Daimyo's house.

A fair-skinned, very thin man wearing an official uniform, frowning and looking at the post newspaper in his hand, and sighing from time to time, this person is Lu Xiangsheng, the prefect of the Daimyo Mansion.

Lu Xiangsheng, who was admitted to the Jinshi in the second year of the Apocalypse, was first appointed as the head of the household department, promoted to the rank of foreign officer, and finally became the prefect of the daimyo.

"Master, Mr. Zhu Tinghuan said that he had something important to discuss with you, please see if you can see it."

A family member knocked on the door, stood in front of the door and looked at Lu Xiangsheng, and asked softly.

"Please".

Lu Xiangsheng also knew Zhu Tinghuan's intention this time, but he and Zhu Tinghuan were friends of life and death, and if he refused it, it would be a little bad.

"See the prefect, the little student Zhu Tinghuan".

Not long after, a young man in his early 20s, dressed in a cyan robe, looking gentle and elegant, wearing a bachelor's headscarf, appeared in front of Lu Xiangsheng.

"Okay, there are no outsiders here, don't be so alien between you and my brothers."

Lu Xiangsheng showed a dissatisfied smile and hugged Zhu Tinghuan, who saluted him.

"Brother Jiandou, the etiquette cannot be abolished, as a white ding, I naturally have to salute when I see the prefect."

Zhu Tinghuan saw Lu Xiangsheng supporting him, although he was very happy in his heart, but he had a serious face.

"Okay, okay, it will never be like this in the future, you are satisfied."

Lu Xiangsheng said this, but Zhu Tinghuan knew that the next time he saw him, he would definitely be like this. After all, because of this matter, he didn't mention it to Lu Xiangsheng once or twice.

After the two sat down, Lu Xiangsheng arranged for the family to serve tea. After taking a sip of tea, the two looked at each other, but they didn't say a word.

"Brother Jiandou really decided to do this, you must know that Brother Jiandou is now a Jinshi, and he has become the prefect of the Daimyo, and his future will definitely be bright.

Once you really enter this trip in the future, you must have already considered what the consequences will be."

In the end, Zhu Tinghuan couldn't help it, and looked at Lu Xiangsheng with a serious face.

"Hahaha, I really can't help but say it."

After Lu Xiangsheng heard Zhu Tinghuan's words, he laughed out loud and made a little joke with him.

"Okay, Brother Jiandou, we're talking about business."

Zhu Tinghuan also knew that he had made a big face, and he forced a smile on his face and pretended to have a serious expression, which made people look a little funny.

"Okay, okay, I'm not kidding".

Lu Xiangsheng straightened his face.

"I know that you are thinking about me, but now that I am in the midst of a storm, I don't know how many officials there are in the world, but there are not many military attachés.

Jiandou is not talented, and he is willing to abandon his pen to fight on the battlefield from Rong, and pay tribute to my Ming Dynasty. Even if there are 10,000 people, I will also go to the past."

"As for the way forward, I knew it from the time I first had this idea."

When Lu Xiangsheng said this, his eyes revealed the iron horse Jinge, and at the same time he had the pride and ambition of a literati.

"I have known Brother Jiandou for several years, so I naturally know that once Brother Jiandou's character is decided, no one can change it. It's just that once this road is taken, it will never come down again, can't Brother Jiandou listen to the advice of the younger brother at this time?"

Although Zhu Tinghuan knew that there was no turning back from this matter, he still wanted to persuade him with brotherly affection.

Regarding Lu Xiangsheng's desire to join the army to fight on the battlefield, Zhu Tinghuan was very opposed. Of course, if it is placed in the Taizu period or the Yongle period, Zhu Tinghuan will naturally not object to this idea.

It's just that now Da Ming Wen is heavy on military force, and I dare not say that all literati look down on military attachés, but at least there are nine out of nine. And Lu Xiangsheng was already a Jinshi at this time, and he will definitely be a rising star in the court in the future, but at this time, he will cut off his future, how can it not make people feel pity?

"Heartfelt kindness, for my brother's heart." Number Seven

Although Lu Xiangsheng knew that the other party had good intentions, how could he be shaken by the things he had already decided in his heart.

Seeing that Zhu Tinghuan stopped talking for a long time, knowing that the other party was no longer persuading him, he handed the two pieces of paper in his hand to Zhu Tinghuan.

Zhu Tinghuan, who looked puzzled, closed the letter handed by Lu Xiangsheng and looked down at it.

"One of the above messages is a notice from the post station, and the other is a letter from a friend of mine in the court. This letter is a military secret and must not be disclosed".

Seeing that Lu Xiangsheng was so solemn, Zhu Tinghuan naturally didn't dare to be careless, and lowered his head to read the letter in his hand carefully.

"They, how dare they".

Zhu Tinghuan raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of bloodshots, as if he hadn't slept for a few days, and looked at Lu Xiangsheng with anger.

"Whether it is the Mongols or Houjin, they are already cruel by nature, and there are many natural disasters outside the customs, this time they entered the customs to loot grain and grass, how can they be merciful, but they pity the 50,000 people in my good township who were slaughtered, which is the shame of our officials."

Lu Xiangsheng stood up and took Zhu Tinghuan's hand, extremely desolate, with tears in his eyes.

In the lobby, the two hugged each other and cried, crying about the tragic death of 50,000 innocent people, crying about the invincibility of the Ming Dynasty, and crying about the incompetence of hundreds of officials.

Day 2, Zhu Mansion.

At this time, Zhu Tinghuan's face was haggard, his hair was messy, and he was not as graceful as before. Although there are maids waiting on the side, but the empty eyes, the maids who look at them are frightened, I don't know why their sons are like this after leaving the county office. Although I have the heart to step forward, I don't know where to start.

Since he learned about the people of Liangxiang yesterday, he returned to Zhu's Mansion in a daze, and fell asleep before he even ate dinner.

It's just that in the dream, the miserable scene of the people in the good country always appears, one by one the Mongolian soldiers with long knives cut down those panicked civilians who fled in all directions, and there may be ordinary people who kneel and beg for mercy for their lives, but they don't know that they are no longer begging for mercy, but evil ghosts from hell.

Now Zhu Tinghuan will think of that scene as soon as he closes his eyes, and he can only open his eyes to see the light in this world.

"Fluttershy, how are my parents doing?"

Zhu Tinghuan asked his personal maid softly in a hoarse voice, but as soon as he spoke, he felt a burst of pain and dryness in his throat. I can't help but want to swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva and moisten my throat.

"Ahh Master, you're finally talking, you know? Since you returned home yesterday, both the lord and the lady have gone crazy. If it weren't for the identity of the county magistrate, I believe that grandpa would have to find a post-account that limits others."

Fluttershy hurriedly walks over to Zhu Tinghuan and kneels on the ground, pear blossom crying with rain.

"Okay, little brother, don't cry, young master, am I all right? Pour me a glass of water first."

Zhu Tinghuan touches Fluttershy's face with his hand, wiping tears from her face, and smiles on her face to reassure Fluttershy.

Although Zhu Tinghuan's family is not rich, it is not an ordinary person. Naturally, there are servants in the family, and Fluttershy is Zhu Tinghuan's maid. And she is also a personal maid, taking care of some daily life, and naturally adding the matter of warming the bed, which will be a concubine after Zhu Tinghuan gets married in the future. Although it is not as good as the main room, it is also much stronger than other subordinates.

After drinking two full glasses of water, Zhu Tinghuan felt that his throat was a little moist, and his voice was no longer as hoarse as before.

"Fluttershy, you went and called my parents to the lobby, so I had something to discuss."

Zhu Tinghuan pats Fluttershy on the shoulder and motions for Fluttershy to hurry up.

"Then young master, I'll go to find the lady and the master, you have to be careful."

Fluttershy stops crying and smiles stoically, but her tone twitches from time to time.

After seeing Fluttershy leave, Zhu Tinghuan stood up and walked to a bronze mirror, looking at his messy clothes and somewhat haggard face.

When Zhu Tinghuan came to the lobby, his parents were already sitting in the lobby.

"My son, you are frightened to be a mother, you have to have three long and two short, how can you live as a mother."

The woman in gorgeous costumes hurriedly stepped forward and took Zhu Tinghuan's hand, crying anxiously. The middle-aged man sitting with him, although he did not show any anxious expression, his hands were a little trembling.

"Mother, the child has made you suffer."

In this era when parents are here and don't travel far. What makes parents worry about their children is definitely a kind of unfilial piety.

Although Zhu Tinghuan is only a white man now, he has been familiar with the scriptures since he was a child, and if it weren't for his ambition not to be in the officialdom, he would have been able to take the exam for the title of a showman.