Thank you sir, he is still outputting!

Xie Zhao was still wondering what a "gentle soldier" was, but when Qiu Jing took him to the school grounds the next day, he understood everything.

These soldiers in Quzhou City were indeed "gentle" too much.

The sun was shining, and the captain led Xie Zhao and Qiu Jing in, and shouted loudly to the soldiers who were practicing: "Return to the team! The magistrate Qiu and the patrol censor Xie are here!"

So the soldiers who had been lazily wandering around the school grounds all shuffled back to the queue, barely straightened their backs, and looked over the school grounds curiously: they have seen Mr. Qiu more than once, but the patrol censor is still the first See you soon.

The captain stood in front of Xie Zhao and Qiu Jing with his back to Xie Zhao and Qiu Jing, and while winking at the soldiers below, he said righteously: "Master Xie came all the way from the capital to supervise the officials of Quzhou City. Everyone Come out with your usual vigor and energy, and tell Mr. Xie to look at the demeanor of our Quzhou City garrison!"

The implied meaning is actually quite obvious.

Mr. Xie was sent by the capital to supervise. If everyone behaves badly, Mr. Xie will complain to the Holy Master after returning to Beijing.So for the sake of you and me, everyone, everyone should put on a show and coax Mr. Xie away.

Sure enough, as soon as the captain had finished speaking, the soldiers below immediately restrained their casual attitude, straightened their backs and raised their chins, and shouted in unison: "Thank you sir!"

This change is too obvious.

Xie Zhao touched his nose, turned his head, and saw Qiu Jing's twitching eyes.

He immediately understood: It seems that Mr. Qiu is not ignorant of the yin and yang practices of the Quzhou garrison.

The captain also introduced Xie Zhao at the front, bragging to Xie Zhao again and again: "Speaking of Mr. Xie, he is not only this year's inspector censor, but also this year's imperial examination champion, the first person in the dynasty to win the three yuan! You may I have to believe it, Mr. Xie has not reached the championship yet, to be able to achieve such a result is really a genius."

Seeing the amazed expressions of the soldiers below, the captain paused, and finally said the main thing: "What's more, Master Xie's biological father is General Xie Yanxie! Yes, it is the General Xie who founded the Xie Family Army."

The reputation of Xie Yan and Xie Jiajun was accumulated entirely by the blood of the enemy and one victory after another.

Although the Quzhou garrison is far away from the northwest, Xie Yan and Xie Jiajun are still famous for a long time.In the heart of any soldier in Dayu, Xie Yan and Xie Jiajun have become an invincible symbol.

It turned out to be the son of General Xie!

Upon hearing what the captain said, the soldiers looked at Xie Zhao more enthusiastically.

Xie Zhao drove the ducks to the shelves, and under the watchful eyes of the captain and the soldiers, he could only take a step forward, and said something about serving the country and the people, dedicating himself to death.

After speaking, he followed Qiu Jing out of the school grounds.

The moment before he walked out of the school grounds, he turned around and took a look into the school grounds: he saw that the neat queue started to spread out again, and as far as he could see, a soldier was thrusting his spear into the ground, leaning on the ground with the spear He was talking to the two people around him, smiling brightly.

Xie Zhao said to Qiu Jing, "These soldiers are indeed very...well, very gentle."

As the current prefect of Quzhou, Qiu Jing could only explain to Xie Zhao with a blushing old face: "Soldiers have to rely on themselves to earn their military merits, but Quzhou's terrain is closed and far away from the border, and they haven't fought wars for decades. Seeing that there is no hope of promotion, the soldiers naturally became lazy..."

Xie Zhao was speechless: "Isn't this a good opportunity to earn military merits?"

After beating the bandits, he went back to the capital and praised him in front of the Holy Master. Those who performed well would naturally be promoted.

"That's what I thought too."

Qiu Jing sighed: "But after so many years of laziness, the captains and soldiers in Quzhou City are already used to this kind of life. It's really not easy to change it for a while."

It turned out to be a cunning old man, Xie Zhao had an epiphany.

He recalled the appearance of the soldiers he saw just now, and asked politely: "Master Qiu, I just glanced over and found that there are not many young people in the garrison..."

In fact, not only are there not many young people, but there are not many people who look honest and honest.

"Aspiring young people in Quzhou City will not choose to join the army, even if they join the army, they will not come to the garrison in Quzhou City."

Qiu Jing and Xie Zhao got into the carriage, and there were only two people in the carriage. He thought that he had lost face in front of Xie Zhao, and it was meaningless to hide it now, so he simply said: "Because the salary of ordinary soldiers is low, and the promotion The chances are small, so most of the people who come to serve in the army are those who have no better way out."

Frankly speaking, many people came to be the garrison of Quzhou City, just to dawdle.

Anyway, Quzhou is far away from the capital, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away. People from such a remote place like them will not be able to go to war.Before the bandits appeared, there had been no major disturbances in Quzhou City for decades. For many people, being a garrison in Quzhou City meant that although they could not get promoted or make a fortune, it was not a problem to feed themselves.

Speaking of this, Xie Zhao would be a fool if he didn't understand the temperament of the Quzhou garrison.

He rubbed his aching temples: "I'll write a letter in a while, if the Holy Majesty receives the news and is willing to send troops to suppress the bandits, then everything will go well; but if, as Lord Qiu said, this letter cannot be passed on, Then we have to try to drill these soldiers."

He and Mr. Qiu couldn't rush out by themselves to fight the bandits with swords and guns.

Qiu Jing completely regards Xie Zhao as a lifeline now, and nods whatever Xie Zhao says.

The two quickly returned to the study in the mansion.

Xie Zhao first wrote a letter to Qin Houde.In the letter, he briefly described what he had seen and heard, and finally asked him to transfer troops from other places to suppress the bandits.

Qiu Jing watched from the side as Xie Zhao was holding a pen in his right hand, his left hand was holding the sleeve of his right hand, and with a handsome and delicate face, he was swaying and writing a paragraph on the paper with ease.

After carefully reading this passage, he felt that Xie Zhao's literary talents were really outstanding. Not only did he write the ins and outs of the matter clearly, but his writing was also fluent, natural, sincere and moving.

If the Holy Majesty had read this letter, he would definitely send someone to Quzhou immediately!

Qiu Jing made up his mind, seeing Xie Zhao put the letter in the envelope after writing, he quickly took it.Just as I was about to call the servants around me to drop the letter at the post station, I heard Xie Zhao say, "Lord Qiu, wait a moment, I still have a letter."

Another letter?

Qiu Jing was surprised, seeing Xie Zhao meditating on the spot for a moment, then suddenly changed the pen in his hand from his right hand to his left.

He widened his eyes: "You are?"

Regardless of his shock, Xie Zhao pondered for a moment, then began to write the next letter with a pen in his left hand.This letter was not written to the Holy Majesty, nor to Fu Ling, but to Liao Qingfeng.

The content of the letter was also very weird and naive: I am going to starve to death, please send me some candied haws.

After Xie Zhao finished writing the letter, he wrote on the envelope: Send Jinwu Guard Shen An.

Qiu Jing was puzzled: "Are you sending this letter to...?"

"Jin Wuwei Liao Qingfeng, Shen An is his word."

Xie Zhao handed the letter to Qiu Jing: "I'm not afraid that the letter will be seen... Liao Qingfeng's name is too big, and there are far fewer people who know his name."

He sighed: "Since he is the Jinwu Guard, he can always help after receiving my letter."

Xie Zhao only hoped that Liao Qingfeng would not suddenly become stupid and really thought he wanted to eat candied haws.

Qiu Jing admired Xie Zhao extremely, and quickly handed the two letters to the servants behind him: "Send these two letters to the post station—be careful, don't lose the letters."

The servant agreed, and ran out to deliver the letter.

Qiu Jing asked: "Master Xiao Xie, what shall we do next?"

Xie Zhao put the pen back into the pen container and shrugged: "What else can I do? Train while waiting!"

The autumn wind dyed the leaves red. Fu Ling put on his coat and opened the window.The bleak wind blew into the room, bringing in a gust of cold air, and the next moment his throat started to itch.

Fu Ling frowned, but he still couldn't hold back the itch, so he could only clenched his fist to his lips and coughed heavily.

The cough was hoarse, and Qi Lan who entered the room with the medicine in his hand sighed.

"Your Highness, drink the medicine quickly." He handed the medicine bowl to Fu Ling, and complained softly: "I know you wanted to go after Mr. Xie, but you didn't ask you to chase after him in the rain without holding an umbrella or wearing a bamboo hat." Ah... look, the wind and cold are still not cured, and you are the one who suffers."

Hearing the familiar name from Qi Lan's mouth, Fu Ling's brows and eyes stretched after drinking the medicine.

As if thinking of something pleasant, the corners of his lips raised and his eyes softened: "This crime is worth it."

A wind and cold exchanged for Xie Zhao, and he took advantage of it.

Fu Ling felt that for such a good Xie Zhao, it would be worthwhile for him to pay for it with something more precious.

Qi Lan was helpless: "You really gave the jade pendant to someone else, and you were taken away with your heart and soul."

It rained heavily that day, and His Highness fell ill after returning. He had a high fever for several days, and his body, which had recovered a little before, immediately lost weight.

Qi Lan watched from the side, feeling very distressed, but there are some people who are affectionate and drink enough water. They have suffered so much, but they still enjoy it, and even feel that their suffering is worth it.

Qi Lan looked at Fu Ling's pale face and shook his head: His Highness and Lord Xie are like this, I really don't know if it's good or bad.

Not wanting to see a sickly self when Xie Zhao came back, Fu Ling took a breath and closed the window anyway.

He turned around and looked at Qi Lan: "Has Master Xie's letter not arrived yet?"

After Xie Zhao went to Quzhou, letters would arrive in the capital every day or two.

He wrote letters as he wished, and told Fu Ling about everything: Today I am happy that I saw a beautiful yellow flower on the side of the road, tomorrow I complain that the bed in the post station is uncomfortable, and the day after tomorrow I say that I miss his piano sound, and I lie on my stomach in my dreams at night. Listen to him playing the piano on the wall.

In a recent letter, he said that he saw fireflies next to the station, but there was no one who wanted to send the stars.

Fu Ling read every letter again and again, and then replied: Seeing the words is like seeing a person, I am very happy.

I don't know where Xie Zhao is now, Fu Ling can only send these letters to Quzhou.

Seeing characters is like seeing people is not the way to use it, but Fu Ling wrote it anyway.

He wanted to say a lot to Xie Zhao, but after countless times, there were only two simple words on the paper - very happy.

Now that Xie Zhao has left, Fu Ling no longer has the desire to play the qin. While recuperating from his illness, he reads the qin scores and books that Xie Zhao gave him all day long, eagerly waiting for Xie Zhao's next letter.

It's a pity that there is no next one.

Hearing Fu Ling's question, Qi Lan shook his head: "There is still no thank you letter today."

have not received yet?

Fu Ling lowered his eyes, and suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The author has something to say: Busy Mr. Xie (prayer): The awesome old man hasten to possess you!

The waiting third prince: It's nothing to be rained on, and it's nothing to be sick, just thank you sir.

感谢在2020-07-0501:16:25~2020-07-0521:09:31期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 miserable green girl;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!