In the dark and dreary night, the back house of the Huai Wangfu seems quite deserted, although the black railway lamp on the wall is lit in the oil lamp, and the dim light is dotted in the back house of the palace, but it is late at night, there is no one in this house, but although it is late at night, there are still some windows in the house that are bright.

In the flickering candlelight, again, Mu Yunqing, who was lying on the bookcase and fell asleep, opened her eyes wide, and then looked at the closed door, her expression was slightly disappointed, and she even sighed.

That night, he didn't come after all.

After this sigh, her face was full of grievances, and even her beautiful brow furrowed.

Although she was given by the emperor and as the daughter of the princess of Qianguo, her background cannot be described as noble, but Mu Yunqing's status in the palace is very limited. But it's just a lady, after all, King Huai already has a wife, and what is she? said that it sounded good, it was the emperor's gift, and said in the depths that she married into the Huai Wangfu, but it was the Duke of Qianguo who enveloped the Huai Wang. She's just a tool to coax people around.

Although as the daughter of the Duke of Qianguo, she has long been mentally prepared for all this, after all, her sisters have the same fate, after all, the current Mu family is no longer as glorious as in the past, and for the Mu family, there may only be a name left, and they can only rely on yesterday's glory to use their own daughters to envelop others.

Although he has been prepared for such a fate for a long time, and he has already accepted his fate. But in the face of such a snub, Mu Yunqing inevitably felt a little aggrieved. After all, it was all quite different from what she had imagined.

"Hey......"

With a long sigh, Mu Yunqing tried to put her mind at ease, but she couldn't help but think of the person's appearance in her mind, and her heart still couldn't help beating violently.

Although on the way to Qinghe, I have heard more than once how young and heroic he is, as a little girl, she has also had many fantasies. But when I saw him for the first time, I was surprised by his youth, and I was also surprised by his appearance, Xu is no longer able to describe him with his appearance alone, although I don't know what the book says about Pan An's appearance, but he is also very handsome.

Since then, Mu Yunqing feels that she is lucky, at least she doesn't have to be like a sister, who was married by her father to a military general whose age was almost not inferior to her father's in order to win people's hearts.

But it just so happens that Mu Yunqing will have a little more trouble, since she married into the Huai Wang's Mansion, the Huai King rarely stays with her, how can this not make her upset? After all, unlike the helplessness of her sisters, she is full of expectations for that person and looks forward to a bright future.

But the neglect she encountered now has made her whole person fall into distress.

Is it because of your looks?

Thinking of the appearance of the princess, Mrs. Zhao and Mrs. Jin, they are all people with moth eyebrows, autumn water, nose like Qiongyao, and red lips and teeth, but look at themselves...... Looking at the face reflected in the glass mirror, Mu Yunqing couldn't help but sigh.

It seems that this appearance really can't be compared with them, no wonder the king doesn't look at himself at all. Try to keep your eyes open and try to make your eyes bigger. But in the end she sighed.

After all, no matter how much you open these eyes, it's a big deal......

As she sighed, wondering if it was because of her appearance, the door was pushed open, and her personal maid walked in.

"County lord, when the maid passed by the king's study just now, I saw that the king was still in the study, and it was already late at night, otherwise the county lord would send some supper to the king......

As the county lord's side, Xiao Ting's existence is to help the county lord to fix his favor, if it is in the Qianguo Mansion is still in Kunming, such people are often cultivated in the mansion since childhood, grew up with the county lord, and are like sisters, but Xiao Ting only came to the county lord's side three years ago and became his personal maid. Without the teachings of the elders, even if you are a solid pet, you don't know what kind of method to use.

However, despite this, her suggestion still made Mu Yunqing, who was originally lamenting alone, light up, and her heart suddenly became happy, and then she frowned slightly.

Supper?

What kind of supper to send over?

What kind of supper will make the king eat fresh and still remember her?

His brows were locked, and after thinking and meditating for a while, Mu Yunqing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly got up and walked out of the house and walked towards the kitchen.

When Mu Yunqing was supper, Zhu Mingzhong, who was in the study, came to the map again, this map is different from the old-style map, because it uses mapping methods such as map projection and longitude and latitude measurement, although it is not as fine as the maps of later generations, but it can barely be used.

"Grand Canal ......"

Staring at the Grand Canal again, the picture that emerged in Zhu Mingzhong's mind was a scene of the army going north along the canal, the reason why the canal was chosen was because the northern expedition along the canal could fully guarantee logistics, in this era of low capacity, water transportation is undoubtedly the lowest cost and the most efficient mode of transportation, as long as possible, Zhu Mingzhong will definitely choose water transportation first, after all, water transportation is faster and more efficient.

"Now the main force of the Qing army is in Dezhou, and the Qing army in Shandong has only ...... in total."

With less than 20,000 green battalions, it can be said that the military strength is extremely empty, as long as the main force of the Qing army is attracted to other places by others, then Shandong is like a ripe peach, just waiting to pick it by itself.

"But if the army goes on a northern expedition, will the Qing capture mobilize the main force?"

Staring at the map, Zhu Mingzhong's heart was there, thinking about how to maximize the benefits after the Northern Expedition. And how can the benefits be ensured? The simplest premise is that there must be enough military power as a deterrent!

Military deterrence is the basic premise of ensuring the maximization of interests, if there is no military deterrence, then he will become fat in the eyes of others, for Zhu Mingzhong, who knows that the essence of political philosophy is "the law of the jungle", perhaps he can show people to be "open", but it does not mean that he is willing to become the food in the mouths of others, even if it seems to be "open", it is also for a greater purpose, the "forbearance".

"If they mobilize the main force, then Li Ziyuan will definitely take the Beijing division directly, and when the time comes, it will be a wedding dress for others......"

Making a wedding dress for someone else?

This is by no means Zhu Mingzhong's original intention, even if it seems to be a "wedding dress", it is just a sugar-coated intestinal poison, such a loss-making business, he is naturally unwilling to do it.

"Well, Shandong can't move first......"

After a moment of silence, Zhu Mingzhong's gaze moved north, his eyes stared at Liaodong on the map, and he groaned.

"If we use troops in Liaodong first, the Manchus will never sit idly by and watch Liaodong be captured by us, they will inevitably transfer troops to the north, so that the main force of the Qing army will also be mobilized......"

Although the first use of troops in Liaodong is a plan that has been formulated a long time ago, but its details need to be further improved, after all, the current Liaodong is not so much the foundation of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but rather a barbaric land, after all, after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, they discarded everything in Liaodong, and now Liaodong and even the entire Northeast region, there is no 100,000 people.

Transferring a large group of men and horses there is like an anti-aircraft gun fighting mosquitoes, which has no effect at all, or rather, it is impossible to do it, because there is no clear goal. Nor is there a worthy goal.

A route of troop movement in Zhu Mingzhong's mind came to mind in Zhu Mingzhong's mind, and even a possible big battle between the two armies emerged, although this possibility was very small, because in Liaodong, there was no Qing army at all.

"Where did you smash your fist?"

Eventually, after weighing it up repeatedly, he shifted his gaze to another position, and then drew a circle in one place with a pencil, and then said quite confidently.

"This is it!"

Staring at the place names circled in pencil on the map, Zhu Mingzhong's expression became more and more serious, yes, this is the most critical node, as long as you master here, the outcome of this war has been decided! It can even be said that the fate of hundreds of thousands of Qing captives has already been decided.

This is their fate! As long as they get stuck here, it is equivalent to stucking their life!

"No matter what, we must keep these 200,000 Qing troops in the pass, and we can't let them survive and get out of the pass!"

Zhu Mingzhong, who has been in this era for many years, knows very well that for the Manchu Qing Dynasty, what they are fundamental, nothing else, it is these 200,000 Qing troops, as long as these 200,000 Qing troops are left in the pass, so that they cannot survive and get out of the pass, then the Manchu Qing will become a historical term. They will never be able to pose any threat to the Ming Dynasty again. It will also lose the capital to rise again. Even the so-called "Ming Jun Generation" cannot affect this overall situation, because the root of their rise - people, has disappeared! How could they rise without people?

"This is it!"

Again, staring at the map, the corners of Zhu Mingzhong's lips raised slightly, his expression was solemn and a little proud, at this moment, he had seen the victory, this victory belonged to him, and it also belonged to the Han people in the whole world.

"King!"

At this moment, the voice from outside the door of the study made Zhu Mingzhong slightly stunned, listening to the standard "Nanjing dialect", which is the so-called Daming official dialect, which is actually based on the Jianghuai dialect, he knew who was outside the door.

Who else could it be besides Mu Yunqing? That is, a daughter like her who was born in the Guogong Mansion can speak standard official dialect, Zheng Ling is a Fujianese, and the official dialect has a Hokkien accent, as for Shi Zhao and Jin Suo, they all speak with a southern Jiangsu accent. is different from Mu Yunqing's "Nanjing dialect", that is, the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty in this era, which is named after Nanjing.

"The concubine has seen the king."

Entering the study, Mu Yunqing hurriedly bowed her knees and said,

"It's all a family, so you don't need so many courtesies."

Zhu Mingzhong looked at Mu Yunqing and said that he didn't like his family to have so many "courtesies" together, but this county lord always saluted respectfully.

"The concubine saw that the king had not rested, so she made some supper and sent it to the king."

Mu Yunqing lowered her head slightly and said, and then ordered the maid outside the door to bring in supper, watching her put the dishes on the table, since the bowl was covered with a lid, Zhu Mingzhong could also vaguely smell a tempting fragrance.

"Is it chicken soup?"

However, he didn't say it, but looked at Mu Yunqing who was preparing for supper, although her appearance was beautiful, it was not only different from Zheng Ling's delicateness, but also different from Shi Zhao's freshness like a girl next door, and even different from the Xia family sisters' charm, but a kind of gentleness from the bones, no, it should be dignified. If she and Zheng Ling stand together, maybe her temperament is more like a big woman, and it can be said that in terms of temperament, it is far from being comparable to Zheng Ling.

"It's ......"

At the moment when the lid of the bowl was opened, Zhu Mingzhong's eyes lit up, he was no stranger to the supper in the bowl, and he could even be said to be very familiar, after all, in the future, this is also a local delicacy that is popular all over the country.

"The king, this is the rice cake brought by the concubine from Dingnan, although there is also rice cake in the south of the Yangtze River, but this kind of rice cake that is boiled out, Xu is the king has not tasted it, so the concubine body specially made it for the king to taste."

Rice Cake ...... It's rice noodles!

Rice noodles, although they are not common in Jiangnan, do have them, but they are all cool, but her rice noodles are made with chicken soup, which is somewhat similar to the cross-bridge rice noodles of later generations! Looking at the shredded meat, rice noodles and chicken soup in this bowl, Zhu Mingzhong felt a little familiar, and even had a feeling of returning to the back.

"I've eaten rice cakes, but this way of eating them is also fresh."

It's not as fresh as it is, after all, I used to eat rice noodles in the past, but I haven't eaten them since I came to this era. "Most of the others are cool, how did you come up with that?"

Looking at the rice noodles in the bowl, what came to Zhu Mingzhong's mind was the legend of rice noodles crossing the bridge, and it seemed that he couldn't contact the county lord in front of him.

"Back to the king, when the concubine and her father and mother were in Awa, the Burmese tribute was interrupted from time to time, and sometimes, even the father and mother could only eat some cold food or drink some rice porridge, and cold food was always bad, so the concubine put this rice noodle into the hot soup like noodles, so that the father and mother could eat more hot food......"

The seemingly simple answer made Zhu Mingzhong's mind sink slightly, and the life under the fence was not easy, even if it was the respect of the Duke of Qianguo, let alone other people?

The paid tribute is just a face. Looking at the rice noodles in this bowl, and then at the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel pity for Mu Yunqing's situation, if it weren't for himself, maybe she would soon die with the incense in Myanmar, and she didn't even leave a name in history......

When he was about to move the chopsticks, thinking that he seemed to be a little cold to her since she entered the house, Zhu Mingzhong said softly.

"Well, Qing'er, you go back first, wait a while, I'll go over......"