The letter was expedited by horse.
The messenger said that he originally wanted to send the news to Wangcheng, but when he passed the Baiqiu Post Station, he heard that the post officer said that the Major General was stationed here, so he went straight to this place and presented a private letter first.
Chi Xiaochi opened the letter, which contained General Shi Jinghong's vigorous handwriting.
Chi Xiaochi's face darkened slightly after reading the complete letter.
Chu Ziling: "Young Master, how's it going?"
Chi Xiaochi casually handed him the letter: "Something happened."
Chu Ziling hesitated for a moment: "Young Master, this is not in line with the rules..."
Chi Xiaochi clicked his tongue: "Young Master is not here, don't talk to me about it. I'll let you see it."
These words were right in the heart of Chu Ziling.
In Shi Tingyun's mind, he really is better than that sick bone.
Now that Master Master is recuperating in the tent, Chu Ziling can also spy a little while he is not nearby.
He took the letter and glanced at it, unable to hide his astonishment: "Dingyuan was nearly destroyed three days ago?"
"Yes. Xu is that Daqingshan gangster who sold the news of Uncle Wen's injury to the people of Nanjiang."
Chi Xiaochi frowned, complaining in his mouth, his face anxious, "Uncle Wen too! His temperament is always so irritable, victory or defeat is a matter of the military, how could he vomit blood? Now that the injury is getting worse, I don't know... "
Chu Ziling went to the side to get a map of the military deployment in the southern border, spread it out on the table, his eyes were quiet: "...Young Master, look at the map."
After Chi Xiaochi listened to his words, he regained his urgency: "Yes. Picture."
They were thousands of miles away and couldn't help. Shi Jinghong naturally knew this. Besides asking him to come to Zhennanguan, the letter had a second purpose.
Every time there is an emergency in the frontier, Shi Jinghong will send a letter to state the battle situation.
In fact, when the letter is sent, the crisis has mostly been resolved, so this is just an irregular school examination by the father to his son.
As for the third level of meaning implied in this letter, probably only Chi Xiaochi and Shi Jinghong knew it.
The problem was Dingyuan City, so it was clear at a glance who was the inner responder.
If Shi Tingyun was still a little white-haired fox, he would not doubt his own den, but Shi Jinghong was a mature red-tailed old fox. The wording of the letter was not different from the previous letter.
Moreover, Shi Jinghong thought more than Chi Xiaochi. He was afraid that Wen Feiru and other military generals would be too honest and would not be able to deceive the people in the southern border. Don't come out to meet people.
The words are in front of you.
Chi Xiaochi asked Chu Ziling, "How do you think Dingyuan City should be fortified?"
Chu Ziling knelt in front of the map, pointed to a few places, and talked about his feelings.
After Chi Xiaochi shared his memory with Shi Tingyun, he could tell that the decisions he made were not bad, but they were rough and missed a few details.
Chu Ziling would never dig his own grave.
He has been undercover for many years, and he knows Shi Tingyun's ability like the back of his hand.
Shi Tingyun's mind is relatively simple, and he only uses his calculations on the enemy, and does not easily doubt his own people.
This is a good thing, but if Chu Ziling is self-righteous and wants to make some crooked thoughts on the formation of troops that Shi Tingyun has practiced since childhood, it is tantamount to asking for a dead end.
He watched Shi Tingyun write down the battle strategies he proposed one by one, and thoughtfully supplemented the places he "missed", and heaved a sigh of relief without a trace.
"Don't worry, I won't fight for merit." Shi Tingyun put down his pen and said generously, "I will tell you in the letter which are your ideas, and I will say good things to you in front of my father."
Chu Ziling rolled his eyes: "Thank you, Young Master, for your love."
Shi Tingyun was indeed a magnanimous person, and he followed his words.
Chu Ziling looked at such a sincere, innocent and stupid major general, and felt a sense of pity.
The strategy of solid defense has been written, and the next step is the strategy of defending against the enemy.
Chu Ziling naturally wouldn't do more in this regard, he excused himself to go out to pour tea, and chatted with Ashu for a while, and when he returned, Shi Tingyun had put down his pen and folded the letter into a small round wooden envelope. Close the lid with a wooden cover, then take the fire paint block, and use the fire stick to set it on the fire to heat it up.
The varnish was heated and melted, and the melted liquid dripped down onto the seal of the small wooden cylinder.
The lacquer is sealed, and the color is a carefully reconciled vermilion color. The color is not the same as the lacquer sold in the market. A unique seal is formed at the seal, which can be known once it is opened.
Shi Tingyun said, "Yuanzhang."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Ziling came with the seal in his hand, thoughtful and calm.
Shi Tingyun took it, and knocked down the special-shaped curved round seal at the seal of the wooden cylinder.
When the paint dries up, Shi Tingyun said, "Go send it with carrier pigeons."
Chu Ziling asked one more question: "Is the messenger sent by General Shishi back?"
Shi Tingyun said: "Didn't you bring good and experienced pigeons with you before you leave? They know the way, and it saves the trouble of people going to the marching team to pick them up."
Chu Ziling took the small wooden tube with both hands and bowed: "Ziling will do it now."
He came to the pigeon cage, grabbed one with his hands, tied a small wooden tube to its leg with skillful movements, and let it fly.
After the snow-white figure of the pigeon disappeared into the sky, Chu Ziling smiled slightly, squatted down, and tapped twice with his index finger on the pigeon cage.
A grey pigeon with a white spot on its forehead jumped twice, came to the cage, and pecked his fingertips affectionately.
Chu Ziling took out some rice from his pocket and fed it with a gentle expression.
Shi Tingyun suddenly left Wangcheng, which caught him by surprise.
The killer move he prepared in advance, should he give up, or should he hurry up and use it quickly
Suddenly there was an abnormal sound of the wooden wheel rolling behind him. Chu Ziling's ear strength was not bad, so he retracted his fingers in time, pretended to check the lock of the pigeon cage, stood up, and faced a black power fence.
This person's eyes were hidden under layers of gauze mist and could not be seen clearly. Chu Ziling couldn't figure out this person's thoughts through his eyes, and he felt a little wary.
Li Yeshu, who was pushing Yu Fengmian, did not notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two, and greeted, "A Ling, Young Master wants you to send a letter again?"
"Yes."
Chu Ziling handed over Yu Fengmian in the wheelchair: "The dew was heavy at night, why did the Master Master come out?"
The man's slightly hoarse voice came from under the power fence: "I feel better, I don't want to be stuffed in the military tent, the smell is too strong. You can go to the tent and light some incense."
Li Yeshu was stunned: "Why didn't you say that to Ashu? Ashu will order it later when he goes back."
Yu Fengmian said lightly: "Today has been enough trouble for you. Now you push me to blow the air, he will light the incense, and I will feel more comfortable when I return the bill."
After that, he raised his head slightly: "Please."
Chu Ziling has long been accustomed to the sarcasm of the sixth prince. This kind of secret thorn that reminds him that he is a slave is the first time to accept it, but he has been undercover for many years, and he has raised a man who can bear no matter how insulted he is. temper.
... Before becoming the prince of the Southern Border, these little things don't have to be taken into account.
He was neither humble nor arrogant: "Yes, Ziling obeys."
He threw his hands away, trying to stay away from this eccentric and fussy sick child.
Unexpectedly, Yu Fengmian spoke again: "Ziling, is this your name?"
Chu Ziling had to stop: "Yes."
Yu Fengmian said gently, "I thought your name was A Ling."
This gentle and vaguely arrogant attitude made Chu Ziling feel uncomfortable.
Li Yeshu explained on the side: "Master, Master, it's like this, the little one's real name is Li Yeshu, and A Ling's real name is Chu Ziling. When the young master accepted us into the mansion, he called me Ashu, and he called him Aling. At that time, Wangchengfeng changed his name to the servant. , What are 'Qingfeng', 'Mingyue', 'Qinqi calligraphy and painting' to show elegance, and some even changed their surnames, for fear of being ridiculed that the host has no writing in his belly. The son did not change our names, said It's the name given by the parents, it shouldn't be changed randomly, only the last word is called, it looks close and sounds nice."
Yu Fengmian nodded, and when he turned to Chu Ziling again, there was a little more playfulness in his voice: "Do you have any opinion on the name your son chose for you?"
Chu Ziling felt a little anxious in his heart: "Zi... A Ling didn't mean that."
Li Yeshu was willing to release Chu Ziling: "Don't blame the master, the son has always loved Ah Ling, and he was allowed to call himself his name in private."
Yu Fengmian hummed: "You can be more casual in front of the son, but in the army, the ranks are strict, and everyone is waiting to see how the major general behaves. As a servant by his side, if you violate the rules and honor, you will lose your honor. It's your son's face, you know?"
Hearing that this matter might be about the son's face, Li Yeshu immediately stopped talking, winked at Chu Ziling and told him to answer yes.
Chu Ziling pursed his lips, as if he really knew he was wrong: "It's A Ling who didn't think carefully."
Yu Fengmian seemed to point out casually, just say it.
"Let's go. Go to the son's tent."
Ashu replied yes, and when he pushed him to go, Yu Fengmian turned his head and said, "Don't forget to light incense."
Watching the young master leave, Chu Ziling didn't have the slightest smile on his face.
Once again, he clearly realized that if the son was gone, he would be just a smarter servant in the eyes of the generals.
How can a little servant win the eyes of others and make people treat him differently
… only credit, only credit.
After thinking about it, Chu Ziling turned his gaze to the pigeon cage behind him.
The pigeon with the spot on the forehead was full and jumped around in the cage, looking no different from the other pigeons.
That plan, he had to do it.
…
After entering the son's tent, Chi Xiaochi informed Lou Ying of the news: "Master, Dingyuan was attacked, but luckily the city was saved."
Lou Ying knew what he meant: "Then go to Dingyuan first?"
Ashu who thought they were going to Yongzhou heard the words, but there was no response.
He is not familiar with the military, but only knows two things:
First, the matters assigned by the son are all important matters. If the son wants him to be tight-lipped about the military situation, he will kill him without saying a word.
Second, military planes are changing rapidly, and it is not something that a servant in a deep house can talk about. No matter whether he is Yongzhou or Dingyuan, he will go wherever the son goes.
He found that the tea in the teapot was too strong, which might not be good for Gongzishi's stomach, so he took it out and poured it out, intending to brew it again.
After Ashu left, Chi Xiaochi asked him, "Why don't you have a good rest in the tent?"
Lou Ying: "I'm just worried that you will suddenly change your plan. For the sake of safety, Chu Ziling won't easily attack Shi Jinghong. So I came out specially to give him a reason to do it."