Seiwa

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in Daning City, pedestrians ran around to avoid it.

On the field ridges outside the city, the soldiers and strong men wiped their faces fiercely, even though their hearts were chilled by the rain, they still smiled happily.Spring came early this year and the rains are timely. As long as there are no locust plagues, it will definitely be another good year.There is also a good breed issued by the imperial court, so that the soldiers in the frontier fortress can still eat to their full stomachs without the need for boats to transport food.

All of this is thanks to Uncle Xingning, if he is not alone, Daning would not be where he is today.

Meng, who was thanked by the soldiers, is not in a good situation at the moment.

When he returned to the uncle's mansion, his outer robe was already soaked, and when he took off his head, the water dripped along his temples. As soon as he picked up the cloth towel, he sneezed hard twice.

Rubbing his nose, he has been busy these days. He sleeps less than three hours a day, and it rains again, so he might catch a cold.

Just as he was thinking about whether he should ask a good doctor, Shen Xuan had already called his personal guards and ordered the cook to boil ginger soup.

"Boil more, and drink a bowl." Meng Qinghe added while wiping his hair, "Let everyone change their clothes first, and be careful not to catch a cold."

The personal guard took the order to leave, the door was closed, and a gust of wind blew up. Meng Qinghe sneezed twice again, feeling a little dizzy, and he might really be sick.

A big hand suddenly covered his forehead, and before he could make a sound, he was surrounded by a familiar aura, the cloth towel in his hand was taken away, and he was pressed to sit on a round stool.His slender fingers brushed his cheeks, combing his wet hair.

"My lord?"

"What, the strength is heavy?"

"No."

Meng Qinghe shook his head, closed his eyes, and kept silent.

Perhaps it was because the pressure on his head was so comfortable that he fell asleep in a daze.When there was a knock on the door, she was suddenly awakened, and found that she had been carried by Shen Xuan to the couch.

"Come in."

The deep voice seems to be in the ear, and it seems to float far away.

The sound of the door being pushed open was exceptionally clear, and the sound of people's footsteps continued to amplify.

"My lord, the ginger soup is ready."

"Go get a good doctor."

"Yes."

The voice faded away, but Meng Qinghe was still in a daze.

He wanted to open his eyes or sit up, but his eyelids seemed to be heavy, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't exert any strength.

No matter how hard he tried, there was still a thin layer of mist in front of his eyes.

"Twelve Lang."

The body was propped up, the palms covered the cheeks, and there were thin calluses on the pads of the fingers, Meng Qinghe couldn't help rubbing them.

The edge of the porcelain bowl touched my lips, and the spicy taste was pungent.Meng Qinghe frowned, and subconsciously wanted to push away, but he still couldn't raise his hand.

Ginger soup slid down the corner of his mouth, Meng Qinghe frowned even tighter, turned around and buried himself in Shen Xuan's arms, unable to come out alive.

He obviously didn't have much strength, but this movement was crisp and neat, without delay.

Shen Xuan held the bowl and looked at the person in his arms, with a helpless expression, but also amused.

Ben had caught a cold, so it would be impossible to continue like this.

The strength of the Duke is not comparable to that of Uncle Meng. After struggling twice, he was still pulled over his shoulders.

Shen Xuan raised his head, drank the remaining half bowl of ginger soup, put down the bowl, lifted Meng Qinghe's chin, and fed it directly.

The ginger soup is very spicy.

The breath on the lips is so hot that it will melt people.

Meng Qinghe's head became even more dizzy, he opened his eyes with difficulty, grabbed Shen Xuan's wrist, "It will dye you..."

"No problem."

Shen Xuan hugged Meng Qinghe tightly, brushed his thumb over the corner of Meng Qinghe's mouth, and pressed his lips on his forehead, "It's still hot, a good doctor will be here later."

The ginger soup played a role, Meng Qinghe no longer felt so uncomfortable, and leaned against Shen Xuan's arms, instead of sneezing, he yawned.

"Don't sleep yet."

"kindness."

"Wait for a good doctor to take a pulse."

"Oh."

"Twelve Lang."

"..."

What happened next, Meng Qinghe didn't know anything about it.Tiredness and sleepiness pulled him together and led him into the black sweet fragrance.

Meng Twelve Lang fell asleep instantly, and Duke Ding was silent.

After a while, I pinched Meng Qinghe's earlobe, leaned over and rubbed his cheek, and wanted to bite, but was reluctant to use force. After all, I fell in love with him, so I had to admit it no matter what.

When the good doctor arrived, Meng Qinghe was sleeping soundly on the bed under the quilt.Shen Xuan, dressed in a clean suit, stood by the couch, flipping through the official documents sent by Dushi in his hands.

The good doctor saluted, "My lord."

Shen Xuan nodded, "I will trouble the good doctor."

"Don't dare."

The good doctor put down the medicine box, wiped his hands with a cloth towel first, and after his fingers warmed up, he walked to the side of the couch, took out Meng Qinghe's hand, and checked his pulse.

The wind and rain outside the house showed no sign of letting up.

The good doctor's expression was no longer relaxed, and he changed the other wrist to examine again, and the hand stroking his beard stopped.

Shen Xuan put down the official document, looked at the good doctor, "Didn't you catch a cold?"

After deliberating for a moment, the good doctor said: "Grandpa, my uncle's health is weak, and he may cause a hidden illness. The old man wrote a prescription and took two doses first. After the fever subsides, he can take care of himself slowly."

"unmentionable disease?"

"Uncle must have suffered trauma in his early years. Although there is good medicine, it's a pity that he couldn't fully heal."

The good doctor in the Uncle's Mansion was recommended by Zhao Yuan. He has excellent medical skills and knows Meng Qinghe's situation very well. He sighed, "Uncle is still too tired. If things go on like this, I'm afraid it will affect his longevity."

"Also ask the good doctor to take more care."

"The old man should do his best."

The good doctor wrote the prescription, told the medicine boy to cook the medicine himself, and got up to leave.

After sending away the good doctor, Shen Xuan didn't care to read the official documents, sat on the side of the couch, stared at him for a long time, then suddenly hugged him into his arms, with more and more strength.

If you recognize him, you will be with him for a long time!

"... Ziyu?"

Even if he is a sleeping god, he will wake up after being hugged like this.

Meng Qinghe yawned, leaned on Shen Xuan's shoulder, eyes half-closed, "Has the good doctor come?"

"kindness."

"What did you say?"

"..."

"how?"

The next moment, the strength imprisoned on Meng Qinghe's body suddenly increased, so much that he thought he would be strangled to death.

"Ziyu."

Shen Xuan ignored and continued to hug.

"My lord."

Continue to ignore, continue to hug.

"Shen Xuan!"

Still not moving.

Meng Qing reconciled, regardless of 21, tore off Shen Xuan's collar, and bit it down.

He couldn't bite, he couldn't breathe.

To die under a peony flower is to be a ghost?

Nonsence!

Shen Xuan is a beauty, and he is not willing to be such a romantic ghost.

Just say goodbye to a good life like this, and when you arrive at the Palace of the King of Hell, you can make the kid laugh.

Shen Xuan tilted his head, looked at Meng Twelve Lang whose eyes were burning but still lacked strength, his heart moved slightly, and he suddenly smiled.

Meng Qinghe glared at him angrily, "It's funny?" He almost died!

"No." Shen Xuan embraced Meng Qinghe in his arms, and pulled out the jade hairpin that was in the process of setting off. His long black hair fell down and brushed against Meng Qinghe's cheeks.Fingers like white jade shuttled between the hair, and the hair of the two people was entangled between the fingers, tightly bound.

"I have married Twelve Lang, and I will never change in this life."

This situation is very moving.

Meng Qinghe narrowed his eyes, looked at the tied black hair, and muttered to himself, can this be untied?If you can't untie it, you probably have to use the scissors.

Fortunately, he only thought about it in his heart and dared to say it out loud. Even though he was still ill, Duke Ding would not let him off lightly.

You can't swallow your stomach, but it's okay to take a few bites.

After the decoction was finished, Meng Qinghe pinched his nose and drank it in a few sips. The bitter taste spread from his mouth to his stomach, and his facial features were wrinkled.

Just because good medicine tastes bitter doesn't mean that a good doctor must prescribe bitter medicine, right?

However, compared to the good doctors of the former King Yan's Mansion who made the soldiers frightened, this man in his mansion should be pretty good.At least he won't hit a whim and use gold needles to treat a cold.

After eating and drinking medicine, Meng Qinghe leaned on the couch, propped his chin, listening to the sound of wind and rain outside the window, feeling drowsy.

Ding Guogong has the full authority to handle the official documents, and he doesn't even need to stamp the official seal.When encountering something Shen Xuan doesn't understand, just move your mouth.

When it was time to light the lamp, more than half of the official documents were reduced. Meng Qinghe glanced at the hourglass and said, "Master, take a rest. I will finish the rest tomorrow."

Hearing Meng Qinghe's words, Shen Xuan bent his lips and smiled lightly, under the light of the candlelight, his eyebrows and eyes became more delicate, "Twelve Langs rest first."

Charming appearance, low voice, gentle tone.

In the past, Meng Qinghe would definitely have to wipe his drool.But now, he actually felt a little hairy.

It is really difficult to guess the temperament of the Duke of the country. It is not impossible to give a sweet date first, fatten it up, and then eat enough.

Meng Qinghe's expression was too obvious, and it was impossible for Shen Xuan to ignore it.

"Twelve Langs don't rest?"

"I'm not at ease if you don't sleep."

After the words fell, Meng Qinghe wanted to give himself a mouthful.

Shen Xuan froze for a moment, then smiled.

"it is good."

Putting down the official documents, the Duke undressed and went to the couch, someone fished him over, hugged him, turned on the lamp, and went to sleep.

Grandpa Guo was in a happy mood and had a good night's sleep, but Meng Qinghe was beating his heart, and reluctantly went to meet Duke Zhou at dawn.

He didn't know when Shen Xuan woke up, when he got up, when he finished processing the official documents.It wasn't until he was woken up to take the medicine that he suddenly realized that he had slept for a whole day.

"The Duke of the country ordered that the uncle wake up and eat something first, and then boil the medicine."

A bowl of porridge and a few side dishes were simple, but they whetted Meng Qinghe's appetite.

The porridge and vegetables were swept away, and he was not even half full. He still wanted to eat, but was stopped by the good doctor who came to check his pulse.

Uncle stared, he wanted to eat, it would be inhumane to be hungry and sick.

The good doctor shook his head, Uncle is ill, he should eat in moderation, as eating too much is not conducive to recovery.

Uncle bared his teeth, is a bowl of porridge too much?

The good doctor insisted, just one bowl, no more spoonful.

Uncle clenches his fist and deducts his salary!Salary must be deducted!

The eight winds of a good doctor can't be blown away, and said leisurely: "Uncle, please stretch out your hand, this old man will diagnose your pulse." Deducting salary will deduct salary. If you dare not stick to the principle, it will delay Uncle Meng's recovery period. It's hard.

Is salary more important than life?

Of course the latter.

Since Duke Ding came back, the guards and Jin Yiwei in the mansion were all tense, except for the important official documents that had to be read by Uncle Xingning, none of them dared to show their faces in the uncle's mansion.

The prestige of Ding Guogong can be seen.

For the sake of his life, he would rather have his salary deducted than Xing Ningbo get well as soon as possible.

After checking the pulse, the good doctor picked up the pen, "Uncle's wind and cold are no problem, but the uncle had injured his foundation in the early years, and the old man will prescribe a prescription for him to take for a few days. If he wants to recover, the uncle needs more time to recover." Just relax and rest for a while."

Meng Qinghe is not someone who messes around and doesn't know what to expect.A good doctor is always for his own good, the salary deductions are just lip service, but after receiving the prescription, he still solemnly thanks the good doctor.When the good doctor stroked his head and nodded, he couldn't help but ask: "After taking the medicine, can I have another bowl of porridge? The big deal is to exercise more after meals."

Are you still exercising when you're sick?

In desperation, the good doctor tore off two beards.

In the following days, Meng Qinghe didn't go to the yamen and asked for leave directly.

It's no secret that Duke Xingning would ask for leave every time Duke Ding came to Daning.It's just different from before, this time, Meng Qinghe is not pretending to be sick, but really sick.

Xing Ningbo was unable to organize and dispatch work during his illness, and Zhu Wang, the commander of the Daning Capital, could only take over the baton.Fortunately, the regulations for various tasks have been set, and Ding Guogong is on the side to supervise the work, farming, training troops, building border defenses, and opening mutual markets are all proceeding in an orderly manner.Even if there is a mistake, it is not a big problem, just correct it.

Supervising the work of the Daning Capital Division is just incidental, and the Daning Miscellaneous Bureau is the focus of Shen Xuan's work.

In mid-April, another five clairvoyances were sent to Nanjing. The emperor issued an order to transfer the craftsmen who made the clairvoyance to Beijing, but instead of entering the military bureau, he sent middle officials from the palace to set up a military bureau in Beijing. Make supervision.

At the time of the imperial edict, Song Li, Shangshu of the Beijing Ministry of Industry, and Huang Fu, Shangshu of the Nanjing Ministry of Industry, went to the school at the same time to raise objections.

It was clearly agreed that people belonged to the Military Weapons Bureau, so why did the Military Bureau want to intervene?Even the Son of Heaven can't openly let others through the back door!

The Ordnance Bureau is a government department and is managed by officials from the Ministry of Industry.The military battle bureau is one of the eight bureaus of the inner court, which is in charge of the eunuch.The functions of the two departments are in charge of the manufacture of weapons and firearms. Among them, the Military Bureau is also in charge of the Gunpowder Department.

The departments are different, but the responsibilities are the same. One is under the jurisdiction of the six ministries of the imperial court, and the other is controlled by the eunuchs of the inner court.

Throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, only the eunuchs were brave enough to fight with the civil official group and did not lose the wind.No matter how arrogant Jin Yiwei was, he couldn't be more arrogant than an eunuch.A civil servant can beat to death the commander of Jinyiwei, but I have never heard of any eunuch being beaten to death by a civil servant.

Now, the emperor puts the craftsmen who made the clairvoyance into the military bureau. How can the military bureau be convinced?

Emperor Yongle did not ignore or refute the complaints from the Beijing and Nanjing Ministry of Industry.After retiring from the court, Huang Fu was called into Xinuang Pavilion, and the monarch and his ministers had a long talk.Apart from Huang Fu, only Dao Yan was present, and even the internal officials retreated to the Nuan Pavilion.

It took half an hour before the door of Xinuange opened.

Huang Fu changed his seriousness when he came, and when he stepped out of the warm pavilion, he had a smile on his face, like a spring breeze.He also greeted Hou Xian in a friendly manner, which made Hou Xian's skin crawl.

Did Huang Shangshu take the wrong medicine today?

Three days later, Huang Fu, Shangshu of the Nanjing Ministry of Industry, was transferred to the Beijing Ministry of Punishment. Song Li, Shangshu of the Beijing Ministry of Industry, also received the emperor's edict, saying that more sharp weapons would be handed over to the Military Weapons Bureau for manufacture.You have nothing to say, the emperor said sharp, it must be true.Song Li had the bottom line in his heart, and finally stopped talking about it every three days, and argued hard with the military.

At the beginning of May, Bai Yan returned to Beijing to take up his post under the emperor's order.Since then, he has been the eunuch of the Beijing Military Bureau.Although he left Nanjing, he couldn't continue to serve Emperor Yong Le, but with the power to control the military situation, even Zheng He and Hou Xian dared not underestimate him.

When Meng Qinghe got the news, the matter was mostly settled.

A batch of craftsmen in Daning were transferred away, and a new batch was recruited. The sound of beating in the workshop has never stopped, but the workshop for making telescopes has been sealed up. The work will not continue until the materials and tools are cleaned up. .

New workshops have been built and put into use one after another.

Eight Japanese craftsmen, under the supervision of the ambassador of the Miscellaneous Manufacturing Bureau, began to forge the first batch of Japanese swords.

From frying iron to casting, and then to non-stop forging.

Every process is supervised by a special person.

At first, the eight Japanese craftsmen were unwilling to work together, let alone teach casting skills.

The ambassador of the Miscellaneous Manufacturing Bureau reported the matter, Meng Qinghe sneered, and asked the Jin Yiwei in the mansion for help. The eight Japanese men were tied up and locked up in a small dark room for two days. Can't be more honest, let me do whatever I want, one command and one action, nothing else.

"So, if you don't eat a toast, why bother?"

Standing in front of the workshop where the Japanese made knives, Meng Qinghe was dressed in a red unicorn suit, jade belt and hairpin, smiling with crooked eyebrows.

To Dias, he still had some patience. To deal with these Japanese people, he didn't even need to give sweet dates, and he just gave them a big stick, which was more effective than anything else.

Zhao Baihu of Jinyiwei stood aside, thinking about how to write the note to Commander Yang.

In general, helping teach these Japanese people a lesson does not violate Jin Yiwei's professional principles and professional ethics.But if you think about it carefully, it is still a bit beyond the scope of work, and it is better to report it to your boss.

Whether Commander Yang will transfer him back to Nanjing in a fit of anger and throw him into Nanzhen Fusi for a few days is completely fine.Zhao Baihu said that with the experience of competing with Duke Dingguo in martial arts, the brothers in Nanzhen Fusi tried their best, and he can still bear it!

Commander Yang should really come to Daning to have a look in person. Compared with Dingguo Gong Xing Ningbo, Jin Yiwei of Nanbei Town Fusi is definitely a good young man, not cruel at all.

The Japanese craftsmen made knives honestly, and craftsmen selected from the Miscellaneous Manufacturing Bureau watched and studied carefully, and soon discovered the knack of Japanese knives, and began to improve the technology of casting waist knives.Soon, the defenders of Daning discovered that the newly issued waist knives were obviously sharper and more durable than the previous ones, and they were extremely handy for chopping people.

After the experiment was successful, Meng Qinghe ordered to gather the best craftsmen to cast three long swords and present them to the emperor.

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui got the news from nowhere, and sent someone to Daning to deliver a letter to Meng Qinghe. The theme was very clear, good things should be shared with good friends, and the same goes for good knives.

Seeing Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's wild strokes, Meng Qinghe endured for a while, and finally took the case.

Lao Tzu oppressed him, and his son came to exploit him again, he is XXX!In the next life, I will never be friends with Zhu again!

Qi returns to Qi, and the knife still has to be given.

But Meng Qinghe obviously forgot, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui came to ask for friendship, will Zhu Neng, Zhang Fu and others be far behind?

Zhu Di was overjoyed when three carefully crafted long knives were sent to the capital. He tried the knives on the spot, and when the blades struck each other, the long knives in Zhu Neng's hands broke at the sound.

"Good knife!"

Zhu Di was holding the bright long knife, looking at the blade that could reflect people's faces, he couldn't put it down.

Even the well-written Zhu Gaochi couldn't take his eyes off him, not to mention Zhu Neng, Xu Huizu and others, their eyes were even brighter, not because they were intimidated by the majesty of the emperor, they would definitely grab it.

Not long after the knife was delivered to Nanjing, Meng Qinghe received letters from Wuyang Hou Xu Zengshou and Xin Anbo Zhang Fu.

Looking at the envelope, he was still surprised.

Unfold the letter paper and instantly petrify.

The two letters were read in the time of a cup of tea.Meng Twelve Lang was silent for a long time, and looked at the beam at a 45-degree angle. Who would believe that a knife could be exchanged for Wei Guogong's friendship, and it was recorded in the history books?Eighty percent of them will also use various textual research to prove that the historian who recorded this incident is purely talking nonsense.

In May of the third year of Yongle, the long sword presented by Daning was sent to Nanjing, which caused a sensation among the generals.Just like the clairvoyance before, the emperor monopolizes the three, regardless of brother-in-law and brother-in-law, no one will give it to anyone.

In the same month, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui received the wooden box from Daning, opened the lid, and the sharp blade wrapped in a shark scabbard was lying quietly in it.

At the end of May, in the uncle's mansion, Dias finally recovered the blueprint of the artillery. When he ran to Meng Qinghe with an unshaven beard, what he saw was not Xingningbo who was smiling and kind, but Ding who had a frosty face and eyes like blades. Duke Shen Xuan.

Unfortunately, Ding Guozheng was wiping the knife.

His gaze swept over, the blade seemed to be reflecting blood, Dias suddenly felt a little limp, and he choked back his hallelujah.