Ruan Dacheng trotted back with the carousel horse, and said to Zhang Yuan with a smile: "Prince Jie Zixian and his female disciple are here to see you off. They are very affectionate." People who knew that the female disciple of Jie Zixian's male disciple was the princess of North Korea
Ruan Dacheng is one of the few people who know the truth. This talented man from Tongcheng also chanted: "Those who are sad to die can only say goodbye. Qin and Wu are far away from each other, and Yan and Song are thousands of miles apart. Or spring moss is beginning to grow.
, suddenly the autumn wind blows up. It makes my heart broken and all kinds of sadness..."
Zhang Yuan smiled slightly and thought to himself: "Did Ruan Dacheng clearly see that it was Princess Zhenming?" He shook the reins and spurred the chestnut-colored horse to run towards the pavilion. Ma Kuoqi and Sheba shook it off.
Open Bigfoot and follow closely.
A few feet away from the pavilion, Zhang Yuan dismounted, handed the reins to Ma Kuoqi, and walked towards the pavilion. Standing outside the pavilion to the right of Jin Chushi was the charming Princess Zhenming.
The golden virgin listened to the silence, then came up to greet him, cupped his hands and said: "The common people have come here to see Mr. Zhang off. Alas, we have to say goodbye today, and we will never see each other again. We will cook wine, cook chicken, and discuss Tao's poems. From now on, we can only reminisce."
Zhang Yuan stepped forward and took Master Jin's hand and said: "I hope we will live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away - Mr. Jin is a wonderful person and a righteous man. It is a worthwhile trip to get to know Mr. Jin." After that, he went to the white-robed man.
Princess Zhenming nodded in greeting and said softly: "How are you, Your Highness?"
Princess Zhenming hurriedly took off her wide-rimmed bamboo hat and bowed deeply to Zhang Yuan. When she raised her head, perhaps because of the strong sun, Princess Zhenming's cheeks were red, her eyes were twinkling, and she was eager to speak.
Zhang Yuan sighed slightly in his heart: This girl still can't speak!
Jin Chushi said: "His Royal Highness Lord Lingyang and all the officials have bid farewell to Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang must have drunk a lot of wine. The common people have prepared a cup of tea just to say goodbye to Mr. Zhang."
A small table was set up in the pavilion, covered with mats. The sun was scorching outside the pavilion, but it was quite cool inside the pavilion. The breeze from the pine forest made it very comfortable. Zhang Yuan and Jin Chushi were kneeling on both sides of the small table, with Princess Zhenming standing beside them.
After pouring the wine, Zhang Yuan hurriedly said: "How dare you bother Your Highness the Princess?"
Jin Chushi waved his hand and said: "Master Zhang, even if you sit still, today I will only treat her as my female disciple."
Zhang Yuan said "Hmm", picked up the tea cup and took a few sips, then asked Kim Chung-sik about the treatment of Princess Zhenmyeong's mute disease. Kim Chung-sik twisted the bamboo stick in his hand and said: "The day before yesterday, I escorted Zheng Renhong to Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Your Highness was extremely disgusted with being whipped and tortured, and signaled to take the old thief away quickly. Your Highness did not want to see the old thief again." As she spoke, she sighed deeply, sighing because she could not cure Princess Zhenming's mute disease.
Princess Jeongmyeong knelt and sat a little to the left of Kim, her head lowered, her fingers clasped on her knees, her upper body slightly bowed, motionless, like a sculpture, except for the glistening beads of sweat slowly appearing on both sides of her nose.
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Zhang Yuan could not help but expressed his weakness and paleness with his words of comfort, so he said no more, slowly drank a cup of tea and said goodbye to Mr. Jin: "Everyone in the mission is still waiting. I can't delay any longer. I'll take my leave now, Mr. Jin."
, we will meet again someday if we are destined." He stood up and bowed to Chief Jin, and then said to Princess Zhenming: "Farewell, Your Highness, Your Highness, please take good care of me." He also bowed deeply.
Princess Zhenming knelt down in return and stood up, her lips trembling as if she wanted to speak. Zhang Yuan stared at her expectantly and waited for the girl to speak——
Princess Zhenming's face was flushed, sweat dripped from her forehead, but in the end she couldn't make a sound, and her tears also flowed down.
Zhang Yuan comforted him: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Aphasia is not necessarily a bad thing. Just understand in your heart. Your Highness, please take care of yourself." He cupped his hands, turned around and walked out of the pavilion.
The golden virgin followed him out with his bamboo stick to explore the way, and Princess Zhenming walked away with a wide rim in her hand. The girl's heart was filled with congestion, and she had never wanted to speak out loud like this!
The sun outside the pavilion was dazzling. Princess Zhenming squinted her eyes and watched Zhang Yuan walk up to the big chestnut horse and put on the stirrups. She turned her head to this side on the horse and said with a smile: "Mr. Jin, Your Highness, Zhang Yuan...
Just went."
Jin Chushi raised his face to Zhang Yuan and said, "Mr. Zhang, have a safe journey, a safe journey."
Princess Zhenming walked a few steps, Zhang Yuan had already turned around and headed west, the horse's four hooves were brisk, and its chestnut fur shone in the midsummer sun. One person and one horse were soon far away from the pavilion. Princess Zhenming's eyes were blurry with tears.
Zhang Yuan's back was floating in her crystal tears. The girl's heart was ups and downs, and her chest was rising and falling sharply. The strong emotions seemed to burst her heart. She suddenly ran and blurted out a sentence:
“Mr. Zhang, have a safe journey—ˉ—”
After the words were spoken, the girl came to her senses and stopped, thinking: "Ah, I can speak now, I can speak." But she didn't feel very happy.
Zhang Yuan, who was more than ten feet away from the pavilion, heard this crisp cry and turned around in surprise. There were only two people outside the pavilion, Jin Chushi and Princess Zhenming. This was naturally the voice of Princess Zhenming. Over there, Jin Chushi had already shouted.
: "Zhenming, you can speak now, great, great!" laughed loudly.
Princess Zhenming did not have language dysfunction, and aphasia was a mental illness. Now she broke through the heavy shackles and spoke, and the aphasia was cured. Zhang Yuan did not urge the horse to the pavilion, but said in the distance: "Your Highness Hongfu
, I'm glad that my chronic illness is getting better, take care of yourself." Raising his hands, he rode his horse to join the mission and headed east.
Jin Chushi accompanied Princess Jeongmyeong as they stood under the scorching sun in May, listening to the sounds of carriages and horses. The nearly a thousand envoys and guards walked for a long time before they walked away in shame. It gradually became silent, with only the sound of wind in the pine forest.
, the dust raised by the large group of people passing by slowly settled. Jin Chushi sniffed his nose, sneezed loudly, and said: "Zhenming, it's time to return to the palace."
Princess Zhenming looked westward. She saw a blue sky and a white sun, and an endless wilderness. In the distance, she saw a cloud of light dust floating in the air. Under the light dust, the delegation should be on their way. Tonight, the delegation would rest at Bi Ti Pavilion.
Princess Zhenming put on the wide-brimmed hat, came over and took the golden virgin's sleeve, and said softly: "Uncle, let's go back."
The two of them followed each other for a while, and then Jin Chushi said: "Zhenming, don't think too much."
Princess Zhenming was silent for a moment and responded: "Yes."
After another journey, Jin Chushi said: "Zhenming, recite a poem by Mr. Jingjie for my uncle to listen to. Zhenming's voice is very pleasant."
Princess Jeongmyeong was leading Jin Chushi on the road while reciting: "When I come back, I will never return to my farmland. Since I regard my heart as a form of service, I am sad and melancholy. I understand the past and do not advise, but I know who is coming.
It can be pursued.
In fact, I have lost my way but I am not far away. I feel that what I am now is but what I was yesterday was not. I am here, holding the clouds to send me to my heart. The clouds pass by without saying anything, and I pass by when I am dying. I only think hard and feel sorry for myself, and finally block the mountain.
And Zhihe—ah, I recited it wrong!"
Jin Chushi shook his head slightly, and "Come Back and Lai Ci" changed to "Xian Qing Fu", which was really helpless.
The Ming Dynasty envoys, the Korean envoys, and the eight hundred sergeants from the Pingshan Protectorate left Wangjing and Seoul on May 24. They set off at dawn every day and stayed at noon, passing through Kaicheng, Jinjiao, and Jinyan.
, Baoshan, Longquan, Fengshan, Huangzhou, Shengyang, Pyongyang, Suning, Anzhou, Bochuan, Xin'an counties, twenty-seven Li Gongguan, a journey of 1,170 miles, a smooth journey, no
What's the delay? On June 11th, we arrived at the banks of the Yalu River in Uiju. Looking at the roaring Yalu River, the Ming Dynasty envoys were very happy. Crossing the river was the border of the Ming Dynasty. They had set out from Beijing as envoy to North Korea on March 22 and were almost there.
It has been three months, and I really feel like I am returning home.
In Yiju, Zhang Yuan had a long talk with An Rune, the commander of Yizhou's military and horse control. Ayang Junli's edict requesting to strengthen Yizhou's border guards had been issued. An Rune was starting to rectify the armaments and recruit sergeants. Zhang Yuan asked for permission.
Runeduo sent spies to spy on Jianzhou's military situation. If the Eight Banners Army had any abnormal movements, they should promptly report it to Liaodong Governor Li Weihan and Commander-in-Chief Chengyin. Ming Dynasty and North Korea should strengthen military ties and jointly guard against Jianzhou.
In the afternoon of June 11th, An Rune held a banquet by the river to see off Angel and Yu Banshu and his entourage. After the banquet, An Rune personally sent Zhang Yuan's people across the river to say goodbye.
In the evening of that day, the delegation arrived at the small town of Tangshan. There was a residence for hundreds of households in Tangshan City, and the surname of each household was Ding. Zhang had not stayed overnight when he passed through Tangshan, and now he is returning to stay. It is rare to see a capital official in this remote border town, and
He was still the new champion, and he was serving as an official in the East Palace. Ding Baihu tried his best to curry favor with him, and held a large banquet in honor of the envoys. While they were having a banquet, it was suddenly reported that Yang garrison had received urgent military information and requested to meet Mr. Zhang Yuan.
Ding Baihu felt strange that Yangmao Guards would report urgent military information to Zhang Yuan. Zhang Yuan was not an official in Liaodong. Reporting military information to Zhang Yuan was against military regulations. However, Ding Baihu did not dare to stick to his principles and let the informant
When the sergeant came in, it was a commander-in-chief who led two flag troops who came from Yang on horseback. When the commander-in-chief saw Zhang Yuan, he handed over a letter and said: "Garrison Mao would like to send his greetings to Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Yuan didn't ask any more questions and immediately opened the letter. He glanced at the signature first and saw that it was "Late Born Mao Wenlong's Handwriting". He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and thought to himself: "Mao Wenlong, the controversial general of the late Ming Dynasty, has appeared on the stage. Mao Wenlong is here now."
Is he already a garrison officer? Yuan Chonghuan will be a Jinshi in a few years, but Mao Wenlong and I are strangers, why should he report military information to me?"
Mao Wenlong claimed to be "late-born" and also used the word "hand qi", which is a humble expression. Mao Wenlong was more than ten or twenty years older than Zhang Yuan, and he was also a fourth-grade military attache in the garrison, but his status as a military commander was low. Mao Wenlong asked Zhang Yuan
It is not uncommon to call himself a "late-born". In the letter, Mao Wenlong first recounted his hometown to Zhang Yuan, but it turned out that Mao Wenlong was born in Hangzhou, his mother's family Shen family has a common surname in Hangzhou, and Zhang Yuan is from Shaoxing, and they are also from Zhejiang Province, so they can be regarded as fellow villagers.
Nostalgic, Mao Wenlong changed his writing and said that he had recently found out news from Kuandian that a Jurchen sergeant disguised himself as a businessman and secretly sneaked into Liaodong with the intention of intercepting the Ming envoy returning from North Korea...
Zhang Yuan was shocked: Nurhaci knew about Seoul so quickly. Their information must be too well-informed!
The update is late again, book friends, please check it out in the morning.