New Shun 1730

Ten years of Taixing, January 26.

Perhaps it should be the last snow in the capital this winter.

The lanterns for the Lantern Festival have been picked, and there are still a few firecrackers on the street from time to time. The waste paper used by the Imperial College and Wude Palace is kept to make firecracker paper for the Lantern Festival. They compete to see whose is louder, and the muffled sound keeps echoing.

The wind is a bit strong, and the shiny window paper can't see the snow scene, but the Western glass windows can see the snow outside piled up on the trees.

Tian Zhenyi rolled up the brocade quilt covering her feet, touched her toes lightly on the foot warmer, and quickly retracted it, like a cat using its furry claws to test the water shadow.

Silver bone charcoal is difficult to burn, but it burns slowly. She dislikes the fragrance of osmanthus cakes, so she doesn't add any fragrant cakes to the hand warmer.

Her hands were folded on the hand warmer, and her stiff fingers finally warmed up. Originally, the hand was warmed for writing, but now she didn't want to pick up the pen.

On the small kang table, half a page of paper with words written on it was exposed.

Half of it was covered, and the other half was clearly visible.

"Third brother, remember, when you pay the salary, you must ask the soldiers to shout 'Thank you, Your Majesty, for the salary'. Even if it may seem like flattery, or people may despise it, or think it's flattery, don't mind it."

"Since third brother wants to change the system of paying the salary, it will not be handled by the camp officers, but will be distributed at the end of the month at the parade ground, and there will be another supervisor to supervise the payment of the salary. You must do it as I say."

"Yue Wumu said: If civil officials do not love money and military officials do not fear death, why worry about the world being in turmoil? But is it for the world? Is it for the Zhao family? If it is for the world, there will be Fengbo Pavilion, which is clear as day."

"Third brother's words are still ringing in my ears. Who else but me? But in detail, it is not who else but me, but Your Majesty has no one else to use. The difference here must be carefully considered. Leiden is not far away, and some people think it is only a thousand miles away, but the walls of the Forbidden Palace are ten thousand miles wide, so it is not a thousand miles away, but eleven thousand miles away."

"It is The previous letter discussed the new military formation and the unique skills of warships. If you can really fight three with one, it is not something that my third brother cannot train. It is really a blessing. I hope my third brother will take a closer look. "

"Since entering Qingzhou, I have reported once every three days. There is really nothing to record, but I have to record trivial matters. Your Majesty may say: Don't send trivial matters. But my third brother must send it. Your Majesty can choose not to read it. My third brother is too heroic. Although some people are very happy, some people are also very worried. You can ignore the small details, but you can't ignore the small details. Those who don't care are heroes; those who can't care are also heroes. "

"Heroes are big and small. You can't care about the big things in the world; you can't care about the small things that are praised by others. My third brother will definitely be able to distinguish between them. I still remember that when I was flying, I didn't dare to untie the ropes and cherished my life..."

The lower half of the paper was pressed down. Tian Zhenyi had written a lot, but she was hesitating whether to send this letter.

She couldn't go to the farewell tomorrow, and there was no excuse to go to the other courtyard in the first month of the year. Although her second brother indulged her, her father was not at home, and there were still her mother and eldest brother at home.

She knew that she shouldn't say these words when she delivered them by letter. She also thought that Duke Yi had been in the officialdom for many years, and thought that Liu Yu should know.

But there was always a voice in her heart asking her quietly: What if he didn't know?

Even if that voice would say "what if", it was just what if, but what if, but this what if made her feel a little breathless, and finally she picked up the pen and wrote some words that she shouldn't write.

At this time, she was still hesitating in the last minute, whether to finish the letter.

If she didn't send it, it would just turn into ashes if she wrote it; if she sent it, even such words were written, so why should she write down her thoughts?

When the golden wind started last year, I asked my second brother to send the booklet of my thoughts on astronomy.

However, it was like mud sinking into the sea, and I was unhappy. It was not until December that I received the reply, which was only last month.

After reading it, looking at the dense comments and circles on it, the unhappiness in my heart finally turned into joy, and the most annoying and boring winter without any color became much warmer.

There was also a test paper for the Jinghai Palace official school examination, and she was also very careful to tell her that she only had three hours to answer the questions.

Tian Zhenyi really spread out the test paper and did not eat lunch. Fortunately, the maids knew that she was always like this when she was studying, and did not bother her again and again.

After writing the test paper, she hurriedly asked her second brother to deliver it the next day. This time she did not wait too long, and she would not wait from the golden wind to the cold snow like last time, and she received a reply soon.

The words praising her in the letter made her happy, but the words at the end made her feel sweet.

Those were some words about her heart, without too many words, just plainly written in straightforward vernacular.

Reading other people's thoughts, she didn't feel depressed at all. She couldn't help wanting to eat pomegranates, so she asked the maid to take a pomegranate.

After taking it, she didn't eat it, but just peeled it gently, looked at the yellow skin, gently picked up a bright red seed with her fingernails, and asked the maid who was standing beside her: "Do you know that there are such seeds under this yellow pomegranate skin?"

The maid who was standing beside her thought that she had a fever, so she stretched out her hand to try her forehead, but she gently pushed it open, and then picked out all the pomegranate seeds bit by bit.

She turned back to find the painting of the general watching the rain in Heilongjiang River, and turned it into a ball of ash with her own hands. She felt that the painting only drew the pomegranate skin, but didn't know a single pomegranate seed at all.

Maybe there was such rain, maybe there was such wind, but now she knew that if there was such wind and rain, he would not stand on the bow to watch the rain, but would definitely run back to the cabin to drink.

Thinking of this, she looked at the painting that was burned to ash and smiled softly.

After laughing, she curled up on the quilt again, hugged her knees, stared blankly at the wind and snow outside the glass window, thinking about the slightly revealed depression in the letter.

Through the glass window, there were maids playing with snow outside, their hands curled up due to the cold, and they rubbed their hands with hot air.

She also stretched out her hand and touched the icicles on the window. These icicles that she was reluctant to remove on weekdays melted on her fingertips and wrapped her fingertips coldly. Then she pressed her whole hand on the window frost, feeling the coldness of her teeth, thinking that the hands of those maids just now should have felt like this.

It’s just that the cold snow can let her know the taste through the window, how can she empathize with the taste in people’s hearts?

Picking up the pen, thinking about such thoughts, she finally stopped writing about those academic knowledge, but wrote a lot of plainness.

The crickets in childhood, the bluestone slabs where I fell, the stars in the telescope, the depression when I cried, the pride when my father praised me at the family dinner...

She thought:

There are high walls and ceremonial gates.

So, I will write about myself to you.

It's like the pomegranate on the table, or the pomegranate is like the hot air balloon that flew into the sky that day. What the eyes can see has been seen, and the rest will be written for you to see. Just like Western paintings, they always lack that kind of taste, and what they paint is always the pomegranate peel. Even if the pomegranate seeds are painted, the invisible places are also bright red, so how can they be painted?

Thinking about the story of Hua Mulan, she wanted to tell him that Mulan became Mulan out of helplessness, but she didn't have the pressure of the twelve volumes of military books.

When the golden wind and jade dew, she wanted to let him know that she was a hero among women.

When the cold snow and howling wind, she wanted to let him know why he became such a person.

This letter was sent out, and what came back was exactly the words she wanted to see.

After a few days of such correspondence, she gradually wrote about things she would do in the future and asked what she would do if she were in the position.

The letter she wrote a few days ago was a peeled pomegranate seed, and this letter was like asking her how to peel a pomegranate.

Her father would praise her for her intelligence, but he would never ask her about the real big things.

Her second brother would occasionally ask her about some mathematical knowledge that she didn't understand in the Wude Palace, but he would never discuss it with her.

The sisters from other families in the boudoir would discuss knowledge with her, and sometimes they would talk about worldly affairs, but they had no chance to try to see if these things could be done. The naughty ones would say that it was like a group of eunuchs going to a fireworks place.

She unfolded the letter paper and wrote down her opinions on those questions one by one, just like a bird in a cage who thought he could fly, and finally waited for the cage to open and flap his wings, not knowing whether he would land clumsily or take away the cloud.

She wrote more and more letters.

Sometimes they would argue about their views on some issues.

When arguing, she would also be depressed and angry, thinking that she was right.

Often, I would receive a reply the next day, saying that after careful consideration, my sister was right.

The previous depression disappeared at this moment, and from the sentence "I couldn't sleep last night because of deep thinking", I felt something called respect.

Gradually, I asked more and more about the future. I had some expectations in my heart, wondering whether this method could be used and whether it was effective.

But I thought about it again, and the person who wrote the letter would go far away to Shandong after the New Year, and I felt depressed again.

After the New Year, it will be spring, and after spring, it will be summer. In summer, I will have the opportunity to go to the other courtyard and sneak out to play.

But even if I sneak out now, how can I meet across the mountains and rivers of Gyeonggi and Qingzhou?

The expectation of knowing whether my method is effective was ultimately no match for the loss of being far away, and a few tears fell, regardless of the tears on the paper that were clearly visible and scattered ink.

These days, I have been thinking about those ifs in my heart, and finally picked up the pen to write some words that should not be said by her.

I also thought that Duke Yi had been in the political world for many years, so I thought Liu Yu should know.

But there was always a voice in my heart asking her quietly: What if he doesn't know?

Even if that voice would say "what if", it was just what if, but this what if made her feel a little breathless, until she wrote down the words that she shouldn't have said, she felt relieved.

There was a charcoal basin under the bed.

It could burn the letter, or warm her hands to make her write faster.

She picked up the half-written letter, read it again, looked at the brazier under the bed, and finally put it back on the table.

After hesitating for a long time, she picked up the pen again.

"The power of a disciplined army lies in the discipline rather than the army. Discipline is a technique. The way cannot be passed on, but the technique can be passed on. Third brother, this technique must be passed on so that Your Majesty believes that this technique can be learned by everyone, but Third brother learned it first. You must not turn the technique into the way, so that Your Majesty thinks that the way cannot be taught, and that it is only Third brother who can build this army."

"I personally think that if the army is trained, the pacification is completed, and the army trained by Third brother has made great achievements. At that time, Your Majesty will definitely transfer Third brother and replace him with others. Find someone else to train a new camp."

"If the military prestige is still there, others can also train, and the combat power is the same as before, then it is fortunate, and they can still make new achievements to stabilize the world and fulfill their life ambitions; if Third brother leaves, others can't train, the military prestige is no longer there, and the combat power is much worse than before, then it is unfortunate, Third brother may be granted a title, but I am afraid that the things Third brother asks for in the future will not be done..."