Chapter 2577

Your majesty is short of a big eunuch.

Will your majesty be simple or choose from those mature eunuchs?

Jin Ying continued to manage the huge workshop in Tongzhou, and someone came to inform the news.

"Father in law, Yu Jia is finished."

The nephew of a eunuch and his adopted son came to inform the news.

This is to sell well.

Jin Ying stood outside the workshop, frowned and asked, "how many favors did you sell this news?"

The visitor said awkwardly, "father-in-law, this matter... My father thinks you've worked hard in Tongzhou for several years, and no one can match your achievements, so here you are."

This is a lie!

There were many eunuchs stationed abroad, many of whom were trusted by the emperor. For example, Jin Ying. These people may be recalled to the palace at any time, gain power, but lose their freedom.

But freedom is nothing for ambitious eunuchs.

So there are many eunuchs eager to return to the palace to hold important posts. The father and son think they can sell a lot of people.

But Jin Ying's attitude was very firm. He said, "it's hard for you to come back."

This clearly doesn't care!

The visitor was sent out in embarrassment and went all the way back to report.

Jin Ying returned to the workshop, smelling the smell of soot, listening to all kinds of metal knocking sounds, and said intoxicated, "this is the day we want!"

"There's a car, get out of the way!"

With the sound of bells, a heavy-duty carriage came slowly. When the coachman saw someone ahead, he habitually shouted.

Jin Ying retreated to the side. The coachman didn't panic when he saw him. He arched his hands and said, "I'm sorry, father-in-law."

Jin Ying said with a smile, "it's important to do things."

His smile is bright, his feet are vigorous, and he goes away lightly between the densely covered tracks.

……

Royal guards are very busy recently, mainly collecting all kinds of information from the north.

"Samarkand's news is worth thousands of gold, so that our people must work hard and die for three times the pension!"

Some people in Shenyang are angry. There is a bubble on the corner of their mouth. It's hot and painful.

"I don't want human life. I want news. As long as I get news... Yin Meng, who died in the country, enters the royal guards. Let them rest assured that I will keep my word even if I kneel outside the palace."

After he arranged things in a hurry, it was xiaya time.

On his way home, he bought his son's favorite dessert. When he got home, he saw his son sitting on the threshold looking around. He jumped down from his horse and smiled and picked up the oil paper bag.

"Dad!"

Shenyang laughed, picked up his son and went inside.

"I'm back. I'll have dinner later."

Because he is the commander of royal guards, Shenyang is so cautious that he doesn't even dare to invite servants at home, so Yan Hui cooks.

Shenyang took his son into the kitchen and saw Yan Hui wrapped in a headscarf and cooking quickly. He sniffed and said, "I'm hungry."

There is no better way than this praise.

Yan Hui smiled and said, "right away."

"My Lord!"

Then someone knocked at the door and shouted.

Shenyang's face did not change. Yan Hui shoveled up the ribs in the pot, then poured water into the pot, took his son and said, "go."

Shenyang doesn't think there's any big event worth disturbing himself who has gone home recently, so he's also a little puzzled.

"My Lord, someone is coming from Samarkand."

"Go!"

Shenyang turned back and shouted, "Yanhui, I'm not eating at home. I have something to do."

"I see."

Out of the house, those tenderness dissipated, and the face was cold.

He rushed all the way to the outside of the palace. At the moment, Cao Fei personally guarded the gate of the palace. When he saw him coming, he said, "Your Majesty has an order. You should go in quickly."

A eunuch accompanied him in.

Those eunuchs and maids were in a hurry. They didn't know whether they were going to have lunch or something, but they made Shenyang feel a little nervous.

The main hall of Qianqing palace has been opened, which shows that many important officials will come.

This was an unexpected meeting.

A man in plain clothes was standing at the bottom to speak. When Shenyang went in and saluted, Zhu Zhanji, who was also in plain clothes, just waved his hand, and then motioned the man to continue.

"Your Majesty, the whole Samarkand has become a military city. The meat is charming. There are at least forty or fifty thousand. With the strength of Hari, I dare to guarantee that they can send at least 100000 troops, and they are all elite."

"Elite?"

Zhu Zhanji looked up slightly. Fang Xing and Yigan Wuxun appeared outside the door.

Military men are always faster than civilian officials, because their equestrian skills are better and their reputation is more ferocious, so when they see them, the people will dodge.

After the people saluted, Zhu Zhanji said, "wait a minute, lest you have to repeat."

The man was the man of the royal guards lurking in Samarkand. Zhu Zhanji pointed at him and someone sent cold boiled water and snacks.

He was probably very hungry, so he began to eat and drink regardless of his image. He didn't put it down until he burped.

Zhu Zhanji looked relaxed and even smiled.

"This is also a warrior."

He gave a high evaluation, which excited the man and said, "Your Majesty, when I saw our men rescue our captured brother, I kept silent."

This is a necessary quality for spies.

Zhu Zhanji nodded slightly to Shenyang to express his appreciation.

Later, when the Bachelor of political science and six books of history arrived, Zhu Zhanji motioned the royal guards to say it again.

"... at least 100000 elite, and grain and grass are continuously transported in. The place where they come is the direction of meat fans..."

"The meat fan who leads the army seems to be a big man. He can often see him go into the palace to see Mier. He looks very relaxed. There is no panic and tension."

This is a spy with excellent observation ability.

"What are the weapons?"

The question is Meng Ying, which is also what the martial arts people want to know most.

The man gasped and said, "they have knives and guns, twenty or thirty guns and hundreds of big guns."

"Artillery?"

Fang Xing immediately thought of the "artillery" sacrificed by the Khaled people in the last war, and asked, "how big?"

The man thought for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

"Smaller than last time, their gunpowder has improved."

Fang Xing, the most authoritative on firearms, said this, and everyone looked dignified.

"Where's the big gun?"

The man said, "the big gun... Is at least twice as big as our fire gun. It's hard to carry it alone!"

Fang Xing smiled and said, "they have learned from our guns, but the gunpowder is not good, and the materials are not qualified, so they need to be much larger. Unless many warriors are summoned, no one can operate. As for the artillery, do they think the range of our artillery has been stagnant?"

Fang Xing is cheering everyone up!

And the most tacit understanding with him is Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Daming's artillery is much more powerful than that in the last war, and the fire guns are all replaced, lighter and farther. If they think Daming is still like that, I hope to see those surprises and frustrations when the war starts."

Fang Xing said with a smile, "it must be so."

The king and his subjects relaxed everyone's mood with tacit understanding, and then Fang woke up and asked about the trend of the coalition army.

"They are preparing to start. Many troops begin to distribute dry food, and those drills have stopped..."

This is a signal to send troops.

Fang Xing said with appreciation, "you're fine."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, "record your merit immediately and reward later."

The man was overjoyed and quickly knelt down to thank him.

Du Qian suddenly asked, "did you come out alone?"

The man's face changed and said sadly, "three brothers have... Died for their country in order to lead away the enemy."

Du Qian asked curiously, "are you alone? Are you afraid all the way?"

The man raised his head and said, "small ones are not afraid!"

"Why?"

Du Qian wanted to know what the warrior thought, so he rashly continued to ask.

The man sucked his nose, with more tears in his eyes, and said, "those brothers have gone. If the little ones don't bring back the news, they are animals! They die in peace. As for fear, the little ones..."

He smiled and said, "after entering the martyrs' temple, there are incense offerings. Don't worry that the soul can't return home. Small people are not afraid."

Du Qian stood in awe and said, "it's my official Meng Lang."