When Ma Xianglin welcomed Zhang Fengyi, he saw that his newlywed wife was full of depression.
"I was so stupid. I only watched Miss Zheng and the others perform tricks and deal with Mang Gurtai. After watching, when I went to surround the Tong family village, the collaborator Tong Yangxing, the owner of the village, had already run away with dozens of people."
Zhang Fengyi regretted it so much that she threw a grain bag to the horse.
Immediately, I suddenly realized that I was a bit unqualified as a wife.
She hurriedly turned back, walked to her husband who was checking the horse's hooves, pulled him up, slapped his arm covered by cowhide, and pulled his helmet while saying: "You're not hurt, are you? Did you call someone again?"
Earn a piece of skin?"
Ma Xianglin hissed, stopped his wife's hand, and said helplessly: "What can happen to me, so that people from Jianzhou can take advantage of me? You are so strong that you can pull a horse and a donkey.
Can you please be gentle?"
Zhang Fengyi ignored him and went around to look behind him. The silver armor was stained with blood, which should have been spattered when the enemy was killed.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a "chi": "I am not very strong, how can I draw the bow at full capacity?"
When she raised her face to meet her husband's concerned gaze, which was also looking at her, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She thought of her life as a married woman, which had only gotten better over the past six months.
Although her mother-in-law Qin Liangyu was famous far and wide, and her father Zhang Quan assured both mother and daughter that Ma Xianglin was of good character and appearance, Zhang Fengyi was still reluctant when they got married in the early autumn of last year.
She didn't want to get married so early and have children. She also wanted to live a free life of riding horses and hunting for several years.
On the day of the welcome, Zhang Fengyi was overjoyed when she saw her husband in person.
What a majestic look!
Even the scar on his cheek adds a bit of recklessness and bravery to his heroic appearance.
My mother even complained that my father, a dignified third-grade civil servant, had recruited a southern barbarian general as his son-in-law.
My mother was so wrong. How could those dandies in the capital, who were fighting cocks and walking birds because of my wealth, compare with such a god-like "Southern Barbarian"!
However, the bride's heartbeat and the hot joy were quickly cooled down.
At night, when Ma Xianglin entered the bridal chamber, he was smelling of alcohol. His face was not red, but rather bluish-white. His silent attitude made all the maids serving him fearful and doubtful.
Ma Xianglin dismissed the servants and turned around. His eyes, illuminated by the oil lamp, were sober and sparkling at first sight, but those eyes did not touch Zhang Fengyi's.
The groom, who was wearing a dazzling red robe, showed only indifference.
Zhang Fengyi has a bold temperament, but she is not stupid or slow. Her longing suddenly died down.
When Ma Xianglin took off his wedding dress and middle coat and walked towards her with his eyes lowered, Zhang Fengyi stood up suddenly, took off her phoenix crown and wedding dress like a whirlwind, walked to the table and drank two glasses of Hexin wine in one gulp, turning around to face the somewhat stunned
Ma Xianglin said: "You are not interested and neither am I. I don't know how to coax you. Let's just take a break."
After saying that, he blew out the lamp, kicked off his shoes, turned over on the kang, and faced the groom with his back.
After three days of Ma Xianglin practicing spear and Zhang Fengyi practicing archery, the two consummated their marriage.
After General Xiaoma guarded the land and fulfilled his duties as a husband, he took a breath and said with a slightly blunt apology: "It was my fault on the day of the wedding."
Zhang Fengyi patted him on the back, pushed him down, and said disapprovingly: "It's okay if you do it right today."
Then continue to turn over and sleep.
After this hurdle was passed, the rest of the day became smoother.
The couple became more and more able to talk about martial arts and military matters. After buying a large number of good horses before the first snowfall, the two spent almost all day at the training ground. Zhang Fengyi began to enjoy her newlywed life, and even her mother-in-law
When Qin Liangyu agreed to accompany her husband on the expedition without any hesitation, she was even more convinced that her father had indeed found the wrong family for her.
At this moment, Ma Xianglin, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle, was also attracted by his wife's mental outlook.
I really didn't expect that the elegant and elegant Shilang Zhang would have such a ruthless daughter.
Among the men bathed in blood on the battlefield, some of them became obsessed with obedience and tenderness after dismounting from their horses, wishing they could bow down to the woman at their feet, but that was not the case with Ma Xianglin.
The more Zhang Fengyi showed no intention of flattering, but only a lively temperament, the more Ma Xianglin felt the reality of survival and the strong energy to move forward.
Ma Xianglin raised his hand and plucked off all kinds of grass clippings that had accumulated in his wife's temples for three days. A trace of tenderness finally appeared on his murderous face that had been stern for more than ten hours.
"Have you been eating solid food? Come on, go into Fushun City, and I'll take you to eat stupid chicken stewed with mushrooms."
"Okay, call Miss Zheng, I haven't heard her finish talking about the artillery."
"Why is Miss Zheng and Qi Jin's adopted son so far behind you?"
"Miss Zheng couldn't ride a fast horse, so she rode in a carriage with the miners, and General Zou sent someone to escort her. Mr. Wu and the Mao family soldier named Kong rushed to Fushun after seeing Mang Gurtai withdrawing his troops.
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"oh."
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At the end of the day, the clouds in the sky that had been raining all day gradually dispersed, and the last few touches of molten golden light from the setting sun splashed down from the broken clouds.
Zheng Haizhu vomited from Magendan to Fushun City, and her pale face only showed a bit of blush when it was smeared by the sunset.
She doesn't get carsick, she gets dizzy.
Heads are an important basis for calculating military merit. After the gold medal was awarded outside Fushun City and Magen Shanjun Fort, the Ming army was still all over the battlefield. While beheading people, they piled headless Jurchen corpses together and burned them to avoid epidemics.
No matter how hard Zheng Haizhu dodges, he can't help but see the cars with distinctive heads.
Fierce and frightened, his mouth was open and his teeth were gaping, his eyeballs were bulging, and only half of his head was left, which was white and sticky with wet brains.
What he experienced and felt in the last moments before his death were all written on the heads of those money rat tails.
After the bloody battle, the world was full of human heads, which really made her, a modern person who has not yet adapted to the reality of ancient wars, a little overwhelmed.
Even after she got off the bus and walked a few steps towards Fushun City, a human head would roll to her feet.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! There was an angry curse: "Silly sons, do you treat my words as if they are blown by a strong wind? You can't cut off the braids of Tatars when you chop off their heads. How can you turn around?
String them together? Look, this watermelon is rolling all over the ground!"
Immediately, the scolding turned into a laughing welcome.
"Girl Zheng, why did you come back at this hour? Let's go, Uncle Mao will take you to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms."
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In the backyard of Fushun Military Government Office, torches are brightly lit.
The yamen's cook set up two large pots, in which were stewed fat capons and fragrant pine mushrooms.
The orderlies of Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, deliberately took out the "spicy pepper" introduced from Longxi in recent years, which is what later generations call peppers, picked them into pieces, and sprinkled them into the pot.
Zheng Haizhu, who had already gone to Fushun Inn and took a long hot bath, originally thought that most of his soul had returned to his body.
At this moment, I sat down by the pot and saw the red, yellow, black and white, oily stew. I immediately thought of the battlefield scenes I had seen during the day, and my stomach started to churn again.
Beside her, Zhang Fengyi ate happily, and her father's reproach did not affect the appetite of this extraordinary daughter at all.
Zhang Quan left Shenyang today and waited in the east of Fushun. After receiving the good news in the afternoon, he rushed to Fushun. He heard Zhang Chengyin and Prime Minister Po Ting, who were in command, highly praised the achievements of his son-in-law Ma Xianglin.
Even though he didn't show it, he was still very proud of himself.
Unexpectedly, within an hour, he actually saw his daughter in Fushun City. According to his son-in-law, he had been working as a sentinel near Magendan for three or four days. Zhang Quan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he was shocked and angry.
Yu Qin Liangyu's relationship was not good and he scolded Ma Xianglin, so he could only scold Zhang Fengyi for being too ignorant when picking up the meal.
Then Qian warned and warned: "You and Xianglin both remember that your mother must not know about this!"
Zhang Fengyi, who was wolfing down the food, only listened honestly at first, but later she felt that the father was too verbose and muttered: "Okay, Mr. Minister, go and tell the merits of the heroes. Don't forget to pay me all night."
It counts as one portion.”
Seeing that her father finally walked away, Zhang Fengyi chewed a mushroom and turned her head to ask Zheng Haizhu about artillery.
Then he took a large piece of pine mushroom soaked in chicken fat and bright red pepper juice, stuffed it into Zheng Haizhu's pottery bowl, and shouted at Ma Xianglin, who was sitting at the table with General Bing, Mao Wenlong, and Qi Jin: "Xianglin didn't lie.
I, the mushrooms in Liaodong are more delicious than the ones in Guannai. Azhu, you have been hungry all day, why don't you eat?"
Zheng Haizhu saw the trembling mushroom that looked like a piece of human liver. She quickly moved her eyes away, stood up easily and said, "I'm going to do some business, and I'll enjoy it when I get back."
Arriving at the table hosted by Zhang Chengyin, Zheng Haizhu took out the goodies he had brought from the inn and respectfully gave one to each of his superiors.
That was what she had already prepared.
Everyone took it and took a look. It was a tin box the size of a cricket jar. After opening it, there was a strange smell.
Zou Chuxian, the guard of Qinghe, was a rough man. He had become familiar with Zheng Haizhu through several rounds of accepting gifts and setting up ambushes. He said carelessly: "Miss Zheng, are you tea? It's moldy."
Po Tingxiang, the deputy commander-in-chief of Liaodong, also started in the army and had never attended a private school. He asked Ma Xianglin next to him: "General Xiaoma, are you literate? What characters are engraved on this box?"
"Drink black tea and bravely explore the world."
Qi Jin squinted his presbyopic eyes and read it out.
