"But after seeing you, a certain family decided to stick out of this pass for a few more years, so what's the matter? Wait for Yuan Shuai...... When Yuan Shuai is forced to resign like Xiong Shuai, it will not be too late to return to Jiangnan......"

Gu Tongying originally wanted to say that Yuan Shuai would die unjustly like Xiong Shuai.

When the words came to his mouth, he changed to a relatively euphemistic expression, and as soon as he finished speaking, he lay on the wine table with a "bang" and stopped moving, and soon snored like thunder.

"Ah Zhen, this ......" The teenagers naturally looked at Chongzhen, and the elders of the Gu family also looked at him.

Huang Chongzhen sighed lightly and said, "Let's help Brother Gu back to rest first, sister-in-law, is the hot water boiling?" ”

"It's burned, but the little generals want to wash?" The coquettish cries of the sisters-in-law came from afar.

"Hmm. It's bitter cold outside the gate, sister-in-law and big brothers and sisters, remember to drink more hot water. ”

"You know, there are a lot of little bugs in the raw water...... Ah, how much wine did my husband drink? But it's been a long time since I've seen him indulge himself so much, he has been depressed for many years, and once he was relieved, thank you little generals. Uncles, it's late at night, so please go and rest. ”

"Okay, mother-in-law, go home with your husband, don't go to the wrong door with the wrong person."

I don't know which rough man shouted, and in the laughter and scolding, the men and women of the Han family who had gathered in the middle of the night quickly dispersed, and the Gu family Zhuangzi, who had been lively for most of the night, gradually calmed down.

In the dry firewood room that was cleaned up overnight, Zhou Ji and the others in the same room had gradually fallen asleep, and the snoring gradually started, but Huang Chongzhen squinted and lay quietly, echoing the words that Gu Tongying said in his mind.

Yuan Qi, as Yuan Chonghuan's family, naturally didn't want to hear anyone say anything about him, especially when his own handsome and capable people couldn't, leading 20,000 lonely troops to defend Ningyuan and defeat the slave chieftains.

Zu Dale and Wu Sangui, as Yuan Chonghuan's descendants, cannot allow outsiders to make irresponsible remarks about their own handsome.

But Huang Chongzhen knew that Gu Tongying's worries would definitely come true.

Yuan Chonghuan will definitely follow in the footsteps of Xiong Tingbi, and the ending will be even more tragic than that bear barbarian.

Among them, there are reasons for the court, and there are also factors for this conceited "Honbuin" itself.

After Xiong Shuai was beheaded, he was naturally extremely wronged, but he was rehabilitated by the later Emperor Chongzhen.

But Yuan Shuai was not only chopped up by Emperor Chongzhen's decree, but even the meat on his body was bought by the people who were misled by public opinion, cooked and eaten in the stomach, or fed to the dogs.

Not only was he reviled by the world, but he was also controversial in later generations.

Huang Chongzhen felt that Emperor Chongzhen's ability to shake the pot with one hand could be called perfect.

But he didn't know that this dumping of the pot had also thrown away many responsible officials.

Since the death of Yuan Shuai, no one has been willing to take the initiative to ask Ying to go to Liaodong.

At the last moment of the Ming Dynasty, Hong Chengchou was forced to go and fight with the Houjin army in Songjin, but was finally defeated and surrendered due to the urging of the court boss and the emperor, as well as the complex composition of the 130,000 nine-sided army.

Huang Chongzhen felt that Chongzhen's martyrdom was indisputable, the Son of Heaven guarded the country, and the king died in Sheji, which was talked about by later generations of Ming fans.

But in good conscience, this gentle king is like a butterfly tied to the center of a net, and although he struggles, he is not a holy king in troubled times.

But what does all this have to do with yourself? I'm just a little big soldier.

Even if you know the trajectory of history, so what? If you arrogantly go to the mantis arm as a car, it is nothing more than to break yourself to pieces.

All you can do is to try your best to change the people and things around you, take advantage of the situation, and fight bravely, just like the battle between Juehua Island and the Houjin Iron Cavalry, only fight to the death, and leave the rest to the destiny of heaven.

Chongzhen Chongzhen, will there be a connection?

Thinking of this, even the steadiness of Shigenshin II felt his heart beat wildly.

But immediately, he pulled the corners of his mouth self-deprecatingly, not thinking that the adoptive father who claimed to be a yellow half-immortal really had such a thorough foresight.

Although he did have a bit of a limp, his eyes were not very good, and he was stained with both. And most of the fortune tellers in China are either blind or lack legs.

In fact, whether it is an emperor or a small soldier, in the long river of history, they are only one of the many living beings, at best they are only participants and witnesses of history.

However, it is undeniable that in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign history, those who hold more power have undoubtedly promoted history more significantly.

Power and profit are the easiest to link, so the world is bustling, not for profit, but for power.

The emperor really didn't want to, but he was still a little interested, after all, if he wanted to protect the Ming Dynasty more effectively, he first had to fight for more rights for himself.

As the saying goes, the hips determine the thinking, and the position determines the responsibility.

In this world, the first assistant has the responsibility of the first assistant, and the husband has the responsibility of the first assistant, depending on whether they are willing to take this responsibility.

Huang Chongzhen thought self-deprecatingly - the current self is really a soft-spoken person, and he can only go with the flow in the long river of history, taking advantage of the situation, but he can't take the initiative to change in a word.

Although what he did, what he said and did was always amazing, he also received a lot of criticism.

Don't talk about it far away, just say that in the team of Houjin, except for Zhou Ji Da Niu, although most people admire themselves, they can't do it, and even Wu Sangui, a kid, dares to question it at every turn.

In fact, what Huang Chongzhen expects most is that he Yuan Chonghuan really has the day when he will not do anything, so he will take his place.

In order to avoid the strongest combat power of the Ming Dynasty, the Guan Ning army, which won after two hard steel horses, became a sharp internal battle, but not to mention enterprising externally, it became a little difficult to defend Chengdu.

Thinking about it, the stamina and tiredness of the wine have been layered with a layer of oil, and the young man with a team of people and horses and calves bowing his head from Shenyang to Liuhe finally relaxed completely and fell into sleep mode.

The chickens and dogs in Zhuangzi seem to be very face-saving, perhaps because they were saved by Huang Chongzhen yesterday.

- Friends came and had good wine, and the hospitable Gujiazhuang wanted to slaughter all the roosters in the house, after all, the hens were to lay eggs for the dolls to eat.

So the question is, can a hen lay eggs without a rooster?

Huang Chongzhen didn't understand this question after thinking about it for two lifetimes.

The mighty rooster of Gu Tongying's family did not hold a huge cockscomb until dawn, stretching his slender neck and crowing hard, just like a general's order, and the loud rooster crowed one after another.

Father-in-law Sun, who had been wandering on the top of the mountain for a long time, seemed to have received a signal, and suddenly jumped up to the top of the mountain, showing his lovely smiling face in front of the world.

This kind star brings brightness, warmth and dryness to the world of the earth, so that the Chinese sons and daughters of this era who are struggling to survive are full of desire for survival and a better life.

Although he slept late last night, he was already the sweetest sleep after the spy war, Huang Chongzhen smelled the chicken dancing as usual, and came to the courtyard for morning exercise.

The long ink-like hair is casually tied into a bun, and a small wooden stick like a golden hoop stick is tied behind his head at will, and he looks so dry and neat and full of power between his gestures.

Zhou Ji and other teenagers naturally followed him, and even the rebellious Wu Sangui willingly became a student in this morning class.

Gujia Zhuangzi occupies a large area, the periphery is a field, and the middle is a huge courtyard, like a school field in the ancient Chinese civilization, for martial arts, for gathering, for drying valleys, and like the square in the city in later generations, all the houses are built around it, and it is enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Gu Yanwu, who went to bed early and got up early, was like a child king, leading a group of little children around the courtyard for a while, but he didn't dare to break into the firewood room because of the strict orders of his mother, to pull the beard of Uncle Zu Dale's scum, and to pull out the lush leg hair of the big locust real brother.

But when I saw that the big brothers got up and washed up simply, they came to the courtyard and moved slowly like an old lady, first laughing, and then thinking it was funny, so they followed behind and learned one by one.

Hey, don't say it, it's pretty good.

Especially when Huang Chongzhen took the big iron sword, which seemed to be slow but really sharp, and pulled up a string of flowing sword flowers, the little children all screamed with envy, and then ran to the house as fast as possible, retrieved the big sword made of bamboo by his father, and played his own swordsmanship.

That scene can be called a group of demons dancing.

The little sisters-in-law, their mothers, stood under the eaves and applauded vigorously, and a lot of blushes appeared on their tender faces, full of spoiled happiness.

The hangover men were in the middle of a dream, and they were woken up by the bustle in the courtyard, so they came outside the room with a scolding and scolding, and saw their own babies with drunken eyes, and they were clumsy and proud to play the crop tricks that they had created and taught their fathers.

So, the laziness all over the body disappeared, and they all embarrassedly wanted to recall the baby who had embarrassed them.

"Dad, why don't you let us learn?" Gu Yanwu questioned his father dissatisfiedly.

When the other little children saw that their big pestle was still in place, they also pretended not to hear their father's scolding.

"Do you call learning? It's ...... It's just nonsense. Gu Tongying's face was flushed, and he didn't know if the strength of the wine had not yet dissipated, or he was panicked.

"Why, Daddy." Gu Yanwu retorted suddenly, just like those Chinese children in later generations who received a good education in the classroom on weekdays, and spread joy all over the mountains after school or on weekends, they were smart and intelligent.

"You can't get by? I counted to three...... One, two...... "Gu Tong should say that he can't say his son as usual, so he wants to re-establish his father's majesty - threaten and use force."

Gu Yanwu pouted and moved his steps...... The other little children had already run to their father's side with great discernment, grinning at Gu Yanwu, who was still struggling.

The sunshine, the fields, the parents, the children, the roosters, the dogs, the pigs......

Isn't this what Huang Chongzhen yearns for the most in his childhood and life after retirement?

It's a pity that he was about to be discharged from the army, but he almost hung up, and was teleported to Daming by the chief with the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

In the process, his strong body was destroyed, but fortunately, his soul was successfully teleported, and he perfectly fused with the immature and interesting spirit and flesh of Daming Fushun.

Now that I think about it, maybe the old chief I have always respected was on purpose.

After all, he didn't seem to be very relieved that he, the special forces who had been tempered by the war, returned to a prosperous and peaceful place with a body of martial arts and state secrets, and went to live an ordinary life.

"Brother Gu, if the children want to learn, let them learn." Huang Chongzhen spoke out at the right time to help.

Gu Yanwu cheered, and immediately ran to his side and grabbed the corner of his clothes, his big black eyes staring at his father pitifully.

The rest of the little children also ran back into the courtyard and surrounded the two of them.

"Brother Huang...... No, man, this ...... Well, that's the end of the work. ”

The ancient Chinese attached great importance to the teaching of art, although the young man with the face of the Chinese character in the courtyard did not mean to open the altar to accept apprentices, but Gu Tongying still stood up straight and saluted solemnly.

The rest of the rough men and sisters-in-law also saluted.

"Where, where, it's me who is waiting to bother."

Huang Chongzhen and the others hurriedly returned the salute solemnly, and then they grabbed a child by themselves, and instantly became the image of the big demon king, and without saying a word, they roared and wanted to start devil training, which made the children dumbfounded and frightened in their hearts.

"Take it slowly, don't freak them out." Huang Chongzhen shook his head helplessly and hurriedly reminded him.

Then, he turned to his founding disciple Gu Yanwu and said, "It's not so easy to learn martial arts, especially to learn swords. Among the eighteen kinds of weapons, the sword is a gentleman, which can be neutral and peaceful, and can also be a sword.

But no matter what kind of swordsmanship, it pays attention to the sword like a rainbow, and it is a surprise. Among all the swordsmanship handed down by my ancestors, my favorite is this one, Tai Chi swordsmanship. Today, I'm only going to play it once, but you can watch it carefully.

The first paragraph: start, step point sword, lunge sharpening sword, raise knee split sword, left bow step, left virtual step flirting......

The second paragraph: lunge flat slash, lunge collapse sword, rest step sword press......

The third paragraph: the servant steps through the sword......

You have to remember that swordsmanship is dead, but people are alive, and if you have to understand it thoroughly, you will naturally be able to make swordsmanship come alive, and to put it bluntly, it is to use it flexibly.

Do you see it clearly? Good! Then let me see how your memory and understanding are. ”

When Huang Chongzhen was in later generations, he never discussed with others the question of which is better than the traditional Chinese martial arts and Western fighting techniques.

He just likes it, and then practices it hard, and integrates it into a casual way to talk and eat.

When fighting against others, with strength and speed, you can often defeat the enemy with one move.

Even if you are evenly matched in a fierce battle, you can rely on the flexibility and tenacity of your body that you have been practicing traditional martial arts since you were a child, and you can achieve the ultimate victory.