Chasing King

Yan Sikong pondered all night, and finally decided to ask Yan Zilian to follow Zhao Fuyi out of the army.

At this time, he was in the capital, in addition to accompany the little prince to study, there will be no other practical achievements.

He has only been an official for two years. The court attaches great importance to seniority. No matter how talented he is, he needs to be ranked. Unless he has made great contributions, he can be promoted quickly. However, such opportunities are not available. Usually, a Hanlin wants to become a Bachelor of science. He will do the most basic paperwork files in the Hanlin Academy for several years, then dispatch places. Finally, he will return to Beijing for six posts and three departments. After this series of experience, if the official career is successful, it will take more than 20 years.

Yan Sikong can't wait so long. He wanted to end Xie Zhongren himself and never let the eunuch die. So as long as he grasped the possible opportunity, he would try his best to climb up. Whether he was fawning on Yan Zilian, winning over the crown prince, or even marrying a princess in the future, he would be closer to the center of power. At present, he is too young to stay in the court, so it's better to go with him to fight the rebellion, or he may have a chance to make contributions. Moreover, with his military experience, Yan Zilian can better promote him.

With this idea in mind, Yan Sikong visited Yan's house and talked about it deeply. This time, he did not hide his desire for power and achievement, because he knew that it was time for Yan Zilian to see this from him.

Yan Zilian agreed without hesitation: "I am very glad that you have such consideration. Now that the imperial court is in charge of castration and the discipline is abolished, you can't express your passion here. As time goes by, I'm afraid that you will become those dead and depressed officials. It's better to leave the capital temporarily. The military documents are very hard. If you can come back triumphantly, the crown prince and I will ask for your good advice in front of the emperor. In the meantime, I will transfer you to six departments to give you a grand world. "

"Thank you, teacher!" Yan Sikong bowed deeply.

"But this trip is extremely dangerous. Aren't you afraid?"

"If you go away and don't return, it's the fate of Si Ming. Moreover, students are not afraid of the duty of sacrificing their lives to serve the country and being ministers."

"Good!" Yan Zilian looked at Yan Sikong deeply, "Sikong, I have been an official for more than 40 years and have countless students. You are the one who makes me most satisfied. I have high hopes for you and live well."

Yan Sikong retreated three steps, fell on his knees and made a big bow to Yan Zilian.

Yan Zilian is a crafty and suspicious man. He is also tainted with forming a party, monopolizing power, and accumulating money. However, he is still a good official for the country and the people, a qualified first assistant, and a mentor dedicated to promoting him. He is grateful to Yan Zilian.

Before leaving, Yan Sikong went to the east palace to say goodbye to the prince.

When the prince heard that he was going to go out with the army, he was very dissatisfied. He said in a hurry, "don't you want to teach me how to read, sir? What should I do when I leave?"

"Your Highness has several other teachers."

"They are not as good as you say." The prince frowned deeply, "I love listening to my teacher's lectures most."

Yan Sikong said: "if the rebellion goes smoothly, maybe I can come back in a few months."

"How can war be successful? What if, what if you are in danger? You are a scholar. You don't even have the ability to defend yourself. "

"Don't worry, your highness. You can protect me if you have me in front of you."

"You..." The prince turned his face and stopped talking.

"Your Highness..."

When the prince ignored him, Yan Sikong called again twice, and then said with a bitter smile, "why do I want to leave your highness? I wish I could serve him all my life, but I can't disobey the emperor's orders. If I can serve my power for the stability of our country and the safety of the people, I will be happy."

The prince slowly turned his face and said, "are you really willing to help me all your life?"

Yan Sikong nodded without hesitation.

"If one day I become emperor, I will let you be my first assistant."

Yan Sikong quietly retreated a few steps, knelt on the ground: "I don't dare, I only hope to devote myself to serving the country."

"I'm serious." The prince said, "Sir knows me, sir knows my sufferings, my difficulties and my ambition. He must be the person who knows me best in the world. Every word he says about me benefits me a lot. If you are around me, I will be able to revitalize Shengshi and revive the power of China."

"I believe it."

The prince helped Yan Sikong up and looked into his eyes: "Sir and I, don't break the letter."

"Of course, when I am far away from home, I will always urge my highness to be diligent and thoughtful."

The prince tightened his grip on Yan Si's empty arm and said earnestly, "Mr. Wang must come back alive. I'm waiting for you."

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whenever there is a rebellion, it should be famous, and there is nothing new in the name of King Liang, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty. In the name of the emperor being bewitched by treacherous officials, he rebelled. I'm afraid even he didn't expect that the rebellion started in a muddleheaded way, and he gave him a big gift -- Bao Yunyong's rebel army.

The situation is in such a crisis that ten thousand troops and horses transferred from the Jingshan garrison will soon be sent out.

Yan Sikong took off his court clothes and put on his military uniform. Before he left, he settled down and told Ali to take Xi'an with him and went to camp alone.Chief Shi Naijun's official position in charge of recording military information is usually the staff of the commander in chief, but it is impossible for him to record in person what happened in the camp every day, what discussions the commander had with the generals, what movements the enemy had, and so on. These details are recorded by documents, and Yan Sikong is one of the two documents.

It seems that the status of the document is not high, but any general should be courteous. The pen of a scholar is the gun in his hand. If he writes some idealistic words, it may affect the promotion, reward and punishment of the general.

Ten thousand soldiers and horses set out in a mighty way, marching for more than ten miles, marching on the thin snow that will melt in the early spring and the grass that will rise slightly, to march on the two lakes.

After walking for a long time, Feng Ye's longitudinal horse patrolled back from the front of the team. He found Yan Sikong and rode with him.

Seeing Feng Ye's heroic appearance, Yan Sikong seems to see the pleasure of releasing the beast to the wild.

"How many miles do we march every day?"

"It's usually 30 Li. General Zhao asked for 50 Li to fight Luoyang army as soon as possible."

Yan Sikong nodded: "when so."

Feng Ye looked up and down at Yan Sikong and said with a smile, "I saw you in your riding suit for the first time. It's so beautiful."

Yan Sikong also looked down at himself: "I didn't expect to wear this dress."

Feng Ye suddenly leaned over and said vaguely with his mouth: "let me take it off with my own hands."

Yan Sikong glanced at him: "I'm not serious."

Feng Ye, with a smile, said: "empty, are you afraid?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "if someone says that he is not afraid of death, he must be boasting."

"If you are afraid, just come to my arms. I will never laugh at you." Feng Ye's eyes were firm. "I took you out, because I don't want to be separated from you, and I hope you can take this opportunity to get promoted. So, I will protect you with all my life. Don't worry."

Yan Sikong unconsciously showed a gentle smile: "I know." He suddenly remembered something: "I know kung fu. Don't let it slip."

"Why?"

"I don't dare to show off in the army because I'm just a beginner. Anyway, keep it a secret for me."

"All right." Feng Ye hesitated, "I think you have a lot of secrets."

Yan Si empty light way: "who can have no secret."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Si Kong for a long time. He wanted to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

At night, Yan Sikong paced back and forth in the camp, watching how they set up camp. When he was a teenager, he was a member of the rebel army. Unfortunately, it was not enough for him to be a group of mountain bandits and grass-roots bandits. He soon ran away. This was the first time that he was in the camp of the orthodox army. Fengye was right. Sooner or later, he had to see it with his own eyes.

On this trip, he can not only see the barracks, but also present all the things he has read in the book of war.

Standing in front of the Chinese Army's tent, watching the soldiers shuttling back and forth, his heart was filled with pride. Whether it was the court or the battlefield, he Yan Sikong would become the helmsman.

Let this fight against rebellion become the first powerful arrow that he shot toward the center of centralization.