At the beginning of night, the inner courtyard of the Waidongchang Yamen was bustling with noise. Cups and chips were exchanged, fists were played and orders were guessed. It was strange that it was originally just a private banquet hosted by Chang Yu for the Song brothers and sisters. Later, a group of personal attendants joined and then the four battalions under his command. All the commanders came, and later even Tang Potian joined.
More and more dishes were served, and more wine was added to the table. Everyone's face was full of smiles, as if they were crazy or drunk. Even a steady person like Chen Wangting was uncharacteristically pulling Li Muchian to fistfight.
Chang Yu was the only one who was awake, sitting in the main seat, serving tea and sipping tea. He looked around with a smile and everyone was filled with emotion. If an outsider saw this scene, would he yell at them, a business woman, for not knowing how to hate the country? But who would? I know that these people left the city to kill the enemy as if they were dead last night. Why are they so rude at this time? It is because they don’t know whether they will live or die tomorrow. Regardless of whether the Tatars attack the city or retreat, they will be the ones at the front as long as the battle starts. He is also the person closest to death.
"Mr. Factory Supervisor, I would like to offer you a glass of humiliation." When everyone was enjoying themselves, Song Luoyu came up with a wine glass. Everyone had taken turns to toast to his brother and sister. Chang Yu also intervened and cursed Tu Yuan and others. What do you think of men pouring wine on other girls? It seems that Song Luoyu refused to accept everyone who came. After several times, apart from her face being crimson and not drunk, she was actually drinking a lot. Wuzhong, who was known as a man who could drink a thousand glasses of wine and kept shouting to hold back the wine for her, slipped under the table at this time. Holding Fan Jiaqian's thigh tightly.
Chang Yu raised his head and glanced at her: "The wine is not intoxicating but it makes you drunk. You'll have a headache tomorrow after drinking so much." Song Luoyu smiled and said, "I'm happy today but I'll have a headache tomorrow."
Seeing his boldness and uninhibitedness, Chang Yu smiled slightly and drank tea instead of wine: "In the future, I will have the opportunity to introduce you to the matchmaker. She is also a hero among women."
Song Luoyu, however, seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Mr. Factory Supervisor, are you looking down on me, a female class member who doesn't want to stay in a humble position in the East Factory and take orders, so he wants to throw it to the Red Lady? If I had a humble position before, I would have accepted it, but I just found out that the Red Lady is now They are non-combat troops and are only responsible for some repairs and repairs. I apologize for my humble position, but I won’t go!”
Um... Sure enough, there are children from all walks of life. Chang Yu looked stunned, but he also sighed that this girl was very smart. She could see through his own thoughts at once. He was startled and said with a wry smile: "Women are not allowed to be inferior to men, but this governor actually For such a person with no vision, how can you extrapolate it when Dongchang is employing people and your extraordinary skills are what you want?"
Song Luoyu then showed his face and said: "Thank you, Mr. Factory Supervisor."
Chang Yu sighed in his heart, how could it be convenient for a woman and a group of big men to do business? Hey, how did he know that Song Luoyu had been accustomed to wandering around the world since he was a child?
Late at night, the lights on the city flickered. Wang Jiayan patrolled the city with red eyes. Bonfires were lit around the outside of the city, and the laughter of the Qing army could be heard from time to time. This group of people had been tossing all day long with various provocations until late at night, with the intention of Enraged, the Ming army left the city.
In the palace of Qianqing in the inner palace of the imperial city, Emperor Chongzhen stared at the candlelight in a daze, holding the wine glass tightly in his hand. No one knew what he was thinking, not even Wang Chengen, who was accompanying him. He only knew that the emperor had drunk it. Seven or eight cups, which was rare in the past.
The lights were brightly lit inside the Waidongchang Yamen, but the noise was gone. Everyone had fun and went home to find their own rooms to sleep. The mess in the lobby was busy cleaning up. Chang Yu stood at the door with a cup of tea and stared at the moonlight in the sky in a daze. , this is the seventh pot he drank tonight.
"Aren't you going to have some rest, factory supervisor?" Qiao Sanxiu walked out of the hut. He was the one who drank the least tonight.
"The moonlight is sultry, this long night of unintentional sleep." Chang Yu chuckled. Qiao Sanxiu was an honest man and didn't know how to answer the question, so he clasped his fists and said, "Factory supervisor, rest early" and left.
It was so boring. Chang Yu smiled bitterly. This honest man was far less interesting than the jokes made by Wu Zhong and Li Muxian. He sat in the courtyard for a while and felt the injury on his neck. He felt that the pain was a little lighter and he felt a little more at ease. Then I went back to my room to sleep.
When the first ray of sunshine rose in the morning, Chang Yu got up, washed up, and walked to the courtyard. He saw Chunxiang boxing. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Why did you get up so early? I remember you drank a lot yesterday."
Chunxiang glanced around and chuckled: "Drink water, drink that stuff, I'm really not good at it." Chang Yu suddenly realized and laughed: "You are quite smart, pretending to be like me. Hide it."
The two chatted again, and Chang Yu asked Chunxiang to punch him to see if he had been lazy during this period. Chunxiang used his full strength. He was the second-in-command of the Dongchang at this time. Chang Yu was out to lead troops in the Dongchang, and almost all the affairs of the Dongchang were handled by him. The host is extremely busy, but he doesn't dare to slack off. He insists on daily morning exercises. I don't know if his skills have improved, but he has become stronger and stronger. Compared with the dry and thin body a few months ago, he is completely different.
Seeing the strength of his fists, Chang Yu nodded repeatedly, and then began to point out his fighting skills: "The simpler things are, the more effective they are. The most powerful things are those that have been practiced over and over again..." Chang Yu explained while practicing: " Kung fu in boxing and kicking is not so fancy. Just remember three words: fast and accurate, fast is speed, ruthless is strength, and accuracy is skill. As long as you master the three elements and practice them persistently, you will be invincible..."
Chunxiang's speed and strength were naturally not as good as Chang Yu's, and he hadn't even entered the mainstream yet. This thing couldn't be accomplished in a day, so Chang Yu taught him some more attack techniques and let him practice more every day. Because he was injured and it was inconvenient to practice, he called in another The masters from Dongchang came over for training.
Dongchang has recently recruited many good players, including many first-class masters. This is one of the reasons why the guards dared to get drunk last night. At this time, they chose one to sparring with Chunxiang. Chang Yu was beside him to guide him, and Chunxiang kissed him. If a brother is very serious and strict in his instruction and cannot master various knee and elbow attack techniques three times, he will be scolded loudly.
Half an hour later, Chunxiang was sweating like rain, his whole body was soaked and he was panting. His sparring partners had already been replaced by three people. Chang Yu only stopped when he was exhausted, "Brother, I'm so tired." Chunxiang lay on the ground panting.
Chang Yu curled his lips and said, "Tired? No matter how hard you work, you will gain something. If you practice hard over time, you will finally succeed. In these troubled times, it is always safer to have skills at your side."
"Brother, please tell me the truth. How many years have you been practicing Kung Fu?" Chunxiang remembered that Chang Yu was so thin and weak when he first entered the palace that he could not show any martial arts skills at all. It was not until he was beaten up that he was on the verge of death. , it’s well hidden.
"Three or four years," Chang Yu looked up at the sun. In fact, he had been practicing martial arts for ten years in his previous life.
"Brother, you are really a prodigy in martial arts. You can become the number one master in the palace in three or four years." Chunxiang stretched out his thumb and sighed. Chang Yu snorted and disagreed: "The masters in the palace rarely fight in actual combat, and there are so many who can defeat them in the world, so The number one master in Ouchi has too much water and is nothing to be proud of. If you see Chen Wangting and the others take action, you will know how terrifying ten years of skill is. The so-called gravel stone is really not a joke." He said and walked away not far away. Qiao Sanxiu came and said, "Master Qiao, how many years have you been practicing martial arts?"
Qiao Sanxiu thought for a while: "It's been more than twenty years."
"Can you give this kid a look?" Chang Yu pointed at Chunxiang on the ground and chuckled.
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On the eve of the war, let's fill in the gaps with some warm little episodes.
