Ten days later, Chenji's friend, Shoukuan School, the gate of the south side of the garden.

A tall woman stood in front of Zheng Haizhu.

What she was wearing was just the most common skirt of a woman in this dynasty, covered with a lake-blue Songjiang cotton cloth and half an arm, and there was no such thing as a cloak and a crane.

But Zheng Haizhu felt in an instant that the other party's lofty posture seemed to block the sunlight spilling in the air.

is not only because of his burly figure, but also because of a battlefield that has been strong for many years.

This majesty is like the wings of the mountain eagle when it takes off, and it is like the wave formation brought up by the dragon when it goes out to sea.

This majesty is the confidence of the driver Ximen Lingjie, and it is also the oath that Loulan will not be returned.

Compared with such a real majesty, the brocade clothes of the emperor's relatives and relatives are full of brilliance and gold, and the official robes of Zhu Zi's courtiers are generous and dignified, and the official robes are exquisite, all of which look like costumes on the stage, but they are just a mere appearance to meet guests and ask for a lot of fun from the people of the world.

"Miss Zheng, it's a good luck."

Qin Liangyu lowered his gaze, raised his hands, and took the lead in clasping his fists in greeting.

Zheng Haizhu's name, after she arrived in Songjiang, she has heard it from her son Ma Xianglin several times.

Seeing the deity today, although it happened to be the other party's slightly stunned look, Qin Liangyu still felt that this girl was what he imagined.

It looks like a mortal with no fairy appearance, but given time, it won't be mediocre.

Just like the elites under his command now, whether male or female, he was also an ordinary teenager by the waterside and in the fields and villages in the mountains and mountains, but he never made a mistake in picking people's eyes.

The only difference between this girl and them is that she doesn't have their killing aura - she doesn't need to.

Zheng Haizhu stepped forward, hesitated for a moment, and the hands that were about to stretch out to hold their fists were withdrawn, put on their waists, and squatted to Qin Liangyu for a blessing.

"I've seen General Qin."

Then he looked at Ma Xianglin on the side, and said apologetically: "I said before, I should go to the pavilion to welcome General Qin today." ”

Ma Xianglin smiled and waved his hand: "It's early for us to come, so we should disturb you first." My mother wanted to visit the scenery on both sides of the Songjiang Yue River, and after waking up in the morning, I accompanied her on a boat and went directly to the gate of your school. ”

Qin Liangyu also showed a sincere look on his face: "Miss Zheng is not formal, although, if you talk about age, I will count you as an elder, but you saved Xianglin's life in the bandit village, no matter what you want, just talk about this friendship, I, as a mother, will come to the door to thank you." ”

With that, she beckoned behind her, and her attendant hurriedly carried up several boxes.

Ma Xianglin was about to lean over, but Qin Liangyu opened the box in person, and said one by one to show Zheng Haizhu the Sichuan and Shu specialties he brought.

"This is Shu brocade, this is Xue Tao's note, this is the Sichuan fan that can be taken out to see people, Tonghua Phoenix Fan and Qingluo Tuan Fan. Listening to Xianglin, Miss Han's Danqing kung fu is even more above embroidery, so I hugged these fans and asked Miss Han to play. ”

Qin Liangyu has no shelf, and the appropriateness between his words can be used as a teaching material.

The majesty at first glance is how much people want to worship, and how kind and gentle at this moment is like a spring breeze.

Zheng Haizhu finally relaxed, and stared at Qin Liangyu's half arm carefully.

Qin Liangyu was understanding, and said with a whole shoulder: "Miss Zheng recognizes it, that's right, this is the Songjiang cotton cloth sent by your mansion." After Xianglin ordered someone to send back the stone stone, I asked the tailor with the best craftsmanship to make dozens of pieces for the women in the army. I wear it myself. ”

Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "The general loves to wear it, and my family is very honored." The mandarin duck holds the talisman in his sleeve, and the armed red makeup is correct, today, I want to give Ling Lang a big errand, which is also related to Songjiang cotton. ”

After she finished speaking, Lu Xiangsheng beside her stepped forward with a cotton armor.

Zheng Haizhu had taken the cotton armor modified according to Ma Xianglin's request to the school yesterday, and found Lu Xiangsheng to tell him a synopsis, and today he intends to let him appear in front of the mother and son.

There are no military fans in the world who only love the art of war and don't love famous generals, but Lu Xiangsheng is by no means a low-level fan who only worships his eyes.

Reading for a thousand days, at this time, Lu Xiangsheng, the future god of war, combined the various blades and armor-breaking doorways he saw in the war book, combined with the cotton armor in his hand, and said to Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin.

So, without saying a few words, the attention of the mother and son shifted from the cotton armor to the jade-faced boy in front of them.

Zheng Haizhu said in a timely manner: "General Ma is the descendant of General Fubo Ma Yuan Ma Gong, and Lu Gongzi is the descendant of Lu Gong, the fourth jie of the early Tang Dynasty. Lu Gongzi is familiar with the art of war, and he has also practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his arm strength is outstanding, but after all, he has never led the troops to fight, and he does not know how to rectify the military discipline of an iron division. If we open a martial arts branch, it is not enough for Lu Gongzi to teach alone, I want to hire a few strong men in the Shi Yan army to come to Songjiang, and I hope that General Qin will allow it. ”

When Qin Liangyu heard this, he groaned slightly, stared at Zheng Haizhu and said, "Miss Zheng, thanks to the fact that I can afford to look up to our natives, I sent a few good soldiers from Shiyan, and it didn't take much effort. However, is it appropriate for private schools to do this? ”

Zheng Haizhu is keeping this section, so that Qin Liangyu can feel his mention of his predecessors, and he will suddenly realize.

After all, when I met such a famous general for the first time, my age was also here, and I must not hang the words "I am smart and capable" on the door of my head.

She then brushed away the hesitation on her face, changed her cautious complexion and said: "I went to the past year, and I saw the inspection department and the health office in the Susong area, either the people are not prosperous, or the military discipline is lax, thinking about how powerful the army was in the past of the Ming Dynasty, as a people, I can't help but be unwilling." But General Qin is right, there are many taboos in this matter, and I am naïve and impatient. ”

Ma Xianglin couldn't see that the enthusiasm of the woman in front of him was suddenly extinguished, and said: "Actually, it may not be so taboo, isn't the dart game also a place where martial artists gather?" Wenju has a private school, why can't Wuju have a school? Ah Zhu, you go and ask Governor Zhuang and Brother Huang first, if you go through the imperial court and have proper rules and regulations to follow, you will inform your mother and me. Don't be so ambitious. ”

Zheng Haizhu nodded again and again, and said in his heart, how could I hold down such a thought.

In the timeline in my memory, two years later was the Battle of Sarhu, and four years later was the bloody Battle of the Hunhe River, and how many elite soldiers of Sichuan and Zhejiang soldiers were lost under Nurhachi's soldiers, so that the imperial court had no troops to adjust for a while.

By the way, General Ma, your father-in-law, Zhang Quan, the Liaodong Inspector at that time, will also kill himself after the fall of Liaoyang.

And in the meantime, you Shi Yan Tusi soldiers and Xiong Tingbi were easily transferred to the north, and they also had a fight, and they almost fought with each other to the point of incompatibility.

Rao is like this, I, a small but unwilling traverser, still think about whether I can rescue the imminent situation of the Ming Dynasty.

The sun arches and tries to reverse some of the articulation points of history.

After all, the current chief soldier of Zhenjiang in Nanzhili is still Qi Jin, the descendant of Qi Jiguang.

After all, it is not an exaggeration for me to say that I have a friendship with you, General Ma.

After all, Lu Xiangsheng was also fooled by me.

After all, my other brother Yan Siqi is about to become rich.

So, why can't I build a Huangpu Military Academy on the banks of the Huangpu River, which has already started digging and widening 300 years in advance?

……

It was night, in the official post of Songjiang Prefecture.

Qin Liangyu sat in the front hall of the upper room, looking at the silver ticket on the table.

Between Chengdu and Chongqing in Shudi, this kind of deed paper that can be exchanged for silver has also begun to be used.

However, the silver tickets here in Jiangnan are more complicated and exquisitely printed, which makes forgers even more prohibitive.

Not long after, Ma Xianglin came back from the practice banquet set up by Zhuangfutai.

After Qin Liangyu waited for his son to drink a cup of sobering tea sent by the guy, he said in a deep voice: "Xianglin, you are not here, I and the eldest daughter-in-law of the Gu Mansion, Grandma Shen, did not entertain a few words, so she said goodbye, leaving this wooden box, saying that the elders of the Gu Mansion learned that I was going to Jingshi to propose marriage, a little small gift, and make up for the excitement of the happy event." I thought it was hairpin ring jewelry or something, but I didn't expect it to be a thousand taels of silver tickets. This gift is not too heavy. ”

Ma Xianglin picked up the silver ticket and looked at it, opened the small paper bag sealed with fire paint in the box, tore it open, memorized the secret words attached to the silver ticket, and went to burn it on the candlestick.

One thousand taels is nothing, but it's just a fraction of what I got for some people on my trip south.

He then said to his mother lightly: "Mother, don't be afraid, I went back to protect Miss Han when I suppressed bandits, and later gave Dong Qichang a head." The Han family is the in-law of the Gu Mansion, and the Dong family is the family friend of the Gu Mansion, and it is reasonable for the Gu Mansion to respect me as a guest. Here in the south of the Yangtze River, the government is poor, the gentry are rich, and a thousand taels of silver is really nothing to them. Yesterday, the Dong family also gave a pair of jade bracelets and a set of gold jewelry, which are at least worth a thousand taels. ”

Qin Liangyu stared at his son's face and fell into the memory.

Four years ago, there was a rebellion in western Sichuan, and Qin Liangyu, who was a female toast in stone, led the army to quell the rebellion as before.

The rebels were defeated, and the western frontier of the Ming Dynasty returned to calm again, but Qin Liangyu's youngest brother, Qin Bangyi, was killed by an arrow. Qin Liangyu fell ill in grief and exhaustion, and his only son, Ma Xianglin, who was only 16 years old, went to Beijing to sacrifice prisoners and receive rewards from the imperial court.

After my son came back that time, there was a lot of change. The knot in the young man's heart that was originally caused by his father's false death seems to be unraveling.

At that time, listening to his son say things like "Long live and the officials of the military department all praise his mother", "Daming still values our stone and earth soldiers", Qin Liangyu finally felt a little relieved.

She only has this one son, and of course she is afraid that the day when her son inherits the title of Shi Yan Tusi in the future, the hidden hatred will change from deep pain to a rebellious determination, causing the whole Shi Yan to fall into the abyss.

The last thing a general who has really experienced a brutal war wants to see is a new war.

After entering Beijing that time, his son showed his will to repay the court's kindness, led the army to aid Hanzhong several times, and after suppressing the rebellion of the displaced people, he was promoted by the military department to train soldiers near Gyeonggi.

In this way, the mother and son have only been reunited during the Spring Festival for three years. It wasn't until last year that Qin Liangyu learned from the good news sent by Chongqing that his son had made new contributions, exterminated a large number of water bandits in Nanzhili, and transferred to Zhenjiang to assist Qi Jiguang's descendant Qi Jin in training troops.

The Qin family is full of generals, and Xianglin's two uncles, Qin Bangping and Qin Minping, heard from their sister that their nephews are so promising, and they are so happy that they have a three-day hundred-table banquet in the village.

However, Qin Liangyu, as a mother, soon fell into new worries.

The son sent a letter, not only saying that he would not return home during the Spring Festival and that he would escort the Weaving Bureau to the south, but also asked his mother to go out of Sichuan after the Spring Festival, and after meeting him in Songjiang, he went north to Beijing and proposed to Zhang Quan, the squire of the military department.

The Weaving Bureau and the Shenji Camp are both managed by eunuchs.

Although Qin Liangyu sincerely hoped that his son would not have different intentions towards the court, he did not expect that the son who lost his father due to the eunuch's rape and framing would have formed an unusual friendship with the eunuch in both official and private affairs in just three years.

Seeing each other in Songjiang this time, this worried mother only got her son's filial piety and obedience as before, but she didn't get an explanation from him.

What Ma Xianglin and his mother said was not deeper than the few words in the family letter, it was nothing more than that Liu Shimin took care of himself, and although Zhang Shilang was a civil servant, he could be a son-in-law with the Tusi military general, such a good opportunity must not be lost.

For the first time, Qin Liangyu felt that his son's face was covered with a strange shadow.

The Songjiang gentry gave a generous gift of 1,000 taels of silver, which made her feel even hot.

But at this moment, Qin Liangyu no longer asked about the silver ticket and the Gu Mansion, but got up and took a bamboo leaf brocade baggage.

"Xianglin, today Miss Zheng accompanied me to Sheshan to enjoy the scenery, and when she sent me back, she gave these foreheads, cloud shoulders and handkerchiefs, saying that she and the young lady embroidered them, or the new style of their own weaving workshop, please let your bride smile."

Ma Xianglin didn't look through it like when he saw the silver ticket just now.

He glanced at it, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and then cast his gaze back and said "She has a heart."

In such a short moment, the subtle change in the son's expression still could not escape the mother's eyes.

Qin Liangyu saw a hint of his son's unwillingness, and then restrained it, replacing it with a false disdain, trying to hide the ensuing amazement.

In fact, even if there were no ups and downs at this moment, in Miss Zheng's school that day, Qin Liangyu had already discerned his son's thoughts - his son, who had often been silent since he was a teenager, suddenly became talkative in front of Miss Zheng.

However, Qin Liangyu was not without regret that there was no turmoil in Miss Zheng's heart, and her gaze at Xianglin was no different from looking at the official scroll Yao and the Lu Gongzi.

Qin Liangyu tied his burden under the lamp again, and said to his son with a complex tone that intertwined seriousness and kindness: "Those who are close and distant have given generous gifts, which shows how important the marriage is." Xianglin, have you thought about it, do you really want to marry Zhang Shilang's daughter? ”

Ma Xianglin poured a few sips of tea and said with a smile: "Since it is decided, I will invite my mother out of Sichuan." Isn't my mother looking forward to hugging her grandson? ”

Qin Liangyu sighed faintly: "It's good to think about it." ”

The female general stood up, her tall figure like a god in the light of the candlelight in the dark night.

"Mother went to rest first. My mother can only fight for half her life, and she doesn't know what to do. There are many Han courtesies, and after entering Beijing, you should remember to tell your mother first. ”