Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 878

The celebration banquet was the same as before but somewhat different, with the same regulations, the same banquet, and the same delicious wine, but compared with the hustle and bustle of the attack on Beixiang, the generals at the celebration banquet tonight also brought Laughing, but something was missing.

The emperor didn't tell the truth, he kept smiling all night, and he never refused the toasts from the generals.

Hua Jingchang pulled Hua Jingyun to eat wine, one glass after another, hooking Hua Jingyun's shoulder, "Brother regretted going to Huyaguan, but also rejoiced that he went to Huyaguan."

"Peace and prosperity, oh, it's easy to say, but it's so difficult, come, drink."

After drinking a glass of wine, Hua Jingchang closed his eyes, Hua Jingyun said, "Brother, you are drunk."

"Are you drunk?"

Hua Jingchang smiled, raised his head and poured another glass of wine into his throat, "It's good to be drunk."

Hua Jingyun only came back to the mansion in the middle of the night, smelling of alcohol all over her body, perhaps she had too much to say, so she directly woke up Wen Mianmian who was already asleep, and before Wen Mianmian opened her eyes, she smelled the smell of alcohol , "Why did you drink so much wine?"

Hua Jingyun stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, and sighed, "On occasions like tonight, it's not enough to drink two glasses. The eldest brother and the second brother were both carried back."

"The generals present tonight tried their best to laugh, but they couldn't laugh. Their laughs were uglier than crying."

"General Liang said that he was so aggrieved that he hadn't won a battle. His heart was panicked, and he felt that wine was bitter."

"Brother said that even now he can occasionally smell the stench of corpses from the tip of his nose."

Listening to his ramblings, Wen Mianmian, who had woken up, understood a little bit. It was because the impact on the battlefield was too great, and the actions of Yingyu people exceeded the bottom line of human beings.
Those generals and soldiers were traumatized and needed psychological treatment. They raised their heads and said, "Isn't this a trivial matter?"

"Ah."

Hua Jingyun nodded, "Father means to have a banquet in the general's mansion and invite the generals to drink together."

Wen Mianmian thought about it for a while, "When I was a child, I heard or saw something terrible. Although I laughed it off at the time, but when I closed my eyes at night, all those terrible things were in front of me, and I was too scared to sleep."

"It may be fine as time goes by, but some things may be remembered for a long time, so that you will be timid when you encounter similar things."

"If the anger and fear in the soldiers' hearts hadn't been turned into hatred and vented at that time, I'm afraid it would become heart disease and affect the combat power. It may not be possible to rely on drinking and drinking alone."

Hua Jingyun also thought so, "I want someone to compose a majestic and majestic piece of music, with lyrics that complement each other, and arrange an imposing dance to be performed in the barracks."

"In addition, I also want to suggest that my father-in-law start a military competition in the army, and those who win will be rewarded, so that the generals and soldiers will not have to spend so much time thinking about the battlefield, and secondly, it can also improve their momentum."

Wen Mianmian sat up, "You thought about it yourself?"

Wasn't it Liu Kuoyuan's move?
"I just thought about it on the way back, and it didn't have any purpose. I just wanted to do something?" Hua Jingyun took her hand and looked up at her, "What do you think, I'm going to talk to my father-in-law."

Wen Mianmian smiled and said: "I don't know anything about the military, you just need to discuss it with Dad."

She's too good, so I don't want to make a fool of myself.

Hua Jingyun nodded, and pulled her to lie down, "Go to sleep."

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, just when Wen Mianmian was about to fall asleep again, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the courtyard, the steward woke Hua Jingyun from outside the door, and soon Hua Jingyun called someone in serve.

The Zhang family sent someone to report that Old General Zhang was about to die.

"Why is it so sudden? Doesn't it mean that it can last for three months?"

Wen Mianmian followed in a hurry and went out without a hairpin on her hair. Just as she was about to board the car, the gate of the General's Mansion opened. His father came out and saw that he was about to get on the horse. Wen Mianmian said, " Dad, you just had a drink, take the car."

Mrs. Wen pulled him and walked towards the carriage, "It's better to take the car, it's not safe to ride a horse in the dark."

The few people didn't say much, got in the car and headed towards Zhang's house.

When they arrived, several imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital and the judges from the Korean Academy had come. The old general's house was full of people, and the female relatives were all bowing their heads and sobbing. They didn't see Mrs. Zhang, presumably they were in the back room.

The secretary reluctantly asked them to wait outside while he entered the room. Several lamps were lit in the room, but no matter how many lights were left on, the room seemed not bright enough. The smell of bitter medicine mixed with strong The smell of blood made the whole room even more sad.

The Han Yuan judge was giving the old general an injection, and it was already showing signs of exhaling more air and less inhaling. Seeing him coming in, the imperial doctor just bowed his hands. Zhang Zhenming looked at Wen Shumian, his face was full of panic, "Uncle Wen, grandfather was still there in the evening." He said he wanted to see you, and I said I would invite you tomorrow, why is he doing it now?"

Wen Shumian's palm landed on his shoulder and squeezed, "Don't panic, and you can't panic."

His palm seemed to have magic power, a powerful force spread throughout Zhang Zhenming's body, and his eyes fell on the hospital bed again.

After a lot of tossing, the Han court judge stood up, shook his head towards Mrs. Zhang who had been sitting still, and bowed his hands, "The old general has been here for a few days, and you can start preparing for the funeral."

"What's next?"

The emperor came, and he heard the last two words before stepping in.

Everyone rushed to greet him, the emperor raised his hand and asked directly, "How is the old general?"

The court judge stepped forward and bowed his hands, "I would like to report to the emperor that the old general's condition has suddenly deteriorated to the point where no medicine can cure him. Now he can only rely on the old ginseng to hang his breath. There are still three days at most."

The emperor was furious, "You bastard, what are you eating? Didn't you say there is at least half a year left?"

The imperial physicians knelt on the ground in an instant, Mrs. Zhang greeted the emperor with a blessing, "Please don't blame them, the imperial physicians have tried their best."

His eyes fell on the sleeping man on the bed, he grabbed Zhang Zhenming's hand firmly, and said with the greatest strength: "Let him go, he has endured suffering every day of his life, like ten thousand ants biting his bones, go You will be relieved, and there will be no pain.”

After saying this, the old lady softened, and there was another panic in the room, and the people outside also panicked. At that moment, it felt like the sky in Zhang's mansion had collapsed.

The old lady was sent to the next door for treatment. The emperor sat beside the old general's bed, and Wen Shumian stood beside him. The two men, the monarch and his subjects, did not speak for a long time. After a long time, the emperor opened his mouth, "I remember that your art of war was taught by the old general. of."

The clerk nodded, and clenched his fists tightly, "Yes, Uncle Zhang taught me the art of war, taught me martial arts, and took me to practice on the battlefield. There is an arrow on his body to save me."

"The last general has not yet repaid."

The emperor kept his eyes on the old general, "Then reward him."

"I will hand over Zhang Zhenming to you, and pass on the skills that the old general taught you to Zhang Zhenming, take him through experience, help him grow, and help him reorganize the army."

Wen Shumian knelt down alone on the spot, clasped his fists in both hands, "The final general will obey the order."

　Ahhhhhh, it's so late again, it's getting late
　　
　
(End of this chapter)