Dark clouds hang low, the moonlight is hazy, and the stars are dim.
Although Jiangnan is a temperate zone, the cold wind on the street is still bone-chilling on a December day.
However, Zhao Desheng did not feel cold at all. Whenever he thought of being appointed as one of the commanders-in-chief of the Fourth Army, he felt a burning sensation in his chest.
He walked all the way back to the door in the dark, knocked on the door and went in.
As soon as they arrived at the courtyard, Mr. He came out from the lobby and said softly: "Why are you coming back so late?"
Zhao Desheng handed the helmet to his servant, strode over, picked up Mr. He, and headed straight for the bedroom.
He grabbed his neck and said angrily: "What are you doing? You haven't eaten yet!"
Without saying a word, Zhao Desheng kicked open the bedroom door with his foot, placed He on the bed, and began to take off his armor.
Mr. He had already had two fire pots placed in the house in advance, so the house was very warm.
Mr. He was lying on the bed, holding his chin with his hand, and said with a smile: "Why are you so anxious today?"
Zhao Desheng has already taken off his armor and started to take off his pants.
"I'm leaving soon, come and say goodbye to you!"
He was taken aback, quickly sat up and asked, "Where are you going?"
Zhao Desheng muttered: "Don't ask too much about military matters. Anyway, I won't be at home to celebrate the New Year this year!"
He picked up the pillow, threw it at him, and said resentfully: "You clearly promised me that you would rent a boat this year and take me to celebrate the New Year at Bao'an Lake, but you just changed it!"
Zhao Desheng took the pillow, put it back on the bed, and said, "Your Majesty has an order, what can I do?"
He murmured: "Your Majesty, it's true, how can anyone send people to fight during the Chinese New Year!"
Zhao Desheng raised his eyebrows and said: "It's just a woman's opinion. Without the king to lead us to win the battle, everyone will have an uneasy life. How can we live another year?"
He's face turned pale, recalling the time when she was almost insulted, she lowered her head and took off her clothes silently, without saying a word.
Two quarters of an hour later, Zhao Desheng dressed neatly and walked out of the house.
While arranging her hair, He followed behind and said, "Are you leaving tomorrow? Let's go and talk to father?"
Zhao Desheng said: "I'm leaving now!"
He changed his color and said: "Then there's no need to be so anxious!"
Zhao Desheng's eyes flashed and he said: "You don't understand. This is an opportunity specially given to me by Your Majesty to make meritorious service. I must not let it go! No need to say more, go and pack my luggage for me!"
Mr. He flattened his mouth and agreed quietly.
At the same time, Zhang Yangquan was having dinner in the back hall of the palace.
"Madam, little sister, I can't celebrate the New Year with you this year!" He said while lowering his head and eating.
Qin Lingjun raised her head and asked: "Why?"
Zhang Yangquan put down his chopsticks, looked at her and said: "The soldiers are fighting bloody battles on the front line and cannot be reunited with their families. I must also set an example. From tomorrow on, I will move to the military camp until the soldiers return!"
Qin Lingjun also put down her chopsticks and fell into silence.
Zhang Yangquan looked at her: "Don't you agree?"
Qin Lingjun was silent for a long time and said: "What you are doing is right, how can I disagree? It's just that the wind is strong in the military camp, and the weather is getting colder day by day. Please take care of yourself and don't get cold!"
While Qin Lingsi was eating her meal, she said vaguely: "Brother-in-law, I'll go with you!"
Qin Lingjun scolded: "Your brother-in-law is doing business! What are you going to do?"
Qin Lingsi pouted and said, "I'll help you take care of him!"
Zhang Yangquan smiled and said: "Little sister, just help me take good care of your sister and the baby in her belly!"
Qin Lingsi glanced at Qin Lingjun and muttered: "I know, since she has a baby in her belly, I'll let her do it as much as possible!"
Black lines began to appear on Qin Lingjun's face.
Early the next morning, Zhang Yangquan took his luggage and headed for the military camp in the north of the city.
Except for Zhao Desheng, most of the generals had not set off yet. After learning about this, they were all excited. They immediately said goodbye to their families, left Jiangdu, and headed south.
The days in the military camp are extremely boring. There is nothing to do after finishing the official documents, and there will be no military information coming from the front line for the time being.
So Zhang Yangquan mingled among ordinary soldiers every day, talking and chatting with them.
He did not hide his identity, and he often visited the military camp. All the soldiers knew him, and they couldn't hide it even if they wanted to.
At first, the soldiers were quite restrained, but after Zhang Yangquan ate several meals with them, everyone gradually relaxed.
On this day, Zhang Yangquan had lunch with a team of 100 people again, eating steamed buns and a large pot of vegetables.
When everyone saw that he ate the same food as everyone else, they all became closer to him.
"Your Majesty, when will you let us go to war? The last three-pronged southern expedition was without us, then we were without us in Jiqing, and now we are without us in Hangzhou!"
"Yes, is it because we are surrendering troops that you don't believe us?"
"Fart! Instead of surrendering my troops, why don't I stay in the camp like you? It makes sense for the king to do this. You just talk too much!"
Zhang Yangquan raised his hand and pressed it, and said to everyone: "Don't think too much, if I don't trust you, how can I let you guard the capital?"
Everyone felt that it was justified and they were all overjoyed. Someone shouted: "Did you hear that? The king trusts us, and we are all his personal guards!"
Zhang Yangquan added: "Brothers, we fight not only to achieve meritorious service, but more importantly to protect our families, so that everyone can live a peaceful life in the future, don't you think so?"
Everyone said in unison: "Yes!"
Zhang Yangquan added: "I know that you want to make meritorious deeds because you are motivated and want to get ahead. This is a good thing. I will definitely give you the opportunity to make meritorious deeds in the future!"
Everyone was overjoyed and cheered in unison: "Long live the king!"
Zhang Yangquan smiled and scolded: "Stop shouting, how can anyone in this world live ten thousand years? I only need twenty years to lead you to drive away the Mongols, so that we Han people will no longer be bullied!"
Everyone was excited when they heard this, and hundreds of troops from afar also gathered around. Someone said: "Your Majesty, I am from the north, and the Mongols are evil! Can we really defeat them?"
A veteran cursed: "Bullshit! We have defeated them so many times, it is only a matter of time before we drive them away!"
Another person said: "Your Majesty, Liu Futong is on the Northern Expedition, will he be overtaken by this old boy?"
"How dare he? Even if we get the upper hand, we can only have one king in the world, and King Xiao Ming is nothing!"
"Yes, we will do it with him when the time comes!"
Everyone was talking to each other, but Zhang Yangquan couldn't get in the conversation at all, so he simply looked at them with a smile, and ended up eating the meal for an hour.
If Fang Yuan continued to chat, it would get dark, so we had to persuade him to return to the handsome tent.
After lunch, Zhang Yangquan felt a little sleepy, so he squinted his eyes and took a nap.
In a daze, I heard someone shouting from the side: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"
Zhang Yangquan opened his eyes and sat up. He looked up and said, "It's three shots. What's wrong?"
Yang Sanqiang said: "Your Majesty, Mr. Song Lian has been waiting outside for more than half an hour to ask for an audience!"
Zhang Yangquan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly became more awake and asked: "How long have I been sleeping?"
Yang Sanqiang whispered: "It's almost an hour!"
Zhang Yangquan patted his cheek, stood up and said, "Go and ask Mr. Song to come in." He slowly walked to the handsome case and sat down.
After a while, Song Lian walked in and said with a smile: "Song Lian, a common man, pays homage to the king!"
Zhang Yangquan said quickly: "Mr. Song, there is no need to be polite, please sit down."
Song Lian went to sit on a pony on the right hand side and said with a smile: "The common people heard that the king moved to the military camp. They guessed that the king must be bored in the camp, so they took the liberty to visit and present a book to the king!"
Zhang Yangquan was very interested: "What book?"
Song Lian took out a booklet from his sleeve and handed it over.
"Your Majesty, please take a look."
Zhang Yangquan took it and took a look, only to see the four words "Dao Yi Zhi Lue" written on the cover, and the author's name was Wang Dayuan.
Song Lian smiled and said: "Wang Dayuan, the author of this book, is a navigator. He has been to more than two hundred areas in total, some are countries and some are tribes. The customs of the foreign countries recorded in the book are quite interesting. Your Majesty may wish to take a look at them!"<
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Zhang Yangquan was slightly startled and hurriedly flipped through the booklet and read it carefully.
The more he looked, the more frightened he became. This Wang Dayuan was simply a strange man!
Judging from the customs and geographical descriptions in the book, he has not only been to Cambodia, Singapore, Malaysia, Iran and other regions, but also Australia and Africa!
In the book, Australia is called Losos. Wang Dayuan and his fellow businessmen all believed that it was the last island in the world, so they called it the Absolute Island.
The people there do not weave or wear clothes, they cover their bodies with bird feathers, they eat their hair and drink their blood, and they live in caves.
In addition, there are some very interesting records. For example, there are Han people living in Chenla State, who call themselves Tang people.
In a place called Malujian, the chief is actually a Han Chinese, his surname is Chen, and he is from Linzhang.
That man was originally a local official in the Yuan Dynasty, and later went to sea to establish his own country. Under his governance, the small tribe became strong and powerful, and often wiped out other tribes.
He also sent people back to the Yuan Dynasty, hoping to be canonized by the imperial court. Unfortunately, the Yuan Dynasty regarded him as a wild force and refused to recognize him, leaving him with regrets throughout his life.
In addition, some of the troops from the Yuan Dynasty's expedition to Java stayed in a place called Goulan Mountain and lived there.
There is another very interesting phenomenon in Nanyang. The monarchs there attach great importance to the Han people who come to do business, so they give them extra care.
If the Han people kill the local natives, they do not have to pay with their lives, but if the natives kill the Han people, they must pay for their lives with one life.