After leaving the palace, Zhang Ran rushed to Tianjin that night and then took a boat to Nanjing.

Things in the southwest are of great importance. Peng Rong's situation not only needs further verification, but also requires the Jinyiwei to make the next step. This is the task assigned by Zhu Yicheng to Jinyiwei, and Zhang Ran dared not neglect at all.

Three days later, Zhang Ran quietly came to Jiang Jin's mansion in plain clothes, closed the door and talked with Jiang Jin for a long time, until midnight when he left the back door, and his figure disappeared into the night. Zhang Ran quietly arrived in Nanjing and quietly left, staying for less than a day, but as he moved south, the Thousand Houses in the southwest of the Jinyiwei had begun to operate like a sophisticated machine, and were secretly arranged without outsiders knowing it.

Not to mention how Peng Rong, who was back in Guangxi, assisted the Jinyiwei in the layout. As Ma Gongcheng's troops began to attack Shanxi, the already shaky Qing court was frightened after receiving the news. Emperor Jianxing in Xi'an had not been able to sleep peacefully for several days, and his whole body became much haggard, and even his eyes were red.

"Is there any news coming from Ortai?" Sitting on the throne, Emperor Jianxing asked anxiously. This was the third time he had asked this question in a few days.

"Emperor, Ortai holds heavy troops and has the help of Mongolian cavalry. Moreover, most of the elite troops trained by our dynasty have been arranged on the front line of Shanxi in the past two years. Although the Ming army raises troops to attack, Ortai can defend the enemy with its ability. The emperor does not need to worry too much. The state is difficult, so the emperor should take care of the dragon body more and more!" Ma Qi looked at Emperor Jianxing's face and kowtowed to comfort him.

"Yes, the emperor, my servant (member, etc.) beg the emperor to take care of the dragon body!" Everyone hurriedly knelt down one after another, and the comfort sounded.

Although Emperor Jianxing knew that these slaves and ministers were for their own good and what they said made sense, he had heard too much of these words in the past two days, and the situation changed more and more badly, and his mood could not ease at all.

A few years ago, when he was a prince, the Eight Virtue Kings became famous all over the world, and they were also the young and powerful princes. But in just a few years, especially after taking up the throne, the Qing Dynasty was getting worse and worse, and now it has reached the point where the country’s decline and the failure of the ancestors’ foundation have made Emperor Jianxing very worried. He couldn’t eat well every day, and couldn’t sleep well. He was worried at all times, for fear that something bad news would come suddenly.

Under this situation for a long time, Emperor Jianxing's temper began to get worse and worse. There is a saying in later generations that is the symptoms caused by anxiety. Therefore, Emperor Jianxing is now sure that he has anxiety disorders, and he may even suffer from severe depression, and he is exhausted and has some rampant diseases.

Now, although he is wearing a dragon robe, he still has an extraordinary temperament at first glance. But if you look closely, you can find that his face is thin, his face is pale, his eyes are deep, and even his hair is a little gray. Even his eyes reveal a kind of unconcealed fear and fear, as well as deep anger and helplessness.

Sometimes, late at night, Emperor Jianxing lies on the dragon bed in the harem and cannot close his eyes all night. Even if he can barely fall asleep, he will often be awakened by nightmare. For a long time, although he is treated by the imperial physician, Jianxing's body gradually becomes weak. How could he still look so energetic in the past?

"Can Ortai really block the Ming army? To defend the enemy outside the territory for me?" Perhaps it was to cheer himself up, or to hear more words that could stabilize himself, Emperor Jianxing couldn't help asking again.

Zhang Tingyu knelt down and sighed in his heart. He had a clear understanding of the hearts of the people. At this time, even if the situation in Ortai was not good, he must not say it explicitly. He must say something to comfort Emperor Jianxing.

As the backbone of the Qing Dynasty, Emperor Jianxing must not lose confidence. If he loses confidence, the Qing Dynasty will be over. In fact, since last year, after Yue Zhongqi attacked Sichuan, the Qing Dynasty was like a frightened bird. Sichuan was isolated from the three occupied southwest provinces, which means that the Qing Dynasty had lost the territory of the four provinces, including Sichuan.

Now, except for the Mongolian tribes other than Shanxi and the Great Wall, the only ones that the Qing Dynasty can directly control are Shaanxi, Gansu and the Western Regions. If Shanxi falls into the hands of the Ming army again, how much territory will the Qing Dynasty have? Where will it go?

"Your Ma said the most is that Ortai is a famous general in our dynasty, who is brave and good at fighting and has made outstanding achievements. In the Battle of Mobei, three divisions were cleared for me. Now, we have stationed in Shanxi and have no shortage of elite soldiers and generals. In addition, the help of various Mongolian troops, it is natural to block the Ming army's attack. Besides, the emperor should not forget that our dynasty has an agreement with the Rakshasa state. Now that the Ming army is attacking Shanxi and threatening the north, the Rakshasa people may not continue to sit idly by, and will naturally send troops to assist, so the emperor does not have to worry about this, and wait for the good news very much."

Zhang Tingyu's words made sense and sounded good, but if you really want to savor it carefully, what he said was just ambiguous. However, in this case, Zhang Tingyu's words were the best words of comfort, which was equivalent to giving Emperor Jianxing a reassurance to make him feel at ease.

"Yes, Hengchen said it right. There are no shortage of elite soldiers and generals of Ortai. As well as the help of Mongolia and Rakshasa, they will definitely be able to block the Ming army for me." After hearing Zhang Tingyu's words, Emperor Jianxing's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but show a comforting smile on his face.

However, this smile did not stay on his face for too long, because he soon thought of the advantages that the Ming army had now occupied, especially the Ming army is now attacking Shanxi, and the Ming army has been attacking Guanzhong again, as well as the situation in Sichuan and the southwestern provinces, worries once again climbed into his heart.

He thought to himself that although Ortai could fight and had no shortage of troops, as the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, he had to make some arrangements, especially the Ming army must not cut off the connection between Shaanxi and Shanxi like the attack on Sichuan. Thinking of this, Emperor Jianxing was thinking about who to lead troops to support Ortai to ensure that everything was foolproof. While thinking, he picked up the teacup placed beside him and took a sip.

As soon as his lips touched the tea, the somewhat cold tea immediately made Jianxing feel stunned at first, and then an unknown anger surged from his heart.

Now the Qing Dynasty is like a hairless phoenix, not as good as a chicken. It has fallen from the lord of the world to the present level, but after all, he is still an emperor, and the Qing Dynasty still has six provinces and vast territory outside the pass. At this time, these damn slaves dare to neglect him? They are simply lawless.

Angry, Emperor Jianxing threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, and then scolded at the little eunuch beside him, "Dog slave! What kind of tea do you make? How dare you do this?"
Chapter completed!