166. Chapter 166 No, please let the wind blow

Author: Dongchen Yuanxiu

Chapter 166 No, please let the wind blow

Dongcheng Camp,

Outside the coach’s tent,

Yang Hanyu was wrapped in a cloak and said stubbornly;

"I'm not sleepy. Well, after husband finishes his meal, he will take a nap there after he goes to bed."

Yang Hanyu said softly, handed over the twisted brocade cloth, and asked with curiosity in his charming eyes;

"Master Hou, he saw that there were many boxes of books in the camp. Is Mr. Lang very good at reading?"

Zhang Jinyu nodded and said;

"Well, when he is done and has nothing to do, he will stay in the camp and read some books. It's up to me if I don't want to go back. I don't want to go to the school ground or the sergeants' resting place."

"Then what do you want to eat when you come back for lunch?"

Yang Hanyu asked quietly.

Zhang Jinyu paused and said;

"Just make it simple. No need to go to any trouble. If you can't get it from the market outside, you can just buy a few bowls of noodle soup and snacks."

That goes against Zhang Jinyu's original intention, he can eat whatever he likes, he is basically eating a big pot of food with the soldiers, but when he saw Yang Hanyu, a delicate woman, he shook his head, thinking about it, it was not appropriate, so he changed his explanation.

Hearing this, Yang Hanyu glanced at Zhang Jinyu and said nothing more. Could it be the turn of the two girls at noon?

At that time, the drill classes in the military camp had come to an end, and the soldiers from various units began to go back to wash up and wait for meals.

Zhang Jinyu did not put down the brocade cloth, took Yang Hanyu back to the tent, and started eating without any pretense. Yang naturally ate a little with her.

The place where Zhang Jinyu lived was naturally not like the mansion. It was a simple tent with two tables, a few chairs, and a bed. They didn't even allow a charcoal-burning stove for fear of the smell.

Looking at Ms. Yang who was like a little daughter-in-law, Zhang Jinyu asked without putting any pressure on her;

"How does it feel to come here?"

"Both my husband and mother are good people, and I am very satisfied."

Zhang Jinyu finished eating a steamed bun and said vaguely;

"That's good. If you have nothing to do, read more books and learn to read. Reading can help you understand things. At least you won't be blind. Otherwise, if a woman is knowledgeable, she will have energy and be more beautiful."

As the saying goes,

Don’t laugh at the red-haired and flower-wearing king. Time has never failed to defeat beauty.

If there are poems and books hidden in the heart, the beauty will be captured and become true.

There has been a widespread custom in all dynasties that women without talent are not virtuous.

But had Dawu been in power, women had gradually become more knowledgeable, and were not as rigid as in the previous dynasty, and the temperament of educated women would last forever.

In the Grand View Garden, who can stand those pretty girls if their mouths are as harsh as a knife? Besides, the flowers bloom again and the moon blooms again, and people never meet for the first time.

Be sincere and beautiful, and be careful in your end.

Just like what Jia Baoyu said in the Red Mansions records, some women had a peerless jewel before leaving the palace, and when they got married, although they did not possess the jewel, they did not have the dazzling light, and they became a dead thing without any trace of it.

color.

Is it possible that no one has spoken out about this matter from ancient times to the present? What can be done and how to solve it?

Perhaps those women have not changed, but have they changed because of the world, the husband's family, and the burden of children. What should they do if they spend their youthful years before the age of 20, have children again, and become old and beautiful?

After listening to this, Yang Hanyu's eyes were blurred, and her warm red lips were repeating: If there are poems and books hidden in the heart, time will never defeat the beauty.

"My husband said it well. I have never heard such words before. I have acquired the demeanor of a Confucian general in this way. No wonder my subordinate is willing to die for you. There must be a reason."

While talking, Yang Hanyu suddenly stood up, hugged Zhang Jinyu and whispered in his ear;

"Husband, I am waiting for me."

Then he let go of his chair and continued to eat. If his ears were not blushing, he would have thought that he had just had an erotic dream.

Zhang Jinyu also smiled knowingly. After dinner, he took out a thousand-character essay on enlightenment and handed it over.

"I don't know how to read, but I want to learn a lot. If I learn a lot, I know how to be complete. A few words a day will be enough for a year."

As the saying goes, hills and mountains become taller when they accumulate low, and rivers become large when they combine with water.

Zhang Jinyu had great expectations for Yang Hanyu. Reading and writing to pass the time would be better if she could compose lyrics and poems to divert her attention. There could be less time in the backyard, and she would not be a fuel-efficient lamp.

Furthermore, legworkers can also learn more and try everything.

Yang Hanyu took the thousand-character article and held it in his arms. Looking at the serious look on those sword-browed eyebrows, he felt a little embarrassed for a moment, but there was always a lot of warmth and cruelty in his heart.

"I know."

Zhang Jinyu looked at Mrs. Yang who was a little unnatural and glanced at the porridge that was almost cold, patted her forehead and said with a smile;

"I blame him for what he said. Please hurry up and eat. It's too late to eat."

"Well, let's eat."

After saying that, he started to eat in small bites, very elegantly.

Zhang Jinyu shook his head when he saw it.

"He doesn't have so many rules. He can eat whatever he wants."

Yang Hanyu whispered;

"I'm used to it in the palace. Besides, Sir, I must have some dignity."

Zhang Jinyu finished the porridge, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and spoke softly;

"Then in front of outsiders, a person's dignity does not lie in this."

Zhang Jinyu wiped her mouth, peeled the hot eggs and put them in Yang's legs.

"Don't beg to treat yourself badly. It's very hot. Eat it."

Yang Hanyu suddenly seemed to be bright red and smiled brightly. At that moment, his style was peerless and independent.

"Don't worry, husband, Han Yu knows about it."

After taking a bite, it turned out to be so delicious that I couldn't help but shed a tear and wipe it away with my legs.

Zhang Jinyu changed into some smart clothes and went out.

The maid Huo'er suddenly said after seeing the Marquis leaving;

"Master, I haven't found the true God yet. I'm so kind to you."

"No, he didn't expect that coming here tomorrow would be the happiest day of his life. We come here to walk around and eat together. My husband is wrong. How can we be so polite? It's good to be happy when no one is around."

"That's not good."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Let's go east quickly."

Zhang Jinyu led his guards to inspect the camp, then returned to the main tent, took out a "Collected Commentary on the Analects of Confucius" from the book box and started reading.

After Yang Hanyu finished eating, he packed up, boiled a pot of water, made a pot of tea, and brought it over.

Seeing that Zhang Jinyu was actually walking at the main seat, reading a book as if no one else was around, he didn't dare to disturb him and quietly poured a cup of tea and placed it on the table.

Yang Hanyu read the Thousand-Character Essay for a while and became a little distracted. Then he thought about the northwest of Dawu. Could there be undercurrents there, like suppressed magma that could erupt at any time, and who knows how many people would die for it.

I had no choice but to ask,

"What do you think of Dawu, Sir? I once heard a doctor outside the palace say that although Dawu in the Ming Dynasty was prosperous, its worries have become apparent. If foreigners invade the south east, they may worry about the country."

When Zhang Jinyu heard that the book was being put away, she raised her head and looked at the beauty not far away. How could she talk about such national affairs? A woman knew that very well.

"I understand that very well. Although what those doctors said is reasonable, it doesn't matter to him whether it is wrong or not."

When Yang Hanyu saw her husband looking so calm and composed, he suddenly felt a slight cough in his heart. It was far different from the way he heard those doctors sighing and worrying about the country and the people during their discussions.

I couldn't help but asked curiously,

"Mr. Lang, what do you mean by this?"

Zhang Jinyu smiled confidently, looked at the exotic beauty with ridiculously red skin in front of her, and said;

"It's a very simple truth. There are two ways for foreigners to invade the Central Plains. There are two defense lines in the north. One is outside the Pass, and the other is in the northwest. Needless to say, outside the Pass, everything will be safe as long as they are there. Can there be Xiping in the northwest?

As for the county prince, there is no doubt about his strength."

Yang Hanyu listened very brightly, and knowing the meaning of these words, he asked those two people not to cause chaos, so that foreigners would not be allowed to enter the Central Plains. It seemed wrong.

Zhang Jinyu looked at Yang who was suddenly enlightened and said with a smile,

"I, I don't want to think about those court affairs. It's of no use. Besides, if the foreigners really come in, they will definitely be wiped out. The most difficult thing to deal with outside Dawu Pass are the wealthy families."

Yang Hanyu was silent.

At this time, the sky outside suddenly turned gloomy, and it seemed like it was snowing in the east. Reading and drinking tea with beautiful people outside the tent was one of the joys in life.
To be continued...