She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

When the first winter snow fell, the school also admitted its first batch of students.

The weather turned cold so quickly that the treetops were covered in silver overnight. The few trees in the yard that had not had time to shed their leaves were covered in white frost, and the whole place was cold and silent.

The situation gradually became tense. In recent days, Louguan had been sending messages to Kezhou by eagles, reporting the military situation at the pass in detail.

Hengzhi went to the parade ground to train his troops tirelessly every day, and he also got up early to wrap his two beloved magnolia trees with cotton cloth to prevent their roots from freezing and preventing them from blooming next spring.

In her dream, Ah'ao heard the crisp sound of armor hitting the ground. She woke up vaguely, put on a coat, knelt on the rope bed in front of the window, and looked out.

Silver armor wrapped around Hengzhi's well-proportioned body, his black hair was tied up high with a similar silver crown. Under the armor was a lacquered robe with tightly tied cuffs, and his slender fingers held a long rope, tying the cotton cloth on the tree trunk tightly.

Looking at him quietly, Ah'er remembered that Hengzhi inherited the title of Zhaohou and also became the youngest marching governor in the north.

This means that one day, perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after tomorrow, or perhaps in the next moment, Hengzhi will have to take up his sword and go into battle, sitting in the tent.

His brows unconsciously took on a chill, like the frozen snow on Wuling Mountain that never melts all year round, making him look even more handsome and awe-inspiring than when he was wearing casual clothes.

My vision seems to be pretty good, Ah'ao secretly praised herself in her heart.

"Henglang, you are in good spirits, dressing the trees so early in the morning." These two words hesitated on her lips for a long time before Ah'ao finally said them.

Dachong has always had the old custom of calling men "Langjun" or "Gongzi". Adding the word "Lang" to a surname is a young woman's admiration for her lover. The surname "Heng" has always been a rare and pleasant-sounding name, and it also implies calmness. This name makes it more like a handsome young man in a storybook.

Hengzhi turned around suddenly and saw someone crouching at the window. He curled the corners of his mouth inadvertently, obviously happy with the title.

"Are you going to school today?" Hengzhi tied up his tree clothes, put his elbows on his knees and looked back at her.

"Yes." After saying that, Ah'ao got off the rope bed and walked a few steps to the door.

Just as he was about to push the door open to go out, a cold air suddenly rushed in. Hengzhi stepped forward and blocked it all.

With such a sudden blow, her face almost hit his armor.

"Hmm!" Ah'ao stepped back, her long hair blown up by the wind he brought, and her neck was suddenly attacked by the cold air, causing her to shiver.

Hengzhi slowed down, stepped over the threshold, put his hands on the door frame, turned around and closed the door.

"It's cold outside, let's talk inside."

Hot water filled the cup and Ah-yi pushed it to Heng-zhi, and they sat opposite each other at the table.

"You are leaving the city today, you probably won't be back for a few days, right?" Ah-yi thought, "Originally, the school was opening, and I wanted you to go there to save face."

Lord Zhaohou's reputation is here, it would be a waste if not used.

Adhering to the attitude of making the best use of everything, two months' military pay was saved in the construction of the school.

The capital city cried poor, the court ignored them, the border guards could not hold out, and the people could not survive. Someone had to pay the price. Even if Ah-yi changed her name, she could not avoid the mistakes made by the Shen Cong brothers.

If we can save one state, we can save one state.

Heng Zhi frowned and smiled, completely unmoved, "You're trying to trick me? Who in the city doesn't know the reputation of Madam Zhaohou? How can I compare with her?"

Exchanging flattering words with each other has become part of the romance.

"If it is absolutely necessary, I will postpone leaving the city." Hengqi knew exactly what Ah-yi was thinking about in the academy. After all, it was for Kezhou, so he should cooperate with her.

Her gaze moved from the clasped hands, up to the chin, and then to the bright eyes with an incompatible dark tint. Ah's heart suddenly softened again.

"Forget it. If I go there wearing a full set of armor, the children will be scared." He had a serious expression, as if Hengzhi was really some ghost messenger from the underworld who could lock souls.

Ah-yi could clearly feel the urgency of the season. As winter approached, everyone was busy and exhausted. Even Shui Changdong's business was more about funerals than weddings. The funeral attendants performed a small show every three days and a big show every five days, and their voices were hoarse from singing.

The less trouble the better.

Yun Cong was already waiting at the door, holding Tao Xing's hand.

Ah'ao hurriedly washed and changed her clothes, then walked him to the door.

Like an ordinary wife seeing off a traveler, Ah-yi couldn't help but reach out to help him straighten his clothes. Fortunately, the armor was really uncomfortable, so she quickly stopped.

When I looked up, I met Hengzhi's gaze.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, there was no sound of birds singing, and everything was still quiet.

Only when we get closer can we see each other's eyes and brows clearly.

"Well, be safe and sound, and write to me if you have any questions." Ah'ao said softly.

The snowflakes were scattered and falling slowly.

Hengzhi opened his lips but said nothing for a long time.

At this point, he became a man of few words.

He bent down slightly, took Ah'ao into his arms, gave her a gentle hug, then turned and left, his agile figure gradually disappearing at the intersection.

Even the snow was not disturbed.

When it was bright outside, Zhang Hai and his wife, each wrapped in a cloak and holding an umbrella, stood under the school plaque.

"Okay, okay, that's great!" Zhang Hai felt that it was almost time, so he asked the waiters to come down and go into the house to drink hot soup.

Many parents came early with their children to witness the official opening of the school. Ah-yi gave instructions inside the house and when she came out, she saw the plaque that had already been hung.

This was written by Li Zhibi. A'ao had specially come to his house to ask if he was willing to be a teacher in the school. This was like handing him a pillow when he was sleepy, and it hit the mark of Li Zhibi's heart.

He agreed almost immediately and almost resigned from his official position in the court.

A'ao quickly persuaded him to leave, saying that the state government was short of money and might not be able to pay his high monthly salary.

Li Zhibi waved his hand proudly and said, "Madam Hou, please don't look down on us scholars. Teaching and educating people is the pride of our life, and we are willing to do it even if we don't get paid a penny."

Even if he had to sell calligraphy on the street or write letters for others, earning enough to have enough food and clothing was enough.

Ah'ao smiled awkwardly and said tactfully that the court was very short of staff nowadays and all the courses were scheduled, so he could just come to teach when the court was free.

Only then did he agree, and Li immediately expressed his willingness to write an inscription for the new school, thus saving another stroke of the plaque.

After hearing this, Yang Si readily suggested that he wait until the cases on hand were concluded, and then he could teach law to the students during his ten-day break.

Taking this as an example, some talented and virtuous candidates also came to compete for the position of teacher, and the school suddenly became lively.

Looking at the new plaque, Ah-yi felt even happier. Running a school is a good deed that will benefit future generations, and it can be considered as accumulating virtue and doing good deeds. I hope this can also help Kezhou's war and reduce the number of wars.

The same is true for Hengzhi.
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Training ground tent.

Hengzhi had just returned from practicing sword skills with the army. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his forehead when an eagle's cry outside the tent made him pause.

The scout reported and came in with an eagle hanging on his arm.

After removing the note from the eagle's claws, Hengzhi waved the people away and sat behind the long table.

There was not a single word on the white paper, but it exuded a slight scent of frankincense.

Hengzhi thought for a moment, lit a candle, put a piece of paper on the fire, and soon a line of words appeared: "Powerful clouds, half a well of sky, old hometown apricot sweet."

Instantly, his eyes became sharp, like ice picks that seemed to pierce through paper.

He quickly picked up the pen, wrote a few sentences, folded it into a strip, and sealed it with wax.

"Yun Cong." He raised his voice, and Yun Cong, who was waiting outside the tent, immediately lifted the curtain and came out, waiting for the order, "Go and invite the military commander Meng Bing, the left and right guard generals Shi Ding and Chao Xu immediately, and you must be quick. I will order them to send a letter to invite the governor of Qin, and you send a reliable person to find an excuse to return to the city and deliver it to the provincial government. Be secret when you come."

Yun Cong immediately took the order and did it.

Hengzhi in the tent stood still, with his head slightly raised, but there was no sign of panic.

After a long period of preparation, the heavy rain is finally coming.

……

"You didn't tell me, Governor, why is he so anxious? Is there something important?" Meng Bing was still inspecting the horse in the woods, and Yun Cong asked him to return to the tent without saying a word, which made people a little confused.

There is a way to call a prefecture a prefecture. There, Hengzhi's official title is Zhaohou, so naturally he should be called Xiaohouye.

This is the military, and after the completion of the parade ground, it will be the new office. Hengzhi is the marching governor of the three roads of Kezhou, so he must follow the rules of the military.

"I don't know, but things are urgent, so it's better to get there as soon as possible."

Meng Bing said "Oh, Oh" twice in succession, and stopped asking questions. He just lowered his head and walked quickly.

The governor is young after all, he is not afraid of making a big fuss about things. Meng Bing thought that he had been in this camp for decades, and had been a captain for ten years. He had been on the battlefield and guarded the pass, so he was naturally worried that Heng Zhi was not up to the task.

Although they could see Youbei was about to attack, they would not choose to attack at this time due to the sudden heavy snowfall in recent days. Not only were they short of food and clothing, but they even had no supply of food and fodder.

The snow on the grassland became heavier.

Therefore, this is a good time to raise troops. These horses are newly trained. If they are not inspected as soon as possible, how can we safely let them go with the army to attack?
He then entered the tent. Shi Ding and Chao Xu stood on his left and right like guardians, making it seem as if he was being late and neglectful.

"Meet the Governor."

Heng Zhi raised his hand and brushed off the complicated etiquette. "To make a long story short, I summoned all the generals here today to discuss the timing and location of Youbei's possible invasion."

There was a huge map hanging behind him. In the center, dotted with cinnabar red, was naturally the main city of Kezhou and several important passes.

Heng Zhi's fingertips stopped at Louguan and asked, "Louguan has 100,000 troops stationed there, scattered in three locations: the east, west, and the main city gate. The east side has the weakest troops, followed by the west side, and the main gate has the most troops. The Youbei people are coming with more force this time. I think we need to transfer troops from Kezhou to ambush and guard the pass. What do you think?"

Shi Ding and Chao Xu were old colleagues in the army. They looked at each other, both felt that they needed to think about it, but remained silent.

Meng Bing looked at the three of them one by one and felt that they were not straightforward enough. "I think the governor is worrying too much. Not to mention that Youbei can't mobilize so many troops. Even if they attack, the 100,000 defenders can still defend. There is still time to transfer more troops from Kezhou!" He spread his hands and said disapprovingly, "If they attack, there will naturally be military reports."

Heng Zhi picked up the note that was burned by fire, his expression cold, "Captain, do you really think so? Why don't you read this letter?"

The note was passed to Meng Bing, who read it for a long time but could not figure out what it meant. "What does this mean?"

Hengzhi put his hands on both sides of the long table, like a manipulator in control of everything, and revealed the answer one sentence at a time, "Liyunxia means 'movement', the word 'well' is split in half, which is ten days, and the old hometown apricots are sweet, which refers to Louguan, which produces a lot of sweet apricots."

"The letter paper smells like milk. It is from You Bei, who sent a message, saying that the troops will arrive at Louguan in ten days."

With every word, Meng Bing's face darkened.

Heng Zhi knocked on the table in a deep voice, and every word pierced his heart. "Does the commander really think that after all these years of peace, the military reports from Louguan are still as sharp as before?"

(End of this chapter)