The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and in the city of Daning, pedestrians are walking around.

On the ridge outside the city, the soldiers and strong men wiped their faces fiercely, and they were cold from the rain, but they were still smiling. This spring came early, the rain was timely, and as long as there was no locust plague, it would be a good year. There are also good seeds issued by the imperial court, and there is no need for boats to transport grain, and the soldiers in the border can still eat their stomachs.

All of this is thanks to Xingningbo, if he is not alone, Daning will not be where he is today.

Meng someone, who was thanked by the soldiers, was not in a good situation at the moment.

When he returned to Bofu, his robe was already soaked, and the water droplets dripped down his sideburns when he removed his head, and as soon as he picked up the cloth towel, he sneezed twice.

Rubbing his nose, he has been busy recently, sleeping less than three hours a day, and it rains again, I am afraid that he has a cold.

Just thinking about whether to ask a good doctor to take a look, Shen Xuan had already called his guards and ordered the kitchen to boil ginger soup.

"Boil more, drink a bowl." Meng wiped his hair and added, "Let's go and change your clothes first, be careful not to catch a cold." ”

The guards were ordered to leave, the door was closed, and there was a gust of wind, Meng sneezed twice, his head was a little dizzy, and he was afraid that he was really sick.

A large hand suddenly covered his forehead, and before he could say anything, he was surrounded by a familiar breath, and the cloth towel in his hand was removed, and the man was pressed to sit on a round stool. Slender fingers brushed his cheeks, brushing through his undried hair.

"Grandpa Guo?"

"What, the strength is heavy?"

"Nope."

Meng shook his head, closed his eyes, and didn't say anything more.

Perhaps the pressure on his head was too comfortable, and he fell asleep in a daze. There was a knock on the door, and he was suddenly awakened to find that he had been hugged by Shen Xuan to the couch.

"Come in."

The deep voice seemed to be in the ear, and it seemed to float far away.

The sound of the door being pushed open was particularly clear, and the footsteps of the visitor were constantly amplified.

"Grandpa Guo, the ginger soup is ready."

"Go get a good doctor."

"Yes."

The voice was far away, and Meng was still drowsy.

He wanted to open his eyes or sit up, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and his limbs were weak, and he couldn't exert any strength.

With all my might, it still seemed like a layer of mist was gathering in front of me.

"Twelve."

The body was propped up, the palms covered the cheeks, and the fingertips were covered with thin calluses, and Meng couldn't help but rub it.

The edge of the porcelain bowl touches the lips, and the spicy taste is pungent. Meng frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push it away, but his hand never lifted.

The ginger soup slipped down the corners of his mouth, Meng frowned even tighter, and simply turned around and buried himself in Shen Xuan's arms, unable to survive or die.

Obviously there is not much strength, but this action is crisp and neat, without dragging the mud and water.

Shen Xuan held the bowl and looked at the one in his arms, his expression seemed to be a little helpless, but he also seemed to find it interesting.

I already had a cold, and I couldn't continue like this.

Grandpa Guo's strength is not comparable to Uncle Meng, and after earning twice, he was still pulled over his shoulder.

Shen Xuan raised his head, drank the remaining half bowl of ginger soup, put down the bowl, held up Meng's chin, and fed it directly.

The ginger soup is spicy.

The breath on his lips is so hot that it melts.

Meng's head became even more dizzy, he struggled to open his eyes and grabbed Shen Xuan's wrist, "I will dye your ......"

"No problem."

Shen Xuan hugged Meng tighter, his thumb brushed the corner of Meng's mouth, and his lips were printed on his forehead, "It's still a little hot, the good doctor will be here later." ”

The ginger soup played a role, Meng was no longer so uncomfortable, leaned on Shen Xuan's arms, and instead of sneezing, he yawned.

"Don't sleep yet."

"Yes."

"Wait for a good doctor to diagnose the pulse."

"Oh."

"Twelve."

“……”

Meng Quan didn't know what happened next. Tiredness and sleepiness tugged at him together, drawing him into a dark sweet scent.

Meng Shishilang fell asleep instantly, and Dingguo Gong was silent.

After a while, he pinched Meng's earlobe, leaned over and rubbed his cheek, and opened his mouth to bite, but he was reluctant to use force, after all, he liked it, and he could only admit it anyway.

When the good doctor arrived, Meng was sleeping on the floor covered with a quilt. Shen Xuan, who was refreshed, stood by the couch, flipping through the official documents sent by Dushi in his hand.

The good doctor saluted, "Grandpa Guo." ”

Shen Xuan bowed, "It's troublesome." ”

"Don't dare."

The good doctor put down the medicine box, first wiped his hands with a cloth towel, and waited for his fingers to warm up, then walked to the couch, took out Meng's hand, and checked his pulse.

Outside, the wind and rain showed no signs of stopping.

The good doctor's expression was no longer relaxed, and he changed his other wrist to re-examine, and the hand stroking his beard paused.

Shen Xuan put down the official document and looked at the good doctor, "Isn't it a cold?" ”

After pondering for a moment, the good doctor said: "Grandpa Guo, Uncle has a thin body, and I am afraid that it will cause a dark disease." The old man wrote a prescription, took two doses first, and waited for the heat to subside, and then slowly recuperated. ”

"Dark disease?"

"Uncle should have suffered trauma in his early years, although there is good medicine, but unfortunately he can't fully recover."

The good doctor of the Bofu was recommended by the Zhao Yuan, and his medical skills were excellent, and he also knew Meng's situation very well, so he sighed, "Uncle is still too much--hard-work." In the long run, I am afraid that it will hinder the number of lifespans. ”

"Please ask the good doctor to bother more."

"Lao Tzu should do his best."

The good doctor wrote the prescription, told the medicine boy to boil the medicine himself, and got up to say goodbye.

Sending the good doctor away, Shen Xuan had no intention of reading the official document again, sat on the edge of the couch, stared for a long time, and suddenly hugged the person into his arms, and his strength became stronger and stronger.

If you identify him, you must accompany him for a long time!

“…… Ziyu? ”

Even if you are sleeping, you will wake up when you are held like this.

Meng yawned, leaned on Shen Xuan's shoulder, his eyes half-open and half-closed, "Has the good doctor come?" ”

"Yes."

"What did you say?"

“……”

"How?"

The next moment, the strength on Meng's body suddenly increased, so big that he thought that he would be strangled to death.

"Ziyu."

Shen Xuan ignored it and continued to hug.

"Grandpa Guo."

Continue to ignore and continue to hug.

"Shen Xuan!"

Still not moving.

Meng was angry, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, ripped open Shen Xuan's collar and bit down.

If he doesn't bite it, he is almost out of breath.

Peony flowers die, do ghosts also-wind-flow?

Ahh

Shen Xuan is a beauty, and he is not happy to be such a merry-flow-ghost.

Just say goodbye to a good life, and when you arrive at the Hades Palace, you can make the little ghost laugh.

Shen Xuan turned his head sideways, looking at Meng Shishilang, whose eyes were on fire but still had no strength, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly smiled.

Meng glared at him angrily, "Funny? "He almost died!

"Nope." Shen Xuan took Meng in his arms, drew the hosta in the middle of the departure, and his long black hair fell down and brushed Meng's cheeks. The white jade-like fingers shuttled between the hair, and the hair of the two was entwined between the fingers, tightly tied together.

"I knot my hair in Twelve, and I will never change my life."

This situation and this scene should be very moving.

Meng squinted, looked at the black hair tied together, and muttered secretly, can this still be unraveled? If you can't untie it, you have to move the scissors.

Fortunately, he just thought about it in his heart and dared to say it, even if he was still sick, Dingguo Gong would not spare him.

You can't swallow your lower abdomen, but it's okay to take a few bites.

After the decoction was boiled, Meng pinched his nose and drank it in a few sips, the bitter taste spread from his mouth to his stomach, and his facial features were wrinkled.

Good medicine is bitter, doesn't mean that a good doctor must prescribe bitter medicine, right?

However, compared to the good doctors of the former Yanwang Mansion who made the military men frightened, this one in his own mansion should be quite good. At least he won't have the whimsical idea to use golden needles-puncture-acupoints-to treat colds.

After eating and drinking medicine, Meng was crooked on the couch, holding his chin, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, drowsy.

The official documents have full authority to work for the country, and he doesn't even need to stamp the official seal. When you encounter Shen Xuan's unknown place, you can move your mouth.

When the lamp was in hand, the official document was reduced by more than half, and Meng glanced at the leak, "Grandpa Guo, rest, I will come tomorrow for the rest." ”

Hearing Meng's words, Shen Xuan curled his lips and chuckled, and under the candle flame, his eyebrows and eyes became more and more exquisite, "Twelve Lang will rest first." ”

He has a charming appearance, a deep voice, and a gentle voice.

In the past, Meng Dingran wanted to wipe his saliva. But now, he felt a little hairy.

It's really too difficult to guess the temperament of Grandpa Guo, it's not impossible to give a sweet jujube first, fatten it and then eat enough to eat it.

Meng's expression was too obvious, and it was impossible for Shen Xuan to ignore it.

"Twelve Lang doesn't rest?"

"If you don't sleep, I'm not at ease."

When the words fell, Meng wanted to give himself a mouthful.

Shen Xuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Okay."

Put down the official documents, the grandfather of the country - wide - clothes - on the bed, people fished over, hugged - in the arms, blowing - lamp, sleeping - sleeping.

Grandpa Guo was in a mood-happy-pleasant, and had a good night's sleep, but Meng was beating a drum in his heart, and he reluctantly went to meet Zhou Gong at dawn.

When Shen Xuan woke up, when he got up, and when he finished processing the official documents, he didn't know at all. It wasn't until he was awakened to take medicine that he suddenly realized that he had slept all day.

"Grandpa Guo instructed, Uncle woke up and ate something first, and then boiled the medicine."

A bowl of porridge and a few dishes were simple, but they made Meng have a great appetite.

The porridge was swept away, and he was not half full, and he still wanted to eat, but was stopped by the good doctor who came to check his pulse.

Uncle glared, he wanted to eat, hungry and sick.

The good doctor shook his head, the uncle is sick, and he should eat as much as possible, eating too much is not conducive to recovery.

Uncle bared his teeth, is a bowl of porridge too much?

The good doctor insisted, just one bowl, and no more spoonful would be enough.

Uncle clenched his fists and deducted his salary! Pay must be deducted!

The good doctor couldn't move, and said leisurely: "Uncle, please stretch out your hand, the old man will diagnose your pulse." "If you deduct your salary, you will deduct your salary, and if you dare not adhere to your principles, you will slow down Uncle Meng's recovery period, and Dingguo Gong's relationship will be even more difficult.

Is salary or life important?

The latter, of course.

Since the return of the Duke of Dingguo, the guards and Jinyi guards in the palace have tightened their skins, except for the urgent official documents that must be passed by Xingningbo, no one dares to show up in the Bofu.

The prestige of the Duke of Dingguo can be seen.

For the sake of his life, he would rather be deducted from his salary, but he must also let Xingningbo get better as soon as possible.

After checking the pulse, the good doctor picked up the pen, "Uncle's wind and cold are no longer hindered, but Uncle hurt his foundation in the early years, and he will prescribe a prescription for Uncle to take it for a few days." If you want to recover, Uncle still needs to relax and recuperate for more time. ”

Meng is not a person who messes around and doesn't know what to do. The good doctor is always for his good, and the deduction of salary or something is just lip service, and after taking the prescription, he still solemnly thanked the good doctor. Only when the good doctor stroked his beard and head, he couldn't help but ask: "After taking the medicine, can I eat another bowl of porridge?" It's a big deal to exercise more after meals. ”

Are you still exercising when you're sick like this?

In a fit of rage, the good doctor pulled off two beards.

In the following days, Meng never went to the yamen and took leave directly.

Every time Dingguo Gong arrives in Daning, Xingningbo has to take leave, which is no secret. It's just that unlike before, this time, Meng is not sick, but really sick.

Xingningbo was unable to organize the scheduling work during his illness, and Zhu Wang, the commander of Daningdu, could only take over the baton. Fortunately, the regulations for all the work have been set, and there is a Dingguo Gong on the side to supervise the work, and the tuntian, military training, border defense, and the opening of mutual markets are all being carried out in an orderly manner. Even if there is a mistake, it is not too big a problem, and it can be corrected.

Supervising the work of the Daning Capital Division is only incidental, and the Daning Miscellaneous Manufacturing Bureau is the focus of Shen Xuan's work.

In mid-April, five more claireyes were sent to Nanjing, and the Son of Heaven issued an edict to transfer the craftsmen who made clairvoyants to Beijing, but instead of joining the Ordnance Bureau, they sent lieutenants from the palace to set up a military war bureau in Beijing to supervise the construction.

As soon as the edict was issued, Song Li, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry in Beijing, and Huang Fu, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry in Nanjing, went up at the same time and raised objections.

Obviously said yes, people belong to the Ordnance Bureau, why should the War Bureau be horizontally inserted? Even if it's the Son of Heaven, you can't let people go through the back door so openly!

The Ordnance Bureau is a government department and is run by officials from the Ministry of Industry. The War Bureau is one of the eight bureaus of the Inner Court, which is run by eunuchs. The function of both departments is to be in charge of the manufacture of weapons and firearms, and the War Bureau is also in charge of the Gunpowder Division.

The departments are different, the responsibilities are the same, one is under the jurisdiction of the six departments of the imperial court, and the other is controlled by the eunuchs of the inner court.

Throughout the Ming Dynasty, only eunuchs were the ones who had the courage to fight with the civil official group and did not fall behind. No matter how arrogant the brocade guard is, he can't be arrogant as a eunuch. A civil official can beat the commander of the Jinyi guard to death in the palace, but he has not heard of any eunuch who was beaten to death by the civil official in the palace.

Now, the Son of Heaven has classified the craftsmen who make clairvoyances into the War Bureau, how can the Ordnance Bureau be convinced?

The Ministry of Industry in Beijing and the Ministry of Industry in Nanjing, Emperor Yongle did not ignore it, nor did he refute it in front of the palace. After retiring from the dynasty, Huang Fu was summoned to Xinuan Pavilion, and the monarch and ministers had a long talk. Except for Huang Fu, only Dao Yan was present, and even the internal officials retreated to the Warm Pavilion.

It took half an hour for the door of the Xinuan Pavilion to open.

Huang Fu changed his seriousness when he came, and when he stepped out of the warm pavilion, he had a smile on his face, like a bath-spring-wind. also greeted Hou Xian in a friendly manner, which made Hou Xian goosebumps.

Huang Shangshu took the wrong medicine today, right?

Three days later, Huang Fu, the secretary of the Nanjing Ministry of Industry, was transferred to the Beijing Criminal Department, and Song Li, the secretary of the Beijing Ministry of Industry, also received an edict from the Son of Heaven, saying that there were sharper weapons to be handed over to the Ordnance Bureau for manufacturing. The king is not false, and the Son of Heaven is sharp, and it is definitely true. Song Li had the bottom in his heart, and finally stopped being sparse in three days, and fought with the military battle bureau on the basis of reason.

At the beginning of May, Bai Yan returned to Beijing to take up his post with the imperial decree of the Son of Heaven. Since then, he has been the palm seal eunuch of the Beijing War Bureau. Although he left Nanjing, he could not continue to serve by the side of Emperor Yongle, but with the right to be in charge of the military war, even Zheng He and Hou Xian did not dare to underestimate him.

By the time Meng got the news, the matter had already settled.

A group of Daning's craftsmen were transferred, and a new batch was recruited, and the beating in the workshop never stopped, but the workshop that made the clairvoyant mirror was sealed off, and it would not continue to work until the materials and tools were cleaned up.

The new workshop has been built and is being put into use one after another.

Under the supervision of the ambassador of the Miscellaneous Fabrication Bureau, eight Japanese craftsmen began forging the first batch of Japanese swords.

From iron frying to smelting and casting, and then to non-stop forging.

Each process is supervised by a special person.

At first, the eight Japanese craftsmen were reluctant to work in one place, let alone teach the art of casting.

The ambassador of the Miscellaneous Manufacturing Bureau reported the matter, Meng sneered, and asked the Jinyi guards in the house to help, and the eight widows were tied up and locked up in a small black house for two days, without whipping or putting on bamboo sticks, and then released, but they were all too honest to be more honest, let them do what they do, one password and one action, there is no other word.

"So, why bother toasting without eating and drinking?"

Standing in front of the workshop where the Japanese people cast knives, Meng was dressed in a red unicorn suit, with a jade hairpin, and his eyebrows and eyes were crooked.

For Diash, he still has a little patience, to deal with these widows, sweet dates don't have to be given, just put on the stick, it works better than anything.

Zhao Baihu of Jinyiwei stood aside, pondering how to write the note to Commander Yang.

In general, helping to teach these widows a lesson does not violate Jinyiwei's professional standards and professional ethics. But if you think about it seriously, it is still a little beyond the scope of work, and it is better to report it to your boss.

Commander Yang would not transfer him back to Nanjing in a fit of anger and throw him into Nanzhen to live in Fusi for a few days, and it would be completely fine. Zhao Baihu said that with the experience of learning martial arts with Dingguo Gong, the brothers of Nanzhen Fusi tried their best, and he could still bear it!

I really should have asked Commander Yang to come to Daning to take a look in person, compared with Dingguo Gong Xingningbo, the Jinyiwei of the Fusi of the North and South Zhenfu Division is definitely a good young man, not cruel at all.

The craftsmen of the Japanese people honestly cast the knives, and the craftsmen selected from the miscellaneous manufacturing bureau carefully observed and studied on the sidelines, and soon discovered the knack of the Japanese people casting knives, and began to improve the technique of casting waist knives. Soon, the Daning defenders found that the newly issued waist knife was obviously sharper and more durable than the previous one, and it was extremely handy to cut it down.

The experiment was successful, and Meng ordered the best craftsmen to gather and forge three long knives to be presented to the Son of Heaven.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui got the news from somewhere, and sent someone to Daning to send a letter to Meng, the theme is very clear, good things should be shared with good friends, and good knives are naturally the same.

Looking at Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's wild grass, Meng endured a few endurances, and finally got up with the case.

Lao Tzu squeezed him, and his son came to exploit him again, he XXX! I will never be friends with the surname Zhu in my next life!

Anger is angry, and the knife still has to be given.

But Meng obviously forgot that Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui came to ask for friendship, will Zhu Neng and Zhang Fu and others be far away?

Three well-crafted long knives were sent into the capital, Zhu Di was overjoyed, tried the knife on the spot, the blades struck, and the long knife in Zhu Neng's hand broke in response.

"Good knives!"

Zhu Di held the long knife with a bright snow, looking at the blade that could reflect the face of a person, and he really loved it.

Even Zhu Gaochi, who is a good writer, couldn't take his eyes off it, not to mention Zhu Neng, Xu Huizu and others, their eyes were even brighter, not because of the majesty of the Son of Heaven, they would definitely grab it.

Soon after the knife was delivered to Nanjing, Meng received letters from Xu Zengshou, Marquis of Wuyang, and Zhang Fu, the letter of Anbo.

Looking at the envelope, he was still surprised.

Unfold the letter and petrify in an instant.

Two letters, read in the time of a cup of tea. Meng Shishilang was silent for a long time, looking at the beam of the house at a forty-five degree angle, a knife can be exchanged for the friendship of Wei Guogong, recorded in the history books, who would believe it? Bacheng will also make all kinds of research to confirm that the historian who recorded this incident is pure nonsense.

In May of the third year of Yongle, the long knife presented by Daning was sent to Nanjing, which caused a sensation among the generals. Like the previous clairvoyant, the emperor has three monopolities, regardless of the brother-in-law and brother-in-law, no one will give it to him.

In the same month, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui received a wooden box from Daning, and when they opened the lid, the sharp blade wrapped in the shark's scabbard was lying quietly in it.

At the end of May, in Bofu, Dias finally restored the artillery drawings, and when he ran to Meng Biaogong with a stubbled beard, he saw not the smiling and amiable Xingningbo, but Shen Xuan, the Duke of Dingguo with a frosty face and eyes like blades.

It is very unfortunate that the justice of the country is wiping the knife.

His gaze swept over, and the blade seemed to reflect the light of blood, and Dias suddenly felt a little weak, and a hallelujah was directly choked back into his throat.