Yuan Fu Nushu

Chapter 581, credit

This is the hottest time of the day, but Luan Ying's smile is hotter than the sun, and Luan Jing laughs with his son, but the smile is tasteless, as if everything in his family relies on small evil spirits, which makes him feel completely overwhelmed No confidence.

When the Bai Department called Luan Ying to the table, Luan Jing returned to Youzhen's room. Youzhen, with his hair and clothes open, was leaning on his elbows on the table, thinking hard about writing official documents.

There is no suspense about the source of Luan Ying's merits. When Yunlong led his troops to negotiate, the other party was also fully equipped. Everywhere is also normal, the territory guarded by the two princes and the second son of the prince can encounter enemy generals.

You Zhen followed Luan Ying and ran here and there, seeing with his own eyes that every leader was killed by Luan Ying himself.

Neither the eldest son Tang Tiecheng nor the two princes Tang Meng and Tang Meng would tie up the enemy generals and send them to Luan Ying. They used the method of trapping the enemy generals.Luan Ying saved three hundred rounds of effort in the battle, and this last desperate resistance cannot be avoided. Brother Ying can't complete each blow without effort, which makes him feel guilty for his contribution, and also makes You Zhen write Official documents can be logical.

You think that when compiling official documents, writing official documents like ancient memoirs, he needs to reasonably explain Luan Ying's contribution that is several times greater than others in the same period of time, and the rationality of the journey, so that Luan Ying's contribution will not be dismissed by the Ministry of War .

Just as county magistrate Tang Tiexue thought, as long as the Ministry of War doesn't reject it, it will be easy for General Zhen Guo to talk about it.

You Jian, who worked diligently on the river engineering in winter, had never been on such a long-distance fast horse. With the hair and the skirt loose, it is cool and comfortable enough.

A pair of legs and feet were propped on the low bench, and there were large blood-colored blisters on the soles of the feet. Some of them were picked and waited to heal, and some got up after being picked.

After Luan Jing came in, he didn't say a word, and went straight to Youzhen's feet. There was a needle beside him. He picked it up skillfully, lit a fire pocket and burned it. After it cooled down, he picked up water for Youzhen. The job is Luan Jing's, today is still his, he has to do something to feel at ease.

You Zhen glanced at him sideways, and suddenly the memory of the time when the new collection was being judged for dudes suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he looked at this humble man in front of him, smiled silently, and continued to write his official documents.

Chen Dalang sent another batch of heads. Fortunately, now that he knows to ask for their names, the only difficulty in compiling is to rationally assign these heads to Luan Ying's running route, so that they can be captured naturally.

General Zhang Jing, Weng and his son-in-law were able to meet each other, even though they needed to be on guard against retaliatory battles at any time, they did not hold back their drunkenness, they drank until midnight, and Youzheng wrote until midnight, and Luan Jing brought tea and food to Youmin. The water beats the shoulders until midnight.

When it was almost four o'clock in the day, Youzhen put down the brush, smiled at Luan Jing who was standing by, "It's done, put it here and you and I will sleep, and you can read it again tomorrow, and I will read it again to check if there are any typos. Copy it again and present it to General Long Ge."

Luan Jing's eyes were really bright, this is the credit of his son, he didn't feel sleepy at all, he hurriedly called Youzheng to bathe in hot water, and when Youzheng soaked in the bathtub, he said: "I'm not sleepy, let me read it first , How about watching it again when you wake up tomorrow?"

You Zhen waved his hand: "You go, you go."

Luan Jing thanked him, went back to the room where he wrote the official documents, and read them three times by lighting up the candle. His blood boiled once, and when he saw it the third time, it was deeply rooted that this battle must be fought. He suddenly rose to the heroism of defending his family and the country, and seeing his second son was even more precious.

The next moment, without thinking about it, it would be dawn at the fourth watch, and Luan Jing went straight to the room and picked up the noble student who was sleeping with him: "Like your brother, get up and study and go to practice."

Guisheng got up obediently, and Ma Wen and Wu Si in the next room also heard the sound, as if the two hadn't slept at all. When Luan Jing returned to his room to catch up on sleep, Guisheng whispered: "Look, I guessed it right." , My brother came back victorious, and my father will bother me." Guisheng didn't dare to fall asleep, so he got up as soon as he screamed, so as not to be scolded again.

Ma Wen Wusi comforted him: "It's okay to get up an hour earlier, the grandfather of the Yuan family allowed us to take a nap, so we can sleep longer at noon."

Guisheng was a little happy: "It's just thinking of this that I stay awake for hours, just fool my father."

At five o'clock, when the guards were changing in the small town, there were more people and it was almost dawn. Luan Ying walked out of the room in cloaked clothes, and saw Gui Sheng practicing martial arts, so she happily came to give him advice. A while." Luan Ying yawned: "I've been used to it since I was a child, and I can't sleep."

Gui Sheng asked curiously, "Why, haven't you ever slept in?"

Luan Ying laughed and said, "Except for the New Year's Day, I haven't slept. I'm going to be a general. I can't sleep late." Speaking of this, I feel that I talk too much. There is a weapon rack under the corridor outside the room. The wooden pole came over and gave one to Guisheng: "I will teach you how to fight. If you are still in the northwest, these are the things you must learn."

Guisheng took the wooden pole: "Father will not let me go."

Luan Ying's brows became serious: "I won't let you go either, you've already followed me out, let's take another subject in the Northwest, the examiners here are relatively fixed, and the style is easier to scrutinize. But you, brother, you want to go back Jing?"

Guisheng thinks about it: "I don't want to go back to Beijing right now. If my grandfather gets sick and blames me when I go back to Beijing, I can just take another class here." It's not interesting for him to go home now. Qing, he would be anxious at home, afraid that his grandfather would not be sick, and he would get sick first.

Both he and Ma Wenwu said that it is not easy to come here from a long distance, and the more important thing is that Yuan Yuan is amiable, much better than the husband at home, and it is unpleasant to be angry with grandparents. Anzhi.

Luan Jing walked away from the sleepy man and didn't get up for too long. He saw two brothers practicing in the morning light through the window. Luan Ying stopped from time to time and gestured to Gui Sheng. Luan Jing let out a happy voice: "This pair of brothers Son."

He was in the window until he saw the brothers end.

When King Pingxi saw the official document of reporting his achievements, he couldn't help but yell.

If this battle is fought for a year or two, it is normal to count someone's contribution several times higher. In just a few months, Luan Ying's contribution to No.2 was several times higher. Did he come every day as two days?

He almost wrote an official document to scold his younger brother and son, daughter, scolding is useless, this matter is mainly facilitated by two younger brothers and two sons, no matter how old the daughter is, she can't do it alone.

Immediately, King Pingxi turned around and took the official documents of credit reported from various places to his staff, asking them to submit the original amount to the Ministry of War.

This problem should not belong to the Northwest, it should belong to General Zhen Guo. Luan Ying grew up in his parents, and Luan Ying came to the Northwest with the Duke to practice.

Prince Pingxi held the teacup comfortably, thinking that if Luan Ying could pass the credit, would he be lenient when he reported the credit in the future?
He waited for Yun Zhan's furious reply, maybe he raised his hand high and let it go.

Kuaima official documents were sent to the Ministry of War, and the officials responsible for receiving and counting the credits were also taken aback. What is the situation?Most of this battle was fought by Luan Ying alone?

He worriedly checked Luan Yingjie's report from last year. That's right, he had filled in the credits for last year, and the credit for this report was that Luan Ying won most of the battle alone.

He directly gave it to the Minister of the Ministry of War. The Minister held his breath, read it slowly, and said a word: "Oh, Wu Tanhua has made great contributions." He stamped it and gave it to Yun Zhan.

Does this problem have anything to do with the Ministry of War?

This matter belongs to the Yamen of General Zhen Guo.

Yun Zhan also took a look at it calmly, neither too fast nor too slow, got up to look at the map, and said a word: "This kid travels a long way."

If it weren't for grabbing the first level everywhere, it would be impossible to have so much credit.

He got up and entered the palace, and he didn't say anything when he came back, asking him to file the normal verification record of this credit.

After the filing, the news spread that Marquis Jiyang had assisted the Northwest many times before, and would support it at any time. There was also a map of the Northwest on the wall of his study. He stood in front of the map for a long time with his hands behind his back, until Qiao Qing plunged in.

Qiao Qing's eyes were red: "Grandfather, do you believe Brother Ying is several times stronger than others?"

Jiyang Hou said slowly: "The Gao family has gone again?"

Qiao Qing said anxiously: "Second Sister Gao went on a different day from their battle, there is no Sister Gao's business here, and besides, Second Sister Gao is an arrogant person, so she might not be able to help Brother Ying with all her strength."

The Marquis of Jiyang said slowly again: "For the title."

Qiao Qing said angrily: "Is it okay to do things like this because of a title? His Luan family has a title, and Brother Ying doesn't want it himself, and he robbed it out of thin air, relying on his aunt being the head of the Northwest County, just grab it like this!"

Jiyang Hou said faintly: "You said it all, Luan Ying is a relative of the Prince of Pingxi County, I wouldn't be surprised how much credit he gave, but I was only surprised by one thing, the Prince of Pingxi County is proud and rude to anyone. , the same is true for Jingli, how could he have only blue-eyed Luan Ying?"

Qiao Qingdao: "When I was in the northwest, I didn't see the king of Pingxi taking extra care of Luan Ying. My aunt and nephew are really good, but it can't be worse than this. It's a war. This is the military merit reported by the palace of Pingxi County!"

Marquis Jiyang smiled: "Pingxi County Prince's Mansion is fighting with General Zhen Guo,"

Qiao Qing said: "What! Can you fight like this in the ring? This credit is outrageous, and Prince Pingxi will be caught if he pays credit like this."

Jiyang Hou said: "Who will catch his family? Whose account did the Pingxi County Palace buy? When the late Emperor was here, the Hanlin powerful ministers covered the sky with one hand, and in the Northwest they only searched countless, and the military power was not removed at all. Well, it's you who did it. For things like this, they rob things from store to store. Besides, it’s not outrageous to report like this.”

Qiao Qing was still furious: "Grandfather, I know you said that Uncle Yun Shizi also bears the responsibility of the son of His Highness the Princess, but I just don't believe it."

Jiyang Hou talked about it, but he didn't talk about his grandson's anger. His own anger has already disappeared. When he saw the credit, Jiyang Hou was not happy.

He stood in front of the map to calm himself down.

Seeing Qiao Qing's annoyed appearance, Marquis Jiyang smiled: "You understand even if I don't tell you, this credit is not dismissed, at least one or two hundred companies can see hope."

Qiao Qing curled his lips: "Those fallen families who are not as good as the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, it is even more useless to save them. To let them see hope, it would be easier to settle the accounts. It can also save the families who have made great achievements in the war."

Marquis Jiyang paced back and forth: "This hope was already given to Yun Shizi when he suppressed the Luan family's marriage in Xinji. But it was only after Luan Ying was born that he came out in public. The emperor is also willing to give these people the ninth rank As for the way out of the official position, Yun Shizi is just following the emperor's affairs."

Qiao Qing shook his head: "Then the credit can't be so much! Grandfather, when will we help, if we don't go, there will be no battle!"

The Marquis of Jiyang snorted: "This is what you want to say. Luan Ying has gone, you are in a hurry, I have always wanted to ask, what is your comparison with him since you were young? You listen to military orders when you are fighting, and you are waiting for him." Opportunity, not competition."

Qiao Qing stalked his head to the left and stalked to the right again, indicating that he couldn't listen.

Marquis Jiyang waved him to go out, don't be annoying in front of his grandfather, when Qiao Qing walked out, Marquis Jiyang sneered and said, "You ask me when I will help, don't you think grandpa doesn't want to go?"

If there is no "Luan" Ying in the northwest, it is Zhao Ying, Qian Ying, Sun Ying, Li Ying, and any other surname is fine, and the Marquis of Jiyang will continue to wait for the day of support. Now that Luan Ying is in the northwest, the credit will be repaid Outrageous, Jiyanghou thought that there are too many people who are unhappy, not only his grandson Qiao Qing.

The Marquis of Nanyang went through this month in fear, accompanied by Marquis of Qinghe and Marquis of Linjiang, until autumn passed and the winter snow fell, and the new year was coming, so Marquis of Nanyang and Marquis of Qinghe and Marquis of Linjiang were a little bit happier.

Qinghe Hou said: "If the Ministry of War remains silent, then the credit will be considered stable."

It was a cold day, but Nanyang Hou Guang was about to break out in a cold sweat when he thought about it. He had developed a habit in the past few months. Whenever his back felt uncomfortable, he took out a handkerchief and covered his forehead. Nanyang Hou covered it and said, "King Wei Your Highness has worked hard, and so has Prince Yun."

To put it bluntly, from birth to growing up, Luan Ying seemed to have nothing to do with the Nanyang Marquis Mansion, except that he was his father's son.

When Marquis Nanyang said this, he also thought of this. He smiled awkwardly, and discussed with Marquis Qinghe and Marquis Linjiang how to pay New Year's greetings to Duke Huguo's mansion during the New Year. It was secondary for them to go as husband and wife, and the main thing was to give gifts to the Qi family. Let Qi Shi send it.

After the discussion, Marquis of Qinghe and Marquis of Linjiang were going home for the New Year, and they said goodbye if they didn’t eat here. Marquis of Nanyang came out with the gift list written and showed it to Qi Shi. Seeing the mansion in the snow, Lonely came out again.

There are few adults in the withering family for generations, and they left Luan Jing and Guisheng, each taking away a lot of family members, making this family look even more deserted. Fortunately, the Qi family was brought in to live in Dongyuan in advance for the new year, adding some popularity to the family Son.

Nanyanghou went to the place where the housework was done, and heard Feng's crying through the window.

"Just say something, even if I was sorry to you before, Guisheng is still your son, why don't you let him come back during the Chinese New Year? This year, there will be no descendants offering incense to the ancestors at home."

(End of this chapter)