenth year of Chongping, the first day of the first lunar month
At the fifth watch of the day, Jia Heng left Ningguo Mansion, mounted a fast horse, and headed for the Jingying Jieshuai Camp under the retinue of the Jinyi Mansion guards.
At this moment, the lights in the camp were brightly lit, soldiers holding swords were patrolling the camp gates and sentry posts, and the Chinese barracks were crowded with people.
"Commander Commander."
When they heard about Jia Heng's arrival, the marching chief Song Yuan, the guerrilla generals Cai Quan and Xie Zaiyi, the generals Qu Guang, Xiao Lin and other generals from the Guoyong camp, including other generals from the former Jieshuai camp, all came out of the barracks to greet him.
Because there was a military parade to be held today, all the generals and generals from Guoyong Camp came to Jieshuai Camp to prepare for dispatch.
Jia Heng nodded to the familiar generals and entered the Chinese barracks with a crowd of people shouting from behind. He sat on a handsome chair and glanced at the generals below. He said in a deep voice: "Everyone, please finish your breakfast.
Line up the entire army and head to Anshun Gate."
This time, after careful consideration, Jia Heng chose Fenglinhuoshan, the new barracks of Yuanguo Yongying Camp, and selected 8,000 soldiers who were well-trained as the subjects of the review. In addition, he selected carefully selected soldiers from other battalions.
There are approximately 22,000 soldiers selected for training.
Including cavalry, infantry, fire rifle soldiers...according to the unit type, they were inspected through Anshun Gate.
The first people lined up to wait for each other at Zhuque Street, and the military parade time was after the sacrifice to heaven, which was around noon.
At this moment, the officials have gone to the main hall of the Hanyuan Hall of the Daming Palace to congratulate the emperor. As the first morning court in the fifteenth year of Chongping, the emperor will then lead all the civil and military officials to go to the Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices under the protection of the Jinyi Guards and the Four Longxiang Guards.
Heaven, sacrifice to the ancestors.
Only at nearly noon will the soldiers be reviewed at Anshun Gate, and then there will be a luncheon for the ministers.
"Everyone, please follow the rehearsal process and watch carefully to make sure you don't make any mistakes." Jia Heng stared at Cai Quan, Xie Zaiyi, Pang Shili and others. This time, several generals will lead the cavalry and infantry.
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The infantry is okay, nothing will happen to them. It is worth mentioning that they are not wearing armor, but wearing uniforms inside and soft armor outside. They are holding Yanling swords, Chen and Han standard spears, swords, shields, and crossbows.
, fire gun.
But if the cavalry and the soldiers want to be uniform and coordinate with the people and horses, the difficulty is not ordinary, and you need to be extra careful.
On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, the Guoyong camp had rehearsed, and the cavalry had some minor problems, but the overall situation was controllable.
At this moment, Jia Heng once again warned Xie Zaiyi and other generals.
Xie Zaiyi had a resolute face and firm eyes. He cupped his fists and said, "Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief, nothing will go wrong."
Jia Heng nodded and said nothing else. He looked at Song Yuan, the marching chief at the side, and ordered: "Bury the pots to make rice, and beat the drums at midnight to set off!"
"Yes." Song Yuan, the marching chief, responded to the order and left.
As it approaches the solstice, the sky gradually becomes brighter.
"Dong dong..."
Drums as dense as raindrops rang out one after another in the commander's camp, which was earth-shattering and made people's blood surge. The soldiers of the Guoyong camp, each armed with weapons, and the soldiers of the generals and schools under review lined up and marched out from the south gate of Shenjing City.
Head towards Zhuque Street and Anshun Gate.
Jia Heng also rode on a group of horses, accompanied by the retinue of school captains and warriors sent by Jinyi Mansion, and the military governor.
The garrison soldiers who had already received the news opened the city gates and welcomed the army into the city. Along the way, soldiers from the Five Cities Military and Horse Division could be seen guarding along the streets.
As the soldiers under review poured into Shenjing City, there was no other noise except for the clatter of horses' hooves, the clang of armor and swords, and the rustling of feet on the bluestone road.
They lined up neatly and fought quietly and solemnly.
It even caused the soldiers of the Five Cities Military and Horse Division to look sideways and feel shocked.
Jia Heng stationed the parade horses at the street east of Zhuque Street and waited in line. Except for the snoring of the horses and the hot breathing of the soldiers, there was no other noise in the army.
It was already dawn, and it was the New Year. At the end of the street, some scattered pedestrians could be seen on the debris of last night's firecrackers.
Because the Wucheng Army and Horse Division had already blocked the two streets in front and behind Anshun Gate, there was nothing to worry about.
At this moment, several horses came quickly from the front. Sitting on the saddle was a eunuch wearing a red python robe and a black hat. He was Dai Quan, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty.
"Xi Lulu..." Dai Quan pulled the reins and said loudly: "Where is Jia Yunhui?"
Jia Heng was wearing a python suit, a wingless hat with a mountain shape on his head, and a black cloak. He held the Emperor's Sword in his hand, drove his horse forward, cupped his hands and said, "Dear Eunuch."
Dai Quan looked at the soldiers behind him who were fighting quietly and solemnly with a forest of banners. His eyes moved slightly and he said loudly: "Your Majesty has gone to the Ancestral Temple to offer sacrifices to heaven. He will not return until early noon. Yunhui can appease the generals and don't disturb the troops."
Make trouble."
After all, there are 20,000 cavalry soldiers lined up under the imperial city. If one of them is not good, it is not a trivial matter.
Jia Heng said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, Prime Minister Dai Nei. The troops in the Beijing camp are strictly disciplined. They will line up here to wait for you and will not make any noise."
Or, he ordered Song Yuan, the marching chief behind him, and said: "Instruct all the ministries to restrain the generals and wait in line, but those who make noise will be severely punished!"
Song Yuan heard the words, responded, and passed on Jia Heng's order.
Seeing this scene, Dai Quan nodded secretly, looked at the young man, smiled and said, "Yunhui, please be patient for a moment. Your Majesty will be here soon."
Time passed silently in the waiting minute by second. After six hours, it was almost noon.
Suddenly, a cannon shot was heard in the distance.
At this moment, on the gate tower of Anshun Gate, there are guards of honor holding yellow umbrellas and banners, and teams of guards in brocade uniforms holding soldiers and retinues. Emperor Chongping, leading a large number of civil and military officials, stands on the gate tower with a big red satin pole.
The black flags were flapping in the wind, surrounded by flags and flags like a forest, and the atmosphere was forbidding.
In addition to Emperor Chongping and a large number of civil and military officials, those watching the ceremony at the city gate were the Supreme Emperor, King Wei, King Liang, King Chu and other clans, the King of Nan'an County, the King of Beijing and other four kings, eight princes, twelve princes and other military honors
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In the southwest corner, with curtains and colorful brocade decorations, palace maids and eunuchs each holding big umbrellas, holding Ruyi, fragrant flowers, and their retinues lined up. The Empress of Song, Concubine Duanrong, Concubine Wu and other concubines of Emperor Chongping, as well as the Jin Dynasty
Princess Yangchang, Princess Qinghe, Princess Xianning, Princess Nanyang, Princess Huaiqing and the wife of the clan.
Because the maids and nuns had put up curtains to cover themselves up, it was hard to see anything from below.
"Jia Yunhui, according to the Holy Majesty's decree, all the troops in the Beijing camp passed through Anshun Gate in order to accept the review."
While Jia Heng was leading the soldiers to wait patiently, a fast horse came from Anshun Gate. An eunuch held an imperial edict made of bright yellow silk and a jade scroll and shouted loudly.
Jia Heng's expression paused slightly, and he turned around and ordered Song Yuan, the marching chief, to reorganize the military academy.
Then, the sound of drums passed through the three channels, and a gun salute was fired first, followed by fifteen rounds, which meant that this was the fifteenth year of Chongping.
Then, eight thousand infantrymen with spears and bright armor lined up in columns, with 511 battalions leading the way. Their spears were like a forest, and they advanced like a wall with strong steps. There were even flag-bearers holding flags and flags on the left and right, heading towards
Go to the main street under Anshun Gate.
However, it is said that on the Anshun Gate, Emperor Chongping, wearing imperial regalia, stood under an umbrella and looked up, seeing the cabinet ministers on his left and right.
Yang Guochang, the first assistant of the cabinet, Han Huang, the second assistant of the cabinet, and the two cabinet ministers Li Zan and Zhao Yi were listed on the left and right. Officials from the six ministers, ministers, and temple supervisors were all leaning on the railings to watch.
However, the streets were still empty at this moment, which was somewhat chilly.
The Supreme Emperor looked at the Prince Consort of Yongchang on the side, with a look of reminiscence on his face, as if sighing: "I have held this military parade several times in the past. The soldiers were like a forest, and the banners and flags were in full bloom. It seemed like yesterday."
Yongchang's Prince Consort smiled and said: "Your Majesty, today you can still observe the majesty of our Han soldiers."
At this moment, the monarch and his ministers only regarded it as a ceremonial military parade, which was no different from the previous canonical parade.
"Your Majesty, this is the sound of footsteps, coming, coming."
While the monarchs and ministers on the city gate tower were waiting anxiously, an eunuch with good eyesight said in surprise.
Emperor Chongping nodded, and Slim Matsushia's cold eyes narrowed slightly as he looked around.
At the end of the street, a group of soldiers with bright armor and spears appeared in formation. Because the Han military uniforms were red horns, the formation was like clusters of flames, surging and surging.
The footsteps of eight thousand soldiers stepped on the bluestone of the street, uniform and uniform, like thunder.
This suddenly made the Han monarchs and ministers on the city gates frown.
As the eight thousand spearmen approached, because the city gate tower was located high up, they had an excellent view. They all looked at it and had an unobstructed view.
Looking at it horizontally and vertically, it is a line!
The kind of neatness that makes obsessive-compulsive disorder comfortable. Accompanied by the Han soldiers in black armor and red clothes, a majestic and mighty aura came towards them.
The momentum alone is completely different from the previous military parades of the Han Dynasty!
"Your Majesty, this..." At this time, Han Huang's complexion changed slightly and his pupils shrank slightly.
Does this seem a little different from previous military parades?
Isn't this walking too neat?
At this moment, not only Han Huang, but also the officials of the Six Ministries of the Han Dynasty, the Imperial Academy, and the Hanlin Academy were all shocked and stared closely at the oncoming sergeant.
Some Wu Xun frowned tightly.
For example, the mighty and majestic ceremonial guard procession is a Han general of His Highness Hanyuan in the Daming Palace, but it is different from the one walking in unison in front of you.
How to put it, in the later generations’ terms, it is neat and quiet, like a silently operating killing machine.
At this time, among the clan members, King Qi curled his lips and murmured in a low voice: "If we march in a formation, we can still count them as strong soldiers. There are really countless strong soldiers in the world."
The Supreme Emperor frowned, glanced at King Qi, and murmured: "The military appearance alone is nothing, but if the orders and prohibitions are carried out uniformly, it already has the appearance of a strong military."
Just like the Qin army marching in the movie "Heroes", the sound of thousands of people making the same movement and the sound of their weapons blaring has a firm force in the killing.
At this moment, Emperor Chongping's heart moved slightly. He took two steps towards the city gate tower and raised his eyes to take a look.
Suddenly, accompanied by a deep cry of "kill", the marching spearmen raised their spears, with the sound of the collision of their blades and armors, retracting and releasing them, and passed through the middle of the Anshun Gate.
"kill!!!"
The sound of killing shook the sky and went straight into the sky.
Like thunder on the ground, King Qi staggered with a sneer on his face. King Chu on the side helped him and said with a smile: "Brother Wang, you can't hear the sound of swords, but you have to stand firm."
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King Qi's face was ugly. He pushed King Chu away and looked at the murderous soldiers below. A flash of fear that he was not even aware of flashed through his small mung bean-sized eyes.
There were more than 10,000 soldiers, boundless, and nearly 10,000 people lined up to pass by. The oppressive momentum was accompanied by the sound of killing.
At this moment, I could only hear the soldiers below shouting:
The shouts of eight thousand people, like thousands of troops, were deafening and made people's blood boil. They fell in the ears of Emperor Chongping and all the civil and military officials. Many people's expressions changed wildly and they looked at the soldiers below in fear.
The Han Dynasty has not had military parades or military exercises for decades.
At this moment, Emperor Chongping listened to the shouts of killing. He took a cold bath in the dog days of summer. His whole body felt comfortable and his cheeks were flushed. He looked closely at the soldiers passing by neatly below him, as if he couldn't take his eyes away.
These are his soldiers and horses!
Emperor Chongping's hand hidden in his dragon robe couldn't help but clenched his fist.
Among the military honors, Prince Nan'an, who was watching the ceremony, looked solemn and somewhat moved.
Is Jia Heng's son so good at training soldiers?
He turned and glanced at King Beijing who was standing aside. At this moment, King Beijing's eyes were shining, looking at the soldiers below without moving.
As the eight thousand soldiers passed by in formation, another seven thousand soldiers with swords and shields came towards them with uniform steps, forming a horizontal and vertical line and arranged neatly at high and low levels.
In the middle of the journey, they suddenly stopped, as if the tide stopped suddenly, and then divided into two rows, and then merged together. In front of the Anshun Gate, they all drew their knives, and the sharp blades were shining brightly, which was dazzling.
bass……
The clanking sound sounded almost at the same time and lasted for a long time.
"clang!!!"
The sword and shield collided.
"kill!"
The killing sound is neat, clean and neat.
"The great man will be victorious! Victorious! Victorious! Victorious!"
At this moment, Emperor Chongping and the civil and military ministers had different expressions on their faces, staring closely at the soldiers below who seemed to be in a straight line.
The sight of a forest of armored soldiers blocking out the sky and the sun shocked some civil servants so much that they were speechless.
As for the nobles of the clan, the King of Chu, the King of Wei, and even the King of Qi, who was disapproving at first, all showed their eyes brightly, and they almost unanimously came up with this idea: "If such a soldier with orders and prohibitions can be used for his own purposes...
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Emperor Chongping looked excited and looked at the soldiers below. The emperor was breathing heavily, as if he had remembered something, and his eyes were sharp.
After that came the crossbowmen, and after that there were the gunmen, passing by in groups.
hiss……
The clatter of iron hoofs on the bluestone road was almost unanimous and deafening.
A cavalry team of 3,000 people slowly came from the Anshun Gate, with five horses abreast. The knights sitting on the horses, carrying long bows on their backs, holding long swords, with cold faces, lined up and passed by.
"This..." At this moment, Emperor Chongping looked at the cavalry team below, with their horses almost marching in the same row, and was so shocked that he was speechless.
There are only seven words that linger in my heart for a long time.
"Jia Ziyu, Sun Wu is a talented person!"
The civil and military officials looked at the well-organized soldiers of the Beijing camp below with shocked expressions on their faces. Some officials exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw the dignified look in each other's eyes.