The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

"Tell me, how can he, Xu Shixiao, be so idle? Isn't he annoying? In the past, Dugu also led both the guards and the guards, and he was often too busy to jump around. The surname Xu is not fooling me, is it?"

The person who was lucky enough to listen to His Majesty's grievances so unscrupulously was the Duke of Xiangguo.

Yao Zigong glanced at Yinghou's textbook-style memorial, he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and comforted him: "General Xu is upright and rigorous, your majesty should get used to it. In the past, the reason why Xianhou was busy was not only routine military affairs, but also those sent by the late emperor. There are a lot of extra affairs. There is no one to take care of the inner house of Xianhou, and he has to worry about family affairs. Naturally, he is not as free as Yinghou..."

In the final analysis, Dugu is busy because there are too many delays.Xu Shixiao is idle, because the emperor sent too little work.

Song Wei stroked his chin: "It looks like I have to find something for General Xu to do."

On another ten-day holiday, after coming down from Chongming Mountain, Song Wei made a detour to Xianhou Mansion.Dugu came back to live with his brother, Song Wei was worried after all, fearing that the old Hou Ye would not take care of him, and the slaves would bully the young master, so he sent a few useful maids to take care of the two brothers.Not only that, almost every ten-week holiday, or taking the time to go there in person, or summoning people into the palace, they always have to meet.

As usual, I went to see Old Hou Ye first.The room was filled with the smell of soup and medicine, Dugu Chen's mind was still clear, but his energy was very weak.After he couldn't say a few words, he had to stop and rest.

When Song Wei walked out of the South Courtyard, a cruel thought that she should never have even appeared in a trance: If her own father dies, let's see if he comes back.

The Dugu brothers have now moved into the east courtyard, Song Wei walked in, and the two were practicing calligraphy.

Dugu La jumped up: "Brother Xiao Yin!"

Dugu Shi got up and saluted: "I have seen Your Majesty."

Song Wei waved his hand: "Go on, don't worry about me." Pretending to look for a while, he asked about the recent academic and living conditions.

The imperial examination has started smoothly this spring, and Song Wei is preparing for the reception of talented scholars who have won Jinshi this year.In order to hold the scene, he has been continuously and intensively trained by Ming Guogong for some days.So when I opened the homework of the two children, it was the first time that I could tell which subject in the scriptures it belonged to.Ask Dugu Lai: "Why is this not a theory of what you have done?"

Dugu was a little disappointed: "Master said, I don't take the imperial examination, so I don't have to be like my younger brother. From now on, our studies will be different. Originally, my father mentioned that when I was ten years old, I would teach me the art of war. Who knows that he has been busy I've been busy all the time, I'm going to be 11 years old, and he doesn't know when he will come back. Brother Xiaoyin, please ask Daddy to come back, okay?"

Hearing what he said, Song Wei remembered that after Dugu was taken to the capital from Xidu by his father at this age, he began to learn the art of war seriously.The current martial arts teaching in the Xianhou Mansion can only teach martial arts.It would be difficult for the old Hou Ye to say a few more words, let alone teach his grandson himself.When Dugu Mian would come back, he was not sure at all.Hmph, he was really willing to let go, he didn't even care about his son's future.

But the head: "Guarding the frontier is a big deal, how can you just come back when you say it. The main reason is that... other people are not as good as your father, so there is no way to change people."

In fact, Dugu Li has long been used to not seeing his father all year round, and he has already understood and understood the reason why his father is not at home.This question meant more to act like a spoiled child to Song Wei.Hearing this, he puffed up his chest: "Daddy left home when he was 16. When I am 16, I can go to the army to help him. Well, there are still five years left."

Song Wei flipped through a few exercise books randomly, and suddenly came up with an idea, and said, "Xiao Lai, why don't I find you a master. Although it may not be as good as your father—er, he should be quite good."

Yinghou Xu Shixiao, in terms of martial arts, is slightly inferior to Xianhou Duguxian and Yihou Weiguan.But in terms of cultivation in Art of War theory, he recognized him as the second, and I am afraid that no one would dare to recognize him as the first, so he was just right to be a teacher.

Asking Xu Shixiao to bring the oil bottle, Song Wei figured it out with her toes, but she might not be able to say it on her own.

After the court meeting, the emperor left all six ministers and talked with each other one by one.Occasionally putting aside the Sangong, engaging in such small-scale interviews with the Six Departments and Nine Ministers is an excellent way to coordinate checks and balances and communicate.This move was personally taught by the first emperor on his deathbed, and Song Wei did not hesitate to include it in the Ming Jun's Quick Accomplishment Collection.

The meeting was held on a whim, but there were a lot of things going on.Spring plowing, imperial examinations, taxation... The direct leaders of various departments reported in person, which was intuitive and vivid.Song Wei has a gentle attitude, listens more and speaks less.The two confidential secretaries sitting in the corner were the ones who were really busy non-stop.

When it was the turn of the last Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry, it was already lunch time.Song Wei stretched, and ordered someone to lead Ouyang Minzhong directly to the dining table.

They did not know how many meals they had eaten together in the past, but this was the first time they had dined at the same table since they became monarchs and ministers.The emperor was still in filial piety, and the meals were just a few simple ones.However, for the sake of health, there are two plates of meat on the table every day for lunch.After all, imperial cuisine is imperial cuisine, although the number of samples is reduced, the color, fragrance and taste are all there.Ouyang Min waited for a long time, and when he smelled the fragrance, he suddenly felt hungry.

Just as he was about to obey the emperor's order to sit down, he suddenly thought of something, bent down and cupped his hands: "I don't know if your majesty has summoned my ministers today. If you have any inquiries, can you let me know first?"

The emperor and Yinghou looked at each other in the open and in the dark, you come and go to each other, other people may not know, but he has no choice but to know.

Although Song Wei was sitting, she did not pick up the chopsticks to show respect.He was also very hungry, and waved his hand: "Eat first, and then we'll talk when we're full."

Ouyang Minzhong hesitated for a moment, but in the end experience and reason prevailed, and he said slowly: "If Your Majesty doesn't inform you in advance, I will inevitably worry about it, making Your Majesty unable to eat well, isn't it a crime?"

Song Wei raised her eyes, looked at him and curled her mouth: "I'm afraid I told you first, and it made it even worse for you to eat."

Ouyang Minzhong trembled secretly: "It's disrespectful for such a minister." He sat down neatly and followed the emperor to pick up the chopsticks.

After dinner, and tea, Song Wei asked about water conservancy related to spring plowing, mentioned the patrol plan for this summer's flood season by the way, and asked about building ships.The minister of the Ministry of Industry felt relieved to hear these normal topics within the scope of his duties, and he happily talked to the emperor with great enthusiasm.

Song Wei doesn't know much by himself, but he has always maintained enough respect for professional technicians, coupled with his extensive knowledge, good brains, quick understanding of everything, and easy to answer, Ouyang Minzhong always likes to talk to him.Seeing that he has become the emperor, he is as approachable as ever, regardless of his support, how can he not be used in his heart.As he was talking, he actually forgot the obviously malicious hint before the meal.

Unknowingly talking for a long time, Song Wei changed the subject: "I heard that Marquis Ying's art of war is unparalleled in the world, you and him are in-laws, your son-in-law is also very good."

Ouyang Minzhong was originally in defenseless mode. Hearing this question, he immediately sobered up. He shook his head and said, "Your Majesty probably doesn't know. Marquis Ying has three sons. The eldest son stays in the southeast, and now he works under Marquis Xian. The second son is the son-in-law. He works for the Ministry of War, but he is a civil servant of the seventh rank. There is also a young son from a concubine who is still in school."

It was the first time Song Wei knew that Yinghou had left his eldest son under the command of Dugu, and he was surprised: "He didn't bring his son back?" But he thought in his heart, Xu Shixiao is actually father and son guarding the southeast together, so it can be seen that his father was very reassuring to him when he was alive. .After thinking about it again, he didn't bring his son back, but he was very relieved of Dugu's son.There is a little more certainty in what he wants to plan.

Ouyang Minzhong glanced at Song Wei, and tentatively said: "The Marquis Ying admires Marquis Xian very much, and he trusts him very much."

Song Wei also glanced at him and raised her eyebrows: "I admire the Marquis Ying very much, and I trust him very much." Pretentiously sighing, "It's a pity that only one of the three sons inherits the mantle. I don't know if he has other disciples? "

Ouyang Minzhong shook his head: "Marquis Ying has an aloof personality. For so many years, I have never heard of him accepting a disciple."

Song Wei complained in her heart: Aloof and arrogant?That's called turtle hair, okay...

Clapping his hands and laughing, he said, "Marquis Ying is full of talent, enough to establish a sect. If it is not passed on, it will be a loss to the community. Lord Ouyang, do you think I can send him a few apprentices?"

Ouyang Minzhong shook his head again and again: "Marquis Ying is in command of the two armies, and he is busy with official duties. His Majesty must be aware of it. I am afraid that he has no spare energy to teach his disciples."

Now he fully understood that His Majesty the Emperor might have thought of a new trick to make things difficult for the Marquis Ying.These two people are fighting back and forth, and only those closest to them can perceive it.Mr. Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry was a little worried at first, but later he found that fighting back and forth was harmless. Besides, neither the former head of the housekeeper nor Yihou who was in charge of the court guard had any reaction, so he was relieved.

Song Wei smiled wickedly: "No energy left? I think he has enough energy left, and he is a good teacher. I have a ready-made good seed here, but I just think that I don't know him too well, so I don't want to rashly make orders. You lobby for me first."

Ouyang Minzhong shook his head like a rattle: "Marquis Ying is cold-tempered and doesn't like to be tied down. He is very decisive, how can he let others lobby casually."

Song smiled narrowly: "Aiqing, you are too modest." Even being able to lobby for such a thing as the establishment of a prince, isn't it easy to accept apprentices?

Ouyang Minzhong was numb with goosebumps from his "Ai Qing": "Your Majesty, this is not appropriate, please think again..."

Song Wei frowned, and looked at him pitifully: "You and I are called monarchs and ministers, and we are friends of common people, friends of forgetting years, and friends in need. Isn't Ai Qing even willing to help with such a small matter?"

Ouyang Minzhong had goosebumps all over the ground: "Your Majesty, this matter is indeed beyond the reach of others..."

Song Wei's face was full of sorrow: "I think back then, when Aiqing was unfortunately ill, I personally escorted Aiqing to the toilet and waited outside the hut..."

Ouyang Minzhong's eyelids twitched, his mouth was open and he couldn't speak.

"On the night of the flash flood, Marquis Xian devoted all his energy to rescue Aiqing, if it wasn't for my great fortune..."

Ouyang Minzhong's brow was covered with cold sweat, and he fell to his knees: "Your Majesty, don't talk anymore... I am so heartbroken for Your Majesty, I dare not back down. I will do my best on this matter..."

In April of the first year of Chengxing, Duguli, the eldest son of Xianhou, formally paid homage to Yinghou Xu Shixiao as his teacher to learn the art of war and tactics.

Immediately, Yinghou was granted the title of Taibao by the emperor and became one of the emperor's tutors in name.Song Wei summoned King An and several close-knit boys under the age of 15 from the mansion of the county princes to enter the palace regularly, and the Taibao taught them martial arts and the art of war.

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