Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 937

"Defeated, really defeated." Jiang Pushe dropped his hands to his knees, and the battle report fell to the ground, just like his low voice: "Sishui... defeated!"

She seemed to be extremely depressed, and lowered her head to cover up the bright flames in his eyes.

The Huan family was defeated!

Jiang's won!

This is the news he has been waiting for for a long time.

For this news, he even deliberately cut off all contact with Surabaya, just not wanting Huan Zicheng, Rang Huan, and Xue to notice the slightest movement.

Now, it is finally counted.

If it wasn't for this in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Jiang Pushe really wanted to laugh three times.

From now on, Jiang's family should be the first among the gentry in the world!

What a gratifying news this is, he really wanted to drink three cups in a row to comfort Jiang's ancestors.

"The army is defeated on the rocky beach..." A voice suddenly came from beside him, which made Jiang Pushi's heart shudder.

The voice sounded like it was trembling, old and intermittent: "...the Huan family's elite...all destroyed, Jiang, Du, and Zhou Zhou's army...retreating to the south of Sishui, the supervisor Xue Yunheng...is missing..."

Jiang Pushe slowly turned back, with just the right amount of grief and sorrow on his face, looked at Duke Xue who was squatting on the ground reading the battle report, stepped forward to help him up, and comforted him with gentle words: "Your Majesty, please get up first, the ground is very cold, don't worry..."

Before saying a word, Duke Xue swayed and fell on his back.

There was a sudden exclamation in the hall, and Jiang Pushe rushed forward to help him, but he was taken by him so that his body was unstable, and he stumbled and fell sideways.

Fortunately, Du Xiaoqi and Du Guangwu were standing next to him. The father and son are both skilled archers and horse generals. At this time, they stepped forward to support the two with quick eyesight and hands. Zhou Dushui then called the little supervisor to bring water. , For a while, the hall was in chaos.

Emperor Zhongyuan frowned and looked at the chaotic scene below, with no joy or anger in his expression.

Xing Yourong stepped forward and asked softly, "Your Majesty, do you want to invite the palace doctor to take a look?"

Emperor Zhongyuan's face became gloomy, and he waved his hand and said, "Go."

Xing Yourong took the order to leave, Emperor Zhongyuan stood up slowly, his face was gloomy, almost like the hazy sky outside the palace: "Is the auspicious time here?"

This is to ask the eunuch order of Qin Tianjian at the side.

Tai Shiling trotted forward, knelt down and said, "The auspicious time has come."

"Forget it, drive back to the palace." Emperor Zhongyuan waved his hand again.

Immediately, the jade chime sounded, mixed with the chaotic exclamations and voices of the whole hall, as well as the sound of all the ministers kneeling and worshiping, it sounded a bit more lively than before.

Emperor Zhongyuan walked down the jade steps with a gloomy complexion, and when he came to Duke Xue who was unconscious on the ground, he stopped for a while, his face softened, and he ordered in a soft voice: "Ask someone to carry the bag and send Duke Xue back to the mansion." Pausing for a while, there was a sudden regret on the face: "Tonight's banquet, let's avoid it. I'm not in that mood anymore."

After speaking, drive away.

All the officials knelt on the ground to see him off, and Qin Su and other members of the royal family also left Linhua Hall.

The battle report sent back from Surabaya shattered the festive atmosphere of the Longevity Festival in one fell swoop. The monarchs and ministers came here in high spirits and returned disappointed.

In the next few days, the court experienced a whole process from silence to noise, and back to silence again.

The former silence was naturally caused by the defeat in Surabaya and the sluggish momentum in the court; afterward, there was a voice of volunteers among the generals who were in the main battle, vowing to send troops to Surabaya to reverse the defeat; those who did not advocate continuing to fight The civil servants, on the grounds that the treasury was empty and the soldiers were short, quarreled with the main combat faction for several days, which can be described as noisy.

Afterwards, several urgent battle reports came from Surabaya, but they were sent jointly by generals Jiang, Du, and Zhou. The situation in Surabaya has been stabilized, and now they are trying their best to search for the missing Supervisor Xue, and are preparing to counterattack Yunyun, but the court is relieved again.

When the breath was relaxed, all the voices calling for a fight disappeared. All the officials were looking forward to it, waiting for Jiang, Du, and Zhou Zhou's next actions.

In this stalemate, the first snow fell in the metropolis.

The snow came suddenly, and the sky was still fine in the morning, but at the wrong time in the afternoon, thin snow foam floated down, pieces of fine snow were as crystal as broken jade, fluttering and dancing in the wind, covering the whole city. The city is decorated softly and tenderly.

Huo Zhijian stood under the eaves with his hands folded, staring at a rock in the courtyard in a daze.

This is a small courtyard on the west side of Jiangfu. There are several abbots, a kitchen, and three or five poles of green bamboo. Under the bamboo is a mountain stone.

The snow fell sparsely, like a careless dance.The snow is light and thin, and there is no white accumulation. The green leaves between the bamboo branches are clean and clean, and they have never been stained with frost.

Huo Zhijian sighed for a long time, pulled his hands out of the armholes, wiped off the dust on the lintel of the stool, and sat down.

"Is Mr. Huo there?" A low voice came from outside the door.

Huo Zhijian's expression tightened, and he stood up quickly: "I'm here, what's the matter?" While speaking, he stepped down the stone steps and stood in the snow.

The gate of the courtyard was pulled open from the outside, and a person poked his head out half of his head, his eyes rolled around, and seeing Huo Zhijian alone in the courtyard, he immediately grinned: "So the master is here."

As he spoke, he opened the courtyard door and walked in. He was a boy of fourteen or five years old. Boots, but they are dressed as servants in the mansion.

Huo Zhijian stepped forward quickly, looked out of the courtyard with his head, and quickly closed the courtyard door. When he turned around, his face was a little nervous, and he asked in a low voice, "How is it? Any news?"

"Yes." The young man also said in a low voice, he couldn't help looking around, as if he was afraid of being heard: "The Lord received a letter from Fei Ge today."

"Oh?" Huo Zhijian's eyes lit up, and his expression became more and more nervous: "Do you know what news Mr. Pushe received?"

"How can I know that?" The boy shook his head like a clattering drum, "I only know that Lord Lang..."

At this point, he suddenly closed his mouth, rolled his eyes and looked at Huo Zhijian with a smile, and stretched out a hand.

Huo Zhijian's face burst into anger for an instant, but he quickly put away his expression, took out a dime of silver from his armband, and put it in that hand.

The young man weighed the silver coin, then nodded with satisfaction: "Mr. Huo is still generous, as soon as he makes a move, he will get the silver coin."

"Forget it, tell me quickly, what happened to Mr. Pushe after he received the news?" Huo Zhijian asked impatiently, his eyes fixed on the boy.

The boy didn't delay any longer, and said in a low voice: "After receiving the letter, the master was very happy. During lunch, he asked someone to dig out the plum blossom wine that was buried three years ago, and he ate several cups."

(End of this chapter)