Since he had thought about it, Lin Feng's attitude towards Qian Yuan changed slightly from the second day. He had made a marriage contract. Five years ago, Lin Tingji had engaged his fellow villager Zhao's daughter, but the woman died three years ago.

However, Qian Yuan didn't pay much attention to Lin Feng. Although Sun Ying was on the right track and Zhao Dahe in Ninghai was mostly correct, there were still a lot of troubles accumulated in his heart.

"Zhang San is right. Don't worry about Wang Yi's affairs, and don't reveal them." Qian Yuan sighed in his heart and sighed with Wang Yi's choice. After thinking for a moment, he whispered: "Peng Feng has already entered Beijing first. Next, you will be responsible for the secret letters between Zhenhai and Suiyuan."

Liang Sheng bowed and said, "I will definitely not let down the young master's entrustedness."

"You can leave some gods for the young master." Qian Yuan sneered: "If there was a mistake, you can't afford to take it. If Yang Wen hadn't stayed in the army, Zhang San, Zhou Ze, and Wang Yi wouldn't have used you!"

Liang Sheng felt a little aggrieved, "Young Master, I didn't make any mistakes..."

"Didn't make a mistake?" Qian Yuan snorted, "Your mouth!"

"I'm a little student who is involved in the Young Master's disciple, and this is also learned from the Young Master."

Qian Yuan was speechless, waved his sleeves and chose a brush, "Grind ink!"

After thinking about it, Qian Yuan took the opportunity to answer the questions Qi Jiguang considered worthy of execution. Zhenhai had built so many warships and cast dozens of cannons, but he had never been to the battlefield. He went south to Fujian to hone his skills, which was just the right time.

However, this matter cannot be started by himself, so he can make Zhejiang Governor Tan Lun report a memorial. At the same time, Qi Jiguang wrote to the Ministry of War. The Southeast Navy was divided into two parts, one under the command of Dong Bangzheng, the general of Wusong, and the other was also under the command of Ge Hao, the commander of Taizhou.

Ge Hao was Tan Lun's old subordinate, so it was quite appropriate to ask Tan Lun to propose it.

Qian Yuan couldn't help but think in his mind that the Susong area has been calm now. If the generals of Zhejiang have been vacant, Dong Bangzheng would be a suitable candidate... On the one hand, he and Dong Bangzheng would have had a good relationship with each other, and on the other hand, Dong Bangzheng was the first general in the southeast to use bird guns as the main force.

After thinking for a while, Qian Yuan sighed. Many things can only be taken for granted and actually operated... It is too difficult, and he still wants Qi Jiguang to stay in the southeast. In this life, the Qi family army is still unparalleled in combat power and can be called the nemesis of Japanese pirates, but their military achievements are not as good as those of original time and space.

But even so, after the Japanese severance subsided, it would be difficult for Qi Jiguang to stay in the southeast... Qian Yuan had also considered raising the thief to be self-respecting, but it was too dangerous.

Even Qi Jimei and Qian Yuan could not guarantee... He didn't know that in history, after the Japanese riots in the southeast were quelled, Qi Jiguang was transferred to the general of Jimen, and Qi Jimei also got a general, but he was the general of Yunnan.

"Young Master."

Liang Sheng's reminder interrupted Qian Yuan's thoughts. He turned to see Lin Feng bowed outside the house.

"Zhenyao is here." Qian Yuan smiled and stood up to delay his hands. He thought he was quick-minded and he figured it out in just two days.

Lin Feng looked a little shy, holding a stack of manuscripts in both hands, "I used to doodle by my younger generation, so please give me some advice."

Qian Yuan's face changed. When he took the manuscript, he saw that it was full of eight-legged essays... Since the examination, Qian Yuan has never written eight-legged essays again. When he saw this thing, he felt dizzy and remembered the dark years he had spent under Lu Shusheng's stick.

He swallowed quietly and Qian Yuan looked at a few pages casually. Although he was a little dazzling, he was at least from the imperial examination. In just a moment, he could see... much better than himself!

Although Liang Sheng is quick-talking, he is quick-witted and knows that Lin Feng is trying to please Qian Yuan... As a Jinshi on both lists, he still came from Songjiang Prefecture and Nanzhili. There are many Zhejiang scholars in Suiyuan who are famous for their literary talent. Tsk tsk, according to common sense, Lin Feng's move should be to scratch the itch.

What a pity.

Liang Sheng tried hard to endure the urge to laugh wildly. He remembered clearly that before the provincial examination last year, Tang Shunzhi and Sun Piyang took a lot of busy inspections of Zhenhai County, and Qian Yuan was also present.

Many students admire Qian Yuan’s reputation and asked him for advice... Liang Sheng didn’t understand, but he could tell the difference between good and bad, and from Tang Shunzhi’s face.

After leaving the county school, Tang Shunzhi did not scold Qian Yuan for not being good at learning skills, but instead ordered his left and right to find mirrors to give to Mr. Yunquan.

Liang Sheng knew that lenses were glasses, and after business, Zhenhai could occasionally see them, and they were regarded as treasures, but Junquan Gong... Later, he found an opportunity to ask Zhang San and found out that it refers to Wu Shan, the Minister of Rites.

Together, Tang Shunzhi was saying that Wu Shan, the chief examiner of the 35th year of Jiajing exam, was blind.

"Hehe, Qin Wen Han Fu, Tang poetry, Song Ci, Yuan Qu Ming Eight Essays?" Qian Yuan downplayed: "Eight Essays are just stepping stones. After passing the exam, the eight-egg essays are useless, but Zhenyao... This subject should be on the list."

Lin Feng said respectfully: "Brothers and brothers all said that the younger generation still lacked the quality of making skills. Longquan Gong was elected as a Shuji Shi. Please give me some advice."

Well, generally speaking, the criteria for choosing a Shuji are two. The first meaning is the meaning of the classics and the second age is, but it is better to have nothing than to be too much. Therefore, the number of Shujis in each subject is always different.

Therefore, if you choose Shujishi, you will have the best skills in making art.

Liang Sheng, who was beside him, finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Go out!" Qian Yuan glared at Liang Sheng fiercely before saying with a dark face: "On the day, His Majesty appointed Qian Moushuji Shi. Li Shiyan denounced Qian Mou for his honor to join. Have you never heard of him?"

Lin Feng suddenly panicked. Is there such a thing?

The facts are even worse than what Qian Yuan said. Everyone knows in the hearts of the cabinet, the six ministers and the Hanlin scholars. With Qian Yuan’s classical proficiency, it is already a great fortune to be with the Jinshi, and it is nonsense to choose Shujishi... Qian Yuan actually relied on his contributions to the Japanese attacks several times before and was favored by Emperor Jiajing. Li Mo was the only one who opposed it.

"Take it back, the art production is indeed not good at Qian." Qian Yuan said calmly: "The senior once said to Sanli..."

"Creating the law and promoting the masses, and establishing morality is not something that people today can do; establishing words means that the words are essential and the principles can be passed on, but this is not the director of Qian..."

Lin Feng involuntarily continued: "When he saved troubles and helped him, Longquan Gong had already made great contributions."

The scene finally stabilized, and this kid could make up for fun... Qian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help laughing and crying. Boy, if you want to please me, you should also collect necessary information.

Wouldn't Zhenhai be praised for such a big one?

Wouldn't such a big change be praised?

Wouldn't it be praised for the transformation of Yongjiang River into "Silver River"?

I have to hold a bunch of eight-legged essays to ask for advice!

Qian Yuan looked at the young man in front of him, and looked like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He changed his questions and asked about the matters in Min County, and then asked Qi Jiguang to suppress the Japanese. Finally, he asked: "How are you thinking about that?"

Lin Feng hesitated and said, "I have been thinking about this for a long time. Mr. Longquan is..."

Halfway through his words, the sound of rapid footsteps outside sounded. Liang Sheng stepped in with a solemn expression, and attached himself to Qian Yuan's ear and whispered: "Liu Hong is here."

"What?" Qian Yuan couldn't help but stand up suddenly and exclaimed.

Something happened, and Liu Hong, who had caused the Prime Minister to do everything in the capital, suddenly went south. Qian Yuan changed his mind. Could it be that the thing he had been looking forward to was...

"Zhenyao, go back first, let's talk tomorrow." Qian Yuan sat down slowly, bent his fingers and tapped the table, "bring people in."

When Lin Feng left, he saw a middle-aged man with one-armed arms coming quickly. He suddenly felt that Li Mo was right. Qian Yuan was accustomed to secretly planning things and had many secrets.

Liu Hong knelt down on one knee, held the envelope with one hand, Liang Sheng checked the fire paint as usual before handing it to Qian Yuan.

When Qian Yuan took out the envelope himself, he signaled Liu Hong to get up while taking out the letter paper. He glanced at the letter paper with only one number and frowned and asked, "How about you have a verbal message."

"It's that poem." Liu Hong's answer was concise, "The nine provinces are angry and rely on the wind and thunder, and thousands of horses are silenced together, which makes it sad."

"I advise God to shake up and bring talents without any restrictions." Qian Yuan smiled and continued the last two sentences, saying, "What happened?"

"The division should be protected, but the thief army broke into Anfu County. The two brothers, second sons, and three sons were all lost to the thief." Liu Hong said softly: "The army reported to the capital, and the old lady Ouyang fainted when she heard the news, and the imperial physician returned in vain."

Qian Yuan's hand holding the letter paper was trembling slightly. He was reminding himself that he would be calm whenever there was something big.

You cannot make decisions at will, but you cannot do so.

How to choose the time?

Nowadays, a sense of proportion is the most important thing.

There is only one number on the letter paper, "Fifteen."

There is no need to worry about speculation. Ouyang estimated that he would only have half a month's life. Once she died, Yan Shifan would have to support the coffin and return home to mourn for three years.

The curtain has opened, and then all kinds of characters will appear. Qian Yuan knows very well that Xu Jie has a complete plan.

What Qian Yuan had to do next was to disrupt Xu Jie's sense of rhythm.

No matter from which perspective, Qian Yuan and Xu Jie can no longer coexist in harmony.

Qian Yuan raised the letter paper, Liang Sheng immediately turned on the lampshade, the flames licked a corner of the letter paper, and soon a ball of flame turned into a ball of ashes.

"Beijingzhong delivers Peng Feng?"

"yes."
Chapter completed!