"Um?"

Ji Yun was stunned.

"I know this thing sounds absurd, but there is nothing in the world that is not absurd. You Ji Yun is our number one penman in the Qing Dynasty. He is very knowledgeable. You are also studying the history of the Ming Dynasty. Let me see if you can do it when you have time.

Check out the history”

Jia Liu really hoped that Ji Yun could modify his personal file for him.

He really didn't want to fight with the Xinghan army.

Therefore, it is necessary to find common ground between the two parties.

If you respect the Ming Dynasty, I can also respect the Ming Dynasty.

If necessary, I, a great general, can follow the example of Emperor Shunzhi and go to Chongzhen's grave to cry for a long time and call Chongzhen "big brother".

"Don't look at me with such strange eyes. I am able to get to where I am today because of my shamelessness."

Jia Liu was quite candid and signaled Ji Yun to put away his unfriendly eyes.

"In the past, when we fought for power and changed dynasties, we usually had to kill many people, so that people were devastated and the people were in dire straits. The so-called prosperity means the people suffer. Death means the people suffer. I have climbed up from the grassroots step by step. I really see the suffering of the people.

It hurts in my eyes."

Jia Liu instructed Ji Yun to complete this task, not only to be reasonable and credible, but also to be seamless and never give anyone a reason to make mistakes.

"If you think about it, I'll go outside and inspect it."

After leaving Ji Yun, who was confused and filled with bitterness, Jia Liu walked out of the Confucian Temple Hotel surrounded by a group of personal guards.

At this time, the night was dark and windy, and the snowflakes were still falling. All the white air came out, and my hands and face were very cold.

The captain of the Bao brigade was worried that the prince was freezing, so he kindly persuaded him: "The prince is a rich man, so I can leave the night patrol to the general!"

"As a commander, the most taboo thing is to leave all matters, big and small, to the subordinates, because in this way they can easily be deceived by the subordinates."

Jia Liu was afraid of the cold, but he was more concerned about whether the tens of thousands of Eight Banners soldiers accompanying him on the expedition could live well in the wind and snow, eat well, have enough clothes to keep warm, and have enough wood to make fires to ward off the cold.

Seeing that he could not be persuaded, the captain of the security team had no choice but to keep the prince and walk towards the street ahead.

The officers and soldiers living in the city, except for Jia Liu's headquarters troops and the Zhengbai Banner Guards, were camped outside the city.

There is no way, Xinye is a small county town, and the vacant houses in the city cannot accommodate the army unless the people are driven out of their homes.

After leaving the city, he first came to the dressing camp of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Jia Liu randomly selected a few tents and went in to inquire about the warmth. He even put his hand into the dressing and bedding to feel if it was warm.

The family members were deeply moved by the family feud, and they all said that the General Wang was really a good prince who loved his people like his own son.

Not long after, Jia Liu and his party went to Huangdaizi Camp again.

When they arrived at the camp gate, Baozhu wanted to know that the officers from Huangdaizi Battalion were coming, but Jia Liu said no need and went straight to the outpost in front of the camp gate.

The scene that caught his eye made him furious.

The few yellow-belted soldiers who were on duty here were huddled in the corner, sitting on the ground paved with hay, sleeping with their muskets in their arms.

I was quite clever. I found a few wooden boards from somewhere and used wooden sticks to hold them against the wind.

There was a burning bonfire in front of him.

There really is no mud on the wall, and the vigilance is so lax. If there is an attack by thieves, wouldn't it be possible for them to take the blame?

"asshole!"

Baozhu stepped forward angrily and tried to wake up these lazy yellow-belted soldiers with a riding crop.

He didn't want to but was stopped by the General Wang. Then he saw the General taking off his cloak without saying a word and gently covering it on a sleeping yellow-strap soldier.

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