Not to mention Ningyuan and Jinzhou, even Dalinghhe took the Later Jin army three months to capture.
Well, well, with Xiong Tingbi's ability and the reserves of Guangning City, as long as they hold on for a month or two, the Later Jin army will definitely retreat.
Zhu Youxiao clenched his fists firmly, exhaled a long breath, and felt a little relieved. There seemed to be a commotion outside, and his expression was startled. He looked towards the palace door with some anticipation.
The noise died down, and the palace gates remained open. Zhu Youxiao felt somewhat disappointed. According to the timeline, the Liaodong report should have arrived! If there were no reports from Liaodong, what about the Denglai report? What about the Tianjin report?
Zhu Youxiao suppressed his anxiety and worry, sat down in the chair, rested his chin on his hand, and watched Zhang Yuer and Bai Niangniang playing the clapping game.
Well, it shouldn’t be called clapping hands, and clapping claws is not right either. It should be clapping one hand and one claw.
But Zhang Yu'er stretched out her hand with a smile and stared at Bai Niangniang; Bai Niangniang narrowed her eyes slightly, and suddenly stretched out her little paws very quickly and patted Zhang Yu'er's hand.
Zhang Yuer stared at White Lady, and when she saw her claws raised, she would retract them. Sometimes, if she retracted her hand too slowly, she would hit her and lose.
Then, the man and the cat exchanged roles, with White Snake stretching out its claws and Zhang Yuer taking the picture.
It's very childish, but it's very interesting to watch one person and one cat playing together.
If you pat me, I'll dodge. If I can't dodge, it's because I'm slow to react or I'm not observing carefully. You can't just look at the hands, you have to look at the shoulders. If the hands move, the shoulders shrug first...
Zhu Youxiao read it for a while, and his feelings went from boredom to interest, and then to enlightenment, and he himself found it magical.
And this time, by intervening in the Guangning War, wasn't it because he had anticipated the enemy and had gained some advantages?
If things had developed normally, the Later Jin army would have either captured Guangning or besieged the city. By the time the news reached the capital, and after the court's nonsense, even if they had finally decided to send reinforcements, it would have taken an unknown amount of time.
Now, all the processes in between are omitted.
Almost at the time when the Later Jin army was besieging Xiping Fort and attacking the reinforcements, he sent secret envoys, even heavyweights like Luo Sigong, to launch attacks in all directions in advance and began to harass and contain the Later Jin.
The Later Jin army certainly would not have thought, nor could they have anticipated, that the Ming army would react so quickly.
As soon as he untied his belt, others knew he was going to shit. A kick and a loud roar would scare the Jiannu into pulling up his trouser pockets.
Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but laugh foolishly. If he couldn't defeat an old slave like this, wouldn't that be a joke?
When Zhang Yuer heard the emperor suddenly laugh, she turned around involuntarily, feeling curious and puzzled.
Zhu Youxiao grinned at the girl, leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, looked at her frivolously, and spoke provocatively, "Come on, sing a little song for me."
Zhang Yu'er blinked her eyes, her face flushed, and she stammered, "Your Majesty, this servant doesn't know how to do it."
Zhu Youxiao waved his hand lightly and said casually, "Whatever it is, just pick one."
Zhang Yu'er lowered her head and thought for a while, then said hesitantly, "Your Majesty, may I recite a nursery rhyme from my childhood?"
After a pause, she continued, half explaining, half clarifying, "When I entered the palace, I was young and had never been to school. There was no one to teach me in the palace..."
"Children's songs are good too." Zhu Youxiao nodded generously and encouraged: "No matter whether they are good or bad, I will reward them."
Zhang Yuer pursed her lips and saw that Bai Niangniang beside her seemed to understand. She lay down obediently, her eyes half open and half closed, as if she was also waiting for her to recite the nursery rhyme.
After calming down, Zhang Yuer recited in a crisp voice: "Old Wang sells melons, lamely; I am not afraid of heavy burdens, as long as I have a strong backbone."
La La Ba Ba? Isn't it just self-praise? Zhu Youxiao thought it was quite amusing and said with a smile: "Old Wang is selling melons, self-praise, you are wrong. This one doesn't count, tell me another one."
Zhang Yuer subconsciously put her finger to her mouth, bit it lightly, frowned slightly, and thought: Could it be that it has been too long and I remembered it wrong?
Under Zhu Youxiao's warm and encouraging gaze, Zhang Yu'er began to recite again: "Sieve and sieve, to eat fine flour. A bushel of wheat, only a catty and a half are harvested. The difference between bitter and sweet is only six fingers away, even grass leaves and wood bark can save lives."
The nursery rhymes, or children's songs, that Zhang Yuer recited came from "Yan Xiaoer Yu", the earliest collection of children's songs in my country, compiled by Lu Kun in the Ming Dynasty.
"Yan Xiao Er Yu" contains 46 children's songs popular in Henan, Shanxi, Shandong, Shaanxi and other places. The language is simple and the content is vivid, which is easy to pass on orally.
However, in Zhu Youxiao's opinion, the poem that Zhang Yuer recited was still a bit difficult for a child.
Zhu Youxiao savored it carefully, his smile faded, replaced by a bit of solemnity, and the familiar pity appeared in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yuer.
"You said you were from Shuntian Prefecture. You must have often been hungry at home when you were a child, right?" A faint voice came into Zhang Yuer's ears, making her not know how to answer for a moment.
Which family doesn't love their children? Sending them to the palace at the age of six is definitely because they can't afford to raise them and are just looking for a way for them to survive.
Shuntian Prefecture, the capital of the capital, governs five prefectures and twenty-two counties. If they can't even manage such a large area, the people are still hungry and hungry, let alone other areas?
Zhu Youxiao narrowed his eyes slightly. The imperial palace was magnificent and the capital was prosperous, but behind this appearance was shocking and unbelievable poverty.
Unfortunately, no matter how much I travel incognito, I can't fully understand the suffering of the people. I have to rely on those officials to report...
"Meow!" Lady Bai suddenly straightened up and called out to Zhu Youxiao, her eyes flashing, expressing something Zhu Youxiao didn't understand.
"Your Majesty..." someone arrived, and Wang Tigan trotted into the hall, knelt on his knees, holding an urgent report in his hand, and reported in a hurry: "Emergency report from Liaodong."
Zhu Youxiao jumped up from his chair without any sign of imperial reserve. He took a few steps forward, almost snatched the urgent report, and opened it to read.
When Xiong Tingbi led his army into Guangning, the Jinyiwei rushed back to the capital with his memorial. After running for several days, several horses were exhausted and paralyzed, but they finally delivered it to Zhu Youxiao at the fastest speed.
"Okay..." Zhu Youxiao blurted out after reading only a few lines. As long as Xiong Tingbi entered Guangning first and took over the defense smoothly, the Guangning War would have taken a different trajectory from history.
Only in this way could Zhu Youxiao's attacks from all directions and containment have real meaning.
Finally, finally, with my own strength, I have reversed the course of history. Even if Guangning falls, the losses will not be greater than in history.
So how great was the loss of the defeat in Guangning in history? If we list them in detail, it would be absolutely shocking.
More than 40 forts and towns including Guangning, Yizhou, and Jinzhou fell, countless Liao people were captured and killed, and the loss of land and personnel exceeded that of the Battle of Sarhu.
As for the loss of materials, the warehouses in Guangning City alone had more than 8,000 pieces of python satin and silk; and the rice, millet, black beans, sorghum, etc. in Youtunwei reached more than 530,000 stones.
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