Chongzhen was really too tired. The internal and external situation and war over the past two months made him frightened and frightened every day. For a young man who was less than 20 years old and had never even experienced gang fights, the pressure was too great. And all the ministers of the regent were still frightened, and they almost didn't help him at all.

Fortunately, the elderly Master Sun stood up and the young Zhao Xing stood up. The old and young teamed up to fight against Yongdingmen, and finally turned the tide in the crisis, allowing the war to enter a relatively stalemate stage. Beijing City has no danger for the time being, at least for the time being.

He finally lay on the desk and was sleepy. He was also shocked everywhere in his dreams, which made him dreams come with nightmares.

But at this moment, he heard Wang Chengen's anxious voice at the door of the hall far away: "No, nothing will be done. I beg you, the master, just let the emperor sleep for a while, even if it sleeps for another quarter or two."

Then Master Sun's voice: "Get out of here, let me go in."

Master Sun scolded Wang Chengen, the powerful inner minister, who didn't even dare to fart, but he still begged: "Master Sun, I've knelt down for you. Please, Master Sun, the emperor is still a child. It's not easy for him to bear such a big deal in the past two months. Please let him sleep for a while, for a while."

Sun Chengzong had no voice.

Hearing his grandparent begging him, Chongzhen quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and corrected his body: "Wang Daban, please come in."

Wang Chengen hesitated for a moment, and finally sighed: "Master Sun, the emperor is here to go in." Then he moved away.

Sun Chengzong smiled apologetically at Wang Chengen, patted him on the shoulder: "Loyal servant." Then he strode into the hall and pushed open the door of the Dongguan Pavilion.

The exhausted Chongzhen saw Sun Chengzong and deliberately pretended to be a plain smile and said, "Master Sun, don't worry, I can hold on. Let's talk about it, what bad news is there?"

Master Sun bowed to Chongzhen. He was the one who Xu Mianjun did not kneel down, and the old man was not pretentious. After standing up straight, he took out a memorial: "What I brought this time is not bad news, but good news."

After saying this, Chongzhen became worried: "Master, don't lie to me. How can there be good news at this time? Tell me, I can hold on."

Sun Chengzong smiled, looked at the stubborn little guy and handed the memorial in his hand: "Your Majesty, it's really good news. Last night, I received Zhao Xing's to the Ministry of War. Please transfer the memorial to the emperor."

"Zhao Xing?" As soon as Zhao Xing was mentioned, Chongzhen immediately became energetic, got off the kang, and took the memorial handed over by Master Sun: "Zhao Xing was wandering outside and restraining Jiannu, what good news does he have?"

The report was written by Zhao Xing and closed by Hong Chengchou.

Zhao Xing's report was not as long-lasting as the contemporary literati. After asking for An, he started the main text directly.

Chongzhen also liked the vernacular writings of later generations very much, so every time Zhao Xing reported it, Chongzhen would read it himself. If he had something to see, he would be happy to read the story.

Zhao Xing's report begins with: "My minister Zhao Xing and Hong Chengchou, the day before yesterday, the civil servants were supervised 10,000 soldiers, and the civil servants were brave and brave. They counterattacked Zunhua and broke the city in half a day."

Just like this, Chongzhen's chin was shocked, and his eyes turned red, he looked up suddenly, and shouted to the outside: "Wang Daban, I'm hungry, I'm going to have a meal.

Wang Chengen thought he had the wrong ears at the time, but he jumped up and rushed directly to the imperial kitchen.

Chongzhen held Zhao Xing's memorial and said to Master Sun with red eyes: "Since October, Jiannu and Mongolia invaded, there were lost cities and land outside, and they were defeated in battle. The artillery fire outside the capital was everywhere, and I and the people were worried every day. But now, Zhao Xing and Hong Chengchou recovered Zunhua and finally recovered a city. This is a good start."

Although we had known the content for a long time, Sun Chengzong still echoed excitedly and cheered Chongzhen up: "Long live, this is not just a matter of regaining a city. This is the counterattack of our Ming Dynasty in the face of a hundred thousand powerful enemies. Not only did it withstand the rampage of the enemy outside, we also started a counterattack. We can already meet, and our victory is not far away."

Chongzhen really didn't expect this. When Master Sun reminded me, he clapped his hands: "Yes, Master Sun is right. This is our counterattack. Our counterattack has begun. Our victory is not far away. Wang Daban, give me meat, I want to eat meat."

The heavy burden made Chongzhen, who had no experience in governing the country, almost despaired. However, the news of Zhao Xing's recovery of Zunhua made Chongzhen feel that the sky was about to collapse brighter again, allowing him to see hope.

Wang Chengen, who had just run back, cheered and ran to the imperial kitchen again.

Then I read Zhao Xing's memorial: "In this battle, 800 Jin Jin was wiped out, and there were no less than 2,000 Mongolians. But I miserably reported that they were burned out by me in a big fire, and no one was killed. So, is this military merit matter? Your Majesty, please do it."

Just this sentence made Chongzhen laugh happily at that time, and pointed to Zhao Xing's memorial to Master Sun: "Master, look, Qiu Ba is Qiu Ba, a scoundrel, really a scoundrel, just like I was going to bury his military merits. A head of five taels of silver is only more than ten thousand taels of silver, and I can still take it out."

Sun Chengzong had read this memorial for a long time, and at that time he was also smiling and said, "He is really not good at character and knowledge, but it's a pity that he has made a wonderful handwriting inexplicably."

Chongzhen continued: "Zhao Xing and Hong Chengchou recovered Zunhua. Not to mention how many enemies he destroyed, just this move is a great achievement. I recognize it, I recognize it and I have won it."

For the first time, Sun Chengzong applauded Chongzhen, who had no small poke, and said, "Your Majesty, you are wise."

Chongzhen continued to read: "I would like to praise my ministers and Hong Chengchou all over the world, the time to recover Zunhua was shortened, and the number of beheading enemies was doubled."

At that time, Chongzhen frowned: "I'm greedy, I'm so greedy."

As a result, Master Sun, who was a rigid and principled master, said: "Don't be greedy, you will double the number. This is the good intention of Zhao Xing. According to my opinion, not only will the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture personally preside over the promotion of praise, but also immediately send a report to the residence, sending 600 Feilu Hongqi to announce to the world that the number of beheadings is the old minister, and the number of beheadings is not enough."

Chongzhen nodded, and Sun Chengzong decided: "Double again and win 10,000 enemy chiefs."

Chongzhen warned: "It's over."

Sun Chengzong waved his hand: "But not only did this bring good news to the counterattack, but the most important thing is to tell the military and civilians all over the world that what Jurchens are not satisfied with and are invincible? No, lies. The Eight Banners of the Jurchens are also human beings. As long as we firmly fight to the death, we will not be able to win or kill."

After being mentioned like this, Chongzhen suddenly realized: "Yes, Master Sun has a long-term plan, so we will report to annihilate 10,000 enemies and break the myth of the invincible Eight Banners of the Jurchens. Wang Daban, I want to drink."

Wang Chengen, who had just run back from panting, was hesitant at the time. Chongzhen was self-disciplined and strict, so he didn't drink at all.

Sun Chengzong stood up with his eyes: "You old eunuch, don't you go there easily. I also want to have a meal, so I will give you a drink."

Wang Chengen was never called an old eunuch. He heard that he was so considerate, and without saying a word, he ran out again.

The imperial banquet was carried in, and there was a full table. Wang Chengen poured wine for Chongzhen and Master Sun. He was about to stand aside to serve him, but Chongzhen called him: "Big companion, you can have a drink too."

Wang Chengen was so surprised that he didn't know what to do. Chongzhen said: "Let us monarch and ministers join us to wish Zhao Aiqing a success and win the championship."

Wang Chengen immediately poured himself a cup, then knelt down on the ground, choked up at the north side and thanked: "Thank you, Lord Zhao, for your victory, to make you happy. I'll drink it here first. When you come back, I'll drink it to death."
Chapter completed!