Zhu Qiyu also pursued the imperial technique of Emperor Wen of the Han Dynasty: kill everything that should be killed in the front, and then you can be a good person in the back.

Of course, I still didn't learn thoroughly enough, and finally I still didn't go to the step of killing my brother and nephew.

I was always too soft-hearted, too soft-hearted, and refused to be stained with the blood of my brothers and nephews.

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiyu sighed: "It takes someone like Li Shimin to become the emperor of the ages, and I am still far behind after all." ”

Lin Xiangyu teased: "Duducious man, you definitely don't think so in your heart." You are actually proud that you are a little more noble than Emperor Wen of Han and Emperor Taizong of Tang. ”

Seeing that his careful thinking was exposed, Zhu Qiyu smiled: "What kind of brother kills nephew, no one will remember this after thousands of years." Besides, Li Bai has a poem: 'The ancient sages are all lonely, and only the drinker leaves his name'.

I can't make a name for myself by drinking, and I can't write poetry, but I can write books. ”

"Oh? Husband can even write a book? Do you want to write a book and speak and write a word? ”

Zhu Qiyu replied confidently: "I will write a book, and when I write a book for you, it will come out." ”

Lin Xiangyu asked curiously: "Have you thought about the title and content of the book?" ”

Zhu Qiyu asked: "I want to write a book of love based on our husband and five daughters, which is called "The Goddess of Northern Qi"?" ”

Lin Xiangyu said with a smile: "Li Shangyin has a poem: the little pity jade body is all over the night, and it has been reported to Master Zhou to enter Jinyang." Feng Xiaopi, the favorite concubine of the Northern Qi Dynasty, has a quatrain, which can be regarded as a name for eternity and worthwhile. ”

Zhu Qiyu was immediately asked, wanting to have a quatrain, an idiom, it is really something that can be met but not sought.

There are even rumors in the wild history that Song Zhiwen brutally killed his nephew Liu Xiyi in order to take a poem for himself.

There is a quatrain in the poem: the flowers are similar every year, and the people are different every year.

This wild history has been widely circulated, and the truth or falsehood is unknown, but it shows that a quatrain is rare.

Zhu Qiyu thought of his favorite ancient master again, and wrote so many masterpieces, but he also came out with the sentence 'People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves'.

A few people were chatting nonsense, and Qianxue and Suxi ran in in a hurry.

As soon as the second daughter came in, she put down the notebook, took off her coat, and drilled into Zhu Qiyu's arms.

Zhu Qiyu hugged her favorite twin little sisters, but she was distressed: "It's raining heavily outside, in such weather, I have to let my woman run around outside, I'm really ashamed to be my husband." ”

Qianxue smiled: "That is the case, the husband will first burn the inside of the slave, and then read the playbook." ”

"I don't have any important military reports today, do you?"

"Nope."

When Zhu Qiyu heard this, he put down the light snow, pressed it under him, and got close to him to his heart's content.

After more than half an hour, the rain outside gradually stopped, and the pear blossoms of the little sisters of Light Snow and Suxi were already crying.

Zhu Qiyu leaned on the backrest contentedly, hugged the two little women in his arms, and began to process the notebook.

First of all, read the military newspaper first.

Zhu Qiyu was pleasantly surprised to find that according to the two reports of Tao Jin and Fan Guang, the Ming army on the northern front was preparing to launch a general offensive at the end of the month.

This time is a good choice, if it drags on any longer, once it is winter, the weather is cold and frozen, and the grassland is no longer as muddy as it is now, then the Mongolian army will run fast.

At that time, as long as Hara was willing to be ruthless and ran to the Western Regions without his life, he was really left in the green mountains, and he was not afraid of running out of firewood.

It is better to get rid of these evils once and for all for the sake of future generations.

These nomadic tribes, it is really a wildfire that cannot be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Mongols were all cleaned up like that, and there was still a Dzungar Khanate to confront the Qing Dynasty.

Zhu Qiyu shook his head, continued to read the military report carefully, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after carefully confirming that Tao Jin and Fan Guang did not have the idea of dividing troops in multiple ways.

As long as there is no division of troops, there will be a fight.

Zhu Qiyu is not afraid of anything else, he is afraid of dividing troops, and he is really afraid that the word division of troops will appear in the military newspaper.

As for the Baili Company camp or something, it will definitely not appear. The vast grassland is not suitable for a hundred miles of company camps.

Lin Xiangyu said with a smile on the side: "The slave family really admires the perseverance of the Mongols, this battle has been fought for more than half a year, and they have persisted for so long.

They want grain but no grain, they want iron ore but no iron ore, and they are short of tea and salt, let alone firearms.

If I were Agabarji and Haraku, I would not be able to resist at all, and I would obediently surrender to my husband. ”

Zhu Qiyu nodded: "This is also true, if they are in the position of first, they may not be able to become a hero."

This is the situation that creates heroes, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Qizhen, father and son, plus Sanyang, love Wara love to die and live, step by step to raise Wara into a behemoth.

If the father and son of Agabarzi were in that position, they would have managed their own power into a behemoth.

Unfortunately, they were unlucky enough to run into me.

I will step on them and become holy. ”

"What if they surrender?"

Zhu Qiyu scratched his head: "No, I don't think their father and son will surrender, and I didn't think they would."

Besides, even if they did surrender, Tokhtarbuhua and Ara's old subordinates would not let them go.

In my opinion, they are left with only one dead end. ”

Qianxue added: "Our 10,000 battalion state guards have set off, and the battle of Dongsheng is about to officially begin." ”

Zhu Qiyu nodded, his 10,000 personal guards had already been prepared, and with an order, he could immediately set off and go to the front line in Shanxi.

This time, all the elite soldiers who could be sent were sent.

Zhu Qiyu took out the military report sent by He Yi and Xu Yongning, read it carefully, and then nodded again and again: "It is also the end of the month, Datong's 20,000 Tiance Guards, 15,000 Baoding Guards, plus the newly arrived 10,000 Yingzhou Guards, transported grain and grass supplies to Dongsheng City.

This is Agabarzi's last chance, and he should inevitably send out the main force to volley.

The decisive battle between the two armies will be fought between Dongsheng and Datong.

The specific location, don't end up in Baideng, then it will be a historical reincarnation. ”

Zhu Qiyu didn't expect that he couldn't help but talk about everything, and it was likely that he would have to say a word.

……

September 23, Hulunbuir Prairie.

Although the rain has stopped, the water from the mountains still converges on Hulun Lake and then flows into the Wuersun River.

The Mongol and Jurchen coalition forces of the Porly and Chang'an Nu were blocked east of the Ursun River and have been doing nothing for these days.

Even, the Jurchen army retreated into the Xing'an Mountains.

The Jurchen is a fishing and hunting tribe, and you can still find something to eat in the mountains, but you can only eat grass on the grassland.

It's just that the rain in the mountains is heavier, and the Jurchen Department is also tormented and miserable, and they are not in the mood to attack the Ming army according to the original plan.

(End of chapter)