On the morning of May 25, classes were going on as usual in the military academy.
A young lady who looked like fourteen or fifteen years old rushed to the gate of the military academy with a worried look on her face.
The guard yelled to stop, "Stop anyone who comes, this is a military restricted area, any trespassers will die!"
The thunderous shouting frightened the little lady, who staggered and fell to the ground.
The commander on duty, Lu Changqing, took a quick step and reached out to hold the young lady's shoulders in time to help her stabilize her body before he hurriedly let go.
"In an emergency, it's very rude, so please don't blame me, little lady."
After softly apologizing, Lu Changqing turned to the guard and shouted, "Xia Song, you are a bastard. You almost got hurt by scaring me. If you don't apologize quickly, otherwise you may be deducted your character points!"
Security duty in the military academy is also a subject, and all teachers and students must take turns.
Xia Song stood on the guard platform and smiled coquettishly, "It's my duty. I didn't scare the young lady on purpose. I apologize to you and please forgive me."
At this time, an elderly servant woman caught up with her in a panic, "Ms. Yi, are you okay?"
"Zeng Yu, I'm fine." The young lady also recovered, her pale face gained a trace of color, and she bowed to Xia Songfu, "It's my fault that I got impatient and I don't blame the envoy."
He also sent a blessing to Lu Changqing, a little shyly, "Thank you envoy for your help. I am deeply grateful."
In the Song Dynasty, the salary officers of low-level military attachés were divided into ambassadors and junior envoys. Therefore, the common people would respectfully call ordinary soldiers envoys.
The young lady's polite and courteous temperament showed that she was from a Shishu family. Lu Changqing couldn't help but asked out of curiosity, "What important business does the young lady have in coming to the Royal Military Academy?"
Immediately, the young lady's face became miserable and anxious, "The slave's father is seriously ill and is in very bad condition, and the slave's brother is in the school, so he must be called back quickly..."
When Lu Changqing heard this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed, "According to regulations, students are not allowed to leave the school at will."
"Then what can I do! My second brother doesn't know where he is, and there is no responsible man in the family. Moreover, if he doesn't go back, I'm afraid I won't see him for the last time. Filial piety comes first in everything. This is a major matter of human ethics. How can we ignore it? !?」
Seeing that the young lady was worried, Lu Changqing comforted her gently, "Don't be too impatient. Fortunately, His Highness Prince Yan is also in the school, so he might be able to accommodate you. By the way, what's your brother's name?"
"Wen Tianxiang is the new top scholar!" the young lady said hurriedly.
"Ah, it turns out you are Song Ruidi's sister. Don't worry, just wait here. I'll go find him right now."
After saying that, Lu Changqing ran into the school gate as if he was impatient.
Xia Song quickly shouted, "Changqing, Song Rui should be in Yuantang..."
There is a circular classroom in the Royal Military Academy, with a total of 600 seats, distributed in a ring, with a high outside and a low inside, with a podium in the center.
Teachers and students all call it the round hall, which is mainly used for class analysis of battle cases or war games.
At this time, a huge sand table was placed on the podium, with intuitive images of mountains, rivers, city gates, roads and houses, etc. It also showed the composition of enemy and friendly positions, weapons and weapon configurations in detail.
Zhang Yu and other instructors, holding slender pointing sticks, are recreating the process of the Mongolian army's attack on Sichuan in the second year of Baoyou.
The lectures were mainly attended by officers and cadets of the Eastern Guard, and some Jinshi trainees also came to attend. It would also be beneficial for these civilian officials to increase their military knowledge.
King Yan was also present, listening attentively and writing in a notebook with a gold pen.
Zhang Yu pointed at a city on the sand table close to the Song Dynasty, "Lizhou, which controls the Jialing River, is a crucial place. Whether our army goes north or the Mongolian army goes south, they mostly take this route."
"Due to frequent wars, the city of Lizhou was completely destroyed and the people's livelihood was in decline. However, the Mongolian army wanted to use it as an advance base, so in the first year of Baoyou, it sent its commander-in-chief Wang Dechen of Gongchang City to rebuild Lizhou City."
"Wang Dechen was born as a general. He learned to ride and shoot since he was a child. He was very good at killing and conquering. His father Wang Shixian was originally the marshal of the Jin Dynasty. After he was demoted to the Yuan Dynasty, he held the fourteen-year-old Wang Dechen hostage in Kuoduan. Wangfu, who was personally trained and influenced by the Mongolian nobles, became more proficient in martial arts, and was quite good at scheming and strategy.
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"In the spring of the second year of Baoyou, a drought occurred and the Jialing River dried up. The Mongolian army's logistics transportation was in trouble. They intended to abandon Lizhou, which was short of food. However, Wang Dechen killed the horses to reward the army, and led the cavalry south to invade our territory..."
"After Wang Dechen plundered enough grain to support the crops until the wheat was ripe, he released the captured Song generals Cui Zhong and Zheng Zaisheng, and asked them to persuade Nan Yongzhong to surrender in Kuzhu Pass... Then Wang Dechen took all the captured soldiers and civilians Released... After that, many of our imperial cities surrendered to Wang Dechen, because of this influence..."
Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart as he listened. These Han people who served the Mongols used Han wisdom to design strategies to deal with the Song Dynasty, which were often more terrifying than the power of the Mongolian bows and horses.
While Zhang Yu was telling the details of the Mongolian army's attack on Dahuo Mountain, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. .
Lu Changqing walked to Zhao Mengqi anxiously and reported.
Just when everyone thought something terrible had happened, Zhao Mengqi turned his attention to Wen Tianxiang.
"Song Rui, your sister came to see you and said your father was seriously ill..."
Wen Tianxiang was shocked when he heard this and did not bother to interrupt King Yan, "Your Highness, please allow me to..."
Zhao Mengqi waved his hand to interrupt him, "You don't need to talk nonsense. I just want you to return home immediately. Forget it, I'll go with you. My carriage can go faster."
After speaking, he turned to look at Lu Changqing, "You left your post without authorization while on duty, and broke into the classroom to interrupt the teaching. You will be punished for both crimes, twenty lashes. Go to the Academic Affairs Office to receive it yourself!"
Lu Changqing was stunned for a moment, but when he noticed that Wen Tianxiang was looking at him with gratitude and guilt, he seemed to understand the deep meaning of King Yan, and immediately stood up and accepted the punishment, "Yes, I humbly obey my orders!"
Afterwards, Zhao Mengqi said a few words to Qian Long, then took Wen Tianxiang out of the classroom and got into his No. 3 car.
After picking up Wen Yisun and the maid at the school gate, the carriage sped towards Beitumen.
After getting in the car, Wen Yisun didn't recognize Zhao Mengqi and the others. Seeing that they were wearing similar clothes to his brother, he thought they were ordinary classmates.
Wen Tianxiang was worried about his father's condition and forgot to introduce him. He only asked his sister, "Isn't my father's health getting better? Why is he suddenly in critical condition!?"
In his anxiety, his tone couldn't help but become a little heavier. Wen Yisun bit his lip and was about to cry.
Zhao Mengqi said in a deep voice, "Song Rui, don't be so impatient. Uncle Jiren Tianxiang will definitely be fine. You are panicking. Isn't your sister even more at a loss? The family is also waiting for you to take charge..."
Wen Tianxiang slapped his forehead and said, "I am confused. Thank you for reminding me, Your Highness."
"Your Highness?" Wen Yisun was immediately surprised.
"Hey, look at me, I forgot all about this, Yiniang, this is His Highness Prince Yan." Wen Tianxiang added the introduction.
Wen Yisun hurriedly saluted, but Zhao Mengqi waved his hand, "No need to be polite. When I get to your house later, don't reveal my identity, so as not to cause trouble to your family... By the way, how did your father get sick?"
"I was fine when I woke up in the morning. My father was in a good mood. He drank some cold wine at breakfast. Then his face turned red soon after and he said he felt chest tightness and abdominal distension. We hurriedly went to invite the doctor. Before the doctor arrived, my father He was already sweating all over his body and his lips turned purple. He said that his stomach was like a sharp bayonet being scraped and the pain was unbearable..."
Wen Yisun said, tears falling down.
Wen Tianxiang slapped his thigh angrily, "My father already has a weak stomach, how can we let him drink alcohol!?"
Wen Yisun shrank his head and murmured, "Father...Father said that he is already well. It doesn't hurt to have a little drink. He should treat it as a celebration of your and your second brother's success. My mother tried to persuade me but couldn't stop it. We None of them dared to say anything, who knows..."
Not only Wen Tianxiang was speechless at this, but Zhao Mengqi was also dumbfounded.
I didn't expect that Wen's father could come up with such a far-fetched reason to relieve his thirst for alcohol. It has been more than a month since the list was released, so there is nothing to celebrate.
Then Zhao Mengqi couldn't help but tremble when he thought of Wen's father's symptoms. Could it be that someone had poisoned him?
At this time, Wen Yisun continued, "When the doctor came, he diagnosed my father and said it was colic."
"Gangousha!!?
"Wen Tianxiang exclaimed, "This disease is extremely dangerous, what should I do... Tell me quickly, is there any way to cure it!?"
"The doctor pricked my father's finger and drained a lot of blood, but he didn't get better. He also gave my father agarwood pills, but he vomited them out... Then I came out to find you and you didn't know." Wen Yisun thought. Looking at his father's state, his eyes were full of worry and uneasiness.
Zhao Mengqi silently recited the words "colic" and vaguely remembered that this seemed to be acute enteritis. It seemed that even in future generations, if treatment was not timely, there would be a high mortality rate.
Then he thought about the fact that in history, Wen Tianxiang was in trouble for three years immediately after he was admitted as a Jinshi. Could it be because his father died of this sudden illness?
I have high hopes for Wen Tianxiang, how can I let him waste three years at this critical moment?
But if his father really dies, there is nothing he can do to prevent Ding from worrying, otherwise he will be stained and will be beaten by a bunch of moral dogs for the rest of his life.
The only way is to help Wen's father survive this death. It seems that Wen's father is only in his early forties, and it is very possible for him to live for at least another twenty or thirty years.
Carrying a car full of anxiety, the carriage entered the city as quickly as possible and arrived at Baoenfang, where the Wen family rented a house.
Outside the yard, before the car stopped, Wen Tianxiang opened the door and jumped out, staggering towards his father's house.
Then, Zhao Mengqi led Geng Zhi and followed Wen Yisun outside the house and heard an argument going on inside.
"I have already told you that this is a terminal disease that cannot be cured by medicine or stone. You just don't believe it and have to find another doctor. Now it's better. Isn't there nothing Dr. Chu can do?"
Then Wen Tianxiang's voice sounded, "My father is in his prime, and he was very healthy in the past. This time the illness is serious, but it is not incurable. I would like to ask the two saints to think of a way, as long as we can save him home." Father is the great benefactor of my Wen family, and I, Wen Tianxiang, will always remember him in my heart and repay him with a spring of water!"
"The No. 1 scholar should not be like this. It's because Chu didn't try his best. He has tried every method and prescription. According to Chu's guess, the lesion on your father's body is located in the abdomen. It should be intestinal infarction, or even ulcerated and perforated. Attack it. No, it cannot be reached, the medicine cannot be delivered, and it is really beyond human power to save it.”
This was the voice of another doctor. Although his tone was much more polite, the meaning was the same. He couldn't be saved!
"Please, please save my father. I will try my best to repay him even if I spend the rest of my life working hard!"
Wen Tianxiang's voice trembled, revealing despair.
