sjar Chapter 1213 This blame still falls on my head?
Chapter 1213 This blame still falls on my head?
Yang Shaofeng felt extremely wronged.
Really.
Liu Dingbei tricked eight hundred Mongols into following him out of the pass. Did I teach him this?
Furthermore, in the entire Ming Dynasty, am I the only one who covets the title of Marquis of Champion?
Yang Shaofeng grew angrier the more he thought about it. He picked up the small dragon tea and drank it all in one gulp. He then snorted coldly and said, "There's a whole bunch of messy and troublesome things sitting here, and they all keep coming to make things worse. This corrupt official is really impossible to be!"
Black Sesame Dumpling rolled her eyes and snorted, "Let's put aside whether there's a law or not. The key is how to deal with Liu Dingbei's matter. His actions involve more than just Zunhua County."
Yang Shaofeng's headache worsened after hearing the black sesame glutinous rice ball's comment.
When Liu Dingbei led his men out of the pass to raid the enemy's stronghold and drive away their horses, the first person to react was undoubtedly Liu Dingbei's father, who is now Emperor Zhaozong of Yuan, Borjigin Ayushiridara.
The biological son of the last emperor of the Yuan Dynasty, instead of thinking about restoring the glory of the Yuan Dynasty and capturing the emperor in the south, he led his men to the grasslands to seal the wolf's lair?
This humiliation...
I don't know if Ayushiridara can accept it.
There is also Wang Baobao, also known as Kökö Temür, who was praised by Lao Deng as an extraordinary man and one of the four great chariot gods in history.
When Xu Da chased him to the Yellow River, he crossed it twice using only a single piece of driftwood, first to save his wife and children, then his mother. After returning to the grasslands, he raised an army and fought the Ming Dynasty to the death. So much so that the historians of the Ming Dynasty kept asking Xu Da, "What did the dragon that helped Wang Baobao cross the river look like? Was it white or black?"
This ruthless man, facing the only crown prince of the Yuan Dynasty, the next Great Khan, led his troops to the grasslands to seal the wolf's lair...
Yang Shaofeng couldn't even imagine what kind of dragon Wang Baobao would summon this time.
Besides Hu Yuan's side, the Ming Dynasty was also put in a very passive position.
First of all, after Li Mingchen's rampage at Buyur Lake, Liu Dingbei is now the only remaining son of Ayushiridara, truly a single seedling among thousands of acres of land.
Old Deng was still hoping to get Liu Dingbei back to Ayushiridara's side, so that after he inherited the throne of the Yuan Dynasty and the Khanate of the Mongols, they could properly study the matter of replacing local chieftains with centrally appointed officials.
Now that Liu Dingbei has done this, the idea of replacing local chieftains with centrally appointed officials is out of the question. Instead, the most pressing issue is whether Liu Dingbei should send troops to rescue Wang Baobao's army.
Secondly, the Grand General's Office had originally planned to launch an expedition to the grasslands, but with Liu Dingbei's interference, the original military deployments were basically no longer usable and had to be readjusted based on the movements of Liu Dingbei and Wang Baobao's armies.
In the end, this guy was hard to reward if he succeeded, and hard to punish if he failed.
Yang Shaofeng rubbed his forehead and said, "Let Prime Minister Li worry about Liu Dingbei's matter. I don't have any good ideas anyway."
Black Sesame Dumpling rolled her eyes again. "Prime Minister Li?"
"Which of Li Xiang's current headaches isn't more troublesome than Liu Dingbei's matter?"
"Putting aside everything else, just the reorganization of various government departments in the court is enough to make Prime Minister Li lose clumps of hair."
"And the Fujian Provincial Governor, the Liaodong Provincial Governor, and the people of Yizhou, one thing after another, Li Xiangke didn't push any of these matters onto you, brother-in-law."
Yang Shaofeng rubbed his forehead again and tentatively asked, "What about the Duke of Wei?"
Black Sesame Dumpling's eyes widened, and she asked, "Who? The Duke of Wei?"
"The Duke of Wei now needs to adjust the military forces in the entire southern desert region, as well as the military forces in the Western Regions, Dali, and Bago."
“The local garrisons also need to be adjusted.”
"The most critical issue is the reorganization of the navy."
With a troubled expression, Hei Sesame Tang Yuan said, "How dare I provoke the Duke of Wei now? If you think the Duke of Wei isn't busy enough, then you go find him. I'm not going."
After hearing about the black sesame glutinous rice balls, Yang Shaofeng was immediately at a loss.
Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen were extremely busy, as were Xu Da and Chang Heitan.
Unfortunately, not just anyone can handle Liu Dingbei's matter.
If Old Deng were in Beijing, things would be a bit better; at least he'd have someone to shift the blame to.
With Lao Deng not in the capital right now, this burden can only be borne by Heizhima Tangyuan—but Chang is pregnant, and her mother-in-law has specially summoned her to the palace, saying that she should help Heizhima Tangyuan with some of the government affairs.
So, in the end, the blame still fell on my shoulders?
Thinking of this, Yang Shaofeng's face immediately became even more unpleasant.
"This is a huge problem."
"If I'm not mistaken, when Liu Dingbei gets to the grasslands, he'll definitely rob everything he can, burn everything he can't take with him, and maybe even dump corpses and poison the water sources to force the herders on the grasslands to surrender to the Central Plains."
"The key is that even if we send people to chase after him now, we may not be able to find him, just like how the Han army couldn't find the Xiongnu people when they reached the grasslands in the past."
……
Just as Yang Shaofeng was worrying so much about Liu Dingbei that he was losing his hair, Liu Dingbei was laughing wildly on the grassland.
"Is this the thirteenth?"
"If there are two more tribes in this area, then we can consider it clean."
"Brother Geng's side can have at least a thousand more people."
“There are five or six hundred strong laborers here.”
"When we get back, I'll have to make him treat me to a drink!"
As Liu Dingbei muttered to himself, he turned to look at the two centurions following behind him.
No, in the Ming Dynasty, they weren't called "Chief of a Thousand" (千夫长), but "Chief of a Thousand" (千户).
“Look at you, you’ve only been on the grasslands with me for a short time, and you’ve already risen to the rank of commander of a thousand households.”
"Once we clear out this vast grassland, you might all be promoted to the rank of ten thousand households."
Liu Dingbei drew a large circle with his horsewhip and made pancakes for his two commanders.
The herdsman, whose original name was Bater, changed his name to Li Ying after being driven to Guannei by Li Mingchen a few years ago, and who has now been promoted to temporary Left Thousand Household Commander, grinned.
“In the past, we were always the ones being plundered by those Tartars from the northern desert.”
"Now it's finally our turn to plunder the northern desert."
"This is all thanks to the Marquis!"
The Right Commander, whose original name was Batu and who changed his name to Zhangtu after being driven into the interior of China, also laughed.
“We junior officers are promoted to commanders of a thousand households, and the Marquis is now the commander.”
“Now that we have been promoted to commanders of ten thousand households, Your Excellency should be entering the Grand Commandery.”
Liu Dingbei laughed twice and said, "Whether it's the Grand Commander's Mansion or not doesn't matter. The key is whether I can change this title to Marquis of Champion—do you know what Marquis of Champion is?"
"Only those who are the bravest in the army can be marquises!"
"The Prince Consort has been longing for this title for so many years, and now it will finally fall into my hands!"