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63 The rise and fall of the country is the responsibility of the individual

When Ye Mengxiong left, it was the hot summer. Soon after leaving the city, Ye Mengxiong arrived at a small pavilion in the south of Beijing. Seeing a carriage standing next to him, he couldn't help but smile when he looked at the people standing in the pavilion.

"Ji Xin is a mere military general who goes out of the city to see him off at this time. Wouldn't you be afraid of being regarded as my accomplices by those civil officials and being suppressed?"

Ye Mengxiong tied up the horses and asked the family to move forward slowly. He stayed and walked into the pavilion. He saw a few simple cool side dishes on the small table in the pavilion, and a pot of drinks covered with water droplets, and a happier smile.

"I only realized that my father had a wealth of wealth that no one wanted to move when he arrived in the capital. Since that's the case, why not enjoy it? Mr. Ye, this is the best iced wine, please."

Xiao Ruxun poured a glass of purple liquid into the small wine glass, and handed it to Ye Mengxiong in the air conditioning. Ye Mengxiong was in the heat, walked up to sit down, raised the glass and drank it all, and felt refreshed.

"Grape wine is luminous, and I want to drink the pipa immediately urges me. Don't laugh at me when I sleep in the battlefield. How many people have returned from war since ancient times? Grape wine is intoxicating, but I can't intoxicate my heart. If I can, I really want this extremely sober heart to get drunk."

Ye Mengxiong held the wine glass, and his free and easy color swept away. The thick and indelible sorrow seemed to cover his entire body. In just a moment, tears fell.

He shook the wine glass in his hand, raised his neck to the empty wine glass, then stood up, pointed at Xiao Ruxun and glared, roaring: "But why is the person who knows me the best is you, the general! Why are you a general? Why? Why?! Ji Xin! Ji Xin! Why are you not a Jinshi! Why are you not a Shujishi! Why are you not a Hanlin!!! Ming Dynasty!! Ming Dynasty!!!

Ye Mengxiong suddenly shattered the wine glass in his hand, and then seemed to be furious. He swept all the wine and food on the table down to the ground, leaned on the stone table and cried loudly. The wine and food fell to the ground and fell to pieces. Xiao Ruxun seemed to be able to hear the same sound from Ye Mengxiong's heart.

Xiao Ruxun walked to the side of the carriage silently, took out a cold and bone-black wine pot from the extremely cool carriage, and placed it again on the stone table.

"Every man has a responsibility for the rise and fall of a country. The responsibility for saving the country is not unique to one or two Jinshis. The Ming Dynasty is the great Ming of the people of the world, not the great Ming of the Jinshis. Even though Xun was a military general and had a humble position, he also had the ambition to save the country in this heart. This body is not destroyed, and this ambition is unswerving."

Ye Mengxiong sucked his nose and raised his head. His face was covered with tears. Although his eyes were red and swollen, he was still energetic. He looked at Xiao Ruxun tightly, as if... he could see a little faint light of hope from Xiao Ruxun's face.

Xiao Ruxun raised the small pot of iced wine and looked at Ye Mengxiong.

"Only one breath is there, and you will never stop fighting, even if you die, you will be a man!"

After saying that, Xiao Ruxun raised her head, drank half of the pot of wine, and handed the remaining half to Ye Mengxiong.

Ye Mengxiong stared at Xiao Ruxun in a daze. After a long time, he grabbed half of the pot of wine and drank it dry. Then he smashed the pot with a fierce look and smashed it out of the pavilion. He rushed out of the pavilion and roared loudly at the giant city of Beijing, which was covered in clouds in his sight.

"This is the military general you look down upon! This is the military general you regard as a pig or a dog!! A military general still has the ambition to save the country, where are you? Where have your consciences gone!! Being a Jinshi in vain! Being a Hanlin in vain! Being a scholar in vain!

They are well-dressed and look good! The saint said, the ancients said! But behind their backs, they were doing some dirty things like cutting off their children and grandchildren! Enjoy personal pockets! Forge cliques for personal gain! Contradict the black and white! Disregard human life!

Do you really think God can’t see it?! Do you really think no one can deal with you?!

You wait! Look! Look! Those who support the world will surely be Xiao Ruxun!!”

The sixty-two-year-old man seemed to have used all his life's strength and courage to roar out the most sad, anger, miserable and strongest sound in his heart in the vast wilderness, and then collapsed to the ground and gasped violently.

Xiao Ruxun quickly stepped forward and helped Ye Mengxiong up. Looking at Ye Mengxiong's red face, his heart was surging.

Ye Mengxiong grabbed Xiao Ruxun's hand and tried very hard, and Xiao Ruxun felt a little hurt.

"This aspiration must not be forgotten, no matter when, this aspiration must not be forgotten!"

Ye Mengxiong was like an ascetic who fell into the water. When exhausted and desperate, he grabbed a straw.

"This body is not destroyed, this will remain unswerving."

Xiao Ruxun answered like this.

"Good...good... I'm so lucky to have such a patriot in the Ming Dynasty! I'm so lucky..."

Ye Mengxiong, who had exhausted his energy and fell asleep, was sent back by Xiao Ruxun driving a carriage to his family's convoy. Watching the Ye family convoy slowly heading south, Xiao Ruxun turned his horse's head and ran quickly to Beijing City, which was covered with clouds in his sight. After a long time, a ray of sunlight pierced the deep clouds and enveloped the inconspicuous pavilion.

Xiao Ruxun lived in the capital for a month. For a strange month, all the meritorious ministers of the Ningxia Battle received their own rewards and then rushed to various places to serve as officials according to the new appointment.

Xiao Ruxun also received his title and reward, but there was no imperial edict for Xiao Ruxun to return to Ningxia to guard the local area. So more and more people came to ask Xiao Ruxun, an old battlefield driver, to take his children.

On July 26, the Liaodong Dushi 800 miles rushed into the Beijing, and the Ministry of War, the cabinet and the deep palace were all in deep shock and worry. Soon, the whole court was in an uproar.

In addition to communicating with various martial arts families for a month, Xiao Ruxun has been stuck at home and making villains with Yang Caiyun. The couple is stuck together like a bond and doesn't want to separate for a minute or a second. The sour smell and dazzling light of love make Xiao Wenkui, who regards himself as a single dog, retreat and do not enter the inner courtyard for three consecutive days to avoid stabbing his eyes. At the same time, he is also looking forward to his young grandson coming to life earlier.

On the afternoon of July 26, this sweet tranquility was broken, and my father went home in panic and brought back the news that the Liaodong Army Zu Chengxun defeated Pyongyang and damaged two generals and nearly a thousand soldiers.

Xiao Ruxun didn't find it strange at all. Under Yang Caiyun's service, she sat at the table and wrote a memorial for the request. She asked her father to hand it over to her, and then ignored it. She continued to hold Yang Caiyun and kissed and bite her, and then made a villain.

Early in the morning of July 27, the Ministry of War, which was in chaos, received a memorial from Xiao Ruxun for war, and was handed over to Shi Xing, the Minister of War. At the same time, another memorial was handed over.

After reading these two memorials, Shi Xing frowned and did not dare to make a decision without authorization. So he brought these two memorials to the cabinet to discuss with the cabinet masters. Shi Xing also knew that Zhao Zhigao, a confused gentleman, could not do anything serious. Now he could only see how Zhang Wei, who was more sober, looked at this matter.

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