After staying up all night, the emperor was driven into a rage. The Minister of War made impassioned remarks one after another, which silenced everyone. Zhou Chengling did not expect that Qin Yue would be like this.
Qin Yue was one of the few officials who was considerate. He would definitely be touched when he saw Lu Zheng's appearance, but he didn't expect that he would be so deeply touched.
No one can get a word in.
Qin Yue seemed to have taken out all the things he had accumulated over the years. From beginning to end, there was a buzzing sound in his ears. The emperor was stunned, and they were also stunned.
I haven't seen such a scene in many years.
I have never seen such an official who dared to harass the emperor.
The courtiers seemed to be scattered, but there was still such a character among them, just because Lu Zheng led Qin Yue.
It seems like such an inconspicuous thing, but it has such power.
If it weren't for Qin Yue, he would have to put more thought into it.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling steadily, "When do you want to leave?"
Zhou Chengling straightened up and said, "The military situation is urgent. We will leave early tomorrow morning."
There were only a few hours left, so Yang Mo opened up the quilt and got out of bed to put on her shoes, "I'm going to prepare things for you to take away." In addition to clothes, she also brought some pills.
She knows Zhou Chengling's illness best, and he seems to have recovered well now. In fact, something could happen if he is not careful. A few days ago, she and Mr. Bai made a lot of pills to take with them, because they were afraid that it would be inconvenient for Zhou Chengling to take medicine when he was out.
I didn't expect it to be useful so quickly.
"As long as you feel nauseous like last time, you should stop and rest." Yang Mo knew that Zhou Chengling was doing something big, and she supported him in doing so, but she was worried that his body wouldn't be able to bear it.
While talking, Yang Mo called Nuanyu, Hanxiang, Chun and several girls in. She didn't know what to pack for a while, "How many sets of close-fitting clothes should I bring, as well as boots and hair ties?"
What else should I prepare for my hair crown?”
Zhou Chengling shook his head, "These things are enough, other imperial courts will make unified arrangements."
Yang Mo was going to open the cabinet to get something. Zhou Chengling looked at the servants and said, "Let them find it. Let's sit down and talk."
Being busy is actually to relieve the tension in her heart. Sitting quietly, her heart beats like a drum. Fighting is not a child's play. She knows what it means.
We have never seen a real war in modern times, but we have watched a lot of war documentaries. No one is guaranteed to be safe in a war.
Zhou Chengling took Yang Mo's hand, his fingertips were slightly cold, "I will definitely come back safely, and I will keep Jiang Ping."
Yang Mo tightened her fingers, as if she had thought of something, and raised her face, "How about I go to Baoding with you? Don't you have a military doctor with the army? I will take a few apprentices with me to the battlefield."
Zhou Chengling's face suddenly darkened, "No, are you going to let me care about you wholeheartedly, or are you going to put all my energy into fighting? If I put all my focus into fighting, I will definitely not lose. If I have other things on my mind, I might not be able to lose."
"
Threaten her.
Yang Mo stretched out her hand to twist Zhou Chengling's arm. Who knew his arm was so hard? It seemed like it wouldn't hurt no matter how hard it was twisted. She felt stubborn for a moment and said, "Let me go just to treat the wounded soldiers in the camp. I won't drag you down."
.”
"Try some strength, or open your mouth and bite. If you've had enough trouble, just wait at home. If I don't tell you to go, you won't be allowed to go. I asked Jiang Ping to stay in the capital, and you just wait for news."
This man meant it with a straight face.
"Stop talking about that," Zhou Chengling stretched out his hand to hug Yang Mo, "Just sit with me for a while."
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Mr. Zhou walked out of the palace dejectedly on Wednesday and asked his servant to help him get on his horse. When he got off the horse all the way to the mansion, he almost got his boots stuck in the stirrups. He pulled them twice and almost fell to the ground before he could pull them away. He was suddenly frightened.
of cold sweat.
The boy hurriedly came forward to serve him, touching his feet and slapping his legs, but it failed to calm Mr. Wednesday. Mr. Wednesday walked into the yard in despair, and frightened everyone when he walked into the second wife's room.
One jump.
A nice person looks ashen when he comes back from a trip. What on earth is going on?
The second old man stood up and said, "How's it going? What did the emperor say? Will you be asked to go to Baoding tomorrow?"
Master Zhou felt that he couldn't open his mouth, as if his heart would jump out of his mouth if he opened it, so he kept his mouth tightly closed and just nodded.
Madam Zhou suddenly felt her heart being pulled, and her vision turned black, "Why do you still need me to go? Isn't something wrong? How can I still go to Baoding?"
When something happened, instead of picking up the already-made achievements, Mrs. Zhou felt like she was going to cry, "I've never been to a war before."
The second old man stamped his feet, "Shut up, it's not embarrassing. People will think your man is a wimp and a useless thing." What does it look like to say it so bluntly?
The second wife looked at the steward's mother beside her, and the steward's mother immediately left with her servants.
"Tell me," the second old man picked up his crutch and pointed it at Master Zhou, "I want you to be the commander-in-chief? Are you going to Baoding tomorrow?"
Mr. Wednesday shook his head.
"Speak." The second old man's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Only then did Master Zhou open his mouth and said, "Not the general."
The second old man breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the chair and picked up tea to drink. Before drinking, he said: "It's okay if you are not a general. Victory or failure has nothing to do with you. You just need to stay in the camp in the name of the clan and bring a few people with you."
When a servant saw something bad happened, he ran to the capital." He blew the tea leaves, then put his mouth to his lips and asked, "Who is the general?"
Seeing that the second old man's expression softened, and hearing the countermeasures, the second wife and Mrs. Zhou also felt a lot more relaxed.
Only Mr. Wednesday's lips were still trembling, and the fear on his face was not less. After a while, he said: "It's Zhou Chengling."
These words were like a thunderbolt.
The water that the second old man drank into his mouth suddenly spurted out and fell on his snow-white beard, and then he kept choking and coughing.
Mrs. Wednesday's eyes only felt dark, and she could hardly believe her ears.
who is it?
Is it Zhou Chengling?
The general is Zhou Chengling? How can Zhou Chengling let the master go? They are still dealing with the Yang family today. Anyone can do it, but it cannot be Zhou Chengling.
Mrs. Wednesday felt the urge to cry.
I knew she shouldn't have made things difficult for Yang, but how could I recover the water that was thrown out?
"Old Master, Madam, let's go and beg the tenth brother. Let the tenth brother take care of our third master. We are blind on the battlefield. What should we do if we get hurt?"
Mrs. Zhou's voice hit Mr. Wednesday's nerves. Mr. Wednesday felt his eyesight go dark and almost fell to the ground. He wanted to walk to a chair and sit down, but his legs were like noodles and he couldn't use any strength.
, finally reached the chair, and suddenly collapsed in it.
After a long time, he made a "cluck" sound like a hen laying an egg and blew his lips high, looking obscene, "Zhou Chengling will definitely not let me go. He will definitely avenge his personal revenge. I will die in Baoding..."
When Mrs. Zhou heard the word "death", blood rushed to her mind. No matter what, she got up and went to pull Mr. Zhou, "Let's go and beg Mr. Ten. We don't want any credit. We just want to save our lives. After all, we are a family.
It’s the clan.”
The second old man suddenly brushed the tea bowl on the ground, "Are you all going to make me angry to death? You go and beg him. Why should you beg him? Just follow him to fight. Let me see what he can do to you? Isn't the Yang family in Beijing?
?If something happens to you, I will ask Yang to save your life. It is not certain whether Zhou Chengling can come back. What do you have to be afraid of? If you go to fight, it is best to get rid of him by the way. When you come back, the credit will still be yours.
"
The second old man looked at his son and said, "Do you think the emperor would like to give the credit to you or to Zhou Chengling? How come you can't even figure this out? What a waste."
Mr. Wednesday looked at his father with wide eyes.
The second old man pointed at Mrs. Wednesday, "Especially you, a woman who doesn't understand anything is mixing things up. Go back to your room. There is no place for you to talk here."
Mrs. Wednesday had no choice but to retreat step by step with red eyes.
Mr. Wednesday’s eyes were blank.
The second old man stood up and walked around the house.
The second wife didn't say a word for a long time.
The second old man said: "If it were someone else, would you still be so scared?"
Mr. Zhou shook his head, "I'm... not afraid... I'm a member of the clan."
"You are a member of the clan, just remember this. No matter who is the general, they can't do anything to you. If the situation is not good, they will run away with them. When they come back to the capital, they will make up excuses and report back. I will help you arrange it carefully.
, I don’t believe that Zhou Chengling can still ride on us."
The second old man paused, "He's just a yellow-haired boy," he said, looking at the second wife, "Hurry and prepare things for the third son, and go out on time tomorrow. Don't lose my family's face."
When Mr. Zhou retreated, the second old man and his wife returned to the inner room. The second old man kicked over the spittoon in front of him and said, "Things that were originally arranged changed in the blink of an eye. Not only did the third man not take it as a
The general is still under the control of Zhou Chengling."
"I'm so angry, I'm so angry."
The second old man is like an ant on a hot pot. All the things that Mr. Wednesday could not say are being handed out now.
"Why do all the good things in this world fall on Zhou Chengling's head?"
The second wife advised in a low voice, "Master, don't be angry. Baoding is in a hurry...it's a good thing...maybe you will die there."
"You are also a woman. What will happen if Zhou Chengling comes back after making great achievements? He will be promoted to an official position... Do you understand? Your son's glory will be taken away."
The second old man clenched his fists and said, "This is the military power we are trying to get. Without military power, what if we sit in Feng Guochang's position in the future? There will be nothing overnight."
Right now, such a good opportunity is slipping away.
It's all because Yang saved that Lu Zheng and gave Zhou Chengling the upper hand.
"Steady your son, don't panic. As long as you follow him, he will benefit from him in the future." When he said this, the second old man got angry and ran into him. He was careful to wait until Zhou Chengling ate the cake. They picked up the scum.
The second wife raised her head nervously, "Master, aren't you afraid that something will happen to the third child?"
The second old man puffed his beard and stared, "I dare not even think about him."