Jiangmen Tianjiao: Reborn with funny ancestors

Previously, the 50,000-strong army sent from Shangjing was not rationed by the imperial court, and all came from the northwest road treasury. With the addition of 50,000 new soldiers coming from Yuzhou, the consumption naturally exceeded the budget.

In the big battle with Xirong, Ganzhou had to provide all the armaments by itself. Weapons, armor, arrows, all needed money.

Chu Tianjiao did not want to exploit people's livelihood too much, so all the labor he used was paid.

During this period, Ganzhou was spending money like water.

What's more, the battles at Yumenguan and Yangguan resulted in more than 30,000 casualties in total, and these soldiers needed a large pension.

This money has to be reported to the court, and I don’t know if it can be approved.

Before the court could approve it, the northwest road had to be filled in first.

"Now there are only 120,000 troops in the entire northwest, and I must leave 60,000 to guard the three passes.

We only took 60,000 people south, which was too few.

I want to recruit 40,000 troops locally in Ganzhou to collect an army of 100,000 to go south. "

Nowadays, the public sentiment in Ganzhou is high. It is not a big problem to recruit 40,000 soldiers. However, if you want to recruit soldiers, you have to ask for money and food. Chu Sheng spread his hands and said: "My eldest niece, I can't raise the money even if you sell it!"

When a war is fought to the end, all that is fought is money and food.

Although Chu Tianjiao started preparations a year in advance, facing the siege of the Three Kingdoms, it was difficult to rely on supplies from the northwest for two major battles.

What's more, the northwest suffered a major disaster this year, and the taxes collected were already at a discount.

If it were not for the previous tax reform and the accumulation of money and food, this battle and the consumption of people's livelihood in the five states may not be enough.

"When the army goes south to fight, the court should provide food and salary. I think you, my eldest niece, should write a note and send it to Beijing to urge for military food!"

Chu Tianjiao has no choice but to do this now.

In the city of Shangjing, after receiving the news of the great victory in the northwest, Marquis Liyang was also urging the Ministry of Household Affairs to prepare grain and grass supplies for the northwest army to go south.

Lu Yuanqing has been in better spirits these days and has begun to manage politics.

According to Dr. Wang's diagnosis, Lu Yuanqing's body was damaged even after the poison was cured. Not only was it harmful to his heirs, but his lifespan was also running out. If he took good care of himself, he might be able to live another year or two.

This is nothing short of adding insult to injury to the already precarious Lu family dynasty.

If the prince is replaced at this time, the court will definitely be in chaos.

After private discussions with Marquis Liyang and others, Prime Minister Wang decided to keep the matter secret.

Everything will wait until the end of the war to find a suitable heir to the throne.

On this day, Jiang Yanni, who was watching the emperor in Houde Hall, was giving medicine to the emperor.

Lu Yunkui has become so thin that only skin and bones are left.

He now relies on these precious medicinal materials prescribed by Mrs. Wang to stay alive.

Giving him medicine every day is a chore.

Lu Yunkui had no consciousness of swallowing, and most of the medicine flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

Fortunately, Jiang Yanni was his ancestor. Although he was very disappointed in Lu Yunkui, an unfilial descendant, he knew that he would have a great influence on the court while he was still alive, so he patiently served him.

Lu Dingfeng was also there today, and the couple joined hands in pouring medicine while chatting.

As soon as Lu Dingfeng saw Lu Yunkui, he was furious and said to Jiang Yanni: "Mr. Wang said he will be alive in a few days, so you don't have to worry about it anymore. Hey, he kicked off his legs. He is clean, but he still has to trouble us ancestors to help him look after the country."

Jiang Yanni wiped Lu Yunkui's mouth with a handkerchief, comforted Lu Dingfeng and said: "Didn't Jiaojiao win the battle? With Jiaojiao's power, once he goes south, he will definitely be able to drive the Southern Chu people out of the border. You should be more relaxed. Be careful!"

Lu Dingfeng said with a dark face: "What I'm worried about now is not the battle situation on the front line. I'm more worried about the replacement of the throne now."

Lu Dingfeng pointed at Lu Yunkui and said: "Almost all of his lineage has been wiped out by him. Although our Lu family has many descendants, the others who ascended the throne did not have the right reputation and their words were not correct. I am a little worried... "

Lu Dingfeng didn't say the rest of the words. Jiang Yanni and his wife had been together for many years, and they understood that Lu Dingfeng was worried about the Chu family, which was becoming more and more powerful.

"Master, Jiaojiao came back from the Imperial Ancestral Temple with us. She has lost her respect for the imperial power. Your worries are not unreasonable.

But I observe that Jiaojiao is not the kind of person with a strong desire for power. As long as the Lu family can choose a person with both ability and political integrity to inherit the throne, I guess Jiaojiao will not rebel. "

Lu Dingfeng's eyes flickered and he whispered: "I have been thinking about this for a long time. There is only one person who can be the emperor, and Chu Tianjiao will definitely not rebel. It is a pity that the great-great-grandson has no intention of taking the throne."

The two of them were talking quietly and didn't notice Lu Yunkui's eyelids moving.

In the evening, Lu Yuanqing came to Houde Hall to visit the emperor as usual.

Knowing that he was about to die soon, Lu Yuanqing felt depressed, so he dismissed Jiang Yanni, Lu Dingfeng and others, and stayed alone in front of the dragon bed, confiding his grievances and depression to the comatose Lu Yunkui.

"Father, what should I do? Now that I am about to die, should I leave the position of prince to other royal brothers, or should I occupy this position?

The imperial brothers have also taken the elixir and will no longer have any heirs. Do I want to pass the throne to the infant eighth emperor brother? "

Lu Yuanqing was absolutely unwilling to pass the throne to the eighth prince.

The eighth prince has been adopted by Concubine Ye, and is nominally her son.

Queen Wang was often angry with Concubine Ye during her lifetime.

When the fourth prince was still disabled, the Ye family had the intention of seizing the legitimate heir and kept stumbling upon the Lu Yuanqing brothers.

Lu Yuanqing absolutely did not want Concubine Ye to become the Queen Mother in the future, so the Ye family gained power.

While he was crying, Lu Yunkui on the bed slowly opened his eyes and grabbed Lu Yuanqing's hand.

Lu Yuanqing was startled and looked up suddenly. He was very surprised to see that the emperor was awake: "Father, father, are you awake?"

Lu Yuanqing wanted to call someone, but the person on the bed made a hoarse voice: "Goodbye."

Xu had not spoken for a long time, and Lu Yunkui's voice was muddy and difficult to understand.

Lu Yuanqing has always been afraid of his father, and worried that he would get the wrong idea. He leaned closer and listened carefully, and heard clearly what Lu Yunkui said with difficulty: "Are you the sixth child?"

Lu Yuanqing thought that Lu Yunkui had been unconscious for too long and couldn't see clearly, so he hurriedly agreed: "Father, I am the sixth child. It's great that you are awake!"

Lu Yunkui, who was on the bed, moved his eyes from Lu Yuanqing's face to the side, and saw clearly the layout of Houde Hall, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Lao Liu, why are you wearing the prince's clothes?"

Lu Yuanqing was stunned. Could it be that his father, the emperor, had also forgotten about making him the prince?

"Father, after the death of my second brother, didn't you make me the crown prince?"

The person on the bed seemed to have recalled some distant memories. He was silent for a while, and sighed: "Isn't your second brother dead a long time ago? How do I remember that I made your fourth brother the crown prince? Where is your fourth brother? ?”

Lu Yuanqing turned pale with fright: Could it be that in the eyes of his father, the more preferred candidate for the crown prince is actually the fourth brother?

Before he could recover, the person on the bed continued to mutter: "That's wrong. I remember that your fourth brother has been on the throne for ten years..."