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Chapter 47 This item was given to General Zhang Cheng

In Changping, in the inner room of Xuanda Governor Xingyuan, Governor Lu Xiangsheng was talking with Hanlin Yang Tinglin.

Lu Xiangsheng sighed, and said: "Oh, brother, I don't know something, it's really hard to explain! Although there are 2 reinforcements from all walks of life, there are only [-] left under my command."

"Why?" Yang Tinglin asked in surprise.

Lu Xiangsheng regretted it a little, and said in a deep voice, "Thirty thousand Guanning iron cavalry have already been distributed to Supervisor Gao."

"This? Is this what the emperor meant?" Yang Tinglin couldn't believe it, why did he divide his troops.

Governor Lu Xiangsheng put his hands on the charcoal brazier to roast, and slowly told Yang Tinglin about the process of splitting up with the supervising army today.

"Alas!" After finishing speaking, he sighed in frustration.

Yang Tinglin stared blankly at Lu Xiangsheng, he had enough time for a cup of tea, but he was speechless.

After a long time, he stood up from the chair, stomped his feet, and said indignantly: "From this point of view, this beautiful country of Ming Dynasty will be buried in the hands of traitors sooner or later, and sent to the Eastern captives!"

Lu Xiangsheng was silent and didn't make a sound. He stared at the red-burning charcoal in the charcoal stove, and didn't raise his head for a long time.

As the governor of Xuanda, the leader of the military department of the current dynasty, he commanded the elite frontier army of the Ming Dynasty. He has fought against the rogues and Tartars for many years, and he has a very clear view of the current situation. However, the prisoner is ambitious, he has been coveting the splendid rivers and mountains of the Ming Dynasty, and always wants to take over the Central Plains.

However, even in his current position, he still feels powerless against the court's decision.

Lu Xiangsheng even thought that, as a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty, he would rather die of his own hatred than allow himself to publicize the faults of his "jun father" in front of other people.

At this moment, Lu Xiangsheng noticed that the servant Gu Xian was quietly watching him from outside, but he didn't dare to come in. He just knew that the food was ready.

So, he raised his head, smiled at Yang Tinglin and said, "Brother Boxiang, you have been an official in the capital for several years, but you are still a scholar. When you talk about state affairs, you are still elegiac and generous, just like you used to be. Okay, let's have dinner first." Well, after dinner, listen to the higher education."

Yang Tinglin also came back to his senses, and said: "Ha, I forgot the food while chatting, my lord, I have something else, should I tell you if I don't know?"

"Brother, it's okay to talk." Lu Xiangsheng said.

Yang Tinglin looked at Lu Xiangsheng, and asked with some expectation: "I heard that under your lord's command, a young general killed more than a hundred slaves and thieves. Can you call me to see him?"

"Hahaha," Lu Xiangsheng said with a hearty smile, "Why not, brother, please take a seat first, and wait for someone to call him over."

As Lu Xiangsheng said that, he arranged for his own soldiers to pass Zhang Cheng to Xingyuan for a meeting. He also took Yang Tinglin's hand and prepared to walk into the dining room together.

But Yang Tinglin said to Lu Xiangsheng: "My lord, let's move to the window, look at the military appearance of King Qin, and wait for this young general who is brave enough to kill slaves and thieves, how about?"

Lu Xiangsheng said with a "haha" smile: "Why not, this person is also my brother's favorite. He is not only brave and fearless, but also calm and steady. In the future, his achievements may be higher than that of you and me."

"Oh, if that's the case, I really can't wait." Yang Tinglin felt an inexplicable excitement in his heart, he was used to seeing the mediocrity in the court, and he really hoped to see Daming's energetic side.

Not long after, Zhang Cheng hurried to the Governor's Xingyuan, and was led into the Xingyuan by a soldier. He saw Governor Lu Xiangsheng standing in front of the window accompanied by a middle-aged scribe. Army camp.

Zhang Cheng took a closer look, and saw that middle-aged scribe standing sideways, with a rather thin figure. He looked about fifty years old, with a beautiful beard hanging down his chest, and he looked quite aloof and arrogant.

Seeing the governor Lu Xiangsheng's body turn slightly, Zhang Cheng hurriedly bowed his hands and said, "The last general, Zhang Cheng, pays homage to the governor."

"Come on, Zhongchen. This governor will introduce you. This is the imperial master Yang Tinglin." Lu Xiangsheng had already seen Zhang Cheng, and introduced Yang Tinglin jokingly.

Yang Tinglin watched carefully, and saw that the young general in front of him seemed to be about 20 years old, with a handsome face and a mighty figure. Heroic.

Yang Tinglin couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, "What a young hero, he is a general in frontier town!".

When Zhang Cheng heard that Governor Lu Xiangsheng introduced that the person next to him was Yang Tinglin, he was startled.

He knew Yang Tinglin. In the original history, when the Qing soldiers entered the fortress, Yang Tinglin impeached Yang Sichang, Minister of the Ministry of War, and was recommended as the head of the Ministry of War.

Soon, Lu Xiangsheng died in Jiazhuang, and Yang Tinglin survived because he was on an envoy. When Yang Tinglin, who had escaped death, reported the twists and turns in Lu Xiangsheng's army, Yang Sichang accused him of deceiving the emperor and demoting him to an outsider.

After Li Zicheng captured the capital, Yang Tinglin wept unceasingly, so he recruited troops in Jiangxi to serve as the king. Then the Qing army went south, Yang Tinglin left home and went to Ganzhou, recruited loyal and brave fighters from all over the world, and organized a team of tens of thousands of people to resist the Qing Dynasty. Martyrdom.

In the second year of Yongli in the Southern Ming Dynasty, King Gui posthumously bestowed on Yang Tinglin the title of Uncle Shaobao Xingan, posthumously titled Wenzheng.

Zhang Cheng respected him, bowed and said: "Zhang Cheng, pay homage to Master Yang of the Imperial Academy."

Yang Tinglin said with a smile: "What kind of Hanlin, if you don't tie your hands to the chicken and waste the country's money, it's better to kill slaves for the country like you."

Before Zhang Cheng could say anything, Governor Lu Xiangsheng dragged Yang Tinglin to the dining room, and Zhang Cheng had no choice but to follow the two of them into the dining room together.

In the dining room, several staff members of Governor Lu Xiangsheng were already waiting to have dinner with Yang Tinglin.

Zhang Cheng originally wanted to sit at the bottom of the table, but he didn't know that Master Yang of Hanlin insisted on dragging him to sit beside him, Zhang Cheng had no choice but to sit next to Yang Tinglin, which attracted the envy of several staff members.

The banquet was not rich, and there were no delicacies from mountains and seas, but it was reasonable. Everyone didn't talk about the war against the captives, but just chatted casually about the irrelevant and interesting things in the court.

Only Yang Tinglin was very concerned about Zhang Cheng's slave killing battle in Mafang. When he was eating, he kept asking about every detail of the battle, and nodded his approval every time. The way he looked at Zhang Cheng also gradually changed.

After the meal, Lu Xiangsheng invited Yang Tinglin into the inner room to explain in detail, Zhang Cheng told him to leave knowingly, Yang Tinglin just wanted to meet this slave-killing hero, and now people have seen it, and he also asked about it in detail in the Battle of Mafang. There is no hindrance.

After Zhang Cheng left, Lu Xiangsheng invited Yang Tinglin into the inner room. After the two sat down, he solemnly asked Yang Tinglin, "Brother Boxiang, the state affairs are difficult every day. I was buried in my hands, but the situation in front of me is indeed very critical. What good plan do you have?"

Yang Tinglin was silent for a moment, Fang revealed a wry smile from the corner of his mouth, and said: "I had an alternative opinion, but I always feel that if I say it, adults may not be willing to adopt it, and even if I adopt it, it is not easy to implement it. For good."

"What's your opinion, brother? Please tell me quickly." Lu Xiangsheng asked eagerly.

Yang Tinglin said confidently to Lu Xiangsheng: "I thought that my lord might lead the troops to the south and lure the eastern captives to pursue them all the way to the boundary of the three prefectures in Jinan, and then call on the soldiers and people of the three prefectures. Not only will there be no shortage of food and grass, Soldiers and horses will also gather everywhere.

The Duke once governed the three prefectures, and the common people still remember his kindness. The elders and elders of the three prefectures in Jinan must be able to hear the wind and respond, and help the public to resist the strong captives.

This move is not only to save the country, but also to protect the family for the scholars and people of the three prefectures in southern Jinan. They will definitely fight for the public. "

Lu Xiangsheng shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Brother Boxiang, your great idea is indeed feasible, I know it well. But I can't do this matter."

"Well, I also know that this matter is dangerous, and I'm afraid it will be framed by people in power in the temple. However, if war is really impossible, you should cherish yourself and save a useful body for the country." In Yang Tinglin's words, he was very sincere. Said to Lu Xiangsheng.

After finishing speaking, he noticed the portrait of Guan Gong hanging in the middle of the wall, next to it was Yue Fei's "Man Jianghong" written by Lu Xiangsheng himself, with elegant and strong characters.

The date signed below is yesterday. In addition to the positive "Xiang Sheng" stamp, there is also a negative stamp: "Doctors have no friends abroad."

Yang Tinglin forced a smile, and said: "Even if Yue Wumu comes back to life now, it may be difficult to show his great ambitions. He will lean on the railing and roar loudly. He must be very strong."

Lu Xiangsheng sighed and said: "Brother Boxiang, as soon as I arrived here, I felt strange. On the screen behind the hall, there is Mr. Wen Shan's "Song of Righteousness" written by unknown person, and in this bedroom, Guan Gong just happened to hang it. Like, like, that's what's going to happen to me."

"My lord! You are in danger to the country, why do you say such ominous words?" Yang Tinglin said to Lu Xiangsheng eagerly when he heard the words.

Lu Xiangsheng sighed, and said, "Oh, maybe it's because of the number of days!"

"Ah?..." Yang Tinglin was speechless for a while.

Lu Xiangsheng said a little sadly: "My brother has been fighting with troops and horses in recent years, but the bandits have become more and more numerous, and the captives have become stronger and stronger. Today, Jiannu invaded in large numbers, and the capital is in danger. Although he is called the governor, he cannot fight. How can he report it? Heaven's grace, comfort the soldiers and the people. Isn't it the number of days in such a situation?"

"Since my lord is the commander-in-chief of King Qin's army, there is still something to be done in the overall situation, but why are you so discouraged." Yang Tinglin encouraged earnestly.

They talked of other things, sighing now and then.

At about three o'clock, Yang Tinglin got up to say goodbye, because he had to enter the palace tomorrow to attend the morning court, and it was really inconvenient to delay.

Governor Lu Xiangsheng also knew that he could not be kept any longer, so he called his servant Gu Xian to bring out some wine and drank a few glasses with Yang Tinglin.

Lu Xiangsheng himself has a bold personality and a lot of alcohol, but since his father passed away, during the filial piety for his father Ding You, he never had a drop of wine on his lips, today he drank a few glasses with him because he was afraid that he might not see Yang Tinglin again when he came here.

When parting outside the Xingyuan Gate, he held Yang Tinglin's hand tightly and said, "Brother Boxiang, please tell your old friends in Beijing that I, Lu Xiangsheng, will never disappoint the Holy Grace, and I will never let you old friends and the millions of people in the capital live up to you." Eagerly looking forward to it!"

Yang Tinglin also held Lu Xiangsheng's hand tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Suddenly, he remembered something, took out a cylindrical object from the sleeve of his robe, about a foot long, wrapped it in a silk cloth cover, and said to Lu Xiangsheng: "I almost forgot, I prepared a special thing, and gave it to you as a gift for military use. "

Lu Xiangsheng took it over from Xiguan, but inside the silk cover was a "thousand-mile mirror", which was quite exquisite in workmanship. He held it in his hand and said: "This thing is indeed practical, but I have it, so I will keep it for myself."

Yang Tinglin cupped his hands generously, and said: "Brother happened to get this thing by chance. Considering the usefulness of the adult, I donated it in advance. What's the use of keeping it for myself? Since the adult already has this thing, I will bother you to give it to the brave man. Little General Zhang Cheng, my slave."

After Yang Tinglin finished speaking, he got on his horse and drove away. The fifty elite soldiers arranged by Lu Xiangsheng escorted Yang Tinglin all the way to the gate of Desheng.

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