Chapter 21 Chapter 21 Dragon City Flying General
The paperwork was brought in in piles and neatly placed on his big rosewood desk, the pile was as high as half a person—he was always under strict rule, and none of his subordinates dared to be lazy. Inquire about everything thoroughly, and report it completely.
However, he was old, and he felt that he didn't have the energy to read these documents word by word, let alone take care of all these complicated and tiring things.
In fact, there is only one reason for serving as the Liaodong General Soldier again, and that is the order of the emperor.
I have repeatedly pleaded, it was not hypocrisy, but from the most true thoughts in my heart——
He just wants to live his life in peace with the wealth he has accumulated in half his life.
He couldn't do what he wanted—he still remembered what he said when he said his thanks: "The minister is old, his body is exhausted, and the eldest son has died in battle—"
Lian Po is old and can't stand the fight, Huang Zhong broke his bow, full of sadness - he has experienced it himself.
However, no one in the court could leave the town of Liaodong; he was forced to return to his hometown, the old place of Liaodong where his hands were stained with blood, to live again in the mansion of the luxurious Jia Liaodong, and to take charge of the "General Army of Liaodong" again. "The seal of the king's life is hard to break, but it is a kind of sadness.
Regardless of whether everything else is the same, his state of mind has long since changed, and his spirit and will have long since declined.
"I'm getting old—"
The body is still sitting on an extremely tall chair, but the voice is weak: "This world is already owned by a group of young men, and I have no energy to fight with them!"
The son I most hoped for died, and the others were useless, unable to accomplish anything, and unable to be helpers; an old man who was nearly eighty years old, what could he do?
"Ugh--"
Li Chengliang couldn't help but let out a long sigh from the bottom of his heart, and looked blankly at the pile of documents in front of him.
They were all here to report on the latest situation in Liaodong—but he really couldn't pull himself together to watch.
He knows the situation in Liaodong better than anyone else, and there is no need to read the documents. Although he is old and frail and depressed, he is not confused in his heart, and he knows many things well.
Nurhachi sent troops to fight Ye He, and he could tell the result without even thinking about it: "Nurhachi must win—"
Would he not know Nurhachi's ability?
I only regret that Nurhachi escaped because of the difference of one step at that time, otherwise, what happened today?
Nurhachi is really not a thing in the pool——
But what do you want to do now?
Nurhachi has grown stronger, how can he still hold it?
What's more, not only is he old and weak, unable to fight hard, but also has no fighting spirit to deal with Nurhachi, the attitude of the court seems to be helping Nurhachi to expand his territory.
He clearly remembered that these governors of Liaodong had complained to him—he himself had encountered the same situation: he wrote down the situation in Liaodong and Nurhachi’s deeds in detail into a thick memorial, and sent it to Beijing. But got no response.
Everyone said to the emperor together: "Nurhachi has a lot of ambitions, and he needs to be on guard—"
I said it hundreds of times, and the tone became more and more serious, but Emperor Wanli never paid attention to it. What can a courtier do?
Without the imperial court's permission, even if he is still young and strong, he can't just send troops to conquer!
He recalled the years when he first came out of the town of Liaodong, and made many military exploits in high spirits. Jurchen and Mongols were all slaughtered miserably and crushed to death by him-at that time, Zhang Juzheng was in power in the court. The reason; all his plans for battle and defense have been adopted, so he can let go!
Now what?
He couldn't help but let out a wry smile: "Now, Nurhachi sent troops to attack Yehe; will the memorial go to Beijing, will there be a follow-up? Will the court allow me to send troops to fight Nurhachi? After all, has anyone looked at the memorial to Liaodong?"
Sooner or later, Nurhachi annexed the entire Hulun four tribes, and sooner or later he would become the co-owner of the Jurchen - who can he tell this to?
As for Mongolia, his emotion was even deeper.
In the past, his reputation as "Uncle Ning Yuan" was based on the battle that defeated Tumen Khan; The prestige of "General Soldier of Liaodong" is frightening.
Now what?
He couldn't help counting the development of the situation after he left the post of Liaodong General Army——
The most painful thing in my life happened in April of the 26th year of Wanli; on that day, Li Rusong, the eldest son who also served as the "General Soldier of Liaodong", went out to pursue the Mongolian troops, and was killed outside the Great Wall, with no bones left!
Afterwards, Li Rumei succeeded Liaodong General Army, and soon lost his position.
However, Mongolia has prospered instead.
Tumen Khan's son Buyan Khan is a British lord—
Buyan Khan is not as good at martial arts as Tumen Khan, he fights everywhere and expands his strength, but his achievements in other aspects surpass Tumen Khan. The power of religion made the people of all Mongolian tribes support him more, the tribes were more united, and the national power became stronger and more consolidated.
More importantly, Buyan Khan has obtained the jade seal that symbolizes the most supreme state.
This news is true - he has sent many people to inquire, and it has been confirmed.
At that time, when Emperor Yuan Shun left the north, he took away from the Central Plains the jade seal cast by Qin Shihuang, which was passed on from generation to generation; it was lost in Dai Zong Khan's hands, and Dai Zong Khan took it off and turned it into an Oirat. It was also killed first, and the whereabouts of the Chuanguo Yuxi became a mystery; and Buyan Khan unexpectedly regained it by supernatural powers-this matter, of course, has great significance in various aspects.
First of all, Buyan Khan's personal reputation has been greatly improved, which is conducive to the harmony and unity of the various Mongolian ministries.
Secondly, the symbolic meaning of the Chuan Guo Yuxi is too unusual, so unusual that it makes him worry: "The person who passed on the country originally passed on the country of the Central Plains—the Central Plains was occupied by Qin Shihuang, and the Chuan Guo Yuxi is a thing of the Central Plains— It’s God’s will to regain the lost and reappear in the world?”
As soon as he thought about it, he broke into cold sweat: "Could it be that God's will meant that the Hu people will re-enter the Central Plains? Otherwise, how could the Jade Seal of the Chuan Kingdom be regained in the hands of Buyan Khan?"
Now, Buyan Khan has passed away, and the Chuanguo Yuxi is in the hands of the new successor Lin Danhan——
"If this half-grown child also becomes the Lord of the Kingdom in the future, and holds the Jade Seal of the Kingdom in his hand, his role will be greater than that of Nurhachi!"
A series of unspoken words choked his heart and made the blood in his whole body boil; even, when he thought about it, he thought again: "Rusong died in the hands of Buyan Khan—it is truly uncommon. God, Dai!"
As a result, his emotions became more agitated, and his whole body wanted to get excited; however, this over-excited emotion caused something else—suddenly, his whole body convulsed, his throat choked, and he immediately coughed endlessly Cough.
The two attendants rushed up, one after the other, they patted his chest and back, and massaged him. After a while, when his cough subsided, they respectfully asked him: "My lord, please send the doctor to see you." ?”
Li Chengliang shook his head first, then nodded slightly: "Forget it—come and take a look!"
The cough barely stopped, but after the cough stopped, he felt a pain in his chest again; he had long since dared not be brave, and was most afraid of getting sick when he was old, and the manor had already prepared a doctor waiting for him, so he had to give in to his age and body.
However, when the attendants went out to summon the doctor, he couldn't help letting out a long sigh.
Turning his head back slightly, he silently glanced at the scroll hanging behind the seat, and the spirit that he was most proud of was revealed from the scroll—two lines of poetry in the flamboyant handwriting:
For a moment, he almost shed tears.
How long ago was that me?
His emotions became agitated again, but fortunately, the doctor came in, preventing his emotions from flying away—he stretched out his right hand like an obedient child, and asked the doctor to feel his pulse.
After drinking the concoction, he went to bed early and went to sleep under the care of his attendants; before he closed his eyes, he simply decided not to think too much about it, not even thinking about the new situation in Liaodong. it.
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