Xinshun 1730

Chapter 146 I Wrote Me To You

The tenth year of Taixing, the 26th of the first month.

Perhaps it should be the last snow in Beijing this winter.

The lanterns for the Shangyuan Festival have already been picked, and there will be a few firecrackers on the street from time to time.The waste paper used by Guozijian and Wude Palace every year is kept as firecracker paper for the Shangyuan Festival, and the muffled sound keeps echoing.

The wind is a bit strong, and the window paper cannot penetrate the snow scene, but the glass windows from the West can see the snow piled up on the trees outside.

Tian Zhenyi rolled up the brocade quilt covering her feet, lightly touched the foot stove with her toes, and quickly shrank back, like a cat testing Mizukage with its furry paws.

Silver bone charcoal is difficult to burn, but it burns slowly. She dislikes the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus pancakes, so she doesn't add any pancakes to the hand stove.

Clasping his hands on the stove, his stiff fingers finally warmed up.Originally, I warmed my hands for writing, but now I don't want to pick up the pen.

On the small kang table, half a page of paper full of words was exposed.

One half is covered and the other half is clearly visible.

"Third brother, please remember that when paying the salary, the soldiers should shout 'Thank you, Your Majesty, for the salary'. Even if there is suspicion of sycophantic flattery, or people despise it, or think it is lucky, don't take it seriously."

"Third brother wants to change the payment system, instead of letting the battalion officers handle it, they will gather at the school grounds at the end of the month to distribute, and set up a supervisor to supervise the payment. Do as I said."

"Yue Wumu said: civil servants don't love money, and military officials don't hesitate to die. Why do they worry about the injustice of the world? But is it for the world? Is it for the Zhao family? It is for the world, so there is a storm pavilion."

"What the third elder brother did, the bold words are still in my ears, who can give me? But in detail, it's not that I can give up, but that your Majesty has no one else to use. There is a difference, so think deeply. Leiden is not far away, or think that It's only a thousand miles, but the walls of the Forbidden Palace are ten thousand miles wide, so it's not a thousand miles, it's actually eleven thousand miles."

"In my previous letter, I talked about the new method of military formation and the strange art of warping. If it is true that one can fight against three, and it is not something that the third brother can't compose and practice, it is really a blessing. I hope the third brother will carefully observe it."

"Since entering Qingzhou, there is a report every three days. There is really nothing to remember, but trivial matters must also be recorded. Your Majesty may say: Don't send trifles. The third brother must send it, and your majesty does not have to read it. The third brother is too arrogant. Some people are deeply happy, but others are deeply worried. You can not stick to the small details, but you must not stick to the small details. If you don’t stick to it, you are a hero; if you don’t stick to it, you are also a hero.”

"Heroes, there are big and small. You can't stick to it, it's for the greatness of the world; if you don't stick to it, it's just for the smallness of people's praise. The difference between them, the third brother will be able to distinguish and analyze. I still remember that when I was flying, I didn't dare to untie the cable and regretted my life... ..."

The lower half of the paper was pressed, Tian Zhenyi had already written a lot, but she was hesitating whether to send this letter or not.

Tomorrow's farewell is impossible for her to go, and there is no excuse to go to another hospital during the first month. Although the second brother pampers her, but her father is not at home, after all, there are mother and elder brother at home.

Passed by letter, she also knew that maybe she shouldn't say these words.I also thought that Yi Guogong had also been in the ups and downs of the officialdom for many years, and thought that Liu Yu should naturally know.

But there always seems to be a voice in my heart asking her quietly: What if he doesn't know?
Even that voice would say "in case", just in case, but in case, but the pressure of this event made her a little breathless, and finally picked up the pen and wrote something that shouldn't be written.

At this moment, I am still in the final hesitation whether to finish writing this letter or not.

If you don't send it, you'll just turn it into ashes if you write it;

When the golden wind blew up last year, Brother Tuo sent over a booklet on his thoughts on astronomy.

However, like mud sinking into the sea, I feel unhappy.I didn't get a reply until December, and it was only last month.

After flipping through it, looking at the densely packed annotations and notes on it, the depression in my heart finally turned into joy, and even the most annoying, boring and colorless deep winter warmed up a lot.

She also brought a test paper for the Jinghai Palace official examination at the back, and told her very carefully that she only had three hours to answer the questions.

Tian Zhenyi really laid down the papers and didn't eat lunch.Fortunately, the maids knew that she was always like this when she was studying, and they didn't bother her over and over again.

After writing the paper, I hurriedly asked my second brother to deliver it the next day.This time I didn't wait too long, and I didn't get a reply as soon as I waited from Jinfeng to Hanxue last time.

The words that praised her in the letter made her feel happy, but the words that followed made her feel sweet.

Those were words about matters of the heart, without too much rhetoric, just plainly written in straightforward vernacular.

Reading other people's thoughts, without a trace of depression, I couldn't help but want to eat pomegranates, so I asked the maid to take a pomegranate.

After taking it, she didn't eat it, but gently peeled it off, looked at the yellow pomegranate skin, gently picked up a bright red seed with her fingernails, and asked the dumbfounded maid: "Do you know that under the yellow pomegranate skin, there is something like this? seeds?"

The dumb maid thought she had a fever, so she stretched out her hand to try her forehead, but she gently pushed it away, and then picked out the pomegranate seeds bit by bit.

Looking back, I found the painting titled General Heilongjiang Wangyu, and turned it into a cloud of ashes with my own hands. I thought that the painting was just a pomegranate peel, but I didn't know a little bit of pomegranate seeds.

Maybe there was that kind of rain, maybe there was that kind of wind, but now she knew that if there was that kind of wind and rain, he would not stand on the bow and watch the rain, but would run back to the cabin to drink.

Thinking of this, he looked at the ashes of the painting and giggled softly.

After laughing, he curled up on the brocade quilt again, hugged his knees, stared blankly at the wind and snow outside the glass window, and thought about the depression slightly revealed in the letter.

Through the glass window, there are maids playing in the snow outside, their hands shrunk from the cold, and they rubbed their hands together in the heat.

She also stretched out her hand and touched the frost on the window. These frost, which she was reluctant to get rid of usually, melted on her fingertips, and wrapped her fingertips coldly, and then pressed her whole hand on the window frost, feeling Gritting her teeth coldly, she thought that the hands of those maids just now should feel like this.

It's just that Leng Xue can let her know the taste through the window, so how can you empathize with the taste in people's hearts?
Picking up the pen, thinking about such things, I finally stopped writing those knowledge, but wrote a lot of plain.

The crickets when I was a child, the bluestone slab that I fell over, the stars in the telescope, the depression when I cried, the pride when I was praised by my father at the family dinner...

she thinks:

There are high walls and gates.

So, let me write it to you.

It's like the pomegranate on the table, or the pomegranate is like the hot air balloon that flew into the sky that day. You have seen what you can see, and I will write the rest for you.It's like the paintings of Westerners, which always lack that flavor, and the paintings are always pomegranate peels.Even if the pomegranate seeds are painted, those places that cannot be seen are also bright red, how can they be painted?

Thinking of Hua Mulan's story, she wanted to tell him that Mulan became Mulan out of helplessness, but she was not forced by the twelve volumes of military books.

When the golden wind and jade are exposed, I want to let him know that I am a hero among women.

When the snow was blowing, he wanted to let him know why he became such a person.

The letter was sent out, and what came back was exactly what she wanted to see.

These letters were exchanged for a few days, and slowly wrote about some things to do in the future, asking what she would do if it was her.

The letter a few days ago was about peeling pomegranate seeds, but this time the letter was like asking her how to peel a pomegranate.

Father would praise her for her wit, but never ask her about the really big things.

The second brother would occasionally ask her about some arithmetic knowledge that she didn't understand in Wude Palace, but he wouldn't discuss it with her.

The sisters from other families in the boudoir will discuss knowledge with her, and sometimes they will talk about world affairs, but they have no chance to try these things to see if they can be done. The naughty ones will say that this is like a group of father-in-laws going to the fireworks field .

Unfolding the letter paper, I wrote down my opinions on those issues one by one, like a bird in a cage that thinks it can fly, and finally hopes that the cage will open and flap its wings, not knowing whether it will land clumsily or take away the cloud .

I wrote more and more letters.

Sometimes there are disputes because of opinions on some issues.

When arguing, she would also get sullenly angry and feel that she was right.

Usually, I would receive a reply the next day, saying that after careful consideration, my sister was right.

The stuffy air before disappeared at this moment, and from the sentence "I couldn't sleep after thinking about it for a long time last night", I felt something called respect.

Gradually, I asked more and more about the future, and I had some expectations in my heart, wondering whether this method could be used and whether it would be effective.

But after thinking about it, those who write letters after the New Year will go to Shandong, and feel lost again.

After the new year, it is spring, after spring is summer, and in summer, there is a chance to go to other courtyards, and then sneak out to play.

But even if they sneak out now, how can they meet across the mountains and rivers of Gyeonggi and Qingzhou?

The kind of anticipation to know whether his method is effective, but in the end it was no match for the disappointment of Yuan Bie, and she shed a few tears, regardless of the clear teardrops on the paper and scattered ink.

In the past few days, I have been thinking about those scenarios in my heart, and finally took up the pen and wrote something that should not have been said by her.

I also thought that Yi Guogong had also been in the ups and downs of the officialdom for many years, and thought that Liu Yu should naturally know.

But there always seems to be a voice in my heart asking her quietly: What if he doesn't know?
Even that voice would say "in case", just in case, but in case, but the pressure of this event made her a little breathless, until she wrote down the things she shouldn't have said, she was not half relieved tone.

There is a charcoal basin under the bed.

You can burn the manuscript, or you can warm your hands to make your pen move faster.

He picked up the half-written letter, read it again, looked at the brazier under the bed, and finally put it back on the table.

After hesitating for a long time, he picked up his pen again.

"A well-controlled soldier is controlled not by soldiers. The one who controls is the technique. The way cannot be taught, but the technique can be passed on. Third brother, this technique must be passed on to make your majesty believe that everyone can learn this technique. The third brother has learned it first. You must not turn the art into the Tao, making His Majesty think that the Tao is not Tao, and it is not the third brother who can become this soldier."

"I personally think that if the army is trained successfully, the matter of leveling will be completed, and the army trained by the third brother will make great contributions. At that time, His Majesty will transfer the third brother and replace him with someone else. Find someone else to organize a new camp."

"If the military prestige is still there, others can also organize and practice, and the combat power is the same as before. Fortunately, they can make new contributions to secure the affairs of the world and fulfill their life ambitions; No more, if the combat power is not as good as before, it will be unfortunate, the third brother may be ennobled, but I am afraid that in the future the third brother will not be able to do what the third brother asks..."

(End of this chapter)