Chapter 313 The clown jumping on the beam comes to pay New Year's greetings
After applying medicine to Chen De's wound, he began to feel a burning pain. The pain gradually became lighter and lighter. He leaned on the simple bed and fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up, the doctor in the room had already left.
Most of it.
There were only two young men brewing medicine.
Chen De heard Lu Xing talking to the young doctor, "Who is that female doctor just now? Why can she tell the name of our general?"
As soon as Lu Xing finished speaking, the young doctor started laughing.
Lu Xing was laughed at and was confused.
"You don't even know this?" the young man said, "Are you not from the capital?"
Lu Xing shook his head, and then nodded again, "I was born in Beijing when I was a child, and I left later."
"No wonder you didn't know."
The young man pointed at another flag stuck outside, "Do you see what's written on it?"
What is it? What does this have to do with General Zhou? Lu Xing and Chen De looked over together. There were three words "Baohetang" written on the flag.
"Baohetang."
"The owner of Baohe Tang is the female doctor you just mentioned. Her maiden name is Yang and her husband's surname is Zhou."
Lu Xing was confused when he heard this.
The young doctor grinned and said, "The owner of our Baohe Hall is Grandma Zhou Shi, who is the wife of General Zhou you mentioned."
General Zhou's wife.
Lu Xing stood there dumbly, like a clay sculpture.
Grandma Zhou Shi.
That's not a royal wife.
Oh my God, the royal family's wife examined him, bandaged his wounds with her own hands, and listened to them talk so much. Lu Xing couldn't react for a moment, and Chen De sat up, "Are you telling the truth?"
"Of course it's true. Why did I lie to you? You didn't see that all of us came here because of Grandma Shi. Everyone in the capital knows Baohetang and Grandma Ten."
In their minds, the clan wives were pampered and superior women. How could they bring so many people here to treat their soldiers?
"You don't believe it? Our tenth grandma not only treats your illnesses, but also administers medicine in the capital. Do you know what the betrothal gift General Zhou gave to our tenth grandma? It is a porridge shed and a medicine shed set up from the capital to serve porridge outside the city."
Along the way, all the families with a slightly larger fortune have moved away to avoid disaster, so who will come forward?
I didn't expect that there were such people among the royal family.
No wonder General Zhou pinned his wife's hairpin on his sleeves.
If he had such a wife, he would do the same thing.
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Liu Yantian was waiting for news in the room. Although the emperor had let him into the cabinet with a stroke of his pen today, he still felt not so happy because Zhou Chengling led his troops to fight outside.
What would happen if Zhou Chengling won? It would not be a good thing for them no matter what.
There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, not to mention that they have always been opposed to Zhou Chengling.
Liu Yantian was wandering around the room.
Liu Yanning raised her head and looked at her father who looked worried, "Why don't you take a pre-emptive strike?"
He didn't want to take a preemptive strike. The key was that Zhou Chengling was needed for the war in Baoding. If the war had been stable, he would have tried to impeach Zhou Chengling.
"We have to wait for the opportunity," Liu Yantian gritted his teeth, "I have made an agreement with Mr. Zhou Zhou that as soon as the war is stable, he will immediately send people to Beijing to inform him. At that time, I will try my best to cut off his military supplies and report to the emperor that Zhou Chengling is in charge.
The soldiers neglected their duty, so let General Xu replace Zhou Chengling, so as to kill two birds with one stone."
Liu Yanning lowered her head and thought for a while. Her father always wanted a solution that would satisfy both needs, but sometimes not every step could be calculated accurately, just like Feng Guochang's matter ultimately failed.
"Father, why don't you ask General Xu to lead troops to Baoding now?"
Liu Yantian immediately said: "It's not possible now. The war in Baoding is tense. We can't just lead troops there like Zhou Chengling did."
Liu Yantian's voice was rather disdainful when he said this, "He is so obsessed with getting an official title that he has become red-eyed. As long as he is less calculating, he is nothing."
Liu Yanning whispered: "Father has made arrangements?"
Liu Yantian nodded, "I will not let Zhou Chengling monopolize the military glory. When the time comes, people will mess up the morale of the army. The improvised army will be over as long as the morale of the army is messed up."
Now that the letter has reached Master Wednesday, it depends on what Master Wednesday will do.
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Master Zhou Zhou looked at the porridge in front of him, stretched out his hand and smashed the porridge to the ground, "What kind of things are they, you can fool me with something like this."
The attendant next to him immediately said: "It's just a bowl of porridge, sir, don't worry about it. I'll ask the kitchen to get some new ones later."
"This is Chen Mi," Mr. Zhou Zhou's eyes widened, "Does Zhou Chengling want to kill me? What kind of heart does he have to feed me Chen Mi?"
He has been eating rice grains sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs since he was a child. When has he ever eaten something like this? Even his dog will not eat such things.
Zhou Chengling bullied others too much and suppressed him everywhere after the expedition. He was treated as a lieutenant general and discussed the military situation in the tent. He was distracted for a moment when Zhou Chengling raised his eyes and asked him in front of all the generals, "What did Lieutenant General Zhou do?"
Dream? You might as well tell everyone about it."
Vice General Zhou.
He didn't even call Third Brother.
Just because his position as deputy general was appointed by Zhou Chengling.
Master Zhou was trembling with anger when he thought of this, and his stomach growled unbearably with hunger.
"Go quickly," Master Zhou turned around and glared at his entourage, "I've been sending you stuff like this for two days. Are you going to starve to death?"
After saying this, Master Zhou wrinkled his nose, as if he smelled the aroma of meat.
There is meat.
I haven't eaten meat for a long time, and now I can smell the meat and my mouth is filled with saliva.
Master Zhou Zhou swallowed and sent his followers, "Quick... go and see if there is any meat."
The attendant responded and immediately opened the military tent and walked out. After a while, he walked back quickly and said, "There is meat. I got dried meat from the Tatars. There were five big pots of stew in the kitchen. I went to see how it was cooked."
Everything is covered with grease."
Master Zhou wanted to kick his entourage out on Wednesday, "Go and get me a bowl to try."
The attendant immediately went out again, but soon came back dejectedly, "The kitchen won't give it to me. Let the deputy general go and talk to General Zhou before giving it to him."
"Damn it, Zhou Chengling has to nod whenever I eat meat. I drink, eat meat, and whore women. I have never told anyone."
The follower said: "Those people said that this is used to reward the meritorious soldiers so that everyone can warm up and continue to win the battle tomorrow, and the others... will not give it."
By rewarding meritorious soldiers, Zhou Chengling meant that he was useless, so there was no need to eat these things.
Mr. Zhou suddenly rushed to pick up the sword on the table and walked out, "I'm going to ask Zhou Chengling to see where he got the courage to do this to me."
The attendant's face changed with fright when he heard these words, "Master, Master, you can't do it. After all, Master Ten is also the commander-in-chief now. Master Ten has the final say in matters in the military camp. If we insist on it, we will only suffer losses. Master.
Just be patient."
Mr. Zhou snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with the entourage's words, "How dare he? Who doesn't know that always coming to fight is to strengthen the army? Who really wants to fight? If I make a mistake and return to the capital, my father will not spare him."
, he still wants to make meritorious deeds, it’s nothing more than a war of words with me here.”
The aroma of meat became stronger and stronger, and Master Zhou felt more and more hungry, but when he saw the bowl of porridge made from old rice, he completely lost his appetite.
"It was because my ancestor lacked virtue for eight lifetimes that he gave me such a thing."
The attendant nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes. Master, please enjoy yourself here. Don't go out and say anything."
He must bear with his anger for a while and wait until the right time comes to see how he kills Zhou Chengling.
If Zhou Chengling made a mistake, he could take advantage of the situation and take the credit for Zhou Chengling's work.
The clan here consists of Zhou Chengling and him, no one dares to take credit from him.
Master Zhou thought of this and looked at his entourage, "Go to the serious business and inquire about the situation in the Tatars. We must act in time and we must not miss the opportunity."
The attendant responded in a low voice.
Mr. Zhou sat down again on Wednesday, thinking about the future scenery, and he could only temporarily suppress his unhappiness.
"master."
Mr. Zhou opened his eyes drowsily, and he didn't know when he had fallen asleep.
"Sir, General Tan is here."
Mr. Zhou turned around and looked over. Tan Ziqi, who was next to him, immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Third Master, I have important military information."
Master Zhou was in a good mood, as if he had peed hot urine on a cold day. He shivered with excitement, not to mention how happy he was, "How is it? Tell me quickly."
The entourage went out to look at the people, and Tan Ziqi whispered: "I heard that General Dong can no longer support him, and General Fan went to rescue him but never came back. The commander... General Zhou... is going to personally lead the troops to attack the Tatars tomorrow.
, looking at that momentum, it will definitely hit the Tatars hard."
Mr. Zhou gritted his teeth after hearing this, "Can Zhou Chengling really win every battle?"
Tan Ziqi looked at Master Zhou gnashing his teeth and paused, "Not necessarily... But this time... After being defeated several times, the Tatars have lost their power, but our army has been shaken and unstoppable. This time, although it has been a long march...
If we go deep, we will be fully confident, unless...the reinforcements from the rear army are insufficient..."
Unless the rear army reinforcements are insufficient.
Master Zhou's eyes gleamed when he heard this, "What will happen? Let the Tatars take the opportunity to attack?"
Tan Ziqi shook her head, "No, the Tatars have no energy this time and will definitely not come, but General Dong, General Fan, and General Zhou may suffer losses, and they will be defeated even if they don't die."
What he wanted was for Zhou Chengling to be defeated.
No matter what, when you return to the capital, you can read a book about Chengling of Zhou. You can see that Chengling's lone army went deep into the capital before losing troops and generals. Originally, it was time to return to the capital to regain his life, and he should not have tried every means to save Dong Zhao.
Relying on this matter, the general of the Baoding Prefecture can also be saved. The general of the army ignored Dong Zhao for the sake of the stability of the Zhou Dynasty, otherwise he would be like Zhou Chengling.
When Mr. Zhou thought of this, he suddenly felt flowers blooming in his heart.
"We will make food at the third watch and set up camp at the fourth watch. When the war breaks out ahead, we will act according to the plan," Mr. Zhou said here. "Who will lead the reinforcements?"
Tan Ziqi smiled and said: "It's the last general."
Mr. Zhou couldn't help but slap his thigh, "God help me, don't ask for a fight if you have seven points of life. Zhou Chengling was not born to be rich and noble. This credit will definitely fall on my head. When the time comes, we will talk about the frontline soldiers."
Defeat, pull the army back, leaving Zhou Chengling alone and helpless."
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I took Mr. Wednesday to wish everyone a happy New Year. All the unhappiness and unhappiness in 2013 turned into rotten eggs in my hands, just throw them at Mr. Wednesday.
I wish you all good luck in the Year of the Horse and may your family be happy and safe.