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Song Yan took a deep breath.

Emperor Kangrui had been on military campaigns for two years, but he basically supervised the battles from the rear and rarely went to the front lines in person.

This time he personally led the troops to set an ambush, and was ambushed?

Song Yan suddenly felt an indescribable feeling.

If you ask him, Kang Ruidi really didn't count. Doesn't he know his own weight?

It's bad enough that you follow others' example and lead the troops into battle personally, but you also want to lead the troops into battle yourself. Isn't that courting death?

If it really doesn't work, just stay at the back and be a mascot!

Song Yan was speechless for the rest of her life. Then she asked in a hypocritical manner, "Is he not dead?"

Shu Changyu's lips curled slightly: "He was lucky. The guards risked their lives to rescue him and sent him back to the capital to recuperate overnight."

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of something else: "Wouldn't the war on the front line be leaderless?"

"Qin Shu has brought his troops to support us and has temporarily stabilized the situation." Shu Changyu said calmly.

Song Yan scratched his head: "Isn't General Qin in Zhenyuan City? Why did he rush here so quickly?"

Previously, Emperor Kangrui had always been wary of the military forces in the northern border, fearing that they would march south under the pretext of suppressing a rebellion, so he was hesitant to mobilize troops from the northern border for reinforcement.

But now that Prince Chen has arrived at his doorstep, Emperor Kang Rui can finally sit still no longer.

"After Yaoguang fell, the emperor secretly issued three secret decrees, ordering Qin Shu to lead 20,000 elite troops to the south." Shu Changyu closed his eyes slightly, his voice a little sleepy, "It's just that he arrived a little late, and the emperor had already suffered a defeat."

If Qin Shu had arrived half a day earlier, he would have risked his life to stop the ambush plan that the emperor had come up with on the spur of the moment.

When Shu Changyu thought of the ridiculous farce on the battlefield, a sneer escaped from his throat.

I’m afraid even the storytellers in the teahouse wouldn’t dare to make up this story.

Song Yan came over curiously: "What do you mean?"

"He ordered 3,000 imperial guards to ambush in the reed marshes in the river outside Linjiang City." Shu Changyu pinched the bridge of his nose, with a speechless expression, "When the Chen Wang's vanguard passed by, he suddenly rushed out, but was surrounded by the rebels."

Song Yan couldn't help but hold his forehead.

Maybe Emperor Kang Rui has watched too many plays and really thinks he is the reincarnation of the God of War?

Reed marshes in the river?

Fortunately he could figure it out.

King Chen is not stupid, how could he not send scouts to investigate?

Besides, the three thousand imperial guards were crowded in the reed marsh, forming a densely packed mass. What was the difference between this ambush and holding up a lantern and shouting "I'm here"?

Song Yan was so angry that he almost laughed: "Does he think fighting is just playing house?"

"Then how did he get injured and fall off his horse?"

Shu Changyu yawned lazily and pinched Song Yan's waist with his fingertips. "The rebels pretended to retreat, and he personally led his troops to pursue them, but they were ambushed."

"The arrow was shot from behind, and he broke his leg when he fell off his horse."

Song Yan was stunned.

This is not the emperor leading the army in person, it's clearly him going to be killed!

Shu Changyu raised his lips in a sarcastic arc: "What's even more ridiculous is that when he was ambushed, Qin Shu's reinforcements were only ten miles away from the battlefield, but he strictly ordered them not to act rashly."

Song Yan was completely speechless.

Is there something wrong with Kang Ruidi's brain?

The reinforcements are clearly nearby, but you insist on going into battle yourself. Isn't this courting death?

"What's the situation on the front line now?" Song Yan asked worriedly.

"Qin Shu has taken over the command and has temporarily stabilized the defense line." Shu Changyu said, "But King Chen has already gained an absolute advantage. It is only a matter of time before he attacks the capital."

"Then..." Song Yan wanted to ask something else, but Shu Changyu covered her mouth.

"sleep."

Song Yan opened her eyes wide and protested twice in a mumbled voice.

"If you don't want to sleep, then do something else." Shu Changyu leaned close to his ear, his voice low and ambiguous.

Song Yan Song Yan immediately behaved herself and curled up in the quilt pretending to sleep.

Shu Changyu chuckled and hugged the person tighter.

But Song Yan did not fall asleep successfully. His mind was in a mess at the moment. Once the news of Kang Ruidi's injury spread, he was afraid that the world would become even more chaotic.

The princes of various places were already ready to make a move, and now that the emperor was seriously injured and the court was leaderless, this undoubtedly gave them a perfect excuse to start a rebellion.

Who doesn’t want to take advantage of the chaos to get a piece of the pie?

***

The impact of Kang Ruidi's serious injury and fall from his horse was far more serious than Song Yan had expected.

Within three days, Prince Yong, who had always been law-abiding, suddenly raised a large flag on the northwestern border on the grounds of "protecting the royal family."

This prince, who usually only loved calligraphy and painting, unexpectedly controlled the main roads of the Hexi Corridor with his cavalry overnight, cutting off the trade route between the capital and the Western Regions.

Soon after, Prince Zibo of Qianzhou also recruited soldiers in his territory, claiming that he wanted to "serve the king and protect the emperor", but his ambition was obvious.

At the same time, the King of Qian in the southwestern border also blocked the pass and intercepted the court's taxes, as if watching the fire from the other side of the river and waiting for an opportunity to act.

Song Yuanshan, who was in Nanyang Prefecture, sent a letter home, in which he mentioned that Prince Zhong of Hedong Prefecture had sent troops to Hanzhou again, apparently intending to take advantage of the situation.

The King of Qi in the southeast suddenly led his troops northward and approached the Jiangnan area with unclear intentions.

It's a mess.

It's all chaos.

Almost overnight, the entire Dajin fell into a chaotic situation of warlords fighting for power.

Later, this period in history was called the "Rebellion of the Nine Kings."

At the moment, Songzhou, which is still relatively peaceful, has become a hot spot, and various forces are eyeing it covetously.

Refugees from nearby states also flocked to Songzhou to seek refuge.

The other prefectures and counties in Songzhou are all busy with their own affairs, so how can they have the spare energy to take in the refugees?

The gates of all prefectures and counties were closed tightly, and the refugees were refused entry on the pretext of "preventing rebels from infiltrating."

Only Guang'an Prefecture and Yunshan County opened their gates to accept refugees.

In recent years, under the governance of Prefect Lin, Guang'an Prefecture has vigorously promoted drought-resistant and high-yield crops such as sweet potatoes, red beans, and corn.

The treasury is full, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and even if a large number of refugees suddenly pour in, there is still enough capacity to accommodate them.

As for Yunshan County, the Huiwang Mansion had millions of fertile fields and needed a large number of laborers, so it accepted all refugees.

In just half a month, Yunshan County accepted nearly a thousand refugees.

Song Yan incorporated young and middle-aged people into the guard team, arranged women and children to work in workshops, and assigned the elderly, the weak and the disabled to do light work to ensure that everyone had food to eat and work to do.

Of course, Prince Hui's palace secretly recruited a number of strong men from the refugees to expand the guard.

Song Yan knew this very well, but he turned a blind eye to it.

In troubled times, strengthening one's own strength is the way to survive.

However, a rumor came from somewhere that there were millions of fertile fields in Guang'an Prefecture, Songzhou, and mountains of grain, enough to support an army of 100,000 people for three years.

How can it be repaired?

Which bastard wants to harm me!