As the saying goes, impulse-movement is the devil-ghost.

Doing things without considering the back ditch is definitely a price.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen Shen Xuan for a long time, Meng Shishilang was agitated for a while, his heart was surging, his blood was surging, and he rushed forward with a hot head regardless of the comparison of strength between the two sides.

The beauty is hugged, and the consequences are quite serious.

The next day, Daning guarded, first-class Bomeng, and was absent from work due to illness.

It's a big deal to get sick.

Daning commanded Zhu Wang to come to the door in person, and also brought the most famous doctor in the city to visit the illness, and secondly, to take the opportunity to contact the relationship with the boss.

After entering the Earl's Palace, Zhu Wang was led to the main hall, but he didn't see Meng, but he saw Shen Xuan, the Duke of Dingguo, who was dressed in blue clothes.

Zhu Wang was stunned for a moment, how could Dingguo Gong be in Daning? Or in the house of Hinningbo?

Thinking of the few Tatar cavalry that appeared in the border fortress, Zhu Wang had an epiphany, it must be a matter of the court-military-affairs-machine-secret, otherwise, when the Duke of Dingguo came to Daning, why Daning commanded the envoy and didn't hear any rumors, which was completely unreasonable.

Thinking that he had come up with the most correct answer, Zhu Wang's expression became extremely serious, and he hugged his fists and said, "Xiaguan has seen Grandpa Guo." ”

Shen Xuan bowed his head and asked why Zhu Wang came to visit, and expressed his gratitude on behalf of Meng.

Shen Xuan's attitude as the master made Zhu Wang quite puzzled.

This is Xingningbo Mansion, not Dingguo Mansion, right?

How can the current situation be explained?

Perhaps Shen Xuan's attitude was too natural, and all of Zhu Wang's questions were pressed in his heart, and he never asked.

After a few words of greeting, seeing that Shen Xuan didn't mean to talk much, Zhu Wang quickly said goodbye, and the good doctor he invited failed to play a role.

Zhu Wang is brave and strategic, and has a good reputation in the army, and was once reused by Zhu Quan, the king of Ning.

After Emperor Yongle ascended the throne, Zhu Wang has been firmly in the position of commander of Daning Capital, even when Zhang Gui was the most arrogant, he was only excluded and not replaced, which shows that his politics-governance-smell-sense-keenness, and his means are not low.

Determined that Shen Xuan had something important to discuss with Meng Xiang, Xingningbo's sudden illness was explained.

In order for the news not to be disseminated, it is necessary to act in secrecy. The Tartars are treacherous, and it is difficult to guarantee that there will not be one or two spies mixed in the caravan - into - Daning to inquire about the news. Detecting any clues will affect the actions of the border troops.

The matter of Dingguo Gong going to Daning must be kept secret!

After leaving the house, Zhu Wang specially told the good doctor not to leak today's affairs.

The good doctor has repeatedly promised that he will never say a word. Zhu Wang was still not at ease, so he simply sent his guards to follow the good doctor, not leaving an inch, and beware of any mistakes.

The good doctor has a hard time, going out - entering - the door, sitting in the medical hall, and there is a fierce and vicious soldier standing behind him, not to mention the cold business, under great pressure, almost nervous breakdown.

It was not until Shen Xuan returned to Beijing that Junhan was recalled by Zhu Wang.

Until then, the good doctor, who is being targeted urgently, will continue to fight the pressure.

Seeing off Zhu Wang, Shen Xuan turned around and returned to the east chamber of Santang.

Pushing open the door and stepping into the room, more than a dozen sheets of rice paper and ink were dried on the desk near the window. Behind the landscape screen, Meng, who had not closed his eyes all night, slept soundly.

The loose collar of the undershirt and the black hair scattered on the pillow soften the viewer's eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the couch, Shen Xuan opened the I Ching that Dao Yan gave to Meng, and began to study it from the unannotated place.

The room was quiet, only the copper incense burner wafted out a faint fragrance.

There was a burst of cicadas outside the window, and after autumn, the noisy knowledge of the summer will gradually subside.

Meng slept deeply, and it was almost now, and he still hadn't woken up.

After looking at the leaky pot, Shen Xuan leaned over, combed the black hair on the pillow with slender fingers, wiped the corners of his reddish eyes, held up Meng's neck and shoulders, and hugged him.

"Twelve, wake up."

A low voice slipped over my ears, drowsy, like a few feathers brushing my heart.

Meng couldn't tell whether he was dreaming or reality, closed his eyes and sighed, leaned on Shen Xuan's shoulder, and snored softly.

Shen Xuan was a little helpless, spoiled, or woke up?

patted Meng's back, and the person lying on his shoulder rubbed his nose and cheeks like a cat, but he refused to open his eyes.

Dingguo Gong, who was invincible on the battlefield, had no choice, so he could only continue to pat Meng on the back, so as to wake people up, and then sleep after eating.

As for the problem of sleeping after eating, which is the most suitable for fat, Ding Guogong said that Twelve Lang is too thin, so it is better to be fat.

Under Shen Xuan's unremitting efforts, Meng finally woke up, yawned lazily, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, it was not Shen Xuan who pulled him, he might fall down again at any time and fall asleep directly.

The door of the wing room was pushed open, the waiter brought hot water, rinsed his mouth, and covered his face with a warm face towel, Meng took a deep breath, and his confused head finally cleared.

Half covered his face, only revealing a pair of eyes, staring at the grandfather in front of him for a moment, and pouting secretly.

What did this person say before?

Proprietors? I even believed it?

Put down the cloth towel, hold your chin, is she too stupid and naïve?

Hou Erdai's thickness and blackness are obviously far beyond his imagination.

Is this a misstep into a thousand hatreds? Wrong.

Hit the big luck picked? Even more wrong.

There was a mess in his head, and he suddenly remembered something, and his ears were hot for a while, and he covered his face with a cloth towel.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Meng was silent, covering his face, he didn't know what he was thinking. Shen Xuan frowned, grabbed his wrist, pulled it away hard, and then was stunned.

Caught off guard, his face turned into an apple.

Meng grinds his teeth, turns his head, shameful!

The head is halfway turned, but the chin is buckled, the eyes are black, and the lips are gagged.

Meng's head began to faint again.

The atmosphere was just right, but the stomach was screaming out of place.

With an irregular grunt, XX Tik was suddenly thrown into the corner of the wall to plant—mushroom-mushroom-to-mushroom-.

Hou Erdai supported Meng's head with one hand, was silent for five seconds, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curved, buried his head in Meng's neck, and laughed in a low voice.

Meng squinted.

Funny?

There was no answer, and with another grunt, the amplitude of the shaking of the shoulders quickly increased.

Meng: "......"

How could he never have noticed that someone's laughter was so low?

Finally, Grandpa Guo smiled enough, raised his head, his eyes were like ink, and his lips became more and more bright red.

If he hadn't kept the previous lesson in mind, Meng Shishilang would have pounced on it and taken a bite.

Fortunately, reason prevailed, otherwise, it is really difficult to predict what the consequences will be.

"Let's get up and eat together."

Shen Xuan got out of the way, Meng threw away the cloth towel, and stayed.

You don't have to go to the Yamen of the capital to work, and you don't need to wear official clothes at home.

A round-necked blue robe with a flower belt around the waist is sufficient.

If you don't leave the house, you don't need to bring a waist card.

The bun was too troublesome, and I just wanted to find a strip of cloth to tie it, but I was pressed down on the shoulder.

The white fingers are piercing-shuttle between the black hair, and the movements are a little rusty, but with more intimacy and care.

Hou Erdai's actions were a little sudden, and Meng blinked, "Ziyu? ”

"Don't move."

Well, don't move.

Meng Shishilang-straight-waist-back, didn't dare to move, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Hair bunch, knotted hair.

Even if I told myself to be calm, my heart was still trembling.

I just closed my eyes, but the feeling became clearer.

I don't want to move, and I don't want to make a sound. I just want this moment to continue, all the time. Knowing that the Tao is impossible, and still so hopeful.

For a long time, the sound of footsteps outside the door broke the silence of this moment.

Meng suddenly came back to his senses, opened his eyes, and happened to crash into a pair of black eyes.

didn't have time to come back to his senses, his hands were warm, and the Luan Feng match that he couldn't send in the Meng family was lying in his palm.

frowned, and was about to open his mouth, but was grabbed by Shen Xuan's wrist, "Three books and six ceremonies, all ready, Twelve Lang still want to resign?" Could it be that Xuan is not sincere? ”

Meng glared and talked nonsense! Believe it or not, he really bites?

"Then keep it." Shen Xuan straightened up, his fingers brushed the side of Meng's neck, "Choose an auspicious day, Xuan will visit Twelve Lang's house again." ”

Grandpa Guo made the final decision, Uncle Meng rubbed Wen Yu in his hand, opened his mouth, but the words were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

If you can't say it, you won't say it.

With a horizontal heart, he grabbed Shen Xuan's collar and kissed him directly.

After a while, the voice of a waiter came from outside the door.

Shen Xuan raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and his smile dazzled Meng's eyes, "Twelve Lang's mind is like this, Xuan is very pleased." ”

Meng: "......"

He has indeed been imagining the future of Tongmeiren, but the situation in front of him, no matter how you look at it, looks like he has been abducted, right?

Is it a loss or a gain?

After thinking hard, an inexplicable sadness and indignation suddenly rose in my heart.

I couldn't catch the second generation of Hou to take a bite, I could only turn my grief and anger into appetite, and in the expression of the waiter as if I had seen a ghost, I swept the dishes, and for the first time in my life, I won the grandfather surnamed Shen at the dinner table.

Looking at the empty dishes, and then looking at Meng who was strolling all over the ground, Grandpa Guo began to think about a very deep life question, looking for this, what kind of vision did he have?

Shen Xuan stayed in Daning City for three days, and Meng was absent from work for three days.

Dingguo Gong did not leave, Xingningbo obviously had no time and interest in work,

The top leader is absent from work and does not work, and in order to ensure work efficiency, the people below can only redouble their efforts.

Headed by Zhu Wang, in just three days, the Daning Metropolitan Division was collectively promoted to a national treasure. With comparison, everyone found out how strong Xingningbo's personal ability is because he doesn't show mountains and dew on weekdays.

On the fourth day, Meng sent Shen Xuan away, and when he appeared at the Yamen of the Dusi, the Dusi immediately set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Without Meng's leader, he really can't play.

Accustomed to an efficient and fast way of working, and then returning to the previous work mode, not to mention the second-in-command and third-in-command, even the clerical officials below have to frown.

Under the leadership of Hinningbo, he discovered the potential of workaholism one after another. If Zhu Yuanzhang is still alive, the Daning Metropolitan Division will definitely be praised.

If officials from other provinces come to learn advanced experience, they will certainly be shocked by the enthusiasm for work in the yamen.

The people who come and go from the yamen, every step is like flying, racing against time.

The person who holds the palm print, moves the pen like flying, disagrees with each other, and directly discusses the truth with his fists.

A burst of fist and leg wind, solving official business, and also decompressing by the way.

This is a group of out-and-out workaholics, fighters who are always fighting on the front line of the post.

It's not that Zhu Wang and others are born like this, it's just that work is directly linked to performance bonuses.

Who is Hinningber? Jane's fierce man in the heart of the emperor, a kind man who made a fortune with the Daning Dusi and the border army.

Work under him, and if you work hard, you will be rewarded. If you don't work hard, how many people are waiting in line to compete for posts.

Under the fierce competition, the work efficiency of Daning Dusi is naturally soaring like a rocket.

Taking Daning as a reference, along with the personnel being seconded one after another, the efficient and fast office mode radiates to the periphery in a fan-shaped shape. Jizhou, Liaodong, Kaiyuan, Guangning, Xuanfu, Shuntian Bafu, and the various departments and yamen began to make great strides forward.

Everyone else was rushing forward in a frenzy, sweating all the way, and he was slowly moving forward with a figure-eight turtle, and was left behind, no matter how thick Rao is skin is, he couldn't hold it.

Imperceptibly, the working patterns and rhythms of officials in Nanjing and Beijing have become very different, which has caused many problems......

Officials in Beijing were transferred to Nanjing, and after reporting on the report, they started to work, and immediately blackened their faces. What can be done in half an hour, if it has to be delayed for one day, and if it can't be done in one day, it will be a waste of time, a waste of money in the court, and a waste of personal life! Such a trend must not be promoted, roll up your sleeves, go up, and impeach!

The officials in Nanjing were transferred to Beijing, and they were also not used to it, and when they went to work in the yamen, they seemed to have come to another world, and what about the gentleman's demeanor? What about the chic of the doctors? None of them. The hall officials and pushers rolled up their arms and sleeves, and the six heavenly officials slapped the table and smashed the stool, not for the words of the sage, but for the amount of taxes that should be levied on the caravan, what should be planted next year's spring ploughing, and what the results of the border army going to the grassland to "exchange" the herd, and so on, it is simply insulting! Impeachment, impeachment must be done!

The quarrel between the north and the south of the capital, which ran through the entire Yongle Dynasty, also became another unique scenery in the Ming officialdom.

Meng, as the initiator, is rarely mentioned. After all, there is a precedent for Zhao Wei and Chen Ying, and the officials have a consensus, there is nothing to provoke Xingningbo, this is definitely a tumbler, and he does not have the ability to smash through the steel plate with one punch, don't be boring, you hit your head, but there is no ambulance.

Throughout September, Meng has been busy.

Consolidated the border defense, sent people to the south by boat, and joined Zheng He's fleet to the East, which was approaching October, but still could not be idle.

After inspecting Confucianism in Daning and the private schools in the surrounding villages, Meng Shangshu court asked Daning to set up Confucianism and Weixue.

The instructor and Confucian teacher are ready-made, and the Jinyi guard is passing through the sieve in the court, and every three or five unlucky eggs are sent to the remote areas to support the teaching. Especially in recent times, there has been an endless stream of teams coming from the south, and there is absolutely no shortage of talents in Daning. As long as the imperial court permits, Meng has absolute confidence that Confucianism and Weixue will be done well.

According to what Song Shu wrote, in addition to recruiting the children of the border people and the border army, there were also places for the Tatar and Jurchen tribes that belonged to it. Tribal leaders and the children of military officers can be admitted to school after passing the examination. But I can also skip the exam. Even if he does not take the imperial examination and martial arts, he can learn Chinese characters, read Chinese, and after returning to the tribe, he is a veritable cultural person.

It is extremely important for the Ming Dynasty to evaluate the performance of officials and run schools and educate the townships.

Educating the barbarians is also the merit of the emperor.

Meng's move was in line with Zhu Di's thoughts, and the application was quickly approved, and the imperial court also sent several Confucian teachers to help Meng run the school.

In fact, the school running in Meng Jilu's plan is still a little different from what Emperor Yongle thought. But before the matter is completed, there must be no leakage of half a trace of speech, except for Shen Xuan, even Dao Yan does not know his true intentions.

After all, not everyone is like him, who knows the history of the Tao hundreds of years from now and is trying to change it.

The team of teachers sent by the imperial court had not yet set sail from the capital, and the fleet led by Zheng He had set sail from Ningbo, guided by the coastal map, to the first destination of the trip, Japan.

Due to the large number of people who wanted to take the downwind boat, the number of ships increased to nearly 200, and the number of personnel was close to 30,000.

The sails were raised, and Zheng He stood at the bow of the boat, his expression resolute, very majestic and mighty.

When the fleet sailed out of the harbor and sailed away through the waves, the mighty Gonggong Zheng finally changed his face and pounced on the side of the ship.

Like him, there is also Wang Jinghong as a deputy envoy.

After spitting up, Zheng He sat on the deck, rinsed his mouth, took out the porcelain bottle, poured a pill and put it in his mouth, the bitter taste of the nose finally relieved the tumbling river and sea in the stomach.

Wang Jinghong looked at it, out of the ease of his colleagues, Zheng Gonggong gave two pills in friendship, and there would be no more.

After taking medicine, the symptoms of seasickness were alleviated, and seeing Zheng He crying in the wind, Wang Jinghong was very surprised, "Father-in-law Zheng, why is this?" ”

"Our family remembered the verdict of Zhao Yuan, who gave away medicine, so we cried."

"Is it for gratitude?"

"Nature."

Wang Jinghong: "......"

If you are grateful, what is this gritted teeth?