Dressed as the master of a sickly tyrant

Chu Haozhi took up a pen and wrote a letter to his brother Lu Jilin. This was the first time he wrote a letter to his brother after so many years in this world.

For a while, he was speechless. He was influenced by the author of this book before, thinking that his father and brother were ambitious wolves, but unexpectedly they really loved him.

It's just taciturn and doesn't know how to express it.

Now that he has come here, he has affected the development of the plot. He does not know the fate of Lu Jilin and Zhenbeihou in the book.

Now he just wants to protect the people around him as much as possible.

Chu Haozhi thought about it for a long time before taking up his pen.

He explained his current situation clearly in a few words, then analyzed the current situation, and informed his brother of his plan.

He believes that his brother will make the most correct decision.

After Chu Haozhi finished writing the letter, he asked the people from the Seven Star Pavilion sent by Yuehanyan to deliver it in person.

Nancangming has just finished its autumn harvest, and this year has been quite fruitful.

When I first came here, I found that there was a shortage of food on the southwestern border. Only less than half of the imperial court's food was transported to the border, and more than half of it was lost.

Corrupt officials exploited layers upon layers, coupled with loss along the road, the real delivery to the border soldiers did not even reach the fourth layer.

The soldiers drink porridge every day. How can such an army have combat effectiveness?

The border continued to be in turmoil, and a large number of people were displaced, and they were powerless to rescue the people. After several discussions, Nancangming decided to implement the farming system.

First gather the middle-aged and middle-aged of these refugees and organize them into an army.

Use the army to garrison the frontier and farmland, emigrate the people to consolidate the frontier, and farmland for border defense, guarding and farming at the same time.

The old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were arranged to engage in simple farming, and this group of migrant troops alternated between training and farming during the day.

This method can not only solve the problem of self-reliance in the case of long distances and inconvenient transportation, but also make it possible for troops to defend without wasting manpower, which kills two birds with one stone.

Nan Cangming saw that the amount of food reported by the guards was quite considerable. At least the soldiers could eat white rice instead of porridge.

Nan Cangming ordered Xiao Yan to promote this move and recruit refugees on the southwest border.

With previous experience, and Nancangming sent troops to rescue these people on the way to the expedition, and sent food and medicine during the plague.

The big guys heard that the army was being recruited, and young and middle-aged men rushed to join the army.

In less than a month, Xiao Yan recruited nearly 2 horses.

"Your Highness, that's great, I didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

According to this situation, it is no problem for us to recruit 3 people. "

Xiao Yan laughed happily.

"Well, Master is right.

The people are like water, and the king is like a boat. Water can carry a boat and capsize it. "

Nan Cangming murmured, "Maybe our biggest problem is ignoring people's will, always feeling that people are inferior.

But the people are the foundation of the country, and the foundation is solid. "

The people are the foundation of the country, and the foundation is solid.

I hope there is a country that can really do it.

At night, the moon was shining like water, and Nan Cangming lay alone on the grass, looking at the bright moon in the sky.

In my hand is a reply letter from Master:

Red beans are born in southern China, how many branches will spring come?

May Jun pick more, this thing is the most acacia.

When Master received his letter, his cheeks must have been flushed. A shy person like Master must have struggled for a long time before writing this poem for him.

Nan Cang smiled and read the letter back and forth several times before carefully folding it and putting it away in his bosom.

He called An Qi and said, "How is Master doing recently?"

An Qi said respectfully: "Palace Master is fine, but I heard that after the scientific examination, I got a little emotional and let people dispose of all my clothes.

Don't know what happened. "

"Being emotional? What's the matter?" Nan Cangming asked, "Is there any trouble in the capital?"

An Qi replied cautiously: "The subordinates don't know either.

It's just that the palace lord was not in a good mood after leaving the examination room, and when he returned to Meizhuang to take a bath and change clothes, he asked people to dispose of all the clothes. "

Shower and change clothes, dispose of clothes?Nan Cangming instantly understood why Master was in a mood.

During the snowy winter in the imperial palace, Master had to take a bath and change clothes before going to sleep.

The scientific examination was unable to bathe and change clothes for nine consecutive days. It is conceivable how uncomfortable Master endured.

The conditions of the scientific examination are indeed too poor, and we must find a way to improve the environment for the candidates in the future.

Nan Cangming included this matter in his future reforms.

"Master, the Palace Master sent you some winter clothes, would you like to take a look?" An Qi asked seeing that the little master was in a good mood.

"it is good."

Nan Cangming got up and went back to the camp, and saw a package on the table.

When I opened it, there were several sets of finely crafted winter clothes inside.

They are all the black color that he usually likes to wear, and the clothes are exquisitely made and made of high-quality materials, no worse than those in the palace.

I don't know how many people sent cold clothes to women who were conscripted that day.

In the palace that everyone admires, who remembers to send winter clothes to himself?Is it my father?Even if he died on the battlefield, that royal father probably wouldn't have a single tear.

The mother and concubine in the cold palace?Since Xiao's family has been copied and killed, the mother and concubine are insane, and only want to drag herself to hell together, fearing that she has forgotten that he is her own son.

As for those brothers and sisters, all of them wished that he would die sooner.

Thinking about it, Master is the only one who still remembers that there is such a person as him, and remembers to send him winter clothes.

It is enough for one person to remember, Nan Cangming did not dare to ask for too much.

She raised her eyebrows in self-deprecating manner, put away some clothes, and suddenly a piece of paper fluttered down, and a line of delicate and elegant handwriting came into view:

Is it so cold that you have no clothes on your side?

Suddenly a warm current slid through his heart, Nan Cangming stretched out his slender fingers to pick up the note, looked at it again and again, and then put it in the small box beside the bed contentedly.

The husband guards the border and the concubine is in Wu, and the west wind blows the concubine and concubine to worry about her husband.

A line of letters and a thousand lines of tears are so cold that you have no clothes by your side.

On Ninety-Nine Chongyang, Chu Haozhi asked someone to quietly send a gift to the Zhenbeihou Mansion.

This night, taking advantage of the moonlight, Chu Haozhi had nothing to do. He thought he had been in the capital for a long time, but he hadn't visited his father in the Zhenbei Hou's Mansion, so he went to the Hou's Mansion.

Jumping down from the wall, he saw Zhenbeihou sitting at a stone table with a jug of wine and two wine glasses on the table, as if he was waiting for him.

The night is quiet, and a golden full moon rises slowly, like a night light hanging high in the sky.

A breeze came out, the leaves rustled, and the sound was graceful and poignant.

After taking his seat, Chu Haozhi called softly, "Father."

Zhenbei Hou's kind eyes lingered on Chu Haozhi's face, and finally fixed on the eyes: "The face can no longer be seen from the original appearance, but these eyes are still the same, very much like your mother."

"I sent a letter to my brother, hoping that he can work together with His Highness Ninth Prince to fight against the enemy together."

Chu Haozhi glanced at Zhenbei Hou's old back.

Half a year after leaving the prison, the once strong and vigorous Zhenbei Hou has now become a beast in a cage, losing all his prestige.

The breeze blew a strand of white hair from his temples. This Nanchen God of War who once dominated the battlefield is now just an ordinary old man under the moon, and his old back makes people feel desolate.

A tinge of sadness flashed across Chu Haozhi's heart. If he was still a hostage in the imperial palace in the capital, his father would be able to return to the battlefield that belonged to him.

Instead of being trapped in the capital, and a group of scheming and dirty old-fashioned old-fashioned officialdom fiddlers.

As wise as the Marquis of Zhenbei, he could see through Chu Haozhi's thoughts at a glance. Their eyes collided, but neither of them spoke.

"Yuan'er.

Oh no.

Has Hao'er decided to take a trip through the muddy waters of the capital? "Zhenbei Hou asked solemnly.

Chu Haozhi no longer concealed anything, and faced the scrutinizing gaze of Marquis Zhenbei, he said word by word: "Since I entered the palace, I have chosen His Highness the Ninth Prince."

Perhaps it should have been earlier, from the moment I came to this world and knew that I was going to enter the palace, I had already made a choice, and I could only choose this way.

"Why is it His Highness the Ninth Prince?" Zhenbeihou looked Chu Haozhi straight in the eyes, not letting go of any changes in his expression.

The prince's virtuous name is external, with the emperor's support, his name is justified.

The fourth prince is gentle and elegant, especially good at poetry and prose. The mother and concubine are the daughters of the prime minister's family, and the prime minister's disciples are all over the court and the public.

Although the sixth prince's reputation is not great, the Liu family is a scholarly family from generation to generation.

Liu Taifu has a very high reputation among the students all over the world, and he is as famous as Wenyuan Pavilion Qige Lao.

The world calls the two great masters in the literary world of Nanchen Kingdom, Southern Qi and Beiliu.

Why did he choose a prince of the cold palace? The Xiao family ransacked all the families, and the mother and concubine were insane in the cold palace...

"Because I like him."

Chu Haozhi spit out these words lightly.