Meng De's new book!
Zhao Tong put his hands on the table and slowly sat down, his heart filled with ups and downs.
This set of military books has been lost to later generations. Except for the records in romances, the only traceable book in history is "Li Weigong Questions and Answers" of the Tang Dynasty.
The book "Wen Dui" is a collection of Taizong's military discussions with Wei Gong Li Jing.
It can be seen that Li Jing studied Meng De's new books, and this set of books was most likely lost during the troubled times in the late Tang Dynasty.
Asked about what he said, Meng De's new book has a total of fourteen chapters, thirteen of which are military strategies, and the last one is a precious political strategy.
Zhao Tong stroked the jade slip with his hand, gathered his energy, and looked at each word. At this glance, the sun was already setting in the west, and the sky was filled with sunset.
Just when he was about to continue reading at night, the housekeeper came to report and the palace sent someone to announce the invitation. Zhao Tong had no choice but to put down the jade slip and rushed to Yanfu Palace with the chamberlain.
Emperor Daojun was particularly happy today. He held a family banquet for all the children of Empress Zheng. During the dinner, the father was kind and the son was filial, and they had a great time.
After a long time of excitement, the banquet was over and everyone else left.
Emperor Daojun called Zhao Tong to the Imperial Study Room, and Xunxun said: "Second brother, this matter has been done very well. I am deeply impressed. If you want any reward, just tell me."
Zhao Tong said: "How dare I ask for a reward to share my worries for my father? I just wish that my father will achieve great success in Taoism and live a long and prosperous life."
Taojun shook his head and said: "But that's not the truth. The ministers below have accomplished such a big thing, and they still need generous rewards, let alone their own children? Second brother, don't you want gold and silver?"
Zhao Tong's heart was moved, but he shook his head and said: "My child has a salary, and he doesn't hold poetry gatherings and banquets on weekdays. It is enough for daily expenses, so there is no need for this."
Emperor Daojun looked at him, touched his beard, and said: "Second brother, are you happy with the beautiful women? I will reward you with a hundred beauties to fill the palace, and they will make your speech more fragrant."
The corners of Zhao Tong's eyes twitched and he said: "Dad, if you really want a reward, then I'll give you something and ask your father to agree."
Emperor Daojun said curiously: "Second brother, you don't want gold and silver beauties, do you want antiques and treasures?"
Zhao Tong greeted him and said: "Although the child is now in charge of the army for his father, he has also been learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and writings from sages since he was a child. He has always admired his father's good calligraphy, his beautiful bones, his leisurely fun, and his traces of immortality. My child If you want a painting from dad, please give me a reward."
When Emperor Daojun heard this, he was slightly startled, and then laughed: "Second brother really wins my heart, I'm sure, Zhang Di, come and moisten the ink and lay the paper, I want to write a thousand-character essay as a reward for the second brother Son!"
Zhao Tong hurriedly saluted again: "Thank you dad for the gift. The child will keep dad's calligraphy in the study room and copy it every day. I wish I could be as happy as dad."
Emperor Daojun smiled and said: "My second brother said this, and I naturally feel happy about it. But I remember that my second brother also wrote poems and lyrics when he was a child. His words shocked the scholars at that time and were also circulated in the market. Now I still remember a few sentences, It’s quite exciting, but why has there been no new work in recent years?”
Zhao Tong said: "How talented is this child? He just imitated his father. Now that he is no longer in the palace and far away from his father, he is feeling weak."
Emperor Daojun laughed again when he heard this, took the pen presented by Zhang Di, and began to write a thousand-character essay.
After writing it, Mo Qian gave it to him. When Zhao Tong left the palace with the words, the jade rabbit was hanging high and the night was getting dark.
Sitting in the sedan chair, he secretly thought to himself that this word would be worth a lot of money in future generations, but he didn't know how much silver it could be sold for.
After returning to the mansion, not wanting to take a nap, Zhao Tong went to the study again and continued to read Meng De's new book.
Soldiers, major events in the world, between life and death, the way of survival and destruction...
Soldiers are the door to the right and strange. The way of heaven is the right way, and the deceitful way is the strange. Beyond the straight and strange, there is still the hidden way...
As a soldier, the upper arm attacks the heart, the middle arm attacks the family, the lower arm attacks the city...
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Tong had been studying the art of war for several days. On this day, Hong Qi came to report that the dirty-clothed disciple who had come from the evil hole had been properly placed.
Zhao Tong thought for a moment and said, "You can pick those who are strong and loyal. After hard work, you can practice them for a short period of time. I will be of great use."
Hong Qi said: "Your Majesty, although we have relocated, there are too many people, so we are afraid of chaos."
Zhao Tong said: "It doesn't matter. Let's divide them into several branches and stay far away from each other. They don't allow each other to see each other. Each one will do his own thing. If he has enough food and clothing, and a room to sleep in, he will be quiet."
Hong Qi said again: "Your Majesty, why did Lu Qiu let his subordinates hang nine bags? He said that speaking in dirty clothes would have more weight."
Zhao Tong looked at him with sharp eyes and said, "How many Nine Pocket Elders are there in dirty clothes?"
Hong Qidao: "Originally there were seven or eight people. A few died when they destroyed Gui Fanlou. Now there are only three people."
Zhao Tong said: "There are three people. Counting you, there are four people. There is something wrong. We need to add one more."
Hong Qi frowned and said, "Where else is there anyone willing to do this job?"
Zhao Tong said coldly: "You are short-sighted. If you go back and read more, you will know the benefits. If you are in trouble, ask the old lieutenant and I will naturally give you some advice."
Hong Qi quickly confessed, and Zhao Tong thought about it: "Go to Suiyulou and fetch that lazy Zhu Xiaoyi. I have something to say."
Hong Qi resigned, and about half an hour later, Zhu Xiaoyi came into the house to pay his respects and said, "Your Majesty, who is a thousand years old, has summoned me. Do you have any orders for me?"
Zhao Tong looked at Zhu Xiaoyi and said with a smile: "Are you loyal?"
Zhu Xiaoyi was stunned and said hurriedly: "Going up the mountain of swords and entering the sea of fire, it's hard to change your loyalty."
Zhao Tong walked a few steps and said, "Why did you betray Wuyou Cave when you saw that cicada's wings looked like blades?"
Zhu Xiaoyi lowered his head and said: "Good birds choose trees to roost in, and wise ministers choose their masters to serve."
Zhao Tong paused: "Where did you learn so many words?"
Zhu Xiaoyi said sarcastically: "The prince gave me money, and I went to Goulan to listen to the opera for two days in a row. I sang on the stage, and I took note of it myself."
Zhao Tong said: "With money, you don't want to buy a home, but you go to Goulan to listen to music. I think you have bad habits that are hard to change!"
Zhu Xiaoyi said in a panic: "Your Majesty, it's not that I want to go, it's Ouyang Bei who wants to drag him away. I have to pay him for it. If he doesn't go, I'll greet him with a big fist like an alms bowl!"
Zhao Tong said: "You are waiting for your own business and I will ignore it. Now I have something for you to do. If you do it well, you will have a future. If you don't do it well..."
Zhu Xiaoyi hurriedly kowtowed: "Young ones can do well, but if they don't do well, they will be beaten and punished."
Zhao Tong said: "There is a Nine-Pocket Elder on the dirty clothes side. You go and do it."
Zhu Xiaoyi was stunned when he heard this: "Being a flowerhead? This young man is quite capable, but I don't know how many elders there are right now?"
Zhao Tong said meaningfully: "After the chaos in Guifanlou, there were only three people including Lu Qiu, so I asked Hong Qi to make one too."
Zhu Xiaoyi clapped his fingers and said: "That's four, including the little one, there are five. The little one understands!"
Zhao Tong looked at him and said, "Do you really understand?"
Zhu Xiaoyi said: "I really understand!"
Zhao Tong nodded: "That's good, go out and find Hong Qi, he will make arrangements."
Zhu Xiaoyi stood up and left. Zhao Tong saw that the sun was shining outside and walked out with his hands behind his hands.
When he came to the pavilion and sat down, something suddenly occurred to him. He sent someone to call Su Shi and asked, "How is Zhang's house doing?"
Su Shi said: "I often send people to check, and there are always people watching in the dark. I just don't know if they are from the Taiwei's Mansion. My lord, why don't you go and say hello to Gao Qiu?"
Zhao Tong sneered and said: "The officials are caring and pampering him. He doesn't dare to do anything openly, but secretly, even I have plotted against him. Now that the revenge of killing my son is all on my mother, how can I let it go?"
Su Shi said: "I'm afraid that he will violate the law."
Zhao Tong said: "Keep staring, I'll go see how you are doing."
After saying that, Zhao Tong walked to the back garden, passed several pavilions, and came to the small building. He saw the young lady holding a flower hoe, with a snow-white silk handkerchief wrapped around her forehead, wiping her sweat, and busy beside the garden. What are you wearing?
