After Ji Ling consulted Wang Ao, the secretary of the ministry, for some advice, he quickly led his army to Liaodong to take up his post, and Zhu Qiyu also approved his establishment of a military guard in Liaodong and the military defense strategy of "defending Liaotu with Liao people".
With Zhu Qiyu's support, it was naturally much easier for Ji Ling to do things: he not only built some military guards in the local area, but also established a powerful local cavalry modeled on the Guanning Iron Cavalry of later generations.
In addition, Ji Ling has policy support for them, not only can they get enough military salaries, but they can also get land, so they don't have to worry about being squeezed by those officers and soldiers, so they are extremely desperate whether they are training in peacetime or directly pulled to the battlefield.
At the same time, Ji Ling also took similar measures to the situation in Mobei: dividing its branches and separating it from its momentum, so that it could contain each other and fall into division, so far, the Jurchens in Liaodong, like the Mongols in Mobei, have completely become a plate of scattered sand.
Of course, in this process, Ji Ling inevitably sought some benefits for himself: trading with those tribal and noble leaders, this alone was enough to make him run rampant on the northern border of the Ming Dynasty.
Ji Ling didn't feel any guilt, after all, he had money and was easy to do: the officials of the DPRK and China needed to take care of it, and the soldiers raised by his subordinates also needed to eat.
Now Wei Qi and Li Dazhi can be in charge of Datong and Xuanfu alone, and they don't need to worry too much, but who knows that a political storm in the capital has once again drawn Ji Ling into the whirlpool.
In early June of the fourth year of Jingtai, Emperor Zhu Qiyu suddenly fell seriously ill and was bedridden for nearly a month.
On the first day Ji Ling arrived in the capital, he was summoned into the palace by the seriously ill Zhu Qiyu, because he had been forced to have no choice by the admonition of the ministers and his own incompetence.
Zhu Qiyu is incompetent, not because he can't suppress his ministers, but because he regrets that he can't give birth to a dragon son and pass on the throne.
What made Zhu Qiyu even more angry was that the more anxious he was, the more he backfired: although Zhu Qiyu insisted on having fun with a group of concubines every night for nearly a year, he was already unable to achieve his wish, and gradually, even Tang Guifei, Li Xi'er and others lost hope for this.
At the same time, although Zhu Qizhen, who was imprisoned in Nangong, had a difficult living condition, it frequently blossomed and bore fruit: not only did the previous concubines give birth to a son and two daughters for him, but even a little maid who served him inside was pregnant with his child.
Qian was a little nostalgic for the harmonious married life with Zhu Qizhen before, but now she couldn't complain that Zhu Qizhen couldn't raise the slightest sexual interest in herself, so she could only watch Zhu Qizhen call the sixteen or seventeen-year-old little palace maid to the house to sleep, and she could only squeeze in the same room with other concubines.
Maybe he's just not in a good mood......
Qian comforted himself in his heart, and at the same time had to personally serve the little palace maid with a big belly, because she was about to give birth.
The locked palace door of Nangong was opened again at this time, and Zhu Qizhen looked at the fresh faces in and out of the courtyard, and couldn't help but feel excited in his heart: After all, Zhu Qiyu still has a little conscience, and he will not criticize himself in this kind of thing, but he ......
You can also use this opportunity to deliver a message to the outside.
I heard that my good brother's condition is even more serious, this is retribution!
You deposed my son, and as a result, your son died soon after.
You have robbed me of my throne, and you yourself will soon die......
Zhu Qiyu, you didn't expect it, right?
God has eyes!
The little palace maid in the room who had been fortunate by himself had already let out a howl, and the delivery work was about to start, and the little eunuch who was mixed with the stable woman and the imperial doctor gave him a timely look, if I remember correctly, his master is called Cao Jixiang, right?
Cao Jixiang, Wang Zhen's former remnant party, he treated him with kindness, as for whether Cao Jixiang remembered this kindness, it was another matter, but Zhu Qizhen was sure that Zhu Qiyu definitely had no kindness to Cao Jixiang......
Yes, the new monarch Zhu Qiyu doesn't like eunuchs, and the only people he trusts are Cheng Jing and Xing'an, who grew up with him since childhood.
It's a pity that Cheng Jing returned to his hometown due to illness a few days ago, but Zhu Qiyu still did not hand over the power of the Inner Dynasty to Cao Jixiang, who was quite senior, but accepted the recommendation of Zhongguo Gong Ji Ling and promoted an old eunuch named Huaien.
Therefore, the power of the Inner Dynasty is now in the hands of Huaien and Xing'an, and Xing'an, who is more trusted by Zhu Qiyu, is waiting by Zhu Qiyu's side day and night.
At this time, Zhu Qiyu fell into a state of either coma or sleep again, and Xing'an, who had been busy for a long time, did not dare to disturb, but silently boiled up medicinal soup for Zhu Qiyu in the corner.
Now Ji Ling, who frequently enters and exits the palace, saw that it was getting late, and the maids who were waiting during the day were all gone, so he whispered hello to Xing'an, and was about to leave here before the palace lock fell, but as soon as he walked to the door of the outer room, he was stopped by Li Xi'er who was coming.
"Wait a minute......"
Li Xi'er reached out and grabbed Ji Ling's sleeve, and at the same time secretly glanced at him, "I have something to say to you." ” Ji Ling had also been teased by Li Xi'er in the palace private room a few times before, and at this time there was a bit of a commonplace feeling, so he just subconsciously frowned at her and said, "Let go of me, Li Xi'er ......"
"Yo, I'm really not afraid of me now......"
Li Xi'er stretched out her little finch tongue and licked it lightly on her lips, and a seductive look appeared between her cheeks, "But it's no wonder, who told people to pinch their hearts in your hands......"
"Don't make jokes like that again!"
Ji Ling's tone was heavy, and he was about to throw off his sleeves and leave, when he suddenly heard someone outside singing loudly, "Wuqing Marquis Shiheng asks to see Your Majesty!"
” As soon as Li Xi'er heard that someone was coming, she hurriedly took two steps back, put on a solemn look, and looked at Ji Ling with a little smile, "Zhongguo Gong, do you want him to come in?"
” Ji Ling didn't pay attention to Li Xi'er, but glanced at her, motioned for Li Xi'er to go in first, and at the same time opened the door and walked out, greeted Shi Heng and smiled, "Wu Qinghou, it just so happens that I'm staring inside today, I don't know what's going on?"
” "Oh, Zhongguo Gong!"
Although Shi Heng is much older than Ji Ling, his status at this time is lower than that of others, so the number of etiquette should naturally be respectful, "Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that the ministers came to visit the emperor's illness and asked about the sacrifice at the same time......"
P.S.
Don't think I'm scribbling nonsense because of bad grades......
Don't worry, I really thought of a very awesome ending, and I think it's cool, readers and friends look forward to it!