Shu Liang is gone.

Sun Yong came to Su Cheng again and said noisy:

"Master, the grassland troops are full of war. This is our good opportunity. Master, please let me go. The men are waiting for the credit to be brought to the blame."

Sun Yong was also a little jealous and could get a title in an instant. This is the treatment that can only be obtained under the account of the prince. If it were Guo Deng, then the only one who was granted title this time was Guo Deng. No matter who killed Agdorji, it would be Guo Deng who killed him.

Su Cheng was dealing with military affairs booklets, and letting Sun Yong say nothing, he just didn't let go.

There are so easy to fight on the grassland that it is already more than able to suppress the three guards of Duoyan.

In the next few years, I can only rest and recuperate. Follow the path I set, restore the strength of the Xuanfu. After digesting the three guards of Duoyan, the Xuanfu will have the strength to free up.

Otherwise, why did I come to Datong? What's the point of life without war?

Su Cheng put down the military documents in his hand and scolded Sun Yong angrily:

"In the next few years, Xuanfu will rest and develop steadily. It is strictly forbidden to fight with the Mongols. The Mongols will not provoke you. If you dare to provoke the Mongols, see how I deal with you."

"Spirited wine, glass cups, and tea are sold to the grassland continuously. As long as I don't kill my Ming soldiers, I won't start a war. As long as I don't overdo it, I will endure it."

Sun Yong looked confused and looked at Su Cheng, unable to speak.

I'm here to start a fight, why do I have to endure it?

Those who originally wanted to make contributions should be second best and should also be able to get the right to move troops at will. How could they be tolerated? They should not move everything, but they should not endure it.

Capital City, Wenhua Hall.

The dynasty meeting had dispersed, and Zhu Qiyu was still on the imperial throne, closing his eyes for a nap.

What the court discussed just now gave him a headache. The Marquis of Fengcheng was old one day, and most of the nobles who could be used in the court were the British Duke. Unfortunately, the current head of the British Duke's Mansion could not surrender to me.

If Sucheng was transferred to the dynasty, it would be possible to resolve this disaster. But think about the blueprint Sucheng drew for himself, opened up the Silk Road, and expanded the territory for more than 10,000 miles. The most capable emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Qiyu was reluctant to let him go, and he still asked Su Cheng to continue to expand his territory outside and support himself in the court for a few more days.

No matter how difficult it is, it is still difficult to survive the life when the Supreme Emperor surrenders to the enemy and imposes an imperial edict on the border.

At this time, Cheng Jing walked to the imperial stairs and reported:

"Your Majesty, the Right Censor Yang Shan asked for a visit."

Zhu Qiyu waved his hand:

"Present"

Yang Shan, wearing a red robe, walked into the hall and bowed to Zhu Qiyu.

Because the hall was a bit tall, Yang Shan was a little far away from Zhu Qiyu, and the voices of the two people were echoing in the empty lobby.

"Your Majesty, my minister Yang Shan has a memorial."

Zhu Qiyu didn't read the memorial presented by Cheng Jing, so he looked at Yang Shan and asked:

"You still have to go on the Oirat?"

Yang Shancang's old face was on the ancient Jing Wubo, and the ravines on his face became deeper. His voice was calm:

"The old minister has been an official for many years and has been deeply grateful to the court. He has thought deeply about his mistakes and obstacles when he was on the last envoy. He has decided to go to the Ola again and ask His Majesty to allow him."

Zhu Qiyu waved his hand, feeling helpless:

"Do you have any other requirements?"

Yang Shan lay on the ground with a strong voice:

"Your Majesty, this time I am on the Oirat, I do not need to go to the delegation, I do not need to send guards, I do not need to give you silk, satin, gold, pearls and silver jewelry. I only have a single horse, a few followers, and I will go to the Oirat."

Zhu Qiyu was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Yang Shan in shock and said, "I don't want anything, so I went to the Oirat." What's the difference between this and dying?"

"Is this?"

Yang Shan bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and his voice was loud:

"Your Majesty, I beg you, and ask your Majesty to let me go north. With the loyalty and righteousness of all, I am willing to go north alone, but I will never regret it even if I die."

Zhu Qiyu stood up from the imperial throne, walked to Yang Shan, and helped Yang Shan up:

"Mr. Yang, since you insist on going north to welcome the Supreme Emperor, I will not stop you. I will not stop you. Since you don't want it, I will not give you any more. But if you guard the servants, I will transfer some to you and must protect your safety."

Zhu Qiyu turned around and ordered Cheng Jing:

"Transfer my will and order Shuliang to mobilize elite soldiers. Forget it, don't transfer the soldiers. Mobilize elite border troops from the Beijing camp and elite soldiers who are familiar with military affairs in the northern region for Mr. Yang to dispatch."

"It is necessary to ensure Mr. Yang's safety. Regardless of whether this trip can be accomplished, it is necessary to ensure Mr. Yang's safety."

Yang Shan broke free from Zhu Qiyu's support and knelt on the ground, his voice excited:

"I thank Your Majesty for your kindness, and I will be heartbroken and welcome the return of the Supreme Emperor."

Yang Shan thanked her for leaving.

Cheng Jing stood behind Zhu Qiyu and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Lord Yang is here, if you really invite the Supreme Emperor back."

"Won't."

Zhu Qiyu interrupted Cheng Jing with a firm voice.

"I have confidence that Yang Shan will definitely not be able to do this."

Cheng Jing whispered:

"Will you notify Duke Zhongguo of this matter? The Jinyiwei will rush it to the point that he can deliver the news to Datong before Lord Yang takes the mission?"

Zhu Qiyu waved his hand to stop Cheng Jing:

"No, I'm the one who makes the decision. Yang Shan went through Xuanfu and went straight to the Oirat without letting Su Qing know about this."

"Su Qing, you're tired enough!"

Cheng Jing was a little worried when he heard this, but seeing the persistence on Zhu Qiyu's face, he had to agree.

...

West of the city, Ningchengfang.

In front of Yang Shan’s mansion, the carriage slowly stopped.

The servant hurried forward and helped Yang Shan off the car.

Yang Shan was wearing a red robe and coughed for a while. With the help of the servant, he slowly walked into the yard.

The housekeeper came up and reported:

"Master, the guests from the North are here again, waiting for you in the study."

Yang Shan looked at the butler, his voice hoarse:

"Does someone else see it?"

The butler glanced around and saw that the servants had left and were sure that they could not hear the sound, so he said:

"No one saw this. The customer was taking the way to deliver pork to the mansion. I went to pick him up, but no one knew."

After hearing this, Yang Shan waved his hand to dismiss the servant and headed towards the study with the help of the butler.

When she arrived at the study, Yang Shan saw the man standing in front of the bookshelf and asked:

"Your Excellency, you know that it is very dangerous for you to come and go to my residence so frequently."

The visitor turned around and it was the child of Olaping Zhangmao, and his face was full of sarcasm:

"Why, Lord Yang Shan, who dares to directly advise the emperor, is afraid?"

The kid, who sat down on the chair, said sarcasticly:

"Don't worry, Lord Yang Shan, although I, Ola, have been defeated many times, have not even had a safe way. I just came to ask Lord Yang, can I make a reservation for this mission?"

Yang Shan sat down and coughed:

"It's decided, Your Majesty is kind now, and I promised my official to go north and welcome the Supreme Emperor."

As he said this, a trace of guilt flashed in Yang Shan's eyes. If it were emperors, His Majesty is not a little stronger than the Supreme Emperor. Unfortunately, I, Yang Shan, have no right to choose.

A hint of pride flashed in the child's eyes, but he said immediately:

"My Grand Tutor can promise Lord Yang to welcome the Supreme Emperor, but regarding the number of tribute envoys, this is the bottom line of my Grand Tutor."

Yang Shan said lightly:

"I have reported this to Your Majesty. Your Majesty promises me to make arbitrary power. If the number is appropriate, I will make a decision."

"At the latest three days, I will go on a mission to Ola to welcome the Supreme Emperor."

As he said that, Yang Shan glanced at the sinister-looking boy:
Chapter completed!