When Ma Xianglin welcomed Zhang Fengyi, he saw that his newlywed wife was full of depression.
"I was so stupid. I only watched Miss Zheng and the others perform tricks and clean up Mang Gurtai. After watching, when I went to surround the Tong family village, the collaborator Tong Yangxing, the owner of the village, had already run away with dozens of people."
Zhang Fengyi regretted it so much that she threw a grain bag to the horse.
Immediately, I suddenly realized that I was a bit unqualified as a wife.
She hurriedly turned around, walked to her husband who was inspecting the horse's hooves, pulled him up, slapped his arm covered by cowhide, and pulled his helmet while saying, "You're not hurt, are you? Did you call someone again?" Earn a piece of skin?"
Ma Xianglin hissed, stopped his wife's hand, and said helplessly: "What can happen to me, so that the Jianzhou people can get an advantage from me? You are so strong that you can pull a horse and a donkey. Can you please be gentle?"
Zhang Fengyi ignored him and went around to look behind him. The silver armor was stained with blood, which should have been spattered when the enemy was killed.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said with a "chi": "I am not very strong, how can I draw the bow at full capacity?"
When she raised her face to meet her husband's concerned gaze, which was also looking at her, she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
She thought of her life as a married woman, which had only gotten better over the past six months.
Although her mother-in-law Qin Liangyu was well-known and her father Zhang Quan assured her mother and daughter that Ma Xianglin was of good character and appearance, Zhang Fengyi was still reluctant when they got married in the early autumn of last year.
She didn't want to get married and have children so early. She also wanted to spend several years roaming horses and hunting freely.
On the day of the welcome, Zhang Fengyi felt happy when she saw her husband in person.
What a majestic look!
Even the scar on his cheek adds a bit of recklessness to his heroic appearance.
My mother even complained that my father, a dignified third-grade civil servant, had recruited a southern barbarian general as his son-in-law.
My mother was so wrong. How could those dandies in the capital, who were fighting cocks and walking birds because of my wealth, compare with such a god-like "Southern Barbarian"!
However, the bride's heartbeat and the hot joy were quickly cooled down.
At night, when Ma Xianglin entered the bridal chamber, he smelled of alcohol. His face was not red, but rather bluish-white. His silent attitude made all the maids serving him fearful and doubtful.
Ma Xianglin dismissed the servants and turned around. His eyes illuminated by the oil lamp were sober and sparkling at first glance, but those eyes did not touch Zhang Fengyi's.
The groom, who was wearing a dazzling red robe, looked indifferent.
Zhang Fengyi has a bold temperament, but she is not stupid or slow. Her longing suddenly died down.
When Ma Xianglin took off his wedding attire and middle coat and walked towards her with his eyes lowered, Zhang Fengyi stood up suddenly, took off her phoenix crown and wedding dress like a whirlwind, walked to the table and drank two glasses of Hexin wine in one gulp, turning around to face the somewhat stunned Ma Xianglin said: "You are not interested, and neither am I. I don't know how to coax you. Let's just take a break."
After saying that, he blew out the lamp, kicked off his shoes, turned over on the kang, and faced the groom with his back.
After three days of Ma Xianglin practicing spear and Zhang Fengyi practicing archery, the two consummated their marriage.
After General Xiao Ma guarded the land and fulfilled his duties as a husband, he took a breath and said with a slightly blunt apology: "It was my fault on the day of the wedding."
Zhang Fengyi patted him on the back, pushed him down, and said disapprovingly: "It's okay if you do it right today."
Then continue to turn over and sleep.
After this hurdle was passed, the days to come became smoother.
The couple can talk more and more about martial arts and military affairs. After buying a large number of good horses before the first snowfall, the two of them spent almost all day at the training ground. Zhang Fengyi began to enjoy her newlywed life, and when her mother-in-law Qin Liangyu agreed to accompany her husband on the expedition without any hesitation, she was even more convinced that her father had indeed found the wrong family for her.
At this moment, Ma Xianglin, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle, was also attracted by his wife's mental outlook.
I really didn't expect that the elegant and elegant Shilang Zhang would have such a ruthless daughter.
Among the men bathed in blood on the battlefield, some of them became obsessed with docile and charming women after dismounting from their horses, and wished they could bow down at their feet, but that was not the case with Ma Xianglin.
The more Zhang Fengyi has a temperament that has no intention of flattering and only has a burst of vitality, the more Ma Xianglin feels the reality of survival and the strong energy to move forward.
Ma Xianglin raised his hand and picked off all kinds of grass clippings that had accumulated in his wife's temples for three days. A trace of tenderness finally appeared on his murderous face that had been stern for more than ten hours.
"Have you always been eating dry food? Come on, go into Fushun City, and I'll take you to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms."
"Okay, call Miss Zheng, I haven't heard her finish talking about the artillery."
"Why is Miss Zheng and Qi Jin's adopted son so far behind you?"
"Miss Zheng couldn't ride a fast horse, so she was riding in a carriage with the miners. General Zou sent someone to escort her. Mr. Wu and the Mao family soldier named Kong rushed to Fushun after seeing Mang Gurtai withdrawing his troops. "
"oh."
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At the end of the day, the clouds in the sky that had been raining all day gradually dispersed, and the last few touches of molten golden light from the setting sun splashed down from the broken clouds.
Zheng Haizhu vomited from Magendan to Fushun City, and her pale face only showed a bit of blush when it was smeared by the sunset.
She doesn't get carsick, she gets dizzy.
Head count is an important basis for calculating military merit. After the gold medal was awarded outside Fushun City and Magendan Army Fort, the Ming army was still spread out on the battlefield, beheading people while piling up headless Jurchen corpses and burning them to avoid an epidemic.
No matter how hard Zheng Haizhu dodges, he can't help but see the cars with distinctive heads.
Fierce, frightened, with an open mouth and gaping teeth, and bulging eyeballs. Only half of the skull is left, with white and wet brains sticking to it.
What he experienced and felt in the last moments before his death were all written on the heads of those money rat tails.
After the bloody battle, the world was full of human heads, which really made her, a modern person who has not yet adapted to the reality of ancient wars, a little overwhelmed.
Even after she got off the bus and walked a few steps towards Fushun City, a human head would roll to her feet.
An angry curse came from the front: "Silly sons, do you take what I say as a strong wind? When you chop off the heads of the Tatars, you can't cut off the braids. How can you string them together again? Look, these watermelons are rolling all over the ground!"
Immediately, the scolding turned into a laughing welcome.
"Girl Zheng, why did you come back at this hour? Let's go, Uncle Mao will take you to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms."
…
In the backyard of Fushun Military Government Office, torches are brightly lit.
The yamen's cook set up two large pots, in which were stewed fat capons and fragrant pine mushrooms.
The orderlies of Zhang Chengyin, the commander-in-chief of Liaodong, deliberately took out the "hot pepper" introduced from Longxi in recent years, which is what later generations call peppers, picked them into pieces, and sprinkled them into the pot.
Zheng Haizhu, who had already gone to Fushun Inn and took a hot bath, originally thought that most of his soul had returned to his body.
At this moment, I sat down by the pot and saw the red, yellow, black and white, oily stew. I immediately thought of the battlefield scenes I had seen during the day, and my stomach started to churn again.
Beside her, Zhang Fengyi ate happily, and her father's reproach did not affect the appetite of this extraordinary daughter at all.
Zhang Quan left Shenyang today and waited in the east of Fushun. After receiving the good news in the afternoon, he rushed to Fushun and heard the two commanders Zhang Chengyin and Po Tingxiang highly praised his son-in-law Ma Xianglin's achievements. Even though he didn't show it, he was still very proud of himself.
Unexpectedly, within an hour, he actually saw his daughter in Fushun City. According to his son-in-law, she had been working as a sentinel near Magendan for three or four days. Zhang Quan's eyes suddenly darkened, and he was shocked and angry. Yu Qin Liangyu's relationship was not good and he scolded Ma Xianglin. He could only scold Zhang Fengyi for being too ignorant when picking up the meal.
Then Qian Dingzhu and Wan urged: "You and Xianglin both remember that your mother must not know about this matter!"
Zhang Fengyi, who was wolfing down the food, only listened honestly at first, but later she felt that the father was too verbose and muttered: "Okay, Mr. Minister, go and tell the merits of the heroes. Don't forget to pay me all night." It counts as one share.”
Seeing that her father finally walked away, Zhang Fengyi chewed the mushroom and turned her head to ask Zheng Haizhu about artillery knowledge.
Then he took a large piece of pine mushroom soaked in chicken fat and bright red pepper juice, stuffed it into Zheng Haizhu's pottery bowl, and said to Ma Xianglin, who was sitting at the table with General Bing, Mao Wenlong and Qi Jin: "Xianglin didn't lie. I think the mushrooms in Liaodong are more delicious than the ones in Guannai. Azhu, you have been hungry all day, why don’t you eat?"
Zheng Haizhu saw the trembling mushroom that looked like a piece of human liver. She quickly moved her eyes away, stood up easily and said, "I'm going to do some business, and I'll enjoy it when I get back."
Arriving at the table hosted by Zhang Chengyin, Zheng Haizhu took out the goodies he had brought from the inn and respectfully gave one to each Shangguan general.
That was something she had already prepared.
Everyone took it and took a look. It was a tin box the size of a cricket jar. After opening it, there was a strange smell.
Zou Chuxian, the guard of Qinghe, was a rough man. He had become familiar with Zheng Haizhu through several rounds of collecting gifts and setting up ambushes. He said carelessly: "Miss Zheng, are you tea? It's moldy."
Po Tingxiang, the deputy commander-in-chief of Liaodong, also started in the army and had never attended a private school. He asked Ma Xianglin next to him: "General Xiaoma, are you literate? What words are engraved on this box?"
"Drink black tea and bravely explore the world."
Qi Jin squinted his presbyopic eyes and read out the words.
