major general

The bed without Bunraku seems to be colder, and the person who has survived the coldest winter will be like a small stove, continuously emitting heat.

Before the two got married, he entrusted the most famous craftsman of the Fu family to make that delicate and practical small hand stove.It is necessary to continue to generate heat without burning hands, the request of the young master of the Fu family made the craftsman's head bald.

Fortunately, the final product is perfect.

Fu Xiaoyu gave Wen Le that exquisite small hand stove, not to mention how many craftsmen of the Fu family spent their efforts on this thing, like a boy who likes it but dare not say that he likes it, stubbornly but clumsily expressing his kindness.

The small hand stove is out of use now.

Fu Xiaoyu saw that the small hand stove and thousands of taels of jade Guanyin porcelain vases from Zhen Guofu were placed on the antique shelf together, and there was a special little girl to wipe them every day.The small hand stove, which cost less than a hundred taels, was rubbed as if covered with pulp, round and beautiful.

The spring rains continued.

The earth dragon in Zhenguo Mansion finally stopped, and Fu Xiaoyu, who hadn't slept with Wen Le for several days, hugged the small hand stove and fell asleep together.

There was a burst of thunder, and Fu Xiaoyu had a nightmare. He dreamed that Wen Le from the past killed the prairie wolf with a long knife on the grassland.

Fu Xiaoyu remembered the bitten wound on Wen Le's leg.

And in his dream, the wound was not on Wenle's leg, but on Wenle's neck.

Blood spattered, and the green grass was stained blood red.

Fu Xiaoyu woke up suddenly, only then did she realize that the delicate hand stove had been cracked by herself.

"Master! Master! Something happened!"

Fu Xiaoyu looked out, and when the thunder came down, it shone on the screen window, and the vase containing the apricot blossom branches was dead white.

The battle at the border was urgent, the general of Zhen Guo was seriously injured, Wen Yue, the commander of the marching army, disappeared on the battlefield, his whereabouts were unknown, or he was captured by the enemy.

Just one sentence made Fu Xiaoyu break out in a cold sweat.

He got up quickly, with his disheveled hair, and wanted to go outside.

It was just three o'clock, the sky was not yet bright, and the spring rain was like pouring down, and it couldn't stop.

Ma Cheng hurriedly reached out to stop him, and said, "My lord, the palace key hasn't been released yet, so you can't enter the palace now."

Fu Xiaoyu gritted her teeth, but still didn't listen to the advice, changed into the official uniform, opened the door and walked out.

Ma Cheng sighed, and hurriedly took an umbrella and chased after him.

It was raining non-stop, Fu Xiaoyu was sitting in the carriage, thinking about the personnel arrangements in the court, the state treasury, and food and grass.

The border has been stable for many years, and the Xiongnu also made troubles from time to time, but they were all blocked by the iron wall of the Zhenguo Mansion.

This time, General Zhen Guo was seriously injured, and Wen Yue disappeared directly. It must not be that simple.

To fight a war requires money, but more importantly, people.

people......

Fu Xiaoyu closed her eyes in pain, leaning her hands on the window, she couldn't sit still.

The key to the palace is not opened, so no one can get out or get in.

A high courtyard wall completely isolates the people inside and outside the palace.

Until the fifth watch, the palace key has not been opened.

Fu Xiaoyu sensed something was wrong, opened the curtain, and walked straight to the door.

The Jinwu Guard stopped him, and the leader, surnamed Nie, said in a low voice, "Master Jijiu."

Fu Xiaoyu looked at him, managed to hold back a smile, and said, "I have something important to report, when will the gate of the palace be opened?"

Nie Xun looked around, walked to a secluded place with Fu Xiaoyu, and said, "Master Jijiu, I heard the news that I had a headache today and yesterday, and I called the imperial doctor. I'm afraid I won't be here early today."

"I'm working in the Imperial College, right in the palace. Could it be that I wasn't even allowed to do my job?"

"Master Jijiu, be careful!" Nie Xun said, took out a note from his cuff and stuffed it to Fu Xiaoyu, and said loudly: "Master Jijiu, let's go home and rest as soon as possible, the spring rain won't stop for a while."

Fu Xiaoyu didn't say much, snorted coldly, threw off her sleeves and returned to the carriage as if annoyed.

Even though it was raining heavily, the people in Jinlin also started their daily life.

The news of the war has not yet reached everyone's ears at the border gate far away in the sky.

But the ministers of the DPRK and China should have known the news, and the palace probably also...

Fu Xiaoyu suppressed her worries and unfolded the note.

[Le has knelt in the meeting hall all night, asking Bianguan to fight. 】

Sheng Xia's handwriting was beautiful, but Fu Xiaoyu closed her eyes severely after seeing it.

Worried, still here.

The frontier soldiers who delivered the news ran to the death of six horses before successfully sending the news back to Jinlin. The matter was not covered up too much, and Zhou Chong did not stop Wen Le.

Bunle's heart was already oppressed by panic and fear.

The emperor summoned the Ministers of the Ministry of War, Ministers of the Ministry of Households, and the left and right prime ministers to discuss urgent matters. They were not allowed to enter the literature and music, so they knelt outside the hall and asked the frontier to go to war.

Kneeling from the third watch to the fifth watch, Wen Le only wore a single shirt.

The thunder continued and the rain continued.

Many court ladies and eunuchs couldn't bear it, they said they were major generals, but in fact they were just sixteen boys.At this age, many official sons are still begging for favors on the maid's belly, who can beg for a fight like him.

It seldom rains at the border, and the wells have to be dug very deep to get water.

It turns out that when the rain hits people, it hurts.

Zhou Chong stood in the distance, clenching his teeth.

"Xiao Jiu'er is worried that he will accompany you to read, right? That's right, the pass over there is a land of wolves, tigers and leopards. If you say that this person is not greedy for pleasure, but insists on going to those lands, won't he be suspected by his father?" He said with a smile.

Zhou Chong's expression remained unchanged, and he said with a smile, "Where is the prince's brother? It's just a companion reading. What are Chong'er worried about? It's just that the father and the court ministers have been planning for a long time, and Chong'er is a little worried about the father's stomach discomfort. Hurt yourself."

The prince looked at Zhou Chong's face, and after seeing nothing, he thought that he had really underestimated this ninth younger brother, and walked to the side with a smile.

The smile on Zhou Chong's face gradually dissipated when they swaggered away with a large number of court ladies and eunuchs.

Bunle in the distance seemed to be losing strength, slowly bowed his waist, rested his hands on the ground, and then straightened up, letting the big raindrops hit him one by one.

Zhou Chong climbed over the railing, but Yan Zhou behind him hugged him and took him a step back.

"Boat!"

"Your Highness Ninth Prince, you are not helping the Major General, but harming him."

Only then did Zhou Chong stop his movements and let Yan Zhou take him back to the corridor.

"The border gate is short of manpower. Today, there was originally the intention of sending Wenle to the border gate, but Wenle is the hostage of the Zhen Guofu in Jinlin. When Wenle returns to the border gate, it is the dragon entering the sea. In the past, we could take advantage of Wenle's young age. , should go back to Jinlin to study and become a good excuse to tell people to go back to Jinlin, but now Wenle has studied ethnology and entered the palace to study with him, this reason is untenable." Yan Zhou said in a low voice, watching Zhou Chong's With a clear expression, he carefully pulled his sleeves and said, "Your Highness, Bunle will not be able to go back to the border."

Zhou Chong didn't say a word, his hands behind his back grabbed his sleeves tightly, his knuckles turned white.

Wenle showed his concern for the border in front of him more than once. He memorized books and did his own homework, but every time he put in [-]% effort in riding and archery.

Walking through Yang with a hundred steps, he is a born general.

Such a person can't go back to the border?

Zhou Chong supported the wall, stood upright, and said, "Let's go back to the palace."

His presence here will only make things worse.

Yan Zhou followed Zhou Chong and looked back at Wen Le.

Bunle still kneeled straight, like a sharp sword.

In the town of Guofu, the ancestors have been heroes for generations.

The spring rain didn't stop until noon.

Bunle was drowsy from the sun, and the corners of his mouth were dry and cracked. Even the heavy rain before could not quench his thirst.

The temple door finally opened.

Wen Le finally regained some energy, knelt down to the front of the hall, and said, "Zhen Guo Mansion Wen Le, please see me today."

It was not Emperor Wen who came out, but Jiang Yu, the great eunuch next to Emperor Wen.That person was both good and evil, he had benefited a lot from Fu Xiaoyu, now seeing Wen Le's miserable appearance, he felt a little bit of compassion.

Jiang Yu walked up to Wenle, but he didn't dare to kneel before the Major General.

"General Wen Shao, the emperor is very tired after discussing important matters with the ministers. Let's take a rest. You should also go back and rest."

Wen Le shook his head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jiang, Le has something important to do, so I have to wait here. Please let my father-in-law let me know after the break today."

Jiang Yu frowned, thought for a while and entered the meeting hall again.

After about an hour, the voice of the little eunuch came from inside.

"Tell the Major General of the Zhenguo Mansion to see you!"

Wen Le got up quickly, but couldn't stand up because of kneeling for too long, her legs were sore and numb, and she had lost feeling in her calves.

Jiang Yu wanted to step forward to help, but was afraid of arousing suspicion, so he glanced at his apprentice, and the man immediately stepped forward to help Wenle.

Bunle waved his hands, barely standing up straight on his own.

He wrung out the water from his coat, put it on again, and stepped in after tidying up his appearance.

The ministers had already retired, and Emperor Wen sat high in the hall with a memorial in his hand.

The meeting hall is not big, and it is a place where Emperor Wen and his ministers often discuss matters.Compared with the main hall, it is much messier, books and memorials are placed randomly, and there are pastry residues on the table.

Wen Le didn't dare to look around, walked to five or six steps in front of Emperor Wen, knelt down again, kowtowed, and said, "Your Majesty, I request you to go to the border."

Emperor Wen looked at him, without mentioning the border, and said bluntly: "The major general is newly married, but he is willing to part with his relatives."

Kneeling all night.

In Wenle's mind, he thought of the border, the Xiongnu, his seriously injured ancestor, and his missing brother.

Only, I didn't think of Fu Xiaoyu.

Wen Le pressed his forehead against the back of his hand, and replied in a deep voice: "If you go back to the emperor, I will not bear it."

Standing behind Emperor Wen, Jiang Yu squeezed his shoulders carefully, and paused slightly upon hearing this.

"Oh?"

"Fu Xiaoyu is the minister's wife, teaching the ministers what is a monarch and a minister, what is a family and country; he is also the minister's wife, teaching the ministers what is love and what is tempting. Minister, I can't bear it."

Emperor Wen stared coldly at Wen Le, who was kneeling underneath without raising his head, and said, "Then you still come to ask for a fight? Nonsense!"

Sensing the emperor's anger, Jiang Yu knelt down together with the maids and eunuchs in the palace, and shouted: "The emperor calm down."

"I learned silver guns since I was a child, and the first words I could say were the orders my ancestors yelled at the training ground. The Huns burned, killed and robbed women and children at the border, and I killed more than 240 Huns; They set fire to more than a hundred people in Lvlin Village. A minister is a gun, a weapon, and a chess piece in the hands of the emperor. A gun, a weapon, or a chess piece, it doesn't matter what you think, but whether it can be used by the emperor is important." Wen Le As he said that, cold sweat dripped down his neck and spread to the ground together with the sweat on his head, "The border war is urgent, my minister, I can defeat them."

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, the air was frozen, and needles could be heard.

After a while, there was a chuckle.

Emperor Wen laughed and applauded, and said: "The son of the Zhenguo mansion is worthy of being the son of the Zhenguo mansion."

Wen Le breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Emperor Wen's laughter, but finally lost his strength and fell to the side.

"Major General!"

The author says:

Look at the antique vases on the left and right sides of the small hand stove: what the hell am I capable of.