At night, the river breeze slowly blew into the cabin, and the sound of water came to my ears.

Zheng Ling, who was sitting sideways by the window, only felt sour in her heart, and her bright eyes looked out of the cabin and into the distance.

Ay......

After sighing, I don't know what's wrong, there is an inexplicable kind of bitter melancholy, which once again surged into her heart, and her mood couldn't be calm for a long time.

When she was in a daze, Mrs. Dong came over, and when she saw that the ninth sister was so distracted, she picked up the piece of paper on the side, and there was a poem written on the paper, the word was a very neat regular script, as the niece of Dong Yangxian, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, she was born in a scholarly family, and she could see at a glance that this word was too lacking in heat, at most it was only the level of a schooling child, but the word ......

"The remnant snow condenses the cold painting screen, the plum flute has been changed three times, and no one is in the moonlight. I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is going on with tears in my eyes, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines. ”

Turning his head in shock, he saw that it was his sister-in-law, and then looked at the paper in his sister-in-law's hand, Zheng Ling's eyes slightly lowered to look at the silent flowing river.

"Ninth sister, who made this "Huanxi Sha Remnant Snow Condensation Cold Painting Screen"? ”

"I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what the king is crying about......"

Under the moonlight, there was a faint sadness in Zheng Ling's voice, Zhu Li's lips bit slightly, and a sad expression appeared on Zhu Mingzhong's face for the first time when she wrote this poem appeared in her mind. For a while, the tears in those eyes actually hazy their eyes.

Looking at the ninth sister's expression, Dong Yougu's thinking became a little confused at this moment.

"You seem to be interested in him."

After a while, Dong Yougu looked at her sister-in-law who was very close to her and said quietly.

Looking at the blush on Xiaomei's face when she heard this, Dong Yougu suddenly felt that it seemed a little redundant to ask such a question.

"I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines...... Sister-in-law, do you think his life experience is really so miserable? ”

Looking back at her sister-in-law, Zheng Ling's eyes flashed with heartache.

For Dong Yougu, who is accustomed to seeing the kind of sadness but not sadness in poetry, hidden but not expressed, it is easier to be moved by such a heart-wrenching beauty. When I closed my eyes, I could still see the lyricist weeping and sad in that piece of broken bowels.

"Sister, who made this word?"

Holding her sister's hand and looking at her sister with tears in her eyes, Dong Yougu asked softly. She was held by her sister-in-law, raised her head, looked at the concern in her sister-in-law's eyes, and said with a squeak.

"Yes, yes......"

Until a few hours later, Zhu Mingzhong, who was on the boat, was still in a trance, and all this came too suddenly, so that until now his whole person was still immersed in that inexplicable sadness.

I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what is the matter with tears, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines...... Why did you write this poem Nalan Rongruo's "Huanxi Sha, Remnant Snow Condensation Cold Painting Screen"?

Just because Nalan, who is only a few years old, is the most suitable target for plagiarism? Or is it because of the sadness of his lonely life in this world?

The kind of resonant sadness flashed in Zhu Mingzhong's heart again, and when everything was relaxed, he thought of his relatives three and a half centuries later, and the kind of loneliness without relatives and no reason made him feel sad for a while.

His expression also became a little melancholy.

Parents......

Zhu Mingzhong, who was standing in the bow of the boat, didn't want others to see his weak side, he closed his eyes, wanting the hunting river wind to blow away this sadness, and at the same time try to calm his mood as much as possible.

Jiangnan recruits envoys, isn't this the position of his dreams?

With this identity, he can openly recruit the cities around Jiangyin, and then collect money and grain and recruit soldiers. Of course, this is done to supply the military needs of the army, and the food required by the 170,000 army every day is astronomical, although there is a large amount of grain, grass and materials on the ship, Zheng Chenggong needs to solve the problem of money and food, rather than eating empty mountains like now.

Isn't it true that men want to make achievements?

Why bother with anything else?

Yes, that's right, exactly!

Exactly...... The great husband is making great achievements today! Today!

"Congratulations to the general for taking charge of the military and politics of a place, and from now on, he will be able to make great achievements in the future!"

At this moment, the congratulatory sound beside him made Zhu Mingzhong, who was in a fixed mood, turn around and see a middle-aged man wearing a coarse cloth robe, under the river breeze, the thin figure was fully displayed under the robe, although his figure was thin and his face was slightly wrinkled, but his eyes were bright.

It's Wu Youcai.

This person is a friend of senior brother Zhu Daxian, who was originally an unknown scribe in the Zheng family's army, and before he came to see Zheng Chenggong, his senior brother recommended him to himself. When he went to see him, this Wu Youcai behaved neatly, after he received the letter, he only said a word, and immediately packed his bags and got on the boat, the reason why this is so is because of Zhu Mingzhong's words.

"Right now, Jiangyin Zhixian is waiting for a vacant seat!"

The reason why I said this sentence is also because my senior brother once mentioned that this Wu You is an official fan. For Wu Youcai, who is over forty years old, he is naturally unwilling to be a small army scribe, although it is only a small county order now, but in his opinion, this is just the beginning.

As for Zhu Mingzhong, he needs someone to help him manage Jiangyin's civil affairs, as for Qian Lei, that person is too slippery, Mao Sui recommended himself, and he is the one who wants to sell the owner to protect himself.

Wu Youcai may be an official fan, but he is Han!

If he is just an official fan, I am afraid that more than ten years ago, this Chongzhen Jinshi has already been out of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, after all, the Manchu Qing Dynasty has been sparing no effort to recruit the scholars of the previous dynasty, but the southern scholars rarely participate in the Manchu examination, which can be known from the Shunzhi three years of Bingxu Branch Examination 400 Jinshi are mostly northerners. And he is willing to write history for Zheng Jun rather than be an official of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, just for this point, Zhu Mingzhong can rest assured that Jiangyin will be handed over to him without worrying about being sold.

"Big?"

Wu Youcai's words made Zhu Mingzhong's expression look a little dignified, and he sighed.

"It's difficult, not to mention anything else, it's just that Jiangyin is in ruins now, and everything is ...... handled."

Thinking of this, Zhu Mingzhong looked at Wu Youcai, and when the senior brother recommended him, he said that he was a usable talent with a lot of talent in his belly, maybe he could ask him.

"Yinshan, I don't know what you can do about this Jiangyin matter?"

Facing Zhu Mingzhong's inquiry, Wu Youcai stroked his beard, and then smiled.

"There's no good idea, but there's a bad idea!"

Idea?

Wu Youcai's words made Zhu Mingzhong stunned, it seemed that since the day he met him, he had not had much serious time, just like when he said that there was a seat in Jiangyin Magistrate County for him, he answered simply.

"The marquis is my will, I hope the world is peaceful! I'll go! ”

The change of a few words completely subverted Qi Jiguang's original words. It also made Zhu Mingzhong have a good impression of him. "If a scholar is a marquis of ten thousand households", this is the real Han family Erlang!

For his seemingly "deviant" words, Zhu Mingzhong from the 21st century naturally didn't think there was anything, he asked with a smile.

"Oh? What kind of bad idea, let's tell Zhu Mou! ”

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