Seiwa

The drawing of the chariot was delivered, Meng Qinghe took two steps back, stood in the wing room, and waited for Shen Qianhu to have a look.

In addition to the chariots painted on the paper, there is also a suggestion to use mules and horses to carry tigers and squat guns, and to assemble cavalry.Shen Xuan hadn't spoken yet, Yang Duo was already surprised, asked and learned that the pier outside the city was also Meng Qinghe's idea, so he couldn't help but look at him twice.

"Meng Baihu is a great talent." Yang Duo's voice was deeper than Shen Xuan's, like an elegant cello sound.

Meng Qinghe hurriedly said: "Yang Qianhu is absurd, he dare not take a humble position."

"Meng Baihu doesn't need to be modest, brother Shen has such talents, and Yang is very envious."

Yang Qianhu is very handsome, with a sunny smile, and it is very easy to get the favor of others.

In the previous life, Meng Qinghe could do it in terms of looks and figure, but in this life... he lowered his head and glanced at his small body, it couldn't be compared, and the comparison brought tears to his eyes.

After about half a cup of tea, Shen Qianhu put away the drawings, did not make any comments on the chariot on the drawings, praised Meng Qinghe for his good spirit, and dismissed Meng Baihu with a few words.

Yang Duo seemed to want to ask Meng Qinghe a few more questions, but was interrupted by Shen Xuan, so he had to give up.

"It's all right, Meng Baihu can leave now."

"Yes."

Shen Qianhu spoke out, what else could Meng Qinghe do?You can only turn around and go out after saluting.

Standing at the door of the wing room, Meng Baihu looked back at the shadow reflected on the paper window, with a little doubt on his expression, scratching his chin, Shen Qianhu seemed unhappy?

Shaking his head, he probably thought too much.

Who is this Yang Qianhu?Always feel a little familiar.If he has seen such a person, he will never forget it, and he has no impression... Could it be because his temperament is very similar to Shen Qianhu?

The frontier soldiers all carried a murderous aura, but such a murderous god like Shen Qianhu was rare, and there were very few of them.

No matter the frontier soldiers or the Tartars, those who have seen Shen Xuan still have deep memories of his evil spirit.Forget about the frontier army, especially the Tartars, after a few months ago the northern kings jointly raided, even if they had never met Shen Xuan, they had heard of his evil name.Once you encounter it, you have to detour far away.

On this point, not to mention Yang Duo, even Xu Zhong, the guard commander who has guarded the Kaiping Guard for many years, may not be as famous as Shen Qianhu.

Therefore, it is necessary to become famous as soon as possible. The famous name is Fang Xiaoru. Emperor Hongwu, who inspected officials with a magnifying glass, told his grandson that this Fang will be a pillar of the court, an absolute loyal minister, and should be reused.Shen Xuan has a fierce reputation, and after several battles with the Tartars, his reputation has already spread throughout northern Xinjiang.

Meng Qinghe stood at the door of the wing room with a pensive expression on his face,

The general banner that informed him before stepped forward, "Is there anything else for Meng Baihu?"

"nothing."

"That being the case, it's getting late, Baihu should leave earlier."

Those two people inside were not good at dealing with each other, and the matter discussed was confidential. It was surprising to see Meng Qinghe. If he was not careful, Meng Baihu might be ruined, and he himself would not get well.

Thanking the other party for reminding, Meng Qinghe asked in a low voice, "That Yang Qianhu looked at the face?"

The general flag hesitated for a moment, and temporarily concealed Yang Duo's identity as the guard of Yanshan, and only told Meng Qinghe that Yang Qianhu was transferred from Quanningwei and belonged to Song Dudu.

"Thank you for letting me know."

Meng Qinghe smiled, knowing that Zongqi's words were not finished, but did not continue to ask.According to the current situation, Song Dudu should not know that Yang Qianhu and Shen Qianhu have a good "friendship".

Walking out of the Qianhu House, there were sporadic snowflakes in the sky again, with raindrops sandwiched in the snowflakes, and it became colder and colder.

As April approaches, the temperature in the frontier fortress has not yet warmed up, and such rain and snow are common.Meng Qinghe didn't dare to delay, and immediately quickened his pace.The injury on his body is just right, and if he catches a cold again, he may really leave the root cause of the disease.

A healthy body is the greatest capital, and he has become a sick child. What he realizes his life ideals and what he tries to work hard are all jokes.

The rain and snow became heavier and heavier, and hailstones fell halfway, and ice beads the size of fingernails hit people, causing pain.

Fortunately, Meng Qinghe ran fast and went home first, otherwise he would be blocked on the road.

There was no fire in the house, and Meng Hu and Meng Qingjiang were both on duty at the top of the city today.

Meng Qinghe stomped his feet, lit the candle, and by the light, tore off his wet robe and changed into a cotton blouse.Rubbing his hands together, he went to the stove and started a fire, squatted in front of the stove and blew a few times, coughing until he was choked, finally there was some heat in the room.

I added water to the cauldron, looked around, scooped up half a bowl of white noodles extravagantly, cut a small piece of meat, pulled a few wild vegetables, and planned to make a pot of pimple soup.

This is a craft that Meng Qinghe only learned after he went to the frontier, and it is also the only thing that Meng Twelve Lang makes, except for broth, that can be eaten.

According to Meng Hu's words, Meng Twelve Lang was born rich and wealthy, not a material for work.Don't look at his pen is good, his words are clear and logical, but in practice, just one sentence is horrible.

The gnocchi is rolled in hot water, sprinkled with salt, covered with a lid, regardless of whether it will become a pot of batter, in short, as long as it can fill the stomach.

There were still two soba pancakes in the cupboard, which were already cold. Meng Qinghe tried to take a bite, but it was okay.

It was warm in the stove, Meng Qinghe moved a wooden pier, holding a big bowl, biting a buckwheat noodle pancake, and was about to start eating when he heard a knock on the door.

Wipe your mouth, who will it be at this time?Rotation is not the point.

Putting down the bowl, he got up and opened the courtyard door. Seeing the person standing at the door, Meng Twelve Lang froze for a moment.

"Thousands?"

Shen Xuan was followed by only two frontier soldiers, and the military officer's uniform was already wet.

Meng Qinghe hurriedly invited people into the house, found some dry cloth towels, and lit another oil lamp, and the room was much brighter.

"Don't be surprised by Baihu." A frontier soldier following Shen Xuan said, "Qianhu is patrolling the city at night, and when it rains and snows, he knows that Meng Baihu lives here, so he borrows a place to hide."

"Where." Meng Qinghe said hurriedly, "Thousands of households come here, and the humble house is full of brilliance."

But he was wondering, Shen Qianhu was discussing something with Yang Qianhu, why did he patrol the city in a blink of an eye?What's more, you only bring two people to patrol the city?Or is everyone else sheltering from the rain nearby?

Doubts are doubts, and Meng Qinghe never said anything that shouldn't be asked.

There is nothing wrong with being cautious.

There was no brazier in the house, and the heavy snow and hail could not stop for a while, Meng Qinghe wanted to boil some hot water under the stove, a frontier soldier hurriedly got up and followed, saw the noodle soup in the pot, and asked: "Haven't the hundred households eaten yet? "

"Just ate."

"Is this pot of batter made by Baihu?" Bian Jun said with a smile, "It smells really good."

"...This is pimple soup."

Border Army: "..."

The two looked at each other speechlessly, but Shen Qianhu came over at this moment, without saying a word, he automatically and consciously found a large bowl and handed it to Meng Qinghe.

Meng Baihu blinked, what is this for?

Shen Qianhu's expression remained unchanged, and neither did his movements.

After a while, Meng Twelve Lang finally came to his senses.

He took the bowl, scooped up a bowl of pimple soup and handed it over, watching Shen Qianhu pointing directly at the edge of the bowl without using chopsticks, there was still no trace of rudeness in his actions.

Meng Qinghe remained silent for a long time.

Shen Qianhu standing in his own kitchen drinking pimple soup?

This world is really unreal.

Shen Qianhu put down the bowl, "Meng Baihu's craftsmanship is pretty good."

Meng Qinghe's expression was very subtle, and the frontier soldier who walked into the kitchen with him before had an even more subtle expression.

Isn't that irony?

The rain and snow gradually subsided, Shen Xuan got up and left, pushed open the door, the cold wind blowing the remaining snow into the house, in the light of the snow, the black eyes were darker than the night, "Be more cautious in recent days."

Meng Qinghe raised his head, and Shen Xuan had already walked into the vast night.

In April, King Yan returned to his vassal from Nanjing. On the way, he heard that the court had arrested King Xiang for the crime of private printing of treasures. King Xiang didn't want to be insulted by the prison officials. The family set fire to the news and spit out a mouthful of blood in front of everyone. , fainted.

Soon, both Peking and Nanjing received news that King Yan was seriously ill.

Song Zhong and others who specially led troops to Beiping, like Emperor Jianwen in Nanjing, suspected that it was fake that King Yan was seriously ill.However, Emperor Jianwen did not listen to the advice of Zhuo Jing and others, did not keep King Yan, and returned to the mountain with a tiger. Even if he had doubts, he could not immediately verify it.

People of insight in the court did not understand what Emperor Jianwen was thinking.A great opportunity was presented to him, but he let it go for nothing!Really caring about family affection, why is King Xiang's family so heroic, and Emperor Jianwen blinked and planned to attack King Min again?

Double standard?

Or are you really confused about priorities?

Among the people who were angry with the emperor was the elder brother of Princess Yan, the brother-in-law of King Yan, Xu Huizu, the Duke of Wei.

Xu Huizu felt a little cold after several attempts to remonstrate, sitting alone at home, thanking guests behind closed doors, and at the same time declaring to the outside world that he was also ill.

The emperor personally sent people to condolences, but Xu Huizu's condition did not improve.No wonder Wei Guogong is like this, helping the emperor guard against his brother-in-law and nephew, trying to come up with ideas, but the emperor just doesn't listen, and no one feels good.

Xu Huizu's younger brother Xu Zengshou couldn't see his elder brother like this, so he complained a few words at home, but after being reprimanded by Xu Huizu, he didn't say anything, but there was resentment in his heart.When he was leaving the mansion, he happened to meet Li Jinglong, Duke of the State of Cao, and was teased for a few words. He followed Li Jinglong and went straight to the weathered place in Nanjing City, and did not return overnight.He was relieved, but Xu Huizu's face turned blue with anger. If he hadn't been "ill", he would definitely have brought Xu Zengshou back in person, and his family would take care of him.

Wei Guogong had a fake illness, while Zeng Fengshao, the supervisory censor, and Zhuo Jing, the servant of the household department, had real illnesses. Spitting blood became a common occurrence, and people who were not sick could get sick.

The only few fierce men in the imperial court fell one after another, Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng and others could only talk on paper, and the remaining quails had already been scared out of courage by King Yan, and no one went up to impeach King Yan for being disrespectful to the emperor.

In mid-April, King Yan's guard of honor arrived in Beiping, and the prince went out of the city to greet him in person.Song Zhong, who had not long arrived in Peiping, was also in the welcoming team. Beside him, Zhang Bing, the chief envoy of Peking, and Xie Gui, the commander of the capital, were standing beside him. Even Bao Zhao, the interview envoy, was waiting by the roadside in official uniform.

The defense of King Yan's Mansion is like an iron barrel. If you want to find out whether King Yan is really sick or fake, now is the best chance.

Unexpectedly, King Yan didn't show up at all, and the guard of honor went directly to the city. The Gaoyang County King who was following the elephant changed his usual arrogance, jumped off his horse, worried, and said to everyone: "My father is seriously ill, I can't get up, and I can't see you." Feng, please forgive me."

The king of Gaoyang County lowered his posture, what else can Zhang Bing and others do?

I can only be considerate.

When Xiang Ren entered the palace, the gate was closed, blocking all prying eyes.

King Yan, who was seriously ill, was carried off from the elephant leg. His face was like gold paper, and his breath was like gossamer, as if he was about to return home on a crane in the next moment.

The good doctor of the palace was carrying the medicine box, and his head was sweating. Concubine Yan and the three sons of King Yan were all guarding the hall, and there were layers of guards outside the hall. Even the chief of the palace, Shi, couldn't get close.

Ge Cheng was stopped by the guards, so he had to retreat.Zhu Gaochi had already sent someone to keep an eye on him. Without evidence, he could not be dealt with for the time being, but he had to monitor his every move.

In the hall, King Yan was lying on the bed, and his concubine was wiping his face with a brocade handkerchief, complaining as she wiped, "My lord should tell me in advance, so that I can be confident."

Among the three brothers, only Zhu Gaoxu knew from the beginning to the end that King Yan was pretending to be sick. Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaosui were really relieved when they saw that their father was indeed fine.

The good doctor of the palace knew that the prince was not sick, but he had to prescribe the medicine, and he had to prescribe it according to the serious illness.

After pondering for a while, he wrote a prescription and showed it to the King of Yan first. After the King of Yan nodded, he handed it to the eunuch accompanying him.

"Doctor Liu please take care of me."

"Don't dare, this is the responsibility of the old man."

The good doctor left with the medicine box, Princess Yan got up and retreated into the side hall, King Yan sent someone to call Daoyan, the three brothers Zhu Gaochi were about to leave, but King Yan stayed behind.

Not to mention Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui, even Zhu Gaochi couldn't hide his surprise.Father and Monk Daoyan played chess to discuss matters, and rarely allowed others to be by their side, so the three of them were left behind, isn't it?

The three of them had guesses in their hearts, and they showed more or less excited expressions.

The eunuch Sanbao withdrew from the hall, took a waist card from Wangfu Dianbao, took a few trustworthy fire fighters and guards, and set off for Kaipingwei again.

A group of people left in a hurry, saying to the outside world that the prince was seriously ill and wanted to see the only son of his righteous brother, even if someone suspected him, he could not openly stop him.

Monk Meng Qing didn't know at this time that his life would be completely changed with the arrival of Sanbao and his party.

Jing Nan's big ship was about to set sail, and the ticket was about to be delivered to him.