Chapter 361

Los Angeles, Zong Zhengming's study.

Wei Zhen got the call and came in, and saw two His Royal Highnesses sitting on the head. One is dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, the other is dressed in a black regular dress, each sitting on the chair of a grand master with completely different expressions. His Highness the Fifth Highness was holding a blue and white porcelain cup, and his eyes were warm and graceful after being filled with water mist. But his master was leaning on the backrest with one elbow. In the slightly closed phoenix eyes, the light was deep and sharp.

It's no wonder that many women in the boudoir in Beijing admire his highness. Although His Highness the Fifth Highness is also handsome, but in front of the master, he lacks the intimidating look.

It's a pity that this expression is too compelling, so far, only Master Yao can bear it, and he can still dance around in front of His Highness, and even provoke him from time to time.

"How?" Zong Zhenglin's other hand pointed at the case, and Wei Zhen knew that this person had lost his patience waiting for success.

"The other end has acted according to the agreement. Only Chunyu Jiahe proposed that he hoped to bring back his long-lost sister earlier."

Before being instructed by His Highness, Wei Zhen couldn't help but look up... Well, his master closed his eyes completely, obviously he didn't pay attention to General Zhengxi from Mobei.

"Send a message to the Mogan Ridge, don't delay."

After Wei Zhen retreated, Zong Zhengming refilled the tea by himself, seeing the silence of the person beside him, he knew that he was really tired. After all, discussing matters all night for three consecutive days, and going to and from the army twice, the mental and physical exhaustion can be seen.

"Aren't you going to rest in the back?" It was the first time since he brought Mu Shi to the door, and Zong Zhengming left when he saw that he hadn't finished his work.

"It's not too late." On the way back to the city, he was mistaken for Zong Zhengming. He had dealt with the assassination of a dead man, and his evil spirit had not faded. Going back to the house at this time only disturbed her.

Seeing that his forehead was still steamy, he deliberately took a shower, and now he was closing his eyes to adjust his breath, Zong Zhengming put down the teacup, and slowly moved his eyes away. "She may not be afraid."

What Zong Zhenglin meant by this move can be guessed with just a little thought. Since he valued her so much, why should he underestimate her in this matter?

Touching his forehead and laughing, Zong Zhenglin lifted his clothes and stood up slowly. "She's definitely not afraid." It's just that he doesn't want to disturb her peace.

In October of the fifteenth year of Zhanghe, the two armies fought fiercely in Moganling for nine days. Mobei dispatched an army of more than 110,000, led by Hussar General Tuo Bahong, and finally broke through the Kunmu Pass of the Great Wei, winning the biggest victory since the two armies fought.

The commander of the West Route Army, the veteran Fu Dongguo, was shot down by Tuo Bahong with an arrow in the chest. The deputy commander Chen Jingliang was ordered to take over Fu Dongguo's position as the leader of the army, and led the remaining troops to retreat to Xicheng.

After this battle, Mobei people's morale is high, and they are already eyeing Xicheng. In view of the weakness of the Great Wei Central Army, the army on the East Road did not retreat, and the losses were too great, so it was very difficult to advance to the hinterland of Mobei. After weighing again and again, King Mobei finally agreed to Tuoba Hong's request, and he prayed and entrusted to dispatch troops to Kunmu, seeing that he wanted to take down the West Road first, and then break them down one by one.

After the defeat in the war, Shengjing was full of gloom. The most resentful person is none other than Prince Zong Zhenghui. The great opportunity that was so hard to win was handed over to him by that useless Fu Dongguo.

Who is Chen Jingliang? However, Emperor Yuan Cheng newly promoted a group of young generals. He hadn't even been on the battlefield before, relying on his lip service, he was good at it, and he had some ability to talk about it on paper. Such an important position was unexpectedly snatched by a humble martial artist. Zong Zhenghui was depressed and angry.

If the crown prince knew, not only was Chen Jingliang not from a poor family, but a member of the Chen family from a century-old family in Shengjing City, who was only inferior to the Helian family, and he had trained soldiers in the chaotic place of Xinzhou for two years. I'm afraid I'm so angry that I vomit blood in the hall.

Since Chen Jingliang took over as the commander-in-chief, compared to the old general Fu Dongguo who racked his brains for reinforcements and fought head-on, this young general gave very tough orders.

Retreating to Xicheng, even if you fight to the last person, you will have to delay Mobei's 150,000 invading army for at least half a month.

After reading the secret report, the map that Zong Zhenglin laid out under her nose that day appeared in Mu Xiyao's mind. Standing on the fence with one hand, leaning on the fence and looking into the distance. In the far distance, the clouds are heavy, and the wind and rain are about to come.

In Shengjing, a group of courtiers in the early court, except for the emperor's confidants, were divided into two factions, facing Chen Jingliang at a critical juncture, they couldn't do anything, they were so noisy.

Emperor Yuan Cheng watched coldly, seeing clearly the faces of the people below. After the people below had had enough noise, he calmly spoke.

"Prince, what's your opinion on this matter?"

After being ordered to answer by Emperor Yuan Cheng, Zong Zhenghui immediately regained his spirits. "Father, my son thinks that Chen Jingliang is really a person who is trying to catch fame and reputation. He has no real ability. At this moment, facing the attack of 150,000 troops from Mobei, even if he does not ask for help from Huizhou and Jinzhou, he will definitely not seek help." The door should be kept behind closed doors. What's more, this person is so overjoyed that he dared to order an army to delay the opponent for at least half a month."

After speaking triumphantly, Zong Zhenghui felt that there was something to be said, and it was extremely reasonable. It's a pity that the emperor just glanced at him, then turned his gaze coldly.

He Lianzhang caught a glimpse of the prince's face flushed from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the mud really couldn't support the wall. Why didn't he think about it, Chen Jingliang's military order, why did he focus on those fifteen days, and even if he fought to the death, he wanted to keep Mo Bei in check.

"Old Ba, what do you say?" After the crown prince passed, Emperor Yuan Cheng called Zong Zhenghan again to reply. This time everyone pricked up their ears, waiting to see what this man who was favored by the emperor would say.

"Father, Chen Jingliang, who can resist all opinions at this time, retain the army and retreat to Xicheng, and order to defend to delay the main force of the enemy army, it is a desperate attempt to win the opportunity for the Chinese army and the East Road. The West Road is lost. If Zhan Dawei wants to turn defeat into victory, he must gain something in the other two routes. Since he pointed out the delay for half a month, my son expected that there should have been a message from the Central Army or the East Route. Next, the battle between the two armies may be more intense. "

"In your opinion, his plan may work?" The meaning behind these words is that Emperor Yuan Cheng agreed with Zong Zhenghan's previous words. He did not blame Chen Jingliang for his behavior. As a result, the prince's complexion became even more ugly.

Zong Zhenghan pondered for a while, his lowered eyes were full of insidiousness. "If all parties are well coordinated, there may still be a battle."

Ranked among the civil servants, Qing Lin's eyes slightly raised in the study room of the Minister of the Household Department. He stared closely at the back of the person standing in the center of the Qinzheng Hall, but for a moment, he withdrew his gaze and nodded respectfully.

All parties have dispatched effectively, and food and grass are naturally counted among them. The people standing below are all human beings. Hearing His Highness the Eighth Prince's reply at this moment, what he said was reasonable, and what he said was upright. Only this food... really intriguing.

In Shengjing City, everyone who has some basic knowledge knows that the Chinese army and the East Road have been in urgent need of food and grass for quite some time. At this time, the matter of dispatching was mentioned... Could it be that His Highness the Eighth Highness meant that if the battle in Mobei was lost again, those two would have to be blamed in the end?