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Volume Three, Chapter Eight, Going to the Frontier

At around the morning of the morning, the sun was rising, and the light was shining. The northwest of the capital city and outside the Xizhimen, the flags were waving and the air was very lively.

The top scholar Yang Cong was in charge of the Xuanfu according to the imperial edict. Today is the day to set off.

At this time, outside Xizhimen, there were already people watching the fun, and there were many important officials of the court who came to see him off.

Yan Song, Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, Cabinet Grand Secretary;

Tu Qiao, the left censor of the Censorate,;

Zhang Yue, the left deputy censor of the Censorate;

Mao Bowen, Minister of War;

Nie Bao, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of War;

Mu Konghui, a bachelor of attending the Hanlin Academy;

Lu Song, the commander of the Jinyiwei, and Lu Bing, etc., were all standing at the city gate with serious expressions, as if they were here to bid farewell to Yang Cong.

Among these people, some want to see off, some don’t want to see off, some really can’t bear to leave, some want to let Yang Cong die, but everyone’s expressions are similar, they all look reluctant to part with each other, and no one knows what they are thinking.

Yang Cong was really surprised at first, be so hungry, and almost half of the important officials of the court came. Jiajing is too exaggerated.

However, he was only surprised, and then he walked over with a smile and began to say goodbye to the officials who saw him off one by one.

The first one is Yan Song, the Minister of Personnel of the Cabinet. This guy doesn’t look like a corrupt official. Instead, he has a fairy-like scent, gray beard and thin face. If he doesn’t know his background, he will really think he is a great wise minister.

This was the first time Yang Cong had dealt with Yan Song, a treacherous minister. He didn't know what this guy was so tough. His eyes turned and he simply stepped forward and bowed: "Master, please send me off to me personally. I'm really ashamed."

This cabinet minister really has the function of a prime minister, but it is a bit too much to call him a prime minister. Even the cabinet prime minister cannot be called a prime minister. At most, it is enough to call him a certain prime minister. Yang Cong was deliberately testing Yan Song.

Yan Song was about to roll his eyes at this moment, but the emperor didn't know what he thought, so he asked him to send him a small patrol.

This kid is the same. He is afraid he doesn't know how many eyes the King of Hell has, so he dares to ask himself to go to Xuanfu to deal with the Tartars. Are the Tartars so easy to get along with?

Boy, you are still in the mood to play tricks on me at this time, and it will be clear how you will die.

However, he had already reached the state of not showing his emotions. Yang Cong was so careless that he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he hadn't heard Yang Cong call him Prime Minister.

He bowed directly, and then said seriously with a serious face: "The top scholar's loyalty and service to the country is really admirable. It is very dangerous to go to Xuanfu this time. Take care of the top scholar."

Damn, this tone is like sending someone to a death sentence.

Forget it, this guy is very toxic, so don’t make things boring.

Yang Cong smiled slightly, bowed again, and then said goodbye to the person behind him.

The latter had nothing to say. He had talked to people in advance, and then he said a few words of scenes. He bowed his hands and greeted him, and then he turned his back on the reins in his hand and turned his horse to the front line.

At this time, the elite troops of the One Thousand Shenji Camp were already lined up in an orderly formation and waiting in front. The One Hundred Jinyiwei was also guarding more than ten carriages under the leadership of Shen Lian, waiting for him to order to set off.

Originally, you could not bring your family members when you went to the battlefield, but civil servants were exceptions, because officials usually stayed at the city to command, and there was nothing to do if you didn’t have to go to the battlefield to fight, and it was nothing to bring your family members when you were there.

At this moment, the army was about to set off, and it was a bit unreasonable to whine with the family. Yang Cong simply hit the horse and came to the Shenji Camp formation, then raised his hand and said aloud: "Go away."

After a wave of order flags, the entire team finally began to move slowly and slowly headed towards the northwest.

The soldiers of the Shenji Camp did not ride horses, so the entire team was not moving very fast. Yang Cong looked roughly at the team behind, and then said aloud to the general wearing bright silver armor: "General Zhu, why don't we go faster? The journey is more than 300 miles. If you have to go so slowly, it will probably take seven or eight days to reach Xuanhua Prefecture."

Zhu Xizhong, who had a tender face, nodded, asked the general next to him, and then raised his hand and said aloud: "Run, move forward."

This running is not very fast. It is good to be able to run a hundred miles a day, but it is always faster than walking slowly. Yang Cong is actually not very anxious. He just tested Zhu Xizhong's temperament.

Now it seems that Zhu Xizhong is indeed a naughty man, and he is not as arrogant as a family of aristocratic families. It is very simple to fool him. The general around him seems to be very mature, and he doesn’t know what his origin is.

Yang Cong thought for a while, then he simply rode his horse and asked, "General Zhu, don't you know who this general is?"

Zhu Xizhong quickly introduced: "This is the descendant of General Mingwei, Qi Xiang, the general of the Jing camp, and the commander of the Shenji camp, Qi Jingtong General Qi."

General Mingwei?

This should have been granted when the country was founded. Generals who were not worthy of being granted Dukes and Earls would usually be granted a general or something. It seems that this guy should have a close relationship with Duke Cheng's Mansion.

The surname Qi is rare.

Yang Cong subconsciously bowed and said, "It turns out it is General Qi. How dare you ask the son's name?"

This is simply inexplicable.

Qi Jingtong was stunned for a moment, then bowed and said, "I will have two sons, the eldest son Jiguang and the second son Jimei."

When Yang Cong heard this, he fell down immediately after the wrong point.

Damn, this person is actually the father of the famous general Qi Jiguang!

He subconsciously asked casually, but he didn't expect that Qi Jingtong was really related to Qi Jiguang.

Qi Jiguang, that was the most famous general in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. Since he met him, he naturally could not miss it.

He couldn't help but say excitedly: "The so-called tiger father has no dog son. I think General Qi must be a talented general after coming to the post. I don't know where the son is now. If General Qi doesn't dislike it, it's better to transfer him to his account to listen to it. After all, this Xuanfu is the place where the Tartars are jealous and there are many opportunities to make achievements."

What is this top scholar?

Qi Jingtong looked at Zhu Xizhong with a confused look on his face, and then he said awkwardly: "Thank you, Lord Yang, but the dog is still young and cannot lead troops to fight."

You are afraid that you are in your forties or fifty years old. Qi Jiguang is almost twenty years old. Why are you young or not? Let’s take it over first?

Yang Cong said unyieldingly: "It doesn't matter if you are young. As the saying goes, heroes will be young. As long as you exercise, you will definitely become great."

What do you want to do?

Qi Jingtong was stunned for a while before bowing and said weakly: "This, Lord Yang is right, but Ji Guang is only ten years old this year, Ji Mei is only eight years old this year. They really can't lead troops to fight. I will thank you here for your kindness for them."

When Yang Cong heard this, his face turned red with shame.

I'm so dying. Is it popular for military generals to get married late and have children late these days? Yu Dayou is nearly thirty years old and has not married yet. Qi Jingtong is in his forties or fifties. His eldest son is only ten years old, which makes people feel so embarrassed!
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