Many things cannot be done by just a warrior. Chen Wenjing, Minister of Rites, happened to make up for the shortcomings of the "common man" circle.

With him standing up, many things became much more relaxed and comfortable. One by one, the yamen finally began to operate normally. The servants began to look for manpower from door to door, and the treasury was opened one after another, distributing food, weapons, and number clothes.

Chen Wenjing personally took the prefect of Northern Zhili to the city tower and inspected one by one. The snow was too heavy. The snow in his official boots melted and his feet were soaked. However, there were many more people on many city towers in the capital. These people were organized and patrolled the city walls day and night, holding flags, and they looked a little bit.

Tens of thousands of people were organized like this, men went up to the city tower, women cooked for food, and even children were mixed up, responsible for beating drums and passing on some simple commands.

Chen Wenjing was quite pleased with this, but he still had a little doubt about King Zhao and Hao Fenglou. He didn't know what these two guys were trying on, and he only felt like he was a life-threatening person in his heart.

However, many other scholars and ministers saw Chen Wenjing like this, and there were inevitably rumors. It was reported that the Minister of War in Beijing had gathered with everyone and came up with a plan to defend the city. They were supposed to carry out implementation by various yamen. Who knew that Chen Wenjing and King Zhao and Hao Fenglou were hanging together, but they took the initiative. Now many people couldn't help but be indignant. Even a disciple of Chen Wenjing went directly to question Chen Wenjing who returned to the mansion, and angrily shouted: "En Mansion is shameless, but the students still want it. Are you not afraid of being teased by others in a collusion with King Zhao and Hao Fenglou? If the En Mansion is willing to stop the horse, the students will respect you. Otherwise, they will have to cut off their robe and break the righteousness."

This is extremely rare for students to speak to their mentors in the Ming Dynasty, which has serious ethics and ecology, but sometimes it is different. For example, now... it can be said to be a killing of relatives for justice.

Chen Wenjing had just returned to the mansion and sat in the flower hall. She took off her official boots and immediately slanted her boots. The ice water inside was poured out. Some people in the mansion quickly brought hot water. Chen Wenjing's feet were frozen and she was impatient to put them in. Only then did she feel more comfortable.

He looked at his disciple and suddenly smiled and said, "Ziyi, what do outsiders say? I am just doing my duty. At this point, Beijing is in danger. It is useless to argue about these things. I am still talking about them all over the place. I think I have never heard of what you said just now. Don't be willful."

When the student heard this, he became furious and said, "What does it mean to be futile? The Han and the thieves are incompatible. Mr. Chen, let's see you again."

After saying that, the man left. In the end, he did not call Chen Wenjing the En Mansion, but instead called Chen Gong. He seemed to be more respectful, but in fact, the relationship between teachers and students was completely broken.

Chen Wenjing could only smile bitterly and soak her feet in warm water without any image, feeling the warmth, but her heart was filled with coldness.

This matter soon spread and suddenly became a good story. It was said that this brother killed his relatives for justice and did not seek refuge in the power, which was a model.

Some ministers were not worried about the Oirat and Tatars outside, so some people in the Ministry of War gathered together to negotiate various strategies for retreating the enemy, from the thirty-six strategies to the Wumu military strategy, all the ambushed on all sides, and they were all lingering every day. Then the Beijing Ministry of War put out a note every few days, so that the officers and soldiers in the city were so good. Fortunately, these Qiu Ba were not stupid. For example, early in the morning, the Ministry of War actually sent documents and asked the Tianjin Wei to open the city gate. He thought that the suspect soldiers were mostly trying to play an empty city plan, which scared the Tianjin Wei to point out.

The face changed. You wool, everyone regards himself as Zhuge Liang, but you are Zhuge Liang, and they may not be Sima Yi. Any empty city plan is all imaginary. When you open the city gate, you run to the city tower to play the piano alone. You think they are fools. Even if you think you have ambushed the troops in the city, you only need to send hundreds of scouts into the city first, and you can clearly understand the reality of the city. Do you still dare to run to the city tower to play the piano? A few scouts can hang your head on the city gate.

From this we can see that although the literary and military are different, most of the literati are smart, they are not aware of reality. They are actually nonsense in ambushing and empty city schemes. Although Qiu Ba always has times when they are not very smart, they also know that they must not hook up with these people and follow them to make trouble. On the contrary, Lord Hao and His Highness Zhao, although they are ridiculous, are more reliable after all.

Now Beijing has a little momentum. With everyone's efforts every day and night, flags are already waving on the city towers and walls, and there are shadows, as if there are tens of thousands of elite soldiers. Looking at it, those who are interested also understand that when these people are attacked by the Oirat and the Tatars, most of them will immediately reveal their true colors. However, the momentum is created, and finally the people in the city feel a little more at ease.

King Zhao personally stationed in the camp of Tianjin Wei in order to be centrally dispatched. The soldiers of Tianjin Wei were barely able to fight. The King Zhao would suppress these reserve troops from which city gate was attacked by the Oirat and the Tatars. He would take people to put out the fire.

Hao Fenglou personally took the Shenjiwei to station at Chaoyang Gate. Chaoyang Gate looks much colder than other city gates. There are not many flags, and there are not many figures appearing on the city gate.

At present, all the preparations he could do in Beijing were done. Although in Hao Fenglou's opinion, some people made stumbling and some made stumbling, there was no mistake in general. The only thing he could do now was to wait for the Tatars and the Oirats to follow.

Standing on this city tower, I saw countless camps rising from the snowy fields outside the city, and the sky was already dim. Widths of smoke rose outside the city, and under the wind and snowy sky, there were bonfires, like stars.

Hao Fenglou sighed, He Jian beside him looked at Hao Fenglou and said, "Sir..."

Hao Fenglou said with a tight grip on his hands: "You want to ask me why I sigh?"

"You want to ask me, are you timid and scared when you look at the Oirat and Tatars outside, you are ten times or hundreds of times that of ours?"

He Jian smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, he is a little afraid of being humble."

Hao Fenglou turned around to look at He Jian: "Yes, people have a sense of awe, people are afraid of death, husbands are like this, and cowards are like this. Except for fools, no one in this world will not be afraid, but cowards are afraid of death, so they are timid and humble. A real man is obviously afraid of death, but for others and for his own dignity, he would rather have the determination to die, bleed and fight to the death. I will try my best to be a real man, and I hope you can do this."

He Jian nodded silently.

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The movements in Beijing were already clearly heard by the Beiyuan army outside the city. Now the arrow is on the string and has to be fired. Mahamu personally took his grandson and appeared under the city of Beijing with a team of scouts. The flying snow in the sky could not cover the sharp eyes of the wolf. He teased the circle around Beijing, and Mahamu returned to the camp.

The bonfire was rising, and lambs were roasted in the big tent. The fragrance of lamb was filled with the entire tent. In this tent, in addition to Mahamu's grandparents and grandsons, there were also several Oirat generals. Mahamu cut a piece of mutton with a silver knife and put it in his mouth. He smiled, but looked at Yesen and said, "Yesen, tell me, what did you see?"

Yesen said: "What my grandson saw was that the defense of Beijing was orderly and the people in the city did not seem to be panic. They poured water from the city, causing the wall to be frozen, making it more and more difficult for us to climb the wall into the city. Siege is not our strong point, so to take down Beijing, we must start from these nine gates. The other eight gates are all waving flags. The grandson saw the figures behind the female wall, and seemed to be extremely cautious. In the eyes of the grandson, they arranged their hands near the city tower, and they were afraid that the people they arranged near the city tower were less than 5,000. For us, the most important thing is to fight quickly, otherwise it will be delayed and wait until the Ming Dynasty.

The emperor's main force returned, and the city cooperated with them inside and outside, and we might not be able to get a chance. However, there was a city gate that seemed to be not strict and stopped. In the opinion of my grandson, there were only two possibilities at present. One possibility was that this was the Han barbarian's plan to lure the enemy, and deliberately lure us to attack that city gate. There must have been an ambush of elite soldiers there, trying to fight us in a decisive battle with us. Another possibility was that they themselves had neglected. After all, Beijing City is not small in scale, and there were many city gates, so it was reasonable to have some negligence. But... my grandson still thought that the Han barbarians were cunning, and the former might be bigger..."

Although this Yexian was young, he was deeply influenced. When it comes to these things, he nodded in admiration.

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Chapter completed!