Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head to look at Zhu Quan, and suddenly asked in a deep voice: "After you left the Guozijian yesterday, where did you go crazy?" ”

Zhu Quan heard him ask like this, so he honestly talked about what happened yesterday with Xu Ying and Feng Xuan boating on the river. In his opinion, there is no need to lie about these insignificant things. In the face of this scheming Hongwu Emperor, it is definitely better to be honest than to be clever.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang heard that he was boating on the river, and after listening to the music of Feng Sheng's beloved daughter of Song Guogong, his face sank slightly, and he said coldly: "You kid, in the future, you will play less things like piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs." Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Zhu Di, the king of Yan, and suddenly sighed and said slowly: "I also liked to play chess in the past, but later I was busy with government affairs, so I simply didn't even play chess." These things may not be of any benefit to the generals. ”

Zhu Quan heard that he was still rudely involved in his own interests and hobbies, and bowed down to receive orders with a respectful look on his face, and couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, and secretly thought: This old man is only afraid that his only hobby is to go to the court, watch the twists and turns, a typical workaholic. I was desperate on the battlefield, and when I went home, I had to undergo compulsory education, and in the end, I had to be deprived of my personal hobbies. Isn't this about human rights?

In the afternoon, in the quiet back garden of King Ning's mansion. Zhu Quan stood on the shore of the lake, quietly watching Xu Ying throw some food in his hand into the water, causing many fish to roll and scramble. In my mind, I recalled the bloody battle of the Yuan army between the two of them in Qingzhou, Liaodong a few months ago, and saw a quiet and peaceful scene at this time, thinking that I would go on an expedition to Mobei with the army tomorrow, just like heaven and earth, and I felt like I was separated from each other.

Xu Ying turned her head and said softly: "I have packed your armor and those clothes, go home and pack up, and tomorrow after you go to Fengtian Temple to participate in the sending ceremony, let's set off together." Speaking of which, he turned around and wanted to leave King Ning's Mansion and go home.

Hearing this, Zhu Quan reached out and grabbed her sleeve, and said in a deep voice: "You don't have to go out with me tomorrow, just stay in Yingtian." ”

When Xu Ying heard him say this, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and asked, "Why?" ”

"There will be no Zhaojun in the Ming Dynasty, Wen Ji will return to the Han Dynasty, and there is no need for Mulan." Zhu Quan raised his head and stared at the clear sky, and said lightly.

"Hmph, if you don't let me go, there will be a master to take me there. East#Fang#Net .com" Xu Ying couldn't help but shake off his right hand when she heard him say this, and said hatefully.

Zhu Quan sighed lightly and said, "Master, his old man will never agree to take you there." ”

Xu Ying became angry, couldn't help but reach out and gently nudge him, and said slightly angrily: "His old man is my master, not your master, how can he listen to you?" ”

Zhu Quan couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard that she was messing around at this time, and just as he was about to speak, a familiar voice came from his ear and said: "Girl, this time the blue jade army is on the same as the last time you dealt with Nahachu, so you can stay in Yingtian and accompany your father." ”

The two turned their heads when they heard the sound, only to see two figures in the distance slowly coming slowly, it was Jing Kun and Qin Zhuofeng, who had been separated for a long time.

Xu Ying heard the master say the same, and still said forcefully: "I also killed a lot of Yuan soldiers in Gyeongju." ”

"Nonsense, I think the master's martial arts are almost useless in the fight of thousands of troops, you little girl is here to add to the chaos. If you don't respect the teacher's orders, I will order your acupuncture points and lock you up at home. When Qin Zhuofeng said this, his face was already fierce, and he couldn't allow Xu Ying to argue.

Xu Ying heard that the master who had always loved her reprimanded herself so harshly today, she couldn't help but feel sad, stomped her feet, turned around and walked away.

Zhu Quan turned his head and said to Jing Kun, who walked in front of him: "This time the blue jade army is all cavalry, and the soldiers are expensive and fast, so Mr. Jing doesn't have to go." ”

Jing Kun sighed, bowed his head slightly, and said: "Decades ago, the old man and the old monkey could never have dreamed that they would witness the expedition of our Han army to Mobei and the feat of the Tartar Emperor in their lifetime. Speaking of this, he turned his head to look at Qin Zhuofeng beside him.

"If you are lucky and can slash the Tartar Emperor, the evil anger that the old man has suffered in this life will finally be able to spit out." When Qin Zhuofeng said this, he couldn't help but smile.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little solemn, Zhu Quan hurriedly changed the topic and told him what he had been taught by Zhu Yuanzhang in the imperial study in the early morning.

After listening to this, Jing Kun pondered for a moment and then suddenly said: "From the old man's point of view, the emperor does not allow you to practice qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, but there is a reason for it. ”

Zhu Quan was puzzled when he heard this, and secretly thought to himself: Didn't the ancient people respect these things very much? Why did Mr. Jing say the same thing to the old man?

Jing Kun observed the words and said, "Throughout the history, several kings of the dead country are not obsessed with poetry, songs, calligraphy and painting. Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, is the crown of the five generations. Even if its calligraphy and painting attainments, is also extremely high, for its calligraphy, Tao Gu "Qing Yilu" once commented: after the master of the good book, as a trembling pen twisted form, strong as the pine frost bamboo, called the 'golden knife'. Make a big character without a pen, the volume of the book, can be wishful, the world is called the 'placket book'. Zhao Ji of Huizong of the Southern Song Dynasty, the original thin gold calligraphy is unique in the world. Song Gaozong Zhao Gou, proficient in calligraphy, good and true, line, cursive, free and graceful penmanship, natural and smooth, quite the charm of the Jin people. He is the author of "Han Mo Zhi", and the hand-me-down ink has ...... such as "Cursive Luo Shen Fu". ”

"As an emperor and a general, when dealing with military affairs, what you need is to kill and decide, and to be ruthless. With such an indecisive temperament, he can only condone traitorous ministers and bring disaster to the country and the people. It's ridiculous that countless literati and scholars sighed for Cao Zijian, who was the so-called talented and talented man in seven steps and became a poet in the Three Kingdoms period, and he couldn't stop hugging, saying that if he became the emperor, he would naturally be a generation of Ming Jun. Such a bookish self-righteousness is simply ridiculous, can you write poetry and rule the country and level the world? What a bunch of nerds. After Qin Zhuofeng heard Jing Kun's words, he couldn't help but interrupt with a laugh.

In the dead of night, Zhu Quan performed light skills and jumped on the roof of his small building, sat silently, looked up at the bright moonlight in the sky, and suddenly felt a burst of emotion in his heart, understanding that today Jing Kun and Qin Zhuofeng persuaded themselves not to be contaminated with the intentions of such things as qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, secretly funny, and thought in his heart: Master Li, since the father and son of the Zhao family have such high artistic achievements, they are naturally extremely smart people. Art is all about inspiration, but it's a pity that soldiers have to eat, and war horses have to eat grass, these are very realistic things. To govern the country, we also need to first put the fact that the people are not hungry in the first place, as Mr. Zhu did. If the emperor is like Empress Li, the father and son of the Zhao family, and other artistic geniuses, everything follows their feelings, how to face the vicious enemies and those corrupt officials who kill inexhaustibly? It seems that the matter of finding Feng Xuan to learn the piano should be stopped. lest I soften myself in the future, and give Zhu Yunwen that kid a whole life of death, and become a man-made sword, and I am a fish and meat.

At this moment, there was a sound in his ears, and when he turned his head to look, he saw a figure in fluttering clothes and holding a long sword jumping up to the roof of the building and walking slowly towards him, it was Xu Ying who had left in a negative mood during the day.

Xu Ying slowly came to Zhu Quan's side and sat side by side with him, and after handing the long sword in his hand to him, she leaned on his shoulder and was silent.

Zhu Quan saw that she no longer had the angry look of the day at the moment, as if she had become a docile big cat again, and smelled the faint fragrance of her hairline at the end of her nose, he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and gently wrap his slender waist, and chuckled in her ear: "You just stay at home and take care of your younger brother Xu Huizu." ”

When Xu Ying heard this, she couldn't help but hate and said, "You, master, father and Huizu are not allowed to follow the army on an expedition, and you join forces to bully me." Speaking of this, he suddenly stretched out his hands to hug Zhu Quan's waist, and whispered in his ear: "The Tartar bow and arrow are powerful, remember that after going to Mobei, you must wear the high-grade silk clothes close to your body, and come back alive so that I can take revenge." Speaking of this, he couldn't help but bite Zhu Quan the shoulder, reached out and pushed him away, stood up and said with a smile: "If you don't allow me to fight the Tartar Emperor, then I will stay in Yingtian, pretend to be Huizu every day to go to the Guozijian to study, and bully Feng Xuan's hateful girl." After saying that, he turned around and jumped downstairs and disappeared behind the bamboo forest.

When Zhu Quan heard her say this, he couldn't help crying and laughing, and when he saw her leaving, he took a long breath and slowly pulled out a few inches of the long sword in his hand. Stretched out his hand to touch the cold and sharp blade, his eyes stared at the moonlight like autumn water on it, and thought viciously in his heart: Don't talk about the Tartar Emperor, even if you are dehuan, Gui Lichi, Arutai, these guys, with hundreds of thousands of troops in their hands, will never be polite to us. Let our Ming army completely eradicate your hearts, Temujin, Kublai Khan, these barbarian chieftains, what kind of bullshit gold family, forever trouble.

After Xu Ying left King Ning's Mansion, she performed light skills all the way back to her home, the Mansion of the Duke of Wei. Seeing that the living room was still brightly lit, a familiar figure was reflected in the window, knowing that his father Xu Da had not slept yet, he walked slowly into the living room and whispered: "Dad, you are not in good health, why don't you rest earlier." ”

At the table of the Eight Immortals in the living room, Xu Da, who was tall and thin, wearing a blue cloth coat and a sickly face, was reading a book under the candlelight, and turned his head after hearing the footsteps. A pair of slightly sunken, but still bright eyes stared at his beloved daughter's eyes, sighed, and said with a wry smile: "In the future, I will let you go to Guozijian to study instead of Huizu, there is really no way to take you." Hey, you girl, you really made your master spoiled. Speaking of this, he put down the book in his hand, took another thin book from the table, and said in a deep voice: "Since your master came back to Yingtian, he has recorded the essence of his martial arts in detail, and I want you to study it hard." With that, he handed the booklet in his hand to his daughter.

Xu Ying stretched out her hand to take the secret book left by her master Qin Zhuofeng, thinking back to Zhu Quan and his master who were about to leave tomorrow, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but moisten, and she threw herself into her father's arms and asked softly, "Dad, do you say that this battle has to be fought?" She knew that after Lan Yu led an army of 150,000 at most this time, she was inevitably uneasy in her heart, and she never dared to ask this father who had fought countless battles with the Yuan army all his life, what were the chances of winning this Northern Expedition?

Xu Da heard his daughter ask like this, sighed secretly in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "This battle is imperative, although the Northern Yuan barbarian chief Togus Timur is mediocre, but he still has an army of 200,000 today, and he is a descendant of Kublai Khan, and he still has a non-negligible appeal among the tribes of the steppe." Your Majesty wants to take advantage of the fact that there is a mediocre lord in the Northern Yuan Dynasty and my Ming army is at the forefront of the army, and completely end it, so as not to cause any powerful characters among his sons in the future, and then come to harm the people of Li in our Central Plains. Speaking of this, after a slight pause, he suddenly smiled: "Speaking of my father, I really envy your master, if my father is ten years younger and his body can bear to toss, he also wants to take command of the expedition and the Northern Expedition Tartar." When he said this, he secretly thought in his heart: These nomadic tribesmen are fierce and advocate hunting, and they are afraid that they will recover their vitality in more than ten or twenty years at most after returning to the grassland. Your Majesty has fought with the Tartars all his life, how can he leave such a great trouble to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? The cancer of the so-called orthodox emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty must be completely eradicated within his lifetime, and these nomadic tribes will be scattered in a mess.

This book was first published.

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