Zhejiang, Zhejiang's Governor's Palace.

In the study, Hu Zongxian put aside the battle report sent by Qi Jiguang from the front line, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, Quanzhou City is defended, otherwise how many people will suffer!" ”

Immediately afterwards, Hu Zongxian's face was full of confusion, and he kept pacing in the study with his hands behind his back.

"This Qi Jiguang has a big problem for me."

Hu Zongxian sighed deeply, his face full of melancholy.

What can make Hu Zongxian, the governor of a province, so worried, is naturally what Qi Jiguang mentioned in the war report - the Fran cannon that appeared at the site of the siege of the Japanese invaders.

According to Qi Jiguang, the furlong cannons left at the scene were at least eight or nine percent new, and someone in the army must have resold them to the Japanese invaders! As for who it is, Hu Zongxian already has a rough guess in his heart.

If this matter is reported to the imperial court, it will inevitably provoke the wrath of the saints, and the number of people involved will be uncountable. After all, there are some things that are not weighed without one or two, and even a thousand catties can't be beaten if they are weighed! Assuming that this matter is concealed and only the battle of Quanzhou City is reported, it will be a situation where you are good, I am good, and everyone is good.

After weighing it for a long time, Hu Zongxian still didn't make up his mind, and when he was irritable, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the letter that he had forgotten for a long time, which was sent by his teacher Yan Song before, but he had not had time to read it because he was busy with the war before.

Hu Zongxian approached and opened the letter, on which were written the four big characters of Ruzhen himself.

Hu Zongxian randomly found a seat and sat down, and began to read the above content.

In the letter, the teacher was still so concerned about his body and gave strong support in terms of armaments, money and food, and Hu Zongxian couldn't help but feel a trace of warmth in his heart.

When Hu Zongxian saw the last sentence, his face changed suddenly, and the content on it was: "You can't stop it, you can't kill it all!" ”

After being silent for a long time, Hu Zongxian stood up, holding the letter paper in his hand, the whole person looked very helpless, and said to himself silently: "Teacher, you did something wrong!" ”

"You once commented on me like this, saying that I, Hu Zongxian, will not mislead the country or the people in major affairs! Now it'......"

Hu Zongxian staggered to the candle flame, threw the letter into it, and watched it turn into ashes, and at the moment when the letter paper turned to ashes, Hu Zongxian only felt that something had passed away from him forever.

'Knock knock! Just then, there was a knock on the door from outside.

"Come in, what's the matter?" Hu Zongxian's face was unswerving, but he still let the comer in.

"Your Excellency, this is a letter that Your Majesty wrote to you personally! Sent by the miscellaneous family. ”

Hearing that it was Jiajing's letter to himself, Hu Zongxian's beard moved, and then he knelt down and took the letter from the messenger's hand.

"Now that the letter has been delivered, the miscellaneous family will take their leave."

"Father-in-law walks slowly." Hu Zongxian bowed.

When the father-in-law who delivered the letter left, Hu Zongxian closed the door of the study and opened the letter as before.

The content of the letter was not much, only a few sentences, and Hu Zongxian quickly read it.

"Serving the king for thousands of miles, asking for nothing, and knowing the hardships of the side, how can he seek for his wife? What you do, I will not be disappointed! ”

Hu Zongxian's whole person seemed to be enchanted, and he kept muttering those few lines of poetry in his mouth, and couldn't help hiding his face and crying: "Your Majesty is really a confidant of the minister!" ”

"Minister Hu Zongxian knocks to see Your Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Hu Zongxian said, and knocked his head three times in the direction of Jingshi.

After the mood completely calmed down, Hu Zongxian returned to the desk with a firm expression, spread out the pen and paper, without any embellishment, and wrote everything that happened in Quanzhou City as it was.

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Quanzhou City, the inner courtyard of the county government.

At this moment, Yang Zongtai was holding a book in his hand and lying on the bed in every scoundrel.

Two days have passed since the Battle of Quanzhou, and the corpses on the battlefield have been collected. Recalling the scene at that time, Yang Zongtai still has lingering palpitations, what if the reinforcements did not arrive? Wouldn't it be that the people of Quanzhou City, as well as their wives and children, would be poisoned by the Japanese invaders, thinking of this, Yang Zongtai didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Really, the doctor told you to rest for a while, why are you reading a book again!"

The door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Yang Zongtai's wife came in with a bowl of soup and medicine, with a look of disgust on her face.

"Ahem, am I not bored?"

"Come, open your mouth, ah."

The soup in the bowl was extremely bitter, and Yang Zongtai only drank two spoonfuls and didn't want to drink it anymore.

"Obedient, drink the medicine, such a big person, how can he look like a child! The doctor said that good medicine is good for disease. Yang Zongtai's wife frowned, put the decoction on the table, and pretended to be angry.

"I'll drink the medicine later, now, hehe." Yang Zongtai smiled and took his wife into his arms and held her hand tightly.

"Ah, in broad daylight!" Yang Zongtai's wife exclaimed, and her face turned crimson with shame.

Feeling the temperature from his wife's hand, Yang Zongtai said silently: "I won't tell you, I was really scared at that time, I was afraid that Quanzhou City would be broken, I was afraid that I would die, and I was even more afraid of ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was blocked by his wife with her hand: "Don't talk about this, it's all over." ”

"What happened to the soldiers who died in battle? Is it buried? What about Master Lee? ”

"The imperial court has been buried uniformly, and double the pension has been given on the original basis, and their families don't have to worry."

"That's fine." Yang Zongtai nodded and said softly.

"By the way, I'm listening to that... What general said, you have made a great contribution this time! Lord Hu, the governor of Zhejiang, wants to personally ask for credit for you, haven't you always wanted to leave here? ”

Yang Zongtai smiled, didn't say anything, just stroked his wife's hair.

Just when the husband and wife were warm, the voice of the guard came from outside: "Lord Yuzhi County, there are many people gathered here outside the county office!" ”

"What? Wait a minute, I'll take a look. With the help of his wife, Yang Zongtai put on his official uniform and reluctantly got up from the bed.

"Stay safe." The wife admonished uneasily.

"Okay." Yang Zongtai replied with a smile.

When Yang Zongtai walked out of the county office, he saw that on the street outside the county office, there were many people kneeling densely. ”

"Everyone, please get up, I am an official sent to Quanzhou by the imperial court, and since I am an official for one term, I will benefit one party!"

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The capital, the palace of nourishing the heart.

Jiajing sat upright on the futon, his eyes were closed, and his breathing was smooth, if there were immortal cultivators present, he could see at a glance that the essence between heaven and earth was being absorbed by Jiajing.

Since the last time he used the breathing method to increase the mana in his body, Jiajing has often meditated, meditated and concentrated, and has now reached the state where he can enter the state without reciting the Tao Te Ching.

"Whew~"

Jiajing exhaled a long breath of turbidity, opened his eyes, and as the breathing continued, the impurities in his body had been eliminated, and his senses were much sharper, and even the dark injuries he had suffered before had been repaired, and Jiajing suddenly felt comfortable.

"Your Majesty, Hu Zongxian, the governor of Zhejiang and the governor of Zhejiang, has a good performance."

"Bring it on!"

"Yes."