From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 482

On the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, the regent Chen Shou announced his abdication and asked the cabinet to draft an edict to invite the empress to return to the capital.

The scholars in the capital and all over the Jin Dynasty stopped their parades, and the country was temporarily calm.

The governor of Sichuan organized hundreds of people in the Chengdu Prefecture to hang up red ribbons and go to Qingcheng Mountain to invite the empress to come down the mountain.

On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, six days before New Year's Eve, Empress Zhaojing finally returned to the capital and took the throne again.

From the assassination case to now, a total of four months, the farce of the regent finally ended.

However, the heavy snow still did not stop, which might be a good thing for the Jin Dynasty, because the heavy snow did delay Nurhaci's offensive, allowing Shanhaiguan to survive the attacks again and again.

On the second day after Empress Zhaojing returned to the capital, she held an early court and announced the sale of a large number of imperial farms to accumulate military expenses.

At the same time, all the businesses of the Thirteen Lines under the Ministry of Internal Affairs were sold.

"The court and the country live and die together. At this critical moment, it is useless to keep the royal property. Sell it all."

This is the order of Empress Zhaojing. It is swift and resolute. It is usually disgusting, but at this moment, it makes people feel at ease.

Even the old princes of the royal family sighed: "After all, your Majesty is courageous, a hundred times stronger than Chen Shou."

On the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month, Empress Zhaojing summoned the inner court and the Jinyiwei to review the case of assassinating the emperor. With a lot of evidence, the truth was found.

In order to seize the throne, Prince Fu and his followers spent a huge amount of money, grain, salt and iron, bribed the Eastern Tartars, colluded with foreign tribes, and assassinated the empress.

As soon as the news came out, the world was shocked.

It's not that no one questioned it. For example, Master Songshan Aogong stood up and asked His Majesty to produce evidence.

But the evidence was not false, it was really in front of everyone and made public.

On this day, Shenjing was angry.

Chen Shou! This traitor! He actually colluded with foreign tribes to assassinate the Holy King! He also framed the Marquis of Zhongwu!

In the past four months, he almost destroyed the Great Jin!

For a time, the entire Shenjing was in a state of killing, arresting people everywhere, and raiding houses everywhere.

But Empress Zhaojing did not participate. Instead, she went to the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion in a high-profile manner and asked the old Duke to come out of retirement and go to Shanhaiguan together.

She wanted to go there to visit the soldiers who were guarding the Great Jin in the ice and snow.

This move was really smart. If she did this, no one would dare to plead for Chen Shou.

So far, Empress Zhaojing was the only master of the Great Jin, and no one could threaten her anymore.

"Alas..."

In the cabinet, Yang Guozhong sighed and shook his head, saying, "It turns out that everything is a trap. Your Majesty is really good at tactics. He has secured his position, subdued the royal family, and won the hearts of the people... All of Prince Fu's followers were killed, and after the quarrel and extermination of the clan, at least tens of millions of silver were obtained."

"Prince Fu did the evil, Prince Fu took the blame, Prince Fu paid the money, and Prince Fu lost his life."

"We, the ministers, have no choice but to support her."

"After all, Dajin can only rely on her."

Deng Bochi frowned and said in a deep voice "Lord Yang, we can't say these words anymore. We can't be loyal ministers anymore. We have to be honest."

"What power of the prime minister and the emperor are all fake. Your Majesty has mastered the royal family and the nobles. You are no longer the shallow-rooted Majesty."

Yang Guozhong smiled bitterly and said, "At this time of national crisis, Your Majesty can do whatever you want. As long as the country can be saved, you and I are nothing."

Xu Shigong said in a deep voice, "Prince Fu should never do anything. He should not use his ministers and noble families as a target, nor should he ask the nobles and royal family to donate money. This is self-destructive. Arm. "

Wang Lun suddenly said: "So those imperial farms and the Ministry of Internal Affairs were really sold? Prince Fu and his followers were all confiscated, and more than 10 million taels of silver were obtained. There is no need to sell it, right?"

Yang Guozhong said: "It's a matter of transferring money from one hand to the other, what's the point of selling it? It's just to stop the world from talking. You can't just confiscate the property and take the money. Then there will always be people who say that Prince Fu is guilty of possessing a treasure."

"Our majesty is much smarter than we thought. She has figured out everything, big or small."

Zeng Cheng couldn't help but say: " But what should we do in the current situation of the Jin Dynasty? The country is about to be lost. Is it meaningful to hold on to that position? "

Yang Guozhong sighed and said, "Don't forget, she also rehabilitated Zhou Yuan."

"Zhou Yuan is now the Marquis of Zhongwu, and he has saved Xiangzhou and is well supported. I'm afraid he will take charge of the seal."

Xu Shigong frowned and said, "Zhou Yuan? Where is he? I haven't heard from him for a long time."

"He was in Xiangzhou before, but he disappeared in early October."

Everyone looked at each other, also confused.

...

"Kill!"

The strong man in mink fur and tiger-skin hat gave an order, and hundreds of lambs were quickly killed.

He was tall and strong, but his expression was full of deep worry.There were warriors all around, tribesmen all around, tents all around, white snow, and an endless silver world.

This heavy snowfall was so despairing that they didn't know how to survive.

It was so cold that cattle, sheep, and horses were all frozen to death, so they had to drive them into the tents.

Tens of thousands of tribesmen, every tent was packed with people, just to make more tents for the horses to live in.

But it was far from enough, far from enough.

This winter, the Yehe tribe suffered a heavy blow, with most of the cattle and sheep lost, and hundreds of horses frozen to death, and winter had just begun, not even halfway through.

Buyanggu pulled his clothes and gritted his teeth and said, "Drive another 500 lambs! Kill them all together!"

When he said this, his heart was bleeding.

What should we do after the spring when all the cattle and sheep are killed?

He couldn't worry about so much. The weather was getting colder, and most of the tribesmen didn't have cotton clothes. They huddled together at night to keep warm, but there were still weak women and children who were frozen to death.

They were not used to this world, they did not belong here, and they had prepared too little.

"No more killing! No more killing!"

An old man came to kowtow and shouted loudly: "Chief! No more killing! These are only four or five-month-old lambs! They haven't grown up yet!"

Don't kill? They will freeze to death even if they don't kill!

Kill them for wool, and keep more tribesmen warm!

Buyanggu gritted his teeth and said: "Kill! Kill all the sheep! We will find a way to deal with next year's affairs next year!"

As soon as the voice fell, exclamations came from afar.

"Xingyao! Xingyao is back!"

The sound of horse hooves was broken, accompanied by roars. A woman in a black jacket and a thick red cloak came with a whip, and then stopped quickly, causing the horse to lift its legs.

Hundreds of warriors followed behind her, all shouting.

Yehenala Xingyao jumped off the horse, picked up the bodies of the two wolves behind her, and shouted: "Father! We found the wolves! We killed more than 30!"

She inherited her father's physical advantages, nearly 1.8 meters tall, healthy wheat-colored skin, dark eyes, two large rings on her ears, and a wolf tooth necklace on her neck. She was full of wildness and valiant.

The thick clothes covered her toned body, but her delicate facial features made her feminine tension stand out. She was the pearl of the grassland, the princess of Yehenala, and the woman blessed by the tribe's ancestral god.

Buyanggu said: "Xingyao, you shouldn't risk hunting again. We have enough food. We have endless beef and mutton."

Xingyao didn't care, but raised her head and said: "But our warriors can't always stay in the tent. Our horses also need to run. Otherwise, we won't have the courage to fight the enemy on the battlefield in the future."

In terms of bravery, Buyanggu was very proud because his daughter inherited this perfectly. She was stronger than almost all the men in the tribe.

"Go back and rest! On the last day of the year, we have to celebrate!"

Xingyao looked up at the sky and gritted her teeth and said: "But the snow hasn't stopped yet. Looking at the sky, there may be another blizzard tonight!"

There was nothing wrong with her judgment.

Not only was it a blizzard, but it was also the biggest blizzard in a long time.

The wind was howling, and the sky and the earth seemed to be sobbing. There was hail mixed in the heavy snow, which kept hitting the tent.

In the tent, Buyanggu's family of six and more than a dozen of the tribe's bravest warriors gathered together, burning firewood and roasting mutton. The atmosphere was quite lively.

Buyanggu listened to the noise outside and gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! What's wrong with the weather this year? Is God going to freeze all our cattle and sheep to death?"

Xingyao gnawed a piece of mutton and chewed it for a few times. It was really tasteless, so she just swallowed it.

Her mother patted her on the back and smiled, "Eat slowly. You are always so rough. Which man will dare to marry you in the future?"

Hearing this, more than a dozen warriors couldn't help but raise their heads.

Who doesn't want to marry Xingyao?

Xingyao didn't care, she just patted the scimitar on her waist and said with a smile: "There are many warriors who want to marry me, but none of them can beat me!"

Buyanggu picked up the wine bag and said loudly: "New Year's Eve! Although we don't attach as much importance to it as the Han people, it is the last day of the year after all!"

"Drink a sip of strong liquor! I hope the wind and snow will pass soon! I hope more of our tribesmen will survive the winter!"

Xingyao said loudly: "There are still cattle and sheep! War horses! All survive! I hope we can take back our occupied homes soon!"

The last sentence made everyone's fighting spirit high, and they drank a sip of strong liquor.

At this moment, a heavy horn sounded outside.

A warrior roared: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Inside the tent, everyone's face changed.

Buyanggu said angrily: "In this weather, how could there be an enemy attack!"

Xingyao directly drew the knife from her waist and pulled open the heavy curtain!

She saw outside the tent, it was a dark world.

Cold wind, cold snow, cold hail, a dreadful and desperate night.

At the end of the darkness, hundreds of torches burned, extinguished, extinguished, and lit again!

"What is that?"

Xingyao was stunned for a moment, and looked carefully, only to find that countless carriages were slowly approaching around the flames.

A young man on horseback, carrying the white snow, crossed the cold wind, came from the darkness, and walked towards the world of light.