All kinds of complicated things poured into her mind, making Feng Ziying feel a little dazed.
As soon as he returned home, Wang Wenyan spent an hour giving a report on the internal and external situation in the past few months. He poured it into Feng Ziying's head, making Feng Ziying a little dizzy.
I had been on the boat for a day and a night, and after the bumpy journey back, I was really tired, so I just fell asleep after listening to it, not bothering to think about anything.
I had a particularly clear sleep this time, and now I can just lie in bed and think aimlessly.
Feng Ziying is not sure whether the current situation in the DPRK is good or bad. It seems that the situation in Shaanxi and Liaodong has been calmed down by herself. Although there are still some hidden dangers in Liaodong, Feng Ziying feels that Nurhaci will have to go back and lick it in the short term. Just lick the wound.
The overall situation in Sichuan has been decided. In Shanxi, it seems that Yuan Keli has barely controlled the situation. On the Xuanfu side, the Chahar people's offense does not seem to have the effect they want. Ma Chengxun's performance is passable, but Feng Ziying is always worried. This line is too tight. Once the White Lotus Sect breaks out in the mainland, the Chahar people who have been harassing them will be a serious problem that may stab their waists and bleed at any time.
Speaking of the troops coming to cover up the water and the earth, the Zhou Dynasty still seemed to have sufficient military strength, but Feng Ziying also knew that the imperial court's financial resources were no longer able to support such a large-scale war.
While he was still in Liaodong, he received a letter from the Cabinet, the Ministry of War and the Qi Division. There was only one implication: to end the war as soon as possible and stabilize the situation. The Nanjing issue must be resolved first, and the situation in Liaodong must not be allowed to evolve into a crisis or become a quagmire for Nanjing. There is an opportunity to take advantage of.
In the letter, Master Qi also mentioned anxiously that the imperial court's financial resources may be really stretched beyond its limits, and even the salaries of officials in the central and northern Zhili prefectures have begun to be in arrears.
What makes Feng Ziying a little strange is that she seemed to have suggested to Master Qi about selling national bonds. It seems that Master Qi may have understood it, but Ye Fang and others still found it difficult to accept it.
But is it really impossible for Dad to break through Niu Jizong and Sun Shaozu's defense? Did Wang Ziteng's 30,000 Denglai troops marching north across the river have such a great restraining effect?
Does Dad have other ideas? Or does Chen Jixian have any tacit understanding with his father?
But his father didn't seem to mention this in his letter to him, which also made Feng Ziying puzzled. He became increasingly confused about his father's operations. Maybe his father deliberately kept him from knowing, so as not to expose it. Whereabouts?
Just when Feng Ziying was lying on the bed and thinking hard, the door creaked and a candlelight came in, "Master, are you awake?"
"How long have I been sleeping? What time is it now?" Feng Ziying entered the city at about ten o'clock, and was delayed by Wang Wenyan for another hour. She didn't even eat lunch, so she went to sleep alone. Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark, and she guessed that at least I slept for more than three or four hours.
"It's already midnight." It was Yuanyang's voice.
Feng Ziying did not move, looking at the duck-oval face by the candlelight, her tender eyes falling on herself, then she put the candlestick in a corner, and then came over to tuck herself in the quilt.
"I went to bed after having no use for lunch. I looked tired and slept until now. Several grandmothers came to see me. Seeing that I was sleeping so soundly, they couldn't bear to disturb me. They told me to take good care of you. Let them know when you wake up."
Only then did Feng Ziying realize that she was sleeping in the study. No wonder Shen Yixiu and the others came over. It was probably hard for them to accept that they slept in the study on their first day back home.
At this time, Feng Ziying felt empty in her belly and extremely hungry and thirsty.
"Don't tell me, I'm really hungry, but I don't want to get up, Yuanyang, what should I do?" Feng Ziying stood up, leaned against the bed, and stretched, "I won't go to their place tonight. It’s a good idea to rest here for the night and get some food and drink, I’ll eat right here.”
Yuanyang was stunned for a moment, "I'm eating here? Grandma and the others are over there..."
Feng Ziying laughed, "Then where do you think I should go? Today is the tenth day of the Lunar New Year, so it's not appropriate to go anywhere, so it's best for you to accompany me, Yuanyang."
Yuanyang's face suddenly turned red, he glared at Feng Ziying, pouted and went out.
A bowl of bijing porridge
, a plate of lotus root starch and cinnamon sugar cake, a plate of crab meat steamed dumplings, a plate of chicken fat rolls, a plate of pigeon eggs in soup stock, four slices of smoked venison breast, and a bottle of phoenix milk fairy mash to relieve fatigue and help sleep.
In the past few months in Liaodong, I have been accustomed to eating simple meals, and today I was extremely hungry. Looking at this table with all the colors, flavors, and flavors, Feng Ziying felt that her saliva could not help but well up.
It’s hard to live a thousand days at home when you go out. Comparing the two, it’s no wonder that everyone wants to stay at home and no one wants to travel far away for business.
Seeing Feng Ziying wolfing down the food on the table, Yuanyang was dumbfounded: "What's going on? I went out and didn't have a full meal?"
Feng Ziying took the hot towel and wiped her face and mouth with satisfaction, and then leaned comfortably on the bedside, "Drinking ice and lying in the snow, forgetting to sleep and eat. With such a haggard mind and body, how can I still have the energy to think about other things? And in the face of the Jianzhou Jurchen soldiers pressing down, When you are on the verge of war, you can fight with swords anytime and anywhere. Even if you have dragon liver and phoenix marrow, you cannot swallow it. After the battle, you still have to clean up the aftermath and set up defenses. The court is pressing hard and has no time to think about anything else. ....."
Looking at Feng Ziying's thin face with some distress
Price, Yuanyang first packed up the things and handed them to the little maid outside the door to take away. Then he stumbled in and sat down leaning on the edge of the kang. "I have lost a lot of weight, so you should be careful about your body." , there is no suitable person outside to take care of me..."
"I'm going to fight. It's not like going to Shaanxi. I'm going directly to the battlefield to command the army. How can I take you and Jin Chuan'er with me?" Feng Ziying laughed, "But I finally won this battle. I have an explanation for the battle and have an explanation to the court."
"By the way, Sir, several groups of people came in the afternoon, all from the imperial court. I said that I was still asleep and wanted to wake me up, but they all said no, and just said that I would go directly to the cabinet tomorrow. "You guys want to see me..." Yuanyang passed on the message from the concierge at the front door, "There are also a few from Jiangnan..."
"Where is it from Jiangnan?" Feng Ziying was surprised, "Where is it from Jiangnan?"
Yuanyang was also confused by Feng Ziying's question and blinked, "This slave doesn't know. The concierge only knew that the other party claimed to be from Jiangnan. He thought he was from some chamber of commerce in Jiangnan, but the other party was unclear, so... ...."
Feng Ziying's heart moved slightly, someone from Jiangnan? Nanjing, Yangzhou, or are some people unable to sit still?
