The March campaign to Liao was fruitless, and the entire government and the opposition were overshadowed, Liaodong was still icy and snowy, Jinling was already full of spring, and the face of the elixir was not spreading.

At first, I thought that the conquest of Liao was a very easy thing, because those Qing soldiers and Qing generals occupied big cities and cities in the Central Plains, and they were not the opponents of their own masters, and when they arrived in Liaodong and Manchuria, most of the troops were also reduced, but I didn't expect it to become so difficult to fight.

Even if she is astute, she is not a natural all-rounder, and it is unreliable to rely on paper about war.

The celebrant is the most powerful institution among the twelve eunuchs of the Ming Dynasty, and now it is no longer a eunuch who is in charge here, but a young girl.

The eunuchs of the celebrant ushered in their new head, and in less than half a month, they were subdued by her. When Wang Xiangnian was there, because of his indisputable temperament, the following pen, palm print, and eunuchs in the hall were all a little unruly.

After the new admiral came, the head of the eunuch was not a eunuch, and the people below were naturally unconvinced. It's a pity that she is the regent's pet, and the palace guards are even more obedient to her, plus the scholar of the outer court is her own father, the elixir quickly integrated the entire celebrant supervisor, and after dealing with a few thorns, his subordinates are extremely obedient.

A small inner served strong tea, took the elixir casually, sighed and put it on the table again.

She was born with bright eyes and bright teeth, her slightly pursed lips were full and moist, and her face looked very immature, but her body was already full of mature charm, and she was full of snow white. On the body supported by Yingying's thin waist, it should be big and big, and it should be round, and it is not ambiguous at all.

"Is there any news from Liaodong?"

The little chamberlain bent down and said respectfully: "For the time being, there is no news from Liaodong. ”

The elixir had long known that it was the answer, but it was still a little upset and waved its hand. The little waiter slowly withdrew, and as soon as the elixir picked up the teacup, the little waiter jumped in.

"There's news, there's news, Liaodong good news, the prince broke the Shanhaiguan."

Elixir's face was not shocked, and he said lightly: "I know, this is all expected, what kind of strange thing are you shouting, retreat." ”

After speaking, he gently scraped the tea noodles with the edge of the lid, took another sip, and the plump and sharp upper lip beads were slightly pursed, and a smile could not be hidden.

The little chamberlain retreated happily, and the elixir picked up the pen and began to prepare for the celebration.

Jinling City will be jubilant again, and the dullness of these months is bound to be swept away, and if anyone knows the news and prepares some fine wine and other stocks, most of them will be able to make a small fortune.

After four years of catastrophe brought by the Manchurians, the unprecedented unity of the Han people at the moment, every good news can make Jinling's restaurant business several times better.

On the wide streets of Changganli, the military doctors from the medical hall from Hangzhou, escorted by the army, were preparing to cross the river to Liaodong. This time, the curator Yang Xing led the team, who came to the palace to meet his daughter, and these little military doctors who had not yet taken up their posts were also fortunate to come to the palace.

Yang Xing went to the courtyard of Yang Fujin in the inner courtyard to visit his daughter and granddaughter, while the rest of the people waited in the lobby of the outer palace of the palace.

Li Zhongzi, the master of Jiangnan Medicine, took two apprentices to admire the calligraphy and paintings on the walls in the hall.

At the beginning, when the Northern Expedition was tense and the officials were not high, most of the gifts received by Hou Xuanyan were visited by the Manchu Dynasty civil and military officers by themselves.

Hou Xuanyan also does not like the so-called authentic works dug out of the graveyard of the dead, compared to which he prefers to hang these paintings and calligraphy at home, which can not only show his taste, but also enhance the relationship with his subordinates.

When you give the leader a picture of your own writing, and see him hanging in the guest hall, what a sense of intimacy and glory.

Li Zhongzi's two apprentices were the two medicine boys beside Li Zhongzi when the medical hall had just been built and the county lord went to look for him.

Now three years have passed, and the two little things have grown into teenagers and girls.

The little female apprentice followed behind the master and brother, well-behaved and cute, and did not cause controversy. In fact, there are many female doctors in the medical hall, and because the war has made many girls orphaned, the imperial court has to find ways to settle them. Second, Hou Xuanyan eradicated the Yansheng Mansion and abolished the Eight Shares of Scholars, and Cheng Zhu's set of science has been gradually abandoned.

Subtly, Hou Xuanyan originally thought that the so-called science that suppressed human nature in the deep-rooted tradition of the Ming Dynasty would be very stubborn. But I didn't expect that the more ruthless this kind of thinking is, the faster it will rebound, and the thinking of the Ming Dynasty is like the sea ban, which is opening faster and faster, and there has been a situation in many places that it is too much. Sometimes the trend of history is really incomprehensible...

I thought it was a dregs of science that was difficult to eradicate, but in fact, if you think about it carefully, it is simply a paper tiger. Without the support of those in power, it becomes worthless. The deposition of Confucianism is just a sentence from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty...

The great changes of these years, the invasion and massacre of the Tartars, and the affluent life brought about by the commercial boom, are also changing people's minds.

Li Zhongzi put his hands behind his back and read:

A sword grinded nearly ten frosts, and scratched his head to look at the wolf. The name of the honor is a few mistakes, and the spirit is all light and stubborn.

The book on the circle is lost, and Longzhong has set the highlight. The mountains and rivers are still broken, and the rise and fall are still there. ”

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Looking at the signature again, it is the handwriting of Zhang Huangyan, a scholar of Wenyuange University in the current dynasty, and I can't help but respect it even more.

The little apprentice tilted his head and asked, "Master, is his poem better than yours?" ”

Li Zhongzi glanced at his little apprentice indulgently, and said with a smile: "Ying'er, don't talk nonsense, Cangshui Gong is a hero in the world, assisting the prince to drive out the Tartars and restore the Han Dynasty, this poem is majestic and ambitious, how can the master achieve it." ”

Li Youying wrinkled her nose and whispered very cutely: "I just think that Master writes well, Master is the best, right, Senior Brother?" ”

The young man next to him turned his head disdainfully, admiring the calligraphy and painting excitedly, this place was simply a heavenly existence for him. Countless rumored heroes have left pen and ink here, and at this moment he only felt that he was so close to the people he admired, satisfying the dream of this teenager.

The troubled times created heroes, and while the exploits of driving out the Tartars shined in the annals of history, they also made the exploits of the Northern Expeditionary Army the objects of admiration of the people.

Especially after the literacy class was completed, when they were literate and literate, they would often tell some stories about the Northern Expedition, so that the people at the bottom could also understand this magnificent history.

Culture is always the best tool for forging a nation, just imagine that the whole society is singing the praises of braided plays, when they are envious and worshiping the "fourth master" and "eighth master", when they are touting the merits of "Kangxi Emperor" and "Ten Perfect Old Men", there are still a few remember to write "I am five or nine years old, and it falls on September 7." The building is no longer supported, and everything is done";

I remember Yan Yingyuan, who "wore allegiance on the 80th day, the characters of the 17th Dynasty of Taizu, 100,000 people died with one heart, and saved 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty";

I remember that "the father has to be a loyal minister, the son has to be a filial son, and I have to be too empty with a smile, and I have my own affairs." Nightmare for seventeen years, revenge in the afterlife. Wandering in the world, you can be worthy of it! Xia Wanchun;

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