The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 52:

The more time Ming Ci left, Ji Zheng really felt what it means to be lonely like snow and live like a year. In the setting of the original book, Ming Ciyue is a hawk who is trapped in the capital. The chains on his feet can't be freed. He will not be in control of the military, nor will he be able to go to war for the country. You can find him every day when you open your eyes, even if you are not in Yanfu Hall, you will be within ten miles of Yanfu Hall.

But now, there is one less person, and the entire palace is empty.

Ming Ciyue is not a talkative person, nor does he often appear in front of his eyes. Most of the time, he silently bows his head, holds his hands behind him, and follows him unhurriedly. His presence is not as high as that of Li Ruhai.

When I was in the palace every day, I was used to it and would not have any special feelings. Once the person disappeared, I knew how important his existence was.

But Ji Zheng doesn't think that he is a person who is very dependent on emotions. Ming Ci goes out to fight and can't come back in a year and a half. Is he not enjoying life anymore, not doing things, not going through the plot, and working hard to retire, and he is hard at work. A lookout stone?

But this time, Ji Zheng didn't even go back to his own bedroom. He ran to the study hall every day at three o'clock and one line. Inside, he smiled disdainfully and helplessly.

Just when he was still living his life with his fingers, the first military book arrived, and it was passed all the way in the early dynasty and presented it to the main hall of Qianying Hall.

Ji Zheng looked down at the stage, panting and raising his arms, showing a thick stack of soft paper as an attendant.

"A military book from the front line in Western Xinjiang?" he asked.

The attendants repeatedly said yes.

His fingers kept pounding on the armrest, and he was worried, and asked again, "King Jing's handwriting?"

The attendant hesitated for a while, made sure of it, and nodded, "I marked Baili rush, emphasizing that it must go straight to the imperial front without going through the Ministry of War."

This time, it was not only the emperor, but the ministers below also made a disturbing commotion.

There is no other reason. Ming Ci has led the army for many years and never passed on military books. Ji Zheng understands this from reading books, and the ministers understand it better.

Win or lose, it's all a matter of two words, just send a soldier to pass the word all the way back to Beijing, he will never make excuses for defeat, let alone ask for credit for victory. In addition, when I led the troops ten years ago, I was young and energetic, and the front-line military affairs and tactics were all decided by one person. Only when I was short of money and food did I remember that I still had a direct boss who was the Ministry of War in the Central Army.

Immediately below, an official immediately suggested that since it is not a straightforward battle report, it is better to send it to Dayan first, send it to the Ministry of War to analyze the results, and then report it directly to Ming Sheng.

This person expressed it very euphemistically, and the implication was that the little emperor ignored the military and politics for a long time, for fear that he would not be able to understand or explain in public, and would be embarrassed if he did not come down to the stage.

Ji Zheng was not willing to let this opportunity go, and immediately called someone to present it.

"Why so many?" As he opened the letter, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at the attendant who sent the letter.