The emperor's sick look was murmured to himself, looking at it, it looked like a statue of a entrusting one's own son. How could the chief assistant not be moved by his soldiers?

It is like the memories of the emperor before his death and the summary of his life, full of vicissitudes and more sighs.

Could it be that he is terminally ill and is like returning to the light?

Fang Congzhe was very nervous and deliberately asked someone to summon the Eastern Palace, the Duke of England and others to come, but how could he take the time? Fortunately, the Central Palace is here, if His Majesty, he can take charge of this matter.

Huang Jiashan said that Emperor Jingsi said.

Forty-seven years, the emperor is a saint, a wise, or a foolish monarch?

Perhaps because of the different trajectories of official career, Fang Congzhe and Huang Jiashan also had different views on the emperor.

"Your Majesty naturally can be considered to be inaction and ruler, and he is also the king of sages. This is the heartfelt words of the minister!" Huang Jiashan, who had been in the border for a long time after he became an official, bowed his head and bowed to him.

After not dying for thirty years, the empire continued to operate as usual, and there were three consecutive major battles. What if the emperor was not a saint!

"Your Majesty is a benevolent monarch!"

After the Jinshi, he served as a Hanlin. Fang Congzhe, who was first in the Imperial College and then in the Ministry of Rites, did not think that the emperor was a saint, nor did he think that the emperor could compare with the Emperor Wen of Han who had not attended court for thirty years.

It is true that the emperor has never let the power fall, nor has he killed ministers indiscriminately, nor has he been blocked by the censors. The three martial arts of the three campaigns are even more impressive, and the world is prosperous. There is no party ban, no speech ban, no reward ban, no ban, no taboo, and no ban, no taboo, and no one can even curse the emperor, but this can only show that the emperor is kind, but cannot be regarded as a saint.

What is the Holy Lord?

He does everything in person, attend court every day, and asks about major and minor matters. He must approve the memorials of ministers, and make up for the absence of officials. He always opens the rules and regulations, and always deals with the platform. He takes charge of all military and national plans. He is the saint!

Today's emperor, Fang Congzhe can only determine the word "benevolence", and even privately thought that the emperor was even more greedy. The mining supervision tax allowed him to release him for more than 20 years, resulting in unclear internal and external disputes, and uneasy local areas. How can such a emperor who plundered the local area and competed for profit with the people to be the king of sages? Moreover, he favored his young son in the matter of establishing a legitimate position, which almost caused the national capital to be subverted, and he should not be able to obtain the word "benevolence".

"I understand,"

The premier's comment made Wanli a little disappointed. He put down his hand a little weakly and asked Fang Congzhe what he wanted to do.

"Your Majesty, the Liaodong General Yang Hao reported the great victory in Liaodong!" Fang Congzhe glanced at Huang Jiashan.

"oh?!"

Wanli became a little excited, and the disappointment just now disappeared. He was excited. He raised his hand and pointed at Fang Congzhe and said anxiously: "Hurry, listen to me." Because he was seriously ill, the emperor's eyes were no longer as good as before, and he could not read the memorial alone.

At present, Fang Congzhe roughly told Wanli about the news about the Liaodong governor Yang Hao, and he naturally missed the matter about Wei.

Huang Jiashan did not make a sound on the side, it seemed that he was the default.

"Jiannu was surrounded, okay, okay, I knew that Liu Ju would not disappoint me, Li Rubai was also very good, Yang Hao finally knew how to remedy it." Wanli nodded repeatedly.

Fang Congzhe and Huang Jiashan all heard a "knock" in their hearts. Didn't the Liaodong area say that Li Rubai was beheaded by the emperor's envoy for having an affair with Jiannu, and his troops were led by the military supervisor Ma Xiangde?

Why does Your Majesty seem to not know about this?

The two of them were suspicious, but neither of them asked the emperor for confirmation, because the most important thing at this time was to conceal the affairs of the subordinates of the army. If they wanted to prove Li Rubai's death, they would shoot themselves in the foot if they were in trouble.

"I was worried that the other two groups would be defeated, and Yang Hao would not be able to deal with the situation. Now it seems that I am too worried. Yes, Jianzhou only has tens of thousands of soldiers and horses. Even if he is strong, how can he win the battles and swallow my 100,000 troops in one bite."

The more Wanli said that, he became happier, and his face became pale and blushed. The incident in Liaodong in the past few months has made his condition worse.

As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when they are happy, and Wanli's spirit has improved a lot.

But he suddenly thought of something and asked Fang Congzhe with a stern face: "What are the personal army leading to the Liaodong eunuch's office in this battle?"

"this"

Fang Congzhe was a little surprised, and the emperor took the initiative to ask if he had agreed or not.

Huang Jiashan, who was on the other hand, was embarrassed, so he spoke first: "Your Majesty, what contributions did the personal army have made in this battle? Yang Hao did not explain in detail the good news. However, according to my opinion, I think the personal army has no obvious points in this battle, otherwise the Liaodong side would not not report it."

"oh,"

Wanli showed a disappointed expression on his face. Although he hated the bastard, he still valued the boy very much in his heart. He even asked the imperial concubine to hand him out. If the boy could fight Jiannu, he would give him Shouning's wife and the other one.

Now it seems that the boy has other skills, and his ability to lead the war is still a little worse than that of Liu Jing, Li Rubai and the others.

After all, the Japanese were not considered a national war, and maybe there was an exaggeration.

It seems that it is better to beat it, so as not to rely on my tiger skin and foxes to pretend to be powerful all day long. Until the Chinese New Year, Neijiaziku has not received a penny from him.

If I don’t have money, how can I treat my illness?

I am sick and he doesn’t give money. What’s loyalty and filial piety?

"The queen is here too?"

At this time, Wanli noticed Queen Wang who appeared not far from the screen. He was a little surprised. Because except for the New Year, Queen Wang never came to his place, and he never went to her place. But he didn't know why she was here today.

"His Majesty!"

Seeing her husband's illness, Queen Wang felt sad. Since her husband favored Concubine Zheng, she was strangers to her and could be said to have never had any contact with each other. The husband's voice just now was obviously surprised, which shows that her husband really didn't have her as the queen in his heart. This made her even more sad.

Fang Congzhe said: "Your Majesty is seriously ill, and the Queen comes to take care of Your Majesty."

While speaking, Queen Wang had already stepped lightly to Wanli's bed. Seeing that the queen's expression was still wet with tears, Wanli was a little dazed and hesitated, but finally asked Queen Wang: "You are here, where is Concubine Zheng?"

"The sister of Zheng has been serving Your Majesty for more than half a year. Does Your Majesty want to tired your Majesty? Besides, as the central palace, how can you not be by your side when Your Majesty is seriously ill? Does Your Majesty want the subjects to say that your Majesty is not right?" Queen Wang said calmly, putting her husband's exposed hands into the quilt.

"Queen, very good."

Wanli nodded slightly, with a smile on his face, but a hint of bitterness. The imperial doctor brought the medicine soup that had been hot. After taking a few sips, Wanli felt a little painful again.
Chapter completed!