Daming Yinghua

Chapter 94 Eternal Record No.1

Ten days later, at the turn of Tatsumi, Shoukuan School, the entrance to Fuyuan in the south.

A tall woman stood in front of Zheng Haizhu.

What she was wearing was just the most common jacket and skirt for women in this dynasty, and she was covered with a half-arm of lake-blue Songjiang cotton cloth.

But Zheng Haizhu felt in an instant that the other party's majestic attitude seemed to block the sunlight falling from the sky.

Not only because of his burly figure, but also because of the prestige on the battlefield from many years of fighting.

This power is like the wings of a mountain eagle when it soars into the sky, like the waves created by a dragon when it goes out to sea.

This kind of power is Che Shi Ximen's confidence to stand up for victory, and it is also his vow not to return if he does not break Loulan.

Compared with such a real power and influence, the radiant and one-inch brocade clothes of the royal relatives and relatives, and the generous and exquisitely patched official robes of the rich and purple courtiers, all seem like costumes on the stage, which are just mere appearances. It's just the fun of meeting guests and asking for a lottery from the people of the world.

"Miss Zheng, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Qin Liangyu lowered his eyes, raised his hands, and took the lead in cupping his fists in greeting.

After she arrived in Songjiang, she had heard Zheng Haizhu's name from her son Ma Xianglin several times.

Today I saw the deity, even though the other party was slightly stunned, Qin Liangyu still felt that this girl was exactly what he imagined.

He looks like a mortal with no godlike appearance, but given time, he will not be mediocre.

Just like the elites under my command now, no matter men or women, they were ordinary teenagers in Shijie mountains and watersides, fields and villages back then, but I never made mistakes in picking people's eyes.

The only difference between the girl in front of her and them is that she doesn't have their killing spirit—she doesn't need it either.

Zheng Haizhu stepped forward, pondered for a moment, then withdrew his hands that were about to reach out to make fists, put them on his waist, and squatted down to Qin Liangyu for a blessing.

"I met General Qin."

Then he looked at Ma Xianglin who was at the side, and said apologetically, "It was agreed before that I should go to the posthouse to welcome General Qin today."

Ma Xianglin smiled and waved his hands: "We came early, so I should bother you first. My mother wanted to visit the scenery on both sides of the Moon River in Songjiang. After getting up in the morning, I took a boat with her and went directly to the gate of your school. "

Qin Liangyu also showed a friendly and sincere expression: "Miss Zheng, don't be polite. Although, in terms of age, I will count your elders, but you saved Xianglin's life in the bandit village. No matter what else, just talk about this friendship. , I am a mother, I have to come to the door to thank you."

After saying that, she waved behind her, and her attendants hurriedly brought up several boxes.

Ma Xianglin was about to lean over, but Qin Liangyu vainly blocked him, opened the box himself, and showed Zheng Haizhu the specialties from Sichuan and Shu one by one.

"This is Shu Brocade, this is Xue Tao Jian, these are the most popular among Sichuan fans, Tonghua Fengfan and Qingluo Tuanfan. I heard from Xianglin that Miss Han's painting skill is even better than embroidery. , I brought these fans and asked Miss Han to play with them."

Qin Liangyu has no airs, and the appropriateness of his words can be used as a teaching material.

The mighty majesty he saw at first glance just now makes people want to worship, but the kindness at this moment makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Zheng Haizhu finally relaxed, and stared at Qin Liangyu's half arm.

Qin Liangyu was considerate, straightened his shoulders and said: "Miss Zheng recognized it, that's right, this is the Songjiang cotton cloth sent by your mansion. After Xianglin ordered someone to send it back to Shi Jie last year, I let the craftsmanship be the best. Tailors from China made dozens of pieces for women in the army. I often wear them myself.”

Zheng Haizhu said with a smile: "The general likes to wear it, and my family is very honored. The mandarin ducks hold military amulets in their sleeves, and they are armed with red makeup. Today, I have a big errand for your son, which is also related to Songjiang cotton cloth."

After she finished speaking, Lu Xiangsheng, who was beside her, stepped forward holding the cotton armor.

Zheng Haizhu brought the padded armor that was modified according to Ma Xianglin's request to the school yesterday, and asked Lu Xiangsheng to tell the summary of the previous situation. Today, he intends to let him appear in front of the mother and son.

There is no army fan in the world who only loves the art of war and does not love famous generals, but Lu Xiangsheng is definitely not a low-ranking fan who only indulges in admiration.

Reading for a thousand days, and using it at this time, the future god of war Lu Xiangsheng, combined with the cotton armor in his hand, talked to Qin Liangyu and Ma Xianglin with all kinds of weapons and combat techniques he had seen in military books.

So, without saying a few words, the attention of the mother and son turned from the cotton armor to the jade-faced young man in front of them.

Zheng Haizhu said at the right time: "General Ma is the descendant of Ma Yuan Ma Gong, General Fubo, and Mr. Lu is the descendant of Mr. Lu Zhaolin, the fourth hero of the early Tang Dynasty. Both of them have the legacy of martial arts in the Han and Tang Dynasties. Mr. Lu is familiar with the art of war. I have also practiced martial arts since I was a child, and my arms are excellent, but I have never led an army in battle, and I don’t know how to rectify the military discipline of an iron division. If we open a branch school of martial arts, it is not enough for Mr. Lu to teach alone. I want to pay a lot of money. Hire a few strong men from the Shi Jie army to come to Songjiang, and hope that General Qin will approve."

Qin Liangyu groaned slightly when he heard the words, staring at Zheng Haizhu and said: "Miss Zheng, thanks to our natives, I sent a few good soldiers from Shijie, so it didn't take much effort. But private private schools do this Is it appropriate?"

Zheng Haizhu is keeping this section, so that Qin Liangyu will feel the point he made to his predecessors, and he will suddenly understand.

After all, it was the first time I met such a famous general, and my own age was also considered here, so I must not hang the words "I am smart and capable" on my forehead.

So she brushed away [-]% to [-]% of the hesitation on her face, and changed her cautious expression: "I experienced it last year. I saw that the inspection department and guards in the Susong area were either underpopulated or the military discipline was abolished. , Thinking about how powerful the Ming Dynasty was in the past, as a citizen, I feel unwilling. But General Qin is right, there are many taboos about this matter, and I am naive and impatient."

Ma Xianglin couldn't see the enthusiasm of the woman in front of him being extinguished suddenly, and said: "In fact, it may not be so taboo, isn't the escort agency also a place where warriors gather? There is a private school for Wen Ju, why can't there be a school for Wu Ju? Ah Zhu, you go ask first. Ask Zhuang Zhifu and Brother Huang, if they have reported to the court and have proper rules and regulations to act in accordance with, they will inform mother and me. Don't be cold with such ambitions."

Zheng Haizhu nodded again and again, thinking, how could I suppress such thoughts.

In the timetable in memory, two years later will be the Battle of Sarhu, and four years will be the Bloody Battle of Hunhe. Soldiers are adjustable.

By the way, General Ma, your father-in-law, Zhang Quan, who will patrol Liaodong at that time, will also commit suicide and die for the country after the fall of Liaoyang.

And in the meantime, you Shijie chieftain soldiers, and Xiong Tingbi's Zhejiang soldiers who were transferred northward with great difficulty, had an internal quarrel once, and they almost got to the point where they couldn't get along with each other.

Even so, as a meager but unwilling traveler, I still wonder if the Ming Dynasty's embarrassing situation can be rescued.

The sun is on the ground, trying to reverse some historical joints.

After all, Qi Jin, the descendant of Qi Jiguang, is now the chief soldier of Zhenjiang in Nanzhili.

After all, it's not an exaggeration to say that you, General Ma, and I have a close friendship.

After all, Lu Xiangsheng was also fooled by me.

After all, Yan Siqi, another brother of mine, is about to become rich beyond compare.

So, why can't I build a Huangpu Military Academy by the side of the Huangpu River that has been dug wide 300 years in advance?

……

It's night, in the official post of Songjiang Mansion.

Qin Liangyu sat in the front hall of the upper room, looking at the bank notes on the table.

Between the Chengdu and Chongqing governments in the Shu region, this kind of deed paper that can be exchanged for silver has also begun to be used.

But the banknotes here in the south of the Yangtze River have more complicated and exquisite printing patterns, which makes forgers even more discouraged.

Not long after, Ma Xianglin came back from the practice banquet set up by Zhuangfutai.

After Qin Liangyu waited for his son to drink a cup of sobering tea brought by the waiter, he said in a deep voice: "Xianglin, you were not here just now, and I didn't have a few words with the eldest daughter-in-law of the Gu family, Grandma Shen, so she left and left this The wooden box, it is said that the elders of the Gu family learned that I was going to the capital to propose a marriage, a small gift, to join in the excitement of the happy event. Mother thought it was hairpin jewelry, but she didn't expect it to be 1000 taels of silver. This gift, isn't it too much? It's heavier."

Ma Xianglin took a look at the banknote, opened the small paper bag sealed with wax in the box, tore it open, memorized the secret words that came with the banknote, and burned it on the candlestick.

1000 taels is nothing, it's just a small change I got for some people during my trip to the south.

So he said to his mother calmly: "Mother, don't be suspicious. I protected Miss Han when I was suppressing the bandits, and later I overcame Dong Qichang. The Han family is the in-laws of the Gu family, and the Dong family is the family friend of the Gu family." "It's reasonable for the Gu family to respect me as a guest of honour. Here in the south of the Yangtze River, the government is poor and the gentry are rich. To them, 1000 taels of silver is really nothing. Didn't the Dong family give me a pair of jade bracelets and a pair of jade bracelets yesterday?" A set of gold jewelry is at least worth a thousand taels."

Qin Liangyu stared at his son's face, lost in memory.

Four years ago, there was a rebellion in western Sichuan. Qin Liangyu, who was the female chieftain of Shijie, led the army to put down the rebellion as before.

The rebel army was defeated, and the western border of the Ming Dynasty returned to calm again, but Qin Bangyi, Qin Liangyu's youngest brother, was killed by an arrow.Qin Liangyu fell ill due to grief and exhaustion, and his only 16-year-old son, Ma Xianglin, went to Beijing to offer captives and receive rewards from the court on his behalf.

After my son came back that time, things changed a lot.The young Lang's original heart knot caused by his father being framed to death seems to be showing signs of unraveling.

At that time, Qin Liangyu was finally relieved when he heard his son say things like "Long live and the military officials all admired his mother" and "Da Ming still valued our Shiba soldiers".

She only has this one son, of course she is afraid that the day her son inherits the title of chieftain of Shijie, the latent hatred will change from deep pain to rebellious determination, causing the whole Shijie to fall into the abyss.

The last thing a general who has truly experienced brutal wars wants to see is a new war.

After entering Beijing that time, his son showed his ambition to repay the kindness of the imperial court. He led the army to assist Hanzhong several times.

During the three years of separation, the mother and son were only reunited on one Spring Festival.It wasn't until last year that Qin Liangyu learned from the good news sent by the Chongqing government that his son had made new achievements in exterminating a large group of water bandits in Nanzhili, and then transferred to Zhenjiang to assist Qi Jiguang's descendant Qi Jin in training soldiers.

The Qin family is full of brave generals, and Xianglin's two uncles, Qin Bangping and Qin Minping, heard from their sister that their nephew is so promising, so they were so happy that they held a three-day banquet in the village.

However, as a mother, Qin Liangyu soon fell into a new hidden worry.

The son sent a letter, not only saying that he would not return home during the Spring Festival, but that he would escort the Weaving Bureau to the south to sell goods in the sea. He also asked his mother to come out of Sichuan after the beginning of spring. After meeting him in Songjiang, he went north to the capital to propose marriage to Zhang Quan, the servant of the Ministry of War. The matchmakers were the three major guards One of them is the admiral of the Shenji Camp.

Both the Weaving Bureau and the Shenji Camp are managed by eunuchs.

Although Qin Liangyu had sincerely hoped that his son would not have any dissatisfaction with the court, he never expected that the son who lost his father due to the eunuch's treachery and frame-up would have an unusual relationship with the eunuch in public and private affairs in just three years. friendship.

This time when they met in Songjiang, this preoccupied mother only got her son's filial piety and respect as before, but she didn't get any explanation from him.

What Ma Xianglin and his mother said was not more profound than the few words in the family letter. It was nothing more than that Liu Shimin took good care of him, and Zhang Shilang, although he was a civil servant, was able to choose a chieftain and military general as his son-in-law. not to be lost.

For the first time, Qin Liangyu felt that his son's face was covered with a strange shadow.

The generous gift of thousands of taels of silver from the Songjiang gentry made her feel even hotter.

But at this moment, Qin Liangyu no longer asked about the bank notes and Gu Fu, but stood up to fetch a brocade-patterned bamboo bag.

"Xianglin, Miss Zheng accompanied me to Sheshan to enjoy the scenery today. When she sent me back, she gave me these wiping foreheads, cloud shoulders and handkerchiefs. She said they were embroidered by her and the young lady, or new styles from her own weaving workshop. Please his bride laughs."

Ma Xianglin didn't take a look at it like he did when he saw the banknote just now.

He glanced at it, twitched the corner of his mouth, cast his gaze back there, and said faintly, "She has a heart."

In such a short moment, the son's subtle expression changes still cannot escape the mother's eyes.

Qin Liangyu saw a trace of his son's unwillingness, and then suppressed it, and replaced it with a false disapproval, trying to cover up the ensuing disappointment.

In fact, even without the ups and downs of this moment, in Miss Zheng's school that day, Qin Liangyu had already discerned her son's thoughts—the son who had always been taciturn since he was a boy, suddenly became talkative in front of Miss Zheng.

However, Qin Liangyu confirmed with some regret that there was no disturbance in Miss Zheng's heart, and the way she looked at Xianglin was no different from the way she looked at the official Yao family and Mr. Lu.

Qin Liangyu tied the burden again under the lamp, and said to his son in a complicated tone intertwined with seriousness and kindness: "All relatives and estrangements have given rich gifts, which shows how important marriage is. Xianglin, can you think about it?" Alright, do you really want to marry Zhang Shilang's daughter?"

Ma Xianglin drank a few more sips of tea and said with a smile: "It's decided, so I invite my mother to come out of Sichuan. Isn't mother looking forward to holding a grandson?"

Qin Liangyu sighed inaudibly: "Just think about it."

The female general stood up, her tall figure looked like a god against the candlelight in the dark night.

"Mother is going to rest first. Mother only knows how to fight for half her life, and she doesn't know anything else. The civil servants of the Han people have many etiquettes. After entering Beijing, you must pay attention to taboos. Remember to tell mother first."

(End of this chapter)