In the golden September, the grand ceremony of prisoner offering had just been completed. Duke Cheng made sacrifices to Emperor Longqing for the 72nd time.

The people in the capital were still immersed in the joy brought by the victory at Xifengkou, and a series of rapid horse hooves sounded at Fucheng Gate again.

"Hurry up, get out of here!" The knight immediately urged. The horse neighed and camels screamed under Fucheng's gate. The coal-carriage hurriedly made way. The soldiers guarding the gate also quickly retreated and allowed the messenger to enter the city.

Only when the sound of horse hooves became less and people came to their senses and started to talk.

"This is a military newspaper from Xuanda."

"Is it a good news again?" After the victory, the people in the capital were full of confidence and thought of Taozi one after another.

"You are dreaming of marrying a wife - just thinking about good things." Lizhonggu said sneered: "If it were a good news, you would have been shouting 'Good News'. What did you hear just now?"

"It seems...100,000 yuan is in a hurry..." Everyone was poured into cold water with their heads in their heads, and their mood immediately became heavy. "That's definitely not a victory?"

"Could Xuanda be defeated?" People began to speculate nervously, and then they realized that Altan was not the kind of smelly fish and rotten shrimps like Dong Fox... In fact, Dong Fox still felt that he was better than Altan. But there was no way, he succeeded and defeated the enemy. He has now become a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the Ming Dynasty's evaluation of Urianha has been reduced a lot.

"It seems that I can't be happy too early." A businessman sighed: "I originally planned to go to Shanxi to get some jealous, so I'd better stay honest."

"Yes, Altan is too cruel. He slaughtered Shizhou three years ago, wasn't it in Shanxi?" People became worried again, wondering when this worried day would end?

~~

Wenyuan Pavilion.

The Grand Secretary received a military newspaper from the Tongzheng Department. The Grand Secretary Zhao Zhenji, who was on duty, was about to read, but the memorial in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Zhenji still maintained her posture just now, looked up in surprise, and saw that it was snatched by Gao Gong, looking at it.

"You..." Zhao Zhenji's old face turned red.

"What are you? Is the military matter related to you?" Gao Gong glanced at him.

"I am the Grand Secretary on duty!" Zhao Zhenji said with a loud voice.

"What's the point of quarrel? We're all here, so you don't need to meddle in other people's business." Gao Gong didn't even have any birds, so he turned to Zhang Juzheng and said, "Let's go, Taiyue, go to my room to see."

Seeing Gao Gong so tightly, Zhang Juzheng knew that something must have happened, so he smiled apologetically at Zhao Zhenji, got up and followed him out.

The Prime Minister sat there quietly writing, without saying a word from beginning to end, just like no one like him.

"Yuan Fu, look at him!" Zhao Zhenji complained in grievance.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, there is no one to take care of you when you get angry." Li Chunfang gently shook his pen and comforted him: "You should tolerate him, let him avoid him, be patient, let him respect him, and ignore him. In a few years, you can see him."

"Himmer..." Zhao Zhenji was filled with a bowl of chicken soup with anger. I don't know if he was full or was so angry that he burped. He thought Li Chunfang was copying Buddhist scriptures, but when he walked over and found that it was a resignation statement.

"Yuan Fu is this?" He was shocked.

"When you are in the prime of your life, you should live in a place where you are alone. You can only be safe after retreating in a hurry." Li Chunfang said lightly: "It will be not good to wait for others to chase people."

"Yuan Fu, he who refused to ignore all officials..." Zhao Zhenji felt that he was in a bad mood, mainly because if he was the only one left, life would be even more impossible.

"Oh, do you think I don't know what the officials say about me? It's just a licorice in the prescription. It's a little more moist, not a little bitter, not much difference." Li Chunfang smiled self-deprecatingly.

"There is a big difference..." Zhao Zhenji wanted to persuade him, but saw Li Chunfang wave his hand and signaling him not to say more.

"When I'm not leaving yet, you want to do something, hurry up." After Li Chunfang said that, he lowered his head and focused on his resignation, not paying attention to him anymore.

"Yuan Fu..." Zhao Zhenji was stunned. He suddenly realized that once Li Chunfang resigned, the emperor would comfort him and keep him, and all officials would also try to keep him. It would take at least several months to be approved. During this period, the Chief Auxiliary was almost invincible.

Zhao Zhenji's heart thumped, and he realized that this was his last chance.

~~

The second floor of Wenyuan Pavilion, in a high arch room.

Looking at the contents of the report written by Wang Chonggu, Governor Xuanda, Zhang Juzheng was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking.

'Altan Sun took Han Najib out of death at night, and fled to Datong, and asked for surrender. The general of Datong Ma Fang accepted it, and I also thought it was a strange thing to live in. However, Altan would not give up, for fear that the army would be brought back. I have a traitor Zhao Quan still lives there, so I can teach him to send it to him. Otherwise, he would be sought, as in the case of the Han Dynasty's hostage, he would attract his old subordinates and live near the border.'

‘Old Altan is dead. Yizi Huang Taiji is not as good as his father. Our court can order him to go out to fight against Taiji. He is a snipe and clam. I am a fisherman. Isn’t that a good strategy? However, whether it is to stay or to be punished or to be punished is all due to the superiors. I hope that he will recover early and not miss the military situation…’

He looked at it carefully again, and Fang looked up at Gao Gong with a smile on his face, knowing that this was not a coincidence, but a big drama that Gao Gong and Lao Xier jointly directed.

Otherwise, why did Gao Gong urge Qi Jiguang to fight Urianha as soon as possible? Isn’t it just to free up your hands and concentrate on dealing with Altan?

Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but feel creepy. Lao Gao and Lao Xier were so sad. If they conspired to deal with him in the future, wouldn't he still keep it in the dark?

Bugu quickly suppressed the inappropriate worries and asked Gao Gong quietly for instructions: "I wonder what Xuan Weng wants?"

"Oh, Taiyue is in charge of military affairs, of course he has to listen to your opinion." Gao Gong was surprisingly kind, and he was completely different from when he treated Zhao Zhenji downstairs just now.

"According to my opinion, Wang Duxian's suggestions are very important to control the border, and they can be followed." Zhang Juzheng said carefully: "But we should also be careful that Altan will launch a large army to provoke the border. If we arrest a group of people, a hundred soldiers, or even civil and military officials, and press them to Datong City to ask for a replacement, Wang Duxian will be passive at that time."

"Well, Taiyue is still thinking carefully." Gao Gong kept the blank paper on the table and said: "You will write a copy to him now, and order him to completely shrink and prepare for the battle. You must never let Altan get the chips."

"I understand." Zhang Juzheng nodded, and did not ask Si Zhilang to come in, so he closed his sleeves and personally dredged the ink.

"By the way, Taiyue," Gao Gong hugged his arms, paced around his desk, and thought for a while, and said: "Do you think it is possible to solve Xuanda's border problems once and for all?"

"Oh?" Zhang Juzheng said that the opera meat was coming, and asked, "What are the great opinions of Mr. Xuan?"

"After the great victory of Xifengkou, I was thinking about how to give Altan this moment and make the Tatar tribe completely honest?" Gao Gong said slowly: "But after thinking about it, it seems unrealistic."

"Xuan Weng was very worried that the Tatars now unified the right-wing Mongolia, with a vast territory and a large population. With the current national strength of our Ming Dynasty, it is difficult to fight with them within twenty years." Zhang Juzheng agreed, "Besides, even if they defeated the Tatars and drove them back to the northern desert. The grasslands were in a bitter and cold place and could not garrison the troops, it was just a wedding dress for the Oirat and the Chahar tribe."

"That's right, that's the reason!" Gao Gong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. What he was most worried about was that even Zhang Juzheng could not convince him, so how could that be a joke?

"The wolves on the grassland cannot be killed. They must change their strategies, such as domesticating the wolf into a dog, and letting the dog help people guard the house and protect the hospital." He stopped talking in circles: "In fact, what the Tartars wanted was nothing more than the border trade. They were those stubborn guys who always worry about it and refused to resume the market. If Altan was willing to pay tribute, I think it would be better to negotiate peace with him..."

As he said that, he sighed, "The people in the north are suffering too much. Let's rest with the people for a few years first, and it is normal to restore their vitality."

"Mr. Xuan is talking about justice." Zhang Juzheng nodded with agreement, but he was reluctant to write. "It's just that, I'm afraid the government and the public will discuss things in a fierce way."

This is the lice on the bald man's head - it is obvious. The civil servants of the Ming Dynasty were attempting to kill the emperor to be captured in order to cleanse the shame and not be threatened. In the past few decades, the court has suffered such a great loss on Altan, so how can they easily accept peace talks?

"I didn't say that the revenge in Shizhou will not be avenged. But as the saying goes, it's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." Gao Gong was exactly this, so he needed to get a victory first to block the public's mouths.

"King Goujian of Yue still knew that he would sleep on firewood and taste gall. He would gather in ten years and learn lessons in ten years to achieve great achievements. We cannot be inferior to the ancients two thousand years ago!"

Zhang Juzheng nodded, but felt a little dissatisfied. He thought to himself that "it's cheap enough" he has not only tasted gall, but also tasted stool. This is really something that people today cannot compare to.

"The Tartars have been repetitive by nature. How many times have they been rebelled again? How could they be an exception this time? They will definitely rebel in the future." Gao Gong waved his hand and said without any doubt: "We negotiate peace just to win the time to gather lessons. When we are ready, they can't resist!"

"Mr. Xuan is really hardworking." Zhang Juzheng couldn't help but exclaim: "I don't know if we can see that day?"

"That doesn't matter, success doesn't have to be with me." Gao Gong said with a sigh: "I am willing to be Shang Yang and Chao Cuo of the Ming Dynasty. As long as the country can be revived, there will be no regrets even if I die nine times!"

"A true scholar of Xuan Weng!" Zhang Juzheng hurriedly stood up to salute, and sighed: "It's better to be a servant."

"Oh, Taiyue, you are a little younger than me. If you live well, you will definitely see that day." Gao Gong laughed and helped him up, and said emotionally: "I just want to clear the thorns for you. So what about the heinous infamy? When you succeed in the future, it is enough to say justice for me!"

"Mr. Xuan..." Zhang Juzheng's eyes turned red slightly.

"Oh, I've told you a long time ago, don't call me Xuanweng. It's too disgusting, and I'm still called me old." Gao Gong smiled and shook his head, "I still like the word you called me like you did back then."

"Yes." Zhang Juzheng smiled and shouted: "Brother Suqing."
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