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"Father, why did the queen beat her son?"

"Hmph! Why did I beat you? What do you think?"

The emperor looked at Zhao Fang and asked.

"How can this important matter of diplomatic relations between the two countries be a trivial matter? Just give it away if you ask Beiliao to give it away?"

Looking at the emperor's appearance under the bright yellow candlelight,

Zhao Fang stood up and walked to the emperor, tugged on the emperor's sleeves and said: "Father! That can't be said by Bei Liao, so we just agree! Since the founding of our country, there has been no precedent for marrying a noble girl to a foreign country. !”

The emperor threw the memorial on the table and looked at his only son angrily: "Stop pulling it, your sleeves will be torn! You just listened to a few words from your mother, do I agree?"

Zhao Fang was surprised and said: "Ah? Father, you didn't agree?"

After saying that, Zhao Fang rolled his eyes, looked at the emperor and whispered: "Father, you didn't want to build a good relationship between the two countries from the beginning?"

The corner of the emperor's mouth raised, he picked up the memorial from the imperial desk and unfolded it, lowered his eyes and continued to read.

"Father, you really think so!"

"That's right. If we really have a good relationship between the two countries, it will be inconvenient for us to do anything in the future!"

"Father, what are you looking at? It's dark and the lights are dim. Let me read it to you!"

The emperor stretched out his hand and handed over the memorial.

While Zhao Fang was sorting out the memorials for his own reading, he said, "Father, do you think the queen is teasing her son?"

"Your mother is teaching you not to listen to the wind or rain in anything, but to think more and investigate more."

Zhao Fang nodded, holding the memorial and imitating the courtiers in bowing their hands in a salute: "Thank you for your teachings."

The emperor raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously feeling very satisfied.

After Zhao Fang stood up, he began to read the memorial in his hand: "Father, this is a memorial for the officials to evaluate the merits of the frontline soldiers? Where did you see it?"

After the emperor hummed, he clicked on the memorial that Zhao Fang had unfolded.

Zhao Fang glanced at it and said, "Well, the British Duke Zhang's father has already seen it?"

The emperor nodded.

Zhao Fang then said loudly:

"Zhonglianglang (28th level of martial arts) Xu Zaiduan has accumulated military merit and is planned to be promoted to Wuyi Dafu (22nd level of martial arts)"

"Fang'er, stop for a moment."

"Father?"

The emperor shook his head and said: "What a bunch of officials from the Subordinate Department! The Xu family's Dalang is one level higher, and he is now a Wuyi doctor (the twenty-first level of the martial arts level)."

"Yes, Father."

After saying this, Zhao Fang placed the memorial on the imperial case and added a few strokes.

Zhao Fang continued to read crisply.

"Wujielang (38th level of martial arts) celebrates the tiger, and the accumulated military merits are planned to be promoted to Yiweilang (30th level of martial arts)"

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"Dun Wu Lang (Martial Arts Level 43) and Di Jing's accumulated military merits are planned to be promoted to Wugong Lang (Martial Arts Level 35)."

"Dun Wulang, Zhang Fangsong has accumulated military merits and plans to be promoted to Wu Xianlang (37th level of martial arts)"

"Dun Wulang, Zhang Fang has accumulated military merits and plans to be promoted to Wujielang (the 38th level of martial arts)"

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"Xiu Wu Lang (Martial Level 44) Guo Kui has accumulated military merits and plans to be promoted to Wu Lue Lang (Martial Level 39)"

"Xiu Wu Lang Yue He"

"Well, do you still remember Guo Kui, Yue He and Fang'er?" the emperor said.

Zhao Fang nodded: "Father, I remember that they are all warriors recommended by Brother Jing."

The emperor smiled and said: "Also add one level."

"Yes! Thank you Father"

Zhao Fang wrote a few strokes with a smile on his face.

In fact, this is the difference between ordinary warriors and noble disciples.

The forty-fourth level of martial arts, ‘Xiu Wu Lang’, is a watershed moment for martial artists.

It can be understood that from the forty-fourth level up, the status of a warrior has changed greatly. In today's terms, this person is no longer a non-commissioned officer but an officer.

Sanlang and Shilang of the Zhang family surrendered to the command of Marquis Yongyi several months later than Guo Kui.

But because of their origins, the two princes and sons started out as Atsushiro!

This was deliberately suppressed by the British public.

This was almost the same for Zheng Xiao under General Zheng Jun.

They started twelve levels higher than Guo Kui.

Zhao Fang continued to read:

"Lu Junyi, Cong Yilang (the 45th level of martial arts), has accumulated military exploits and plans to be promoted to Wu Yilang (the 42nd level of the martial arts)"

"From Yilang Wusong, accumulated military exploits, planned to be promoted to Shuwulang (forty-fourth level of martial arts)"

"Bingjie Lang (Martial Arts Level 46) Fang Ding."

"Li Tianrun"

"Deng Yuan Jue"

"Father?" Zhao Fang looked at the emperor hopefully.

The emperor nodded helplessly.

Zhao Fang was busy writing again.

After going through battles, Wu Song, Deng Yuanjue and others have transformed from soldiers into officers.

If there were no high-level battles, no matter how outstanding they were in the military, they would still have to work their way up from the bottom to the top before they would have a chance to be promoted. If they had the chance, they would not necessarily be promoted to military attache.

And now,

They went north this year after competing with the Golden Warriors at the polo field.

Less than ten months,

Those who are capable have already raised their heads, walked the path of others for seven or eight years, and became military attachés of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The emperor looked at Zhao Fang who had finished correcting it. When Zhao Fang was about to continue reading, the emperor said: "Fang'er, let's stop here."

Zhao Fang was stunned: "Ah? Father, I haven't found Brother Jing yet."

The emperor smiled, took out a fold of the memorial from the imperial case, handed it to Zhao Fang and said, "Young man from the Xu family, it's in this memorial."

Zhao Fang quickly took it and turned it over quickly.

Although Xu Zaijing was a senior officer under his father in the Northwest Army and was in charge of more than a dozen people, this was his position and not his military rank (military rank).

Besides, when he went to the northwest, both the emperor and the empress knew about it.

Therefore, Xu Zaijing's military rank when he joined the army was Wu Yilang (level 42). He Guan, who 'protected' Xu Zaijing, had been in the army for many years and had the same military rank on his head.

Zhao Fang looked at the memorial and read it carefully: "Wu Yi Lang Xu Zaijing, with outstanding military exploits, is planned to be promoted to Wu Yi Da Gongwei Lang??? (level 32)."

Zhao Fang said anxiously: "Father! Brother Jing blocked the enemy and entered the Xingqing Mansion. The official department plans to be promoted to Wuyi doctor (the twentieth level. That is, he has been promoted to twenty levels in a row). Isn't that very good?" Okay? Why did you mark it?"

As he said that, Zhao Fang pointed to the place on the memorial where the emperor had scratched it.

The emperor raised his lips and said, "Fang'er, look down."

Zhao Fang looked down according to his words.

"Wu Yilang He Guan has outstanding military exploits and plans to be promoted to Gongweilang"

"Wu Yi Lang Yin Qingyun. Plans to be promoted to You Wu Lang (Martial Arts Level 34)"

".Alan dispersed the fog and planned to be promoted to Wu Yilang."

"Wang Yan is about to be promoted."

"I am ready to improve my mind"

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Looking at the memorial, the scouts under Xu Zaijing's command and the soldiers of the Zhou Dynasty who entered the Xingqing Mansion with him, they were promoted to a very wide range of martial arts ranks, which were greater than those of the British princes.

Zhao Fang said hesitantly: "Father, are you taking all the credit?"

The emperor nodded: "Fang'er, this martial arts level has an end! It must be rewarded slowly. It's better to break those military achievements into silver coins and give them to him."

Zhao Fang nodded solemnly.

"Besides, that boy from the Xu family doesn't care about this thing."

Zhao Fang looked at the emperor.

The emperor looked at the memorial in Zhao Fang's hand and said: "We in Zhou Dynasty do not value civility over military affairs! But speaking of it, we still use culture to control military affairs."

"Military merit is not rare for a boy from the Xu family, but if he wants to join the center in the future, he must have a good background after all! He must be on the list!"

Zhao Fang nodded: "Father, that's right! It's getting late, Father, let's go back!"

"Um!"

The emperor nodded and stood up from the dragon throne.

On the way back to the dormitory,

In the windless corridor, a few steps away was a female official carrying a bright yellow lantern.

The father and son walked slowly: "Fang'er, after this year you will have to sleep by yourself, are you afraid?"

"Father, my sons and ministers are not afraid."

"Father, will the soldiers from the northwest come back?"

The beard on the emperor's lips moved and he said, "It's too cold."

"Oh! When they come, I want to treat them to dinner."

The emperor chuckled: "How about some wine?"

"With permission from my father, I will eat a few bowls."

The chief minister following the two men listened to the conversation between the father and son with a smile on his face.

Although the chief minister has seen this scene many times,

But every time I see him, my heart always feels warm.

In the past, when there was no prince,

When the emperor returned to the palace after handling government affairs, his back was always hunched, he looked lonely and depressed, and he would sigh from time to time.

Shortly after the prince was born,

The emperor's figure seemed to be in a hurry.

now,

The back figures turned into a father and son.

The chief minister looked at him from behind and wanted to smile.

The emperor also seemed to be full of energy and energy all day long.

Before Bai Gao surrendered, the imperial officials looked at the emperor as if he was several years younger.

Thinking of this, the group of people had arrived at the queen's bedroom.

Zhao Fang took the lead to step into the palace and complained loudly to the queen: "My mother and my father didn't agree."

On the second day,

It's not yet dawn,

Ningyuan Hou Mansion,

Gu Tingyu had already gone to court.

In an open space many times smaller than the Xu Family Racecourse, the young boy Zhique was standing aside holding a lantern.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The sound of swinging sticks resounded in the clearing.

At this time,

There were footsteps on the verandah behind Zhique.

Zhique looked back and quickly bowed: "Master Hou."

"Um."

Gu Yankai walked over with his hands behind his back.

Standing under the verandah, Gu Yankai looked at the figures moving around in the open space and whispered: "Does he get up so early every day?"

"Yes, Lord Marquis, the young master will practice under the veranda when it rains."

Looking at the ground under the lantern light, whose color was different from the surroundings due to frequent treading, Gu Yankai nodded.

Subsequently,

Gu Yankai walked to the weapons rack, picked out an unedged round-headed spear and held it in his hand.

Warm up slowly,

Gu Yankai looked at Gu Tingye who was standing by with a gun and said, "Come on!"

Gu Tingye lifted the spear off the ground with eager hands, held it in his arms, and then struck at Gu Yankai.

As the saying goes, a boxer is afraid of a young man, and a stick is afraid of an old man.

Gu Tingye has been practicing spear training for more than ten years, but he is still much younger than Gu Yankai who has experienced battles.

After a few moves,

Feeling the cold, blunt tip of the gun resting on his neck, Gu Tingye couldn't help but swallow the cold saliva.

Gu Yankai took back his spear and said, "Come again!"

The sky is brightening

Gu Tingyi yawned and took the maid to his mother's hall to have breakfast.

Seeing Gu Yankai in the hall, Gu Tingyi was slightly stunned.

After thinking for a while, he realized that Gu Hou had returned home.

Gu Tingyi felt the strangely quiet atmosphere in the hall: "Father, mother, sister-in-law."

After squatting for a moment, Gu Tingyi sat next to Ping Mei at the table and winked at his sister-in-law.

Looking at her sister-in-law's eyes, Pingmei shook her head.

"cough!"

Bai Shi coughed.

Gu Tingyi hurriedly picked up the spoon on the table and stirred the rice porridge in the soup bowl in front of him. He looked up and saw his mother rolling her eyes at his father Gu Yan, who also had a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face.

Shengjia Academy,

The curtains in the room have been opened,

The winter morning sun shines in.

Zhuang Xuexue opened the cotton curtain and took off the ear protection on his ears.

Taking off his thick cloak and putting it aside, Xuexue Zhuang sat on the Arhat chair behind the table and glanced around, then looked curiously at Gu Tingye sitting in the middle: "Erlang, what's wrong with your face?"

Gu Tingye, whose cheekbones were red and swollen, winced in pain. He stood up and forced a smile and said, "Pedant, the student was walking at home and accidentally stepped on the ice and slipped."

Zhuang Xuexue looked at Gu Tingye: "It's better to be more careful in the future."

"Yes, pedant!"

Xuexue Zhuang nodded, waved his hand for Gu Tingye to sit down and said, "The general examination will be in February next year, and you won't have the chance to participate. Here are the questions from the provincial examination in the previous two years, Changbai."

Hearing the scholar's voice, Chang Bai handed some papers on his desk to Zai Zhang first, and then passed them to the back.

"The six of you will do this question first."

Everyone raised their hands: "Yes, scholar!"

Xuexue Zhuang waved his hand and looked at the three Landaos on the other side: "The three girls should also hand in their calligraphy homework."

At noon,

The unfinished homework of Chang Bai, Xu Zaijing and others was still on the table.

Outside the school,

Gu Tingye took Xu Zaijing's arm and walked towards the door of the yard, followed by Qingyun.

After waiting for a while in the outer courtyard of Sheng’s house,

Gu Tingye's servant Zhique came over with two sugar canes in his arms: "Sir, would you like the two sugar canes I bought on the roadside?"

"Okay, okay! Give me the knife too!"

With that said, Gu Tingye took the sugar cane and dagger handed over by Zhique.

After a rough comparison, he used a dagger to cut the two sugar canes to the length of a spear, and threw one of them to Xu Zaijing.

"Goro, come, let's spar and learn from each other."

Xu Zaijing shook his head and said: "Brother Ye, you are no match for me, so forget it!"

With that said, Xu Zaijing threw the sugar cane in his hand back into Gu Tingye's arms.

Gu Tingye was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xu Zaijing who turned around and walked away: "Hey! Wulang! Stay! Let me ask you for advice! Let me ask for advice from a master who has been on the battlefield!"

Xu Zaijing turned around and smiled: "That's pretty much it."

With that said, Xu Zaijing took the sugar cane again and said, "Come! Brother Ye, what do you want to ask me?"

The two people gestured in slow motion,

Gu Tingye frowned and said: "Wu Lang, how come you are like my father and don't defend your chest, so you just stab me in the face! You lose!"

Xu Zaijing: "Brother Ye, let's do it slowly again. Think carefully about who loses."

After the gesture, Gu Tingye hesitated and said: "I won! My spear poked your chest faster than Wulang when you hit my face!"

Xu Zaijing shook his head helplessly, and then raised his chin towards Qingyun.

Qingyun, who was understanding on the side, bowed and raised his hands, explaining: "Erlang, we all wear armor on the battlefield, and the place you poked happened to be where the thick armor is! My young master poked his face, and he will be beaten even if he has a visor." "

"My young master won!"

Next to him, Xu Zaijing was cutting sugar cane with Zhique's dagger and said, "Brother Ye, don't you wear armor when you exercise?"

Gu Tingye's eyes wandered: "Hey! It's so early in the morning, the armor is so cold, how can I wear it?"

"So you can't realize it!"

After saying that, Xu Zaijing returned the dagger to Zhique and walked towards the school with the peeled snow-white sugar cane.

Turn around,

Gu Tingyi yawned again and entered the breakfast hall.

Glancing at it,

Today her mother Bai's face looked even worse.

The family members bowed and sat down in front of the table. Gu Tingyi saw a small patch of purple on the face of her father, who had his back to her.

"Father, what's wrong with your face?"

"Have a meal!"

Bai said softly.

Maybe it snowed too much last year.

This year there are only two snowfalls in Bianjing since the beginning of winter.

It's the end of November and it's almost the twelfth lunar month, and there's still not a single snowfall.

Bianjing Outer City,

On the wall of the tall Wanshengmen tower, the city guards looked at the smoke and dust rising in the distance.

After a while,

A line of capable cavalry without armor and wearing silk or cotton masks to protect themselves from the cold was stationed outside the city.

The knights looked at the towering towers,

Two of the knights, whose faces could not be seen clearly with their cold masks, looked at each other and said in unison: "You shouldn't have given birth yet, right?"