The sound of hunting wind is like ten thousand ants devouring wood.

Today's Jingshi is still shrouded in fog, the sky is the same color, and the gravel blowing from the north gradually covers the magnificent golden tiles of the Forbidden City, leaving only a piece of red and yellow, plain and pure like a Song painting.

In the duty room of the celebrant supervisor, Wei Zhongxian listened to the report of the official school rushed back from Luoyang, and immediately understood the meaning.

Instantly, his eyes moved slightly.

In terms of the decision-making of the grand strategy, there is no doubt that the emperor expressed his support for Xiong Tingbi and Hong Chengchou's joint request, but he did not want to move the Liao and Shen armies lightly, so he also happened to give Sun Chengzong a face, and use Yuan Chonghuan.

It's just that...

This Yuan Chonghuan only built his own ancestral hall a few days ago, and presented this "Returning to the Snow Picture", which is said to be a masterpiece of Song Huizong.

The gift has been received, and the ancestral hall has acquiesced, at this time, the emperor asked Yuan Chonghuan to sneak attack the nest of Jiannu, but he quietly beat Sun Chengzong's recital back.

This will is not easy to deliver.

Thinking about it, Wei Zhongxian's slightly rough hand gently stroked this picture.

Take a closer look, only to see that the white powder on this picture is snow, splashing ink and halo beams, even if he is a layman who does not like elegance, he can also see that the brushwork is not good.

Wei Zhongxian has never climbed the mountains, nor has he traveled to the north and south of the great river, went to the bitter cold land of the frontier, and saw such snowy scenes. For a while, I couldn't put it down.

Song Huizong grew up in the deep palace, but he was able to make the frozen snow paintings of the cold river full of interest and affection.

Wei Zhongxian laughed at himself, the meaning in Song Huizong's paintings, people like him, can't understand it at all.

As the Son of Heaven like His Majesty today, he can have such a demeanor, and as far as the eye can see, it is thousands of miles away.

Wei Zhongxian thought about it like this, and after a while, he reluctantly closed the picture and sighed: "According to the emperor's intentions, let's draft the purpose." ”

The little eunuch was stunned when he heard this, and asked: "Grandpa, if these two wills go down, Yuan Chonghuan will cultivate the ancestral hall again, and send you another painting, won't this thought be in vain..."

"The emperor listens to you, won't you persuade you?"

Hearing this, Wei Zhongxian's eyes were like swords, and he shot over sharply, sneering: "The emperor listens to me? ”

"You're wrong!"

"The emperor only listens to himself."

As he spoke, Wei Zhongxian suddenly fell into despair, leaned back in his chair, let the palace maid rub his head lightly, closed his eyes and said:

"As eunuchs, even if we have something we like, and we have a conflict with the emperor, we still have to give it up as soon as possible."

"What do you see under my feet?"

The little eunuch looked at Wei Zhongxian's feet, and he was mistaken, and said with a flattering smile: "Go back to the old grandfather, it is Jiangnan who went to pay tribute to the year, and the blanket of high quality, the emperor rewarded you before he set out on the expedition——"

"I don't blame you..."Wei Zhongxian was not surprised, and in the eyes of the little eunuch for no reason, he said:

"At the foot of this governor, there is a single-plank bridge, and under the single-plank bridge, there is a turbulent river."

The little gelding was also frightened, and his face turned pale with fright, "Then if you take a wrong step, then it's fine!" ”

"And he fell to pieces!"

Wei Zhongxian sneered a few times.

"This "Returning in the Snow", the middle palace lady should like it, so it is said that Yuan Chonghuan won the small battle and captured it from Houjin."

"The slave understands."

When the little eunuch retreated, Wei Zhongxian sighed and looked in the direction of Ning Yuan.

Yuan Chonghuan, the governor wants to help you very much, but the emperor has a clear attitude towards you, and the governor has already accepted the gift, helping you is a favor, and helping you can only be like this.

Say a few more words and I'll get involved.

......

In recent days, the weather in Jingshi has been like this, so dark that it makes people's hearts feel stuffy, Zhang Yan couldn't stay in Kunning Palace, so she came out for a walk.

"Niangniang, today as in the past, will you go to Banzai Mountain to pray for the emperor?"

On the way, I met Concubine Yu, who also came out to let off steam.

The two made an appointment and went to the Banzai Mountain Temple to pray for the emperor, hoping that there would be fewer deaths in the southwest war, and the emperor would be able to win the battle and calm the war in the southwest as soon as possible.

Coming down from Banzai Mountain, the two girls came to the edge of the pond.

They walked faster and faster, until the palace people couldn't follow, Concubine Yu walked well, because she was a little nervous next to the queen, but Zhang Yan picked up a palm of water and stuffed it into her neck.

"Wow!"

Tong Jing'er jumped up, hurriedly shaking off the coolness coming down from her neck, and her funny appearance made Zhang Yan laugh.

Without thinking about it, she also picked up a palm of clear pool water and threw it at Zhang Yan, who was smiling.

For a moment, the smile on Zhang Yan's face froze, and she looked at the water marks on the brocade clothes in a daze, she was wearing the best brocade clothes that North Korea paid tribute to after the seal this year, smooth and delicate.

Concubine Yu's water splashed on it, and it was slightly cool, and it slid straight down, leaving only a water mark.

Zhang Yan seemed to have been hit hard, and she didn't come back to her senses for a while, her eyelashes trembled, and a few small drops of water took the opportunity to slip down, making her eyes clearer.

"You are so bold, you dare to hit the queen if you commit the following crimes!"

At first, Tong Jing'er was a little afraid, but since she had already committed something, she made a fearless appearance, pouting and saying coquettishly:

"Even if Niangniang treats me for my crimes, you can't throw away your brocade clothes, I'll just do this and get Niangniang wet."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yan took advantage of her unpreparedness, picked up a palm of pool water, pounced on her face, and said with a smile:

"Then it's wetter, and when it's soaked, this palace will give you a set of brocade clothes."

"Mother——, I don't want it!"

Tong Jing'er and Zhang Yan are both teenage girls, and the two of them ran away and chased each other, and when they ran across the pond, they had to raise a palm of water to splash each other.

They fought all the way, until the people in the accompanying palace were thrown away, and they shook each other's hands and walked around.

Frolicking sometimes, the two girls finally got tired of falling in love.

Zhang Yan leaned on the palace wall, smiling and gasping, for a moment, and then looked at the dim sky in the southwest, her eyes sparkling and thoughtful.

"You say, is the emperor now thousands of miles away, carrying a sword and cutting people? Swing it down and swipe it, and you'll cut off a bandit's head! ”

Tong Jing'er tilted her head, shook her legs, shook her head and said, "I don't know, when the army marches and fights, the emperor's life must be more difficult than ours." ”

Zhang Yan nodded and sat beside her.

At this moment, they seem to have returned to their childhood home many years ago, removing the heavy shackles in the palace and regaining their lives.

At the same time, the war broke out again in Liaodong.

......

The stars are dotted, and the Ming army and the Korean army in Yiju City are being besieged by the blue flag led by Amin, and people are dying every moment.

Looking at the light of the fires that stretched for miles outside the city, everyone felt hopeless.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Densely packed with Houjin soldiers, pushing shield carts and setting up ladders, under the personal supervision of Amin, they were frantically attacking the city.

Under the order of General Mao Wenlong, Lu Shiju, a guerrilla general guarding Yizhou, raised his tiger eyes and clenched the saber full of gaps in his hand.

"It seems that these slave soldiers are going to fight to the death with our Dongjiang army!"

"Pass the order, shoot the fuck!"

Soon, the Ming army and the North Korean army in the city began to counterattack, they brought boxes of shells, carried out simple processing, and began to load the cannon in an orderly manner.

The artillery and muskets of the Ming army, if the quality is good, and they still form a certain scale, it is definitely a nightmare for the post-Jin soldiers.

After the Ming army saw the head of the city, the Jin soldiers came to attack again, and the sound of artillery bombardment that shook the ground and the mountains sounded first, and every shell hit the shield car, it was broken wood flying sideways, and it exploded one piece in a row.

After waiting, Jin Bing finally rushed to the city, and a more terrifying scene came.

At the head of the city, the Ming army's muskets were fired in unison, and countless lead bullets slanted like hailstones, hitting the body, which was a bloody flesh hole.

Even Amin, who thought he was brave, swallowed his saliva when he saw this spectacular scene, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he quietly took a few steps back.