Daming Yinghua

When Ma Xianglin greeted Zhang Fengyi, he saw his newlyweds were depressed.

"I'm so stupid. I just watched Miss Zheng and the others perform tricks to release water and tidy up Mangurtai. After watching it, when I went to surround Tongjiazhuang, Tong Yangxing, the collaborating owner of the village, had already taken dozens of people and ran away."

Zhang Fengyi regretted so much that she threw a grain bag to the horse.

Immediately, she suddenly realized that as a wife, she was a little unqualified.

She hurriedly turned around, walked to the husband who was checking the horseshoes, pulled him up, patted his arm covered with cowhide, and then pulled his helmet, saying, "Are you not hurt? Did you call someone again?" Earn a piece of skin?"

Ma Xianglin hissed, stopped his wife's hand, and said helplessly: "What can I do, and the people of Jianzhou can ask for cheap from me? It's your strength, like pulling a horse and a donkey, Can you take it easy?"

Zhang Fengyi ignored him, and went around to look at the back again. The silver armor was stained with blood, which should have been splashed by the enemy when he was slaughtered.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a "chi" sound, "I don't have much strength, how can I fully draw the bow?"

When she raised her face and met her husband's concerned gaze, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

She thought of her life as a married woman that had only gradually improved in the past six months or so.

Although her mother-in-law Qin Liangyu is well-known, and her father Zhang Quan also assured the mother and daughter that Ma Xianglin's character and appearance are both excellent, but when they got married in the early autumn of last year, Zhang Fengyi was still reluctant.

She didn't want to marry and have children so early. She also wanted to live a few years of herding horses and hunting freely.

On the day of the personal welcome, Zhang Fengyi felt joy after seeing her husband and son-in-law.

What a majestic look!

Even the scar on the side of the cheek added a bit of rough and brave to the heroic appearance.

The mother even complained about the father, a dignified third-rank civil servant, who recruited a southern barbarian military general to be his son-in-law.

My mother was so wrong. How could those dandies in the capital who fight cocks and walk birds relying on Lao Tzu's wealth and honor to compare with such a godlike "Southern Barbarian"!
However, the thumping heartbeat of the bride coming out of the oven, the hot joy, was quickly cooled down.

At night, when Ma Xianglin entered the bridal chamber, he smelled of alcohol, and his face was not red, but a bit pale. With his silent attitude, the maidservants on the left and right showed fear and doubt.

Ma Xianglin dismissed the servants, turned around, his eyes illuminated by the oil lamp were sober and shining, but those eyes did not touch Zhang Fengyi.

The groom's official in red robes was indifferent.

Zhang Fengyi has a bold temperament, but she is not stupid or dull, her longing suddenly died down.

When Ma Xianglin took off her wedding dress and middle coat, and walked towards her with downcast eyes, Zhang Fengyi stood up in a daze, unloaded her phoenix crown and wedding dress like a whirlwind, went to the table and drank both glasses of Hebei wine in one gulp, and looked back at the somewhat dazed Ma Xianglin said: "You are not interested, and neither am I. I don't know how to coax you, so let's go our separate ways."

After saying that, he blew on the lamp, kicked off his shoes, turned on the kang, and pointed his back to the groom.

After three days of Ma Xianglin practicing guns and Zhang Fengyi practicing archery, the two consummated their marriage.

General Xiao Ma, after fulfilling his responsibilities in guarding the soil and fulfilling his duties as a husband, took a breath and said with a slightly blunt apology: "It was my fault to greet that day personally."

Zhang Fengyi patted him on the back, pushed him down, and said disapprovingly: "Today is right, that's fine."

Then continue to roll over to sleep.

This hurdle has passed, and the days that follow will go smoothly.

The couple are more and more able to talk about martial arts and military affairs.After buying a large number of good horses before the first snowfall, the two spent almost all day in the training ground.Zhang Fengyi began to enjoy her newlywed life, and when her mother-in-law Qin Liangyu agreed to go out with her husband without hesitation, she was even more convinced that her father had indeed found the wrong family for her.

At this moment, Ma Xianglin, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle, was also attracted by his wife's spiritual outlook.

I really didn't expect that Zhang Shilang, who is so refined and refined, would have such a vigorous daughter.

Among the blood-bathed men on the battlefield, after Ming Jin got off his horse, he was fascinated by the obedient and soft women who wanted to bow down at his feet, but Ma Xianglin was not.

The more Zhang Fengyi's temperament is not flattering, but only full of vitality, the more Ma Xianglin feels the reality of survival and the vigorous blood of moving forward.

Ma Xianglin raised his hand, and took off all kinds of grass clippings accumulated in his wife's temples for three days, and a trace of tenderness finally appeared on the murderous face that had been slapped on for more than ten hours.

"Have you been eating dry food? Come on, enter Fushun City, and I'll take you to eat stupid chicken stewed mushrooms."

"Okay, call Miss Zheng, I haven't heard her finish talking about the artillery."

"Miss Zheng and Qi Jin's adopted son, why are they so far behind you?"

"Miss Zheng couldn't ride a fast horse. General Zou sent someone to escort the carriage with the miners. Mr. Wu and the Mao family soldier surnamed Kong rushed to Fushun after seeing Mang Gurtai's withdrawal. "

"Oh."

……

At the end of the day, the sky was cloudy and rainy all day, the clouds gradually dispersed, and the last rays of molten gold in the setting sun splashed down from the broken clouds.

Zheng Haizhu vomited from Ma Gendan to Fushun City, her pale face was blushed only by the generous smear of the setting sun.

She doesn't get carsick, she gets dizzy.

The head is an important basis for calculating military merit.After Fushun City and Magen Shanjun Fort were mined for gold, the Ming army still spread all over the battlefield, beheading people and burning the headless Jurchen corpses together to avoid epidemics.

No matter how dodged Zheng Haizhu was, he couldn't avoid seeing the carts of heads with different characteristics.

Fierce, terrified, gaping teeth, protruding eyeballs, only half of the skull left, white and sticky with wet brains.

The experience and feelings of the last moment before death are all written on the heads of those money rat tails.

After the bloody battle, the whole world was full of human heads, which really made her, a modern person who had not adapted to the reality of ancient wars, a little overwhelmed.

Even after she got out of the car and walked a few steps towards Fushun City, a human head would roll to her feet.

There was an angry scolding: "Stupid sons, do you think my words have been blown by a strong wind? Cut off the heads of Tartars, but you can't cut off the braids. How can you string them together? Look, this watermelon is rolling all over the ground!"

Immediately, the cursing turned into a smiling welcome.

"Zheng girl, why did you come back at this hour, let's go, Uncle Mao will take you to eat stupid chicken stewed mushrooms."

……

In the backyard of the Fushun military yamen, the torches are brightly lit.

The yamen cook set up two large pots, in which fat capon and fragrant pine mushrooms were stewed.

The orderly of Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, deliberately took out the "spicy fire" that was introduced from Longxi in recent years, which is what later generations called peppers, picked it into pieces, and sprinkled it into the pot.

Zheng Haizhu, who had gone to the Fushun inn to take a hot bath, thought that most of the soul had returned to the body.

At this moment, I sat by the pot and saw the red, yellow, black and white, oily stew, and immediately thought of the scene of the battlefield I saw during the day, and my stomach churned again.

Beside her, Zhang Fengyi ate happily, and her father's blame did not affect the appetite of this alternative daughter at all.

Zhang Quan left Shenyang today and waited in the east of Fushun. After receiving the good news in the afternoon, he rushed to Fushun. It's not obvious, but I'm still very proud of it.

Unexpectedly, within an hour, he actually saw his daughter in Fushun City. According to his son-in-law, he had been sentrying around Ma Gendan for three or four days. Because of Qin Liangyu's bad relationship and scolding Ma Xianglin, he had no choice but to reprimand Zhang Fengyi when the meal was ready.

Then Qian reminded Wan Wan: "Remember both you and Xianglin, don't let your mother know about this matter!"

Zhang Fengyi, who was spitting and swallowing, only listened honestly at first, but later thought that the father was too long-winded, and muttered: "Okay, Mr. Minister, go and give credit to the heroes. Don't forget to let me not accept it tonight." It counts as one."

Seeing that her father finally walked away, Zhang Fengyi chewed the mushrooms, and turned to Zheng Haizhu for advice on artillery.

Another large piece of pine mushrooms covered with chicken oil and bright red chili juice was stuffed into Zheng Haizhu's pottery bowl, and Ma Xianglin, who was sitting at the table with Zong Bing, Mao Wenlong, and Qi Jin, said, "Xianglin didn't lie." Me, the mushrooms in Liaodong are more delicious than those in Guannei, you have been hungry for a whole day, Ah Zhu, why don’t you eat them.”

Zheng Haizhu saw the trembling mushroom that looked like a human liver, quickly moved his eyes away, forced himself to stand up easily and said, "I'm going to do some business, and I'll enjoy it when I come back."

Coming to the table presided over by Zhang Chengyin, Zheng Haizhu took out the good things he had carried from the inn, and respectfully distributed a copy to each of the officers and generals.

That's what she's already prepared for.

Everyone took a look and saw a tin box the size of a cricket jar. After opening it, there was a strange smell.

Qinghe guard Zou Chuxian is a big bastard. He has become familiar with Zheng Haizhu because of several rounds of receiving gifts and setting up ambush.

Po Tingxiang, the deputy commander-in-chief of Liaodong, also started in the army and had never attended a private school. He asked Ma Xianglin beside him, "General Xiao Ma, are you literate? What are the characters engraved on this box?"

"Drink black tea freely and bravely travel to the end of the world."

Qi Jin squinted his presbyopic eyes and read the words.