Zhejiang, Zhejiang Governor's Mansion.

In the study, Hu Zongxian put aside the battle report sent by Qi Jiguang from the front line, and couldn't help but sigh: "Fortunately, Quanzhou City was defended, otherwise how many people would have suffered!"

Then Hu Zongxian's face was full of confusion, and he kept pacing in the study with his hands behind his back.

"This Qi Jiguang has posed a big problem for me."

Hu Zongxian sighed deeply, his face full of worry.

What made Hu Zongxian, the governor of a province, so worried was naturally what Qi Jiguang mentioned in the battle report - the French cannon that appeared at the scene of the Japanese siege.

According to Qi Jiguang, the condition of the Fran cannons left at the scene was at least 89% new. Someone in the army must have sold them to the Japanese pirates! As for who it was, Hu Zongxian already had a rough guess in his mind.

If this matter is reported to the imperial court, it will definitely make the Holy Emperor angry, and countless people will be involved. After all, some things are not worth mentioning, and even the matter cannot be suppressed if it is worth mentioning! Suppose this matter is concealed.

, only reporting the battle of Quanzhou City is a good situation for you, me, and everyone.

After weighing for a long time, Hu Zongxian still had not made up his mind. When he was irritated, he happened to glance at a letter that he had forgotten for a long time. This was sent by his teacher Yan Song before, but he was busy with the war and never had time to read it.

Hu Zongxian approached and opened the letter. There were four big characters written on it: "Ru Zhen personally signed it."

Hu Zongxian found a seat and sat down at random, and began to read the above content.

In the letter, the teacher still cared so much about his health and provided strong support in terms of military supplies, money and food. Hu Zongxian couldn't help but feel a little warm in his heart.

When Hu Zongxian saw the last sentence, his expression suddenly changed. The content above was: "The Japanese pirates must be suppressed, but not completely!"

After a long silence, Hu Zongxian stood up, holding the letter in his hand, looking very helpless, and said silently to himself: "Teacher, you did something wrong!"

"You once evaluated me like this, saying that I, Hu Zongxian, would not harm the country or the people in important matters! But now..."

Hu Zongxian staggered to the candlelight, put the letter into it, and watched it turn into ashes. At the moment when the letter turned into ashes, Hu Zongxian only felt that something had passed away from him forever.

‘Dong dong dong!’ At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside the house.

"Come in, what's the matter?" Hu Zongxian said with a determined expression, but still let the visitor in.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter written by Your Majesty personally! Please send it to the Zajia family."

Hearing that it was a letter written by Jiajing to himself, Hu Zongxian's beard moved, and then he knelt down and took the letter from the messenger's hand.

"Now that the letter has been delivered, the Za family will leave now."

"Eunuch, go slowly." Hu Zongxian bowed and saluted.

After the father-in-law who delivered the letter left, Hu Zongxian closed the door of the study and opened the letter as before.

The content of the letter was not much, only a few sentences, and Hu Zongxian finished reading it quickly.

"I have served the king for thousands of miles and have nothing to gain. I know the hardships on the frontier. How can I seek for my wife? I will not be held responsible for what you do!"

Hu Zongxian seemed to be possessed by a demon. He kept mumbling those lines of poetry and could not help but hide his face and cry: "Your Majesty is truly my close friend!"

"Your Majesty, Hu Zongxian, bows to your Majesty, long live my emperor!"

After Hu Zongxian finished speaking, he kowtowed three times in the direction of the capital.

After his emotions completely calmed down, Hu Zongxian returned to his desk with a firm expression, spread out his pen and paper, and wrote down everything that happened in Quanzhou City exactly as it was without any embellishments. As a feudal official, Hu Zongxian was naturally qualified to make memorials.

There is no need to go through the cabinet and the ceremonial supervisor, and it will be presented directly to the Holy One.

……

Quanzhou City, County Government Office.

At this moment, Yang Zongtai was lying on the bed with a book in his hand.

Two days have passed since the Quanzhou Defense Battle, and the corpses on the battlefield have been collected. Recalling the scene at that time, Yang Zongtai was still frightened. What if the reinforcements had not arrived? Wouldn’t it be that the people of Quanzhou City and his wife and children were all

Thinking of the possibility of being poisoned by Japanese pirates, Yang Zongtai did not dare to think about it any more.

"Really, the doctor asked you to rest a little longer, why are you reading again!"

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Yang Zongtai's wife came in with a bowl of soup and a look of anger on her face.

"Ahem, aren't I bored?"

"Come on, open your mouth, ah."

The soup in the bowl was extremely bitter. Yang Zongtai only drank two spoons and then refused to drink any more.

"Obey, drink the medicine. How can you act like a child for such an old man? The doctor said that good medicine is bitter in taste and good for the disease." Yang Zongtai's wife frowned and put the medicine on the table, pretending to be angry.
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"I'll drink the medicine later, now, hehe." Yang Zongtai smiled, hugged his wife into his arms, and held her hand tightly.

"Ah, it's broad daylight!" Yang Zongtai's wife exclaimed, her face turning crimson with shame and anger.

Feeling the warmth from his wife's hand, Yang Zongtai said silently: "To tell you the truth, I was really scared at that time. I was afraid that the city of Quanzhou would be destroyed. I was afraid that I would die. I was even more afraid of you..."

Before he finished speaking, his wife blocked him with her hands: "Stop talking about these things, it's all over."

"What happened to the soldiers who died in the battle earlier? Have they been buried? Where is Chief Li?"

"The imperial court gave them a unified burial and gave them double pensions on the original basis, so their families don't have to worry."

"That's fine." Yang Zongtai nodded and said softly.

"By the way, I heard that relative...that general said that you have made great achievements this time! Mr. Hu, the governor of Zhejiang Province, wants to personally ask for credit for you. Haven't you always wanted to leave here?"

Yang Zongtai smiled and said nothing, just stroking his wife's hair.

Just as the couple was enjoying each other's warmth, the guard's report came from outside: "Reporting to the magistrate, there are many people gathered here outside the county government office!"

"What? Wait a moment, I'll go take a look." Yang Zongtai put on his official uniform with the help of his wife and reluctantly got up from the bed.

"Pay attention to your safety." The wife warned worriedly.

"Okay." Yang Zongtai replied with a smile.

When Yang Zongtai walked out of the county government office, he saw many people kneeling on the street outside the county government office. When they saw him coming out, they all kowtowed and said, "We kneel down to thank the county magistrate for saving our lives!"

"Everyone, please get up quickly. I am an official sent by the imperial court to Quanzhou. As an official, I will benefit the whole country!"

……

Capital City, Yangxin Hall.

Jiajing is sitting on the futon, eyes closed and breathing evenly. If there are immortal cultivators present, they can see at a glance that the essence between heaven and earth is being absorbed by Jiajing.

Since the last time he used the breathing method to increase the magic power in his body, Jiajing has often meditated and concentrated his mind. Now he has reached a state where he can enter samadhi without relying on reciting the "Tao Te Ching".

"Hoo~"

Jiajing took a long breath and opened his eyes. As the breath continued, the impurities in his body were eliminated, and his senses became much sharper. Even the hidden injuries he had suffered previously were all repaired. Jiajing suddenly

I feel comfortable all over.

"Your Majesty, Hu Zongxian, Governor-General of Zhejiang Province and Governor of Zhejiang Province, has this memorial."

"Send it up!"
Chapter completed!