In the fourth section, he said this funny, and Zhu Yuqing Xu also felt reasonable, and laughed with a "poof". couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said angrily: "You, at first, I thought you were honest, but once you are familiar, you are no different from those disciples." When she said this, she showed a little bit of a little daughter. And a pair of big eyes are still a little wet, which is even more charming and moving, Wu Ming's heart is also fluttering, and he can't help but laugh: "Does Xiaoqing want me to be an old master in front of you......"

"Okay, let's take a sip of tea first, and then practice calligraphy." Zhu Yuqing is everyone's lady after all, and her face is very thin, although the husband and wife are unscrupulous, they also feel a little unbearable at this time. Hurriedly pulled away his little hand and said seriously: "Don't be poor, you haven't finished your task today." There are also four small letters that have not been copied. ”

Speaking of practicing calligraphy, Wu Ming's face was also a little embarrassed, and there was still leisure to laugh with his wife. Yang Yi said in the afternoon that his words a few years ago were only "introductory", but in fact, in his opinion, it can only be regarded as a ghost drawing. The mainstream of writing in this world is still the brush, followed by the quill pen. Generally speaking, the writing utensils in the army are quill pens, which is not to say that quill pens are better than brushes, but this thing is easy to carry.

However, the quills are easy to deform after a long time. Moreover, sharpening the nib of a quill pen is also a craft, and it is not just a goose feather that can be used by sharpening. A dedicated pencil sharpener is required. So it's not easy to promote. Every time he marched, Wu Ming had to carry a large bundle of this thing, which was also very embarrassing.

After thinking about it, Wu Ming decided to use a brush. Come on, since Yang Yi and others have promoted their experience to the academy, it is impossible for these ** to write with a quill all the time, it seems too casual.

Secondly, and most importantly. In the past few years, he has nothing to do, Wu Mingtian flipped through the "Twenty-four Questions on the Marching Strategy", and many of the above battle examples and sentences, although they are not ripe, they are not far away. He vaguely felt that the "Twenty-four Questions on the March" always seemed to have some kind of connection with the "Thirty-six Strategies" on the earth, but twelve of them were missing. In this case, why don't you sort it out, let this thing flourish in this world, and let General Chen have an explanation of his expectations.

If you want to practice calligraphy, you can't succeed overnight. Otherwise, Yang Yi would not have been so surprised by Wu Ming's progress. Fortunately, Zhu Yuqing was originally a calligrapher, and he naturally knew a lot about some details of practicing calligraphy. In the past three years, Wu Ming has insisted on copying ten small letters every day in his spare time, and Zhu Yuqing is responsible for the evaluation and supervision. This was originally a task, but later, it became an entertainment activity for the husband and wife to raise their eyebrows.

Spreading out the rice paper, Wu Ming grabbed the brush and began to write on it. Zhu Yuqing pointed at the onion tube and pinched the ink block with his five fingers, grinding it slowly and evenly. A pair of water-cut eyes slowly moved with the tip of her husband's pen.

Yang Yi said that Wu Ming's words have reached the state of "reaching the peak", although it is a bit exaggerated, but it also shows that his three years of hard work have not been in vain. Wu Ming wrote, and his mind seemed to go back to three years ago.

In the beginning, he couldn't even hold a pen......

Zhu Yuqing saw that his posture was wrong, stretched out his little hand to help him straighten his wrist, and said softly: "If the wrist is vertical, the front is right, and the front is full." ”

Wu Ming posed mechanically for a long time, still not knowing the essentials. Zhu Yuqing patiently supported him, pinched his wrist and demonstrated it stroke by stroke, and said softly: "The second real finger, the actual finger is even." The second virtual palm, the palm is easy to use. ”

……

Just thinking about it.

"What are you thinking, you're not paying attention again." His wife scolded in a coquettish voice behind him: "When you are a book, you are precious and quiet!" When the ratings are anti-listening, they are absolutely worried. Ah Ming, practicing calligraphy is conducive to self-cultivation, you have too many troubles, you can use this to adjust your mentality. ”

Wu Ming's heart sank, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he concentrated on his eyebrows, gathered his wrists, waved the tip of the pen on the rice paper, and the pen walked up. Zhu Yuqing stared at it for a long time, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, and sometimes thoughtful. I saw Wu Ming write on the paper: "There will be many soldiers, and the enemy cannot be killed, so that they will be tired and killed." In the division of Ji, Chengtian pet is also ......"

Wu Ming has finished writing the last stroke, and the word "kill" in the middle is full of color, but because of its strength, like the intersection of swords, it reveals the murderous spirit of Sensen, which increases the heroism of these words. Zhu Yuqing muttered: "For the point must be collected, it is expensive and heavy." For the painting of Bile, expensive and late. For the sake of skimming and plundering, it is expensive and dangerous. For the erection of the strong, the noble war and the hero. For Ge Birun, you hesitate and look right. For the ring must be depressed, the noble and sharp and always turn. For Bo Bi Bang, you are three folds and send a millimeter. Amin, calligraphy has reached a high depth, it can be implied in words, and your heart is in turmoil. ”

Wu Ming sighed, turned to look at his wife and said, "Xiaoqing, you're right. In this troubled world, the only way to stop killing is to kill and cut through the chaos with a quick knife. Otherwise, the war will be endless, and it will be the people who will suffer. ”

Zhu Yuqing said: "Killing Dao is only a means, not an end. Our purpose is only to make more people suffer less, and if we blindly pursue killing to stop killing, we will fall into the wrong way. Amin, when you go out to fight, no matter how cruel the war is, you must never lose the heart of benevolence in your heart. The word 'benevolence' is the ultimate goal. ”

In the dark, she opened a pair of big watery eyes and looked at Wu Ming with burning eyes. At this time, in his eyes, there is still half a point of charm, like two unfathomable ancient pools. Wu Ming's heart was shocked, and he remembered the conversation he had with her on the ridge outside the city before marriage, and couldn't help but nod his head.

Zhu Yuqing leaned his head on his chest and said quietly: "Okay, I won't practice today, didn't you invite guests, I have to cook." ”

Wu Ming seemed to have fallen from heaven to the kitchen, and he was stunned, "Cooking." He couldn't cry or laugh, knowing that his wife had become the lazy and weak little woman again. He nodded and said, "Okay, you just call the subordinates, don't be too tired." The two of them talked all the way, packed their things, then closed the door and walked out.

Although it was early autumn, the weather was hot, so this rain was naturally a torrential rain. It's a torrential rain, so it comes and goes quickly. When I walked out of the study, the rain had stopped. The water droplets on the trees shimmer dreamily in the setting sun, and even the withered lotus in the backyard lotus pond is full of freshness. He took a deep breath and held his wife's soft waist, still thinking about the conversation between the two just now.

The generals of the Guards Battalion have not been together for a while. Except for Yang Xiong and his wife, who were sitting at the head of the right, they were a little unnatural, and the others were talking and laughing, but they couldn't see anything abnormal. Zhu Yuqing's craftsmanship has long been famous in the guard camp, and everyone is naturally feasting. Especially Jian Feiyang, who came the earliest and ate the most fiercely. At this time, he was still chewing a piece of beef in his mouth, but his left hand grabbed a meat bone, and his right hand was touching it for a while, and his mouth said: "Oh, this cup is so fucking slippery, I can't catch it steadily." ”

This murderous appearance made Yang Yi, who was sitting next to him, change color a little, just lowered his head, and drank the soup in small sips next to him, but his body froze and didn't move. Jian Feiyang gnawed off the bones in a few clicks, then took a sip of wine, looked at Yang Yi's cautious appearance, and laughed: "Captain Xiao Yang, you can't eat like this." If you are on the battlefield, when you finish eating, maybe the battle will be over. ”

There are two battalions inside and outside the Guards Battalion, and the outer battalion is Jian Feiyang and Zuo Wei. They are all older than the captain of the inner battalion. Zuo Wei is more easy-going, and he generally doesn't like to speak much, but Jian Feiyang is a talker, who hangs around all day long, and always likes to find someone to make some innocuous jokes. The four captains in the inner camp, Yang Yi is the youngest, and he is still an agent. So it has also become the primary target of Jian Feiyang's bullying.

Although Yang Yi looks like a captain in front of his subordinates. But when he met the commander of the outer camp who was old enough to be his uncle, he only had the ability to parry, and when he heard this, he drank the soup carefully, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Yes, yes, yes." Jian Feiyang looked at him, suddenly felt bored, and "hummed": "It's not interesting, it's just a sound worm." ”

Wu Ming also felt a little funny, he glared at Jian Feiyang, looked at Yang Yi and said, "Xiao Yi, relax, treat this place as your home." Before the words fell, Jian Feiyang chewed his mouth full of oil, and muttered in his mouth: "Aren't you the most obedient to the words of the commander?" He told you to relax, and you still don't carry out orders. ”

Seeing that Yang Yizhen had a bit of a sense of getting up and saluting, Wu Ming had a big headache and hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop him. Turning his head to Yang Xiong and his wife who were sitting on the side, he said, "What's the matter, Brother Yang, Sister Fei'er, do you think that the things made by Neiko are not appetizing?" ”

Lei Fei'er glanced at Yang Xiong, opened her mouth and didn't speak. Yang Xiong sighed and said, "My lord, when was the last time you invited me and Fei'er?" ”

Wu Ming didn't expect him to say such a sentence, he was stunned, and only said after a while: "It should have been a year ago." Yang Xiong said, "Yes, to be exact, it was last year's Little Chinese New Year's Eve." After finishing speaking, Yang Xiong lowered his head and continued to be silent. Lei Fei'er's eyes turned from Yang Xiong to Wu Ming, and then back to Yang Xiong from Wu Ming, but a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.

Wu Ming didn't know what Yang Xiong and his wife were embarrassed about. The internal camp is divided, so naturally it is no wonder that Yang Xiong is carried, but he is carrying too many things, and Tao Yu asked him to limit himself. He also had to do it as a last resort. And behind Lei Fei'er is Cangsong Pavilion, between Zhu Huai and Tao Yu, the Holy Land must support Tao Yu, and she is helpless. He stood up, poured a full bottle of wine for the two of them, and said, "Brother Yang, as soon as you enter the court, you can't help yourself, and I also understand." I came to drink this cup first, and when I got together today, I don't know when it will be time to meet again. ”

This came very abruptly, but Yang Xiong didn't seem surprised, he raised his head and asked, "My lord, are you also aware of it?" ”

"Yes." Wu Ming nodded, "Now that the undercurrent is stirring, it is just a match to ignite this situation." I just don't know who the imperial court will use troops this time. What is the reason to send troops. ”

Yang Xiong's mouth was full of bitterness: "These things, I'm afraid they don't have much to do with me." "If war breaks out, Wu Ming is determined to go on an expedition. With traditional practice, the inner camp definitely needs some people to stay. And the current situation, then Yang Xiong and his wife are determined to stay.

Wu Ming's heart was gloomy for a while, with Yang Xiong's personality, he must be extremely yearning for the battlefield. At this point, he also felt that there seemed to be a hot knot in his chest, which lasted for a long time.

Everyone didn't have a conversation, Zuo Wei was still eating his own unhurriedly, Jian Feiyang continued his heroic style, Yang Yi drank the soup cautiously, and Ge Yi was even more desperate, sitting there with his mouth closed, living a statue. The atmosphere was dull and weird for a while, and Zhu Yuqing interjected: "Lord Yang, you and Sister Fei'er are here today, Niangniang won't blame you." ”

Although the words were direct, they pierced the embarrassing layer of window paper. Instead, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lei Fei'er smiled: "Don't worry about it, today Niangniang just had a banquet for distinguished guests...... she had to say more, but Yang Xiong turned his head and glanced at her, and the rest of the words had to be held back in his stomach.

Wu Ming's heart was troubled for a while, and he stood up and shouted, "Okay, let's not talk about these troubles." Come, Brother Yang, let's drink. ”

Yang Xiong also cleaned up his mood, stood up and said with a forced smile: "Come on, do it." I wish you a successful start. The two raised their glasses at the same time, touched them, and the porcelain cups made a crisp sound of "ding" in the air.