As Chen Cheng's status became higher and higher, the territory under his rule became larger and larger, and there were more and more soldiers, horses and people. His body shape also changed dramatically, from the appearance of a handsome boy to a powerful and powerful man.
Hero. In the process, he became more and more inhuman. Sometimes, especially when he stopped smiling, Yan Zhong even thought he was facing a piece of steel or a rock.
A monarch who does not love precious treasures, does not like fine wine and beauties, does not admire fine clothes, and focuses solely on increasing production and expanding physical strength. This kind of monarch is highly respected by Legalists. Although Yan Zhong is more inclined to the Legalists who impose severe punishments.
, but I don’t think such a monarch would be better.
He is already fifty years old and has seen many storms and waves, experienced the calamity of the party, and witnessed the rapid rise and sudden demise of the Yellow Turban Army. It stands to reason that he has seen everything. But when facing an almost perfect master,
He still occasionally felt inexplicable fear in his heart.
Now Chen Cheng finally looked like a normal person, which made Yan Zhong feel happy. But then he began to worry again, worrying that Chen Cheng was not tempted by beauty because he didn't know the beauty of men and women before. But
Once you taste all kinds of tastes, I'm afraid you will be out of control.
Confucius said: There are three precepts for a gentleman: when he is young, his blood energy is not stable, and his ring is in color; when he is strong, his blood energy is strong, and he should be careful about fighting; when he is old, his blood energy has declined, and he should be careful about gaining.
This young man just likes to lust after women!
Yan Zhong glanced at Yan Xing beside him and thought: There is a ready-made one. Although the king has turned into a rough and powerful man, he is still young, but he must not indulge in beauty because of this.
Among them!
He thought randomly for a while, and then he laughed dumbly. "As you get older, your blood and vitality are declining, so you need to be careful." As he is getting older, he doesn't like women much anymore, but his desire for fame is getting stronger and stronger.
Instead of worrying about whether the monarch will be addicted to beauty, it is better to reflect on yourself first.
But after taking a few breaths to "examine myself", he felt that even if he was too ambitious for fame, he still had to continue doing this. While listening to the sound of silk and bamboo coming from across the courtyard wall, he thought to himself
: I am already fifty years old. If I don’t make great achievements, I will have no chance! If I die inactively like this, I won’t even be willing to die!
Silk and bamboo make the sound of singing, and fake instruments produce clear sounds. I don’t know how wonderful the songs are, but the sound is loud and clear.
In the lobby of the Prefectural Shepherd's Mansion, singing was flowing, and the maids dressed in gorgeous costumes were dancing. Zi Jia'er's eyes widened, and she looked at her sisters who were gathering and dispersing like flowers and butterflies in the hall, and her eyes were filled with envy.
Looks. Even Ma Yunlu, who is usually a bit carefree, and Liu Qian, who has been a bit depressed recently, were attracted by the dancing postures of the maids.
The love of beauty is human nature and is engraved in the bones. As long as you are not anti-human and have a social personality, you will be spontaneously attracted to beautiful things. The only difference is that personal preferences are different. The sound of silk and bamboo is pleasant to the ear.
, the dance was gorgeous and full of charm. The three children were so mesmerized that they were stunned for a moment.
After the dance, the maids, their faces flushed and their bodies dripping with fragrance and sweat, all came forward to prostrate themselves and said: "I wish the princess a happy birthday!"
Liu Qian sniffed, smiled and said, "Master, thank you!"
Chen Cheng smiled and said: "You have made great progress in martial arts and knowledge this year. I should have rewarded you long ago, but I am usually too busy, so I took advantage of your birthday to let them sing and dance.
Let’s have some fun.”
Although Liu Qian has not practiced martial arts properly for most of this year. But as long as she is serious about it, her proficiency in various martial arts will improve, especially when her proficiency is still low. This one
For many months, she practiced archery and swordsmanship every day, and her martial arts skills have improved greatly.
"By the way," he casually took out a box, handed it over, and said, "This is for you, it's a birthday gift."
Liu Qian took the box and placed it on the table in front of her.
Chen Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why don't you take a look?"
Liu Qian pouted and said, "I am no longer a child, and I don't like gold and silver jewelry."
Chen Cheng smiled and said, "You didn't even look at it, how did you know it was gold and silver jewelry?"
Liu Qian said crisply: "After the silver mines were mined, Master, you always like to give others things made with silver. I guess this box contains either hairpins or bracelets, and they are all made of silver. I don't know.
no?"
"This... haha," Chen Cheng laughed twice and said, "I guess you guessed it right. There is a pair of silver bracelets inside. See if you like it."
Liu Qian did not open the box, but said: "Master, I heard that the Army Primary School will be opened in Yacheng next year. I want to go to the Army Primary School!"
Chen Cheng was stunned and had not yet answered. While he was pondering, the maids went down to rest for a while and then came forward again. But this time they did not continue dancing, but sang together with the accompanying music.
Cheerful songs.
"The spring breeze brings a message, and the reed pipe pierces the clouds.
A gentle little terrace, a sea of spring flowers.
.....................
....................."
The songs are cheerful, the tunes are simple, and catchy. Except for some changes in the lyrics, they are basically the same. In a certain era when Chen Cheng lived, they were called "saliva songs." They were just repeated twice.
Everyone also started humming along.
Although there are many professionals who say that "Slobber Song" is not good in this way and that is not good in that way, it cannot stop the general public from liking it. Yangchun Baixue may be high-minded and low-key, but most lower-class people like to hear it.
The cheerful songs circled in the lobby, flew out of the Zhou Mufu, and spread around. Although it was the solemn season of late autumn, being surrounded by songs that were completely different from the style of this era made people feel like they were back in the spring glory.
when.
After repeating this three or four times, the maids bowed down again. Chen Cheng showed a smile on his face and said, "You have worked hard too. Go down and rest. Food has been prepared in the kitchen. Let's all go and eat some."
Over there, Liu Qian had already opened the box, gestured with a pair of featureless silver bracelets, then curled her lips and threw them into the box. It was vulgar, it was too vulgar. After two years of getting along,
She no longer had any expectations for Chen Cheng's aesthetics. Apart from being substantial, there was nothing praiseworthy about this gift.
Chen Cheng asked: "Why do you want to go to Army Primary School?"
Liu Qian said: "I heard that those who can get in are the smartest and the best in martial arts. I have the best grades in the school. No one is better than me in horse riding, archery or arithmetic. So why can't I get in?"
Chen Cheng shook his head and said, "That's different. In the Army Primary School, all you learn is the ability to lead troops in war. Why are you, a girl, going in there?"
Liu Qian raised her head and said, "Of course I have to learn how to lead troops in war!"
Chen Cheng was silent, thinking about it for a while, and then said: "Since you want to go, I won't stop you. But think about it, I won't treat you specially just because you are a princess. If you don't get good grades,
Okay, they will be kicked out as well!"
Liu Qian said bluntly: "How could I have bad grades? Master, you look down on others!"
Chen Cheng looked at the bright look on her face and realized something in his heart, knowing that she still couldn't let go. He sighed secretly and chuckled: "Although you call me master, in fact I haven't taught you much.
God, I’m really ashamed.”
Liu Qian rolled her black eyes a few times and said slyly: "Why don't you teach us a few more songs, Master?"
"ah?"
"The song the sisters sang just now was composed by you, Master, right?"
Chen Cheng: "Actually not..."
Liu Qian thought to herself: "Not too many, just teach us one in one month...two months!"
".........Fine."
Liu Qian said enthusiastically: "What was the name of the song just now?"
"The name is Chunfeng Youxin," Chen Cheng said with a smile: "If you like this style, I can also teach you Little Apple and the most dazzling ethnic style. Then we can teach you together."
For some reason, Liu Qian suddenly felt a chill in her body.
When the singing next door ended, Yan Zhong walked back to the study from under the eaves. He thought to himself: Writing is to carry the Tao, and singing is to sing the ambition. There is no melodious sound in this song. It seems that the monarch just has a sense of rhythm.
Just interested.
If Chen Cheng really releases "Little Apple" one day, I'm afraid he won't think so.
Three days later, the weather improved. This was the last good time before winter. In the name of Liangzhou Mu, Chen Cheng held a banquet in the military camp in Yacheng, using the school grounds to entertain the meritorious soldiers who went out in the battle.
The soldiers who have made great achievements in "reaching first" and "taking the battle" sit in the upper seat, and the food is exquisite and generous; the soldiers who have made ordinary achievements sit in the middle seat, and the food is a little worse; the soldiers who have not made any military achievements sit in the lower seat, and they don't need it.
He said that the food was even worse. Others, including Yan Zhong, the Secretary of the Central Military Commission, Zhao Yun, the Vice Minister of Military Affairs, and Xu Wen, the Minister of War, could only sit in the middle seat with Chen Cheng.
At this time, those people sitting in the upper seats were the most prosperous people in Liangzhou. Even Chen Cheng and Yan Zhong had to get out of the way. Of course, there were also many people, such as Yang Qiu, Li Kan, etc.
The generals, as well as all the soldiers, believed that Chen Shijun should sit on the throne because of his military exploits.
However, since Chen Cheng intended to lead the trend, he naturally found an excuse to refuse.
Knowledgeable people, like Yan Zhong, naturally know that this is just Wu Qi's old wisdom in training "Wei soldiers". It is a pity that there are few people like Yan Zhong who are well-informed and well-read in Liangzhou.
Come on. There is no other way. Liangzhou is a cultural desert. It is considered good if a powerful scholar can study a subject. How can he have the ability to read more books? Even if he has the ambition to make progress, he cannot find books.
Even if I come to study, I can’t find anyone to teach me.
For example, Yan Xing, who is proficient in criminal law, can be regarded as a high-end talent. Even Chen Cheng thinks that asking him to become a military commander is a talent. Yang Qiu, Li Kan and others are naturally inferior in terms of knowledge and knowledge. Yan Zhong picked up the wine glass , I looked around and saw no one who could fight. I immediately felt like "I drew my sword and looked around with my heart at a loss, and I stopped eating while raising my glass."
The banquet lasted for three days in a row, and the process was the same at each banquet. Those sitting at the bottom of the table looked at their colleagues at the top eating and drinking, and it goes without saying that they felt envious. Onlookers watched from the side of the mountain. The families of the soldiers and soldiers were also aroused to the point of anger. They wished that their men or sons could chop off the heads of more thieves, so that their family could be so glorious.
The problem of low morale caused by too many casualties was eliminated without a trace during the feast.
