Chapter 165: Sending You to the Sky (33)

The tents in the military camp were next to each other, but Shen Minghuan's tent was an exception.

His tent was located in the center. It was not only large and luxurious, but also surrounded by patrol sentries. Therefore, although Xie Zhifei's tent was next door, it was still a short distance away.

Jindu could not accommodate all the soldiers, so except for half of the army who maintained order in the city and cleaned up the mess, the rest returned to the camp after the great victory.

"If your majesty leads the troops to fight in person, he will definitely be more powerful than General Yuwen and his men. Did you see it just now? The city wall is so high, but your majesty shot the commander to death with one arrow."

"No wonder your majesty didn't go up to the city wall in person before. If he had gone up to the city wall, we wouldn't have had any military merit."

"Hey, I followed General Yuwen up to the city wall. You don't know that when I went up, the soldiers on the city wall were all paralyzed. They said that when your majesty shot that arrow, they saw a golden light."

The soldier who was talking was spitting all over the place. He looked around and stood on a higher boulder next to him. "Not only that, there was a dragon in the golden light. Do you know dragons? When its eyes glared, the soldiers of Jin State immediately became weak in the legs. When I grabbed them and went down, their legs were still weak."

Shen Minghuan listened with great interest. He felt that after a while, the rumor would become - after he shot an arrow, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, Ghosts and gods came out together, and everyone in Jindu was terrified, collapsed to the ground, and shouted "Long live the emperor".

It's quite interesting, worthy of being me.

Shen Minghuan stopped Yu Wenshan from trying to interrupt the other party's behavior, and walked around in another direction in a low-key manner.

The military doctor was bandaging Xie Zhifei's wounds. He had too many wounds on his body, and the military doctor spent a lot of time just applying medicine.

Seeing Shen Minghuan coming, the military doctor quickly wrapped the last bandage and bowed: "Meet your majesty."

Shen Minghuan nodded slightly and asked: "How is it?"

"No longer in danger of life."

This description still sounds very serious. He waved his hand, and the military doctor left the tent.

Doctor He resigned himself to step forward and feel Xie Zhifei's pulse: "Your Majesty, I am almost having unique insights on external injuries." Who still remembers that he was once a doctor who was not good at treating external injuries?

"It has nothing to do with me. It's all Huai Jin and Zi Zheng. They are always injured." Shen Minghuan threw the blame on the patient without hesitation.

Under normal circumstances, the first thing Xie Zhifei should have done when he came back was to see Shen Minghuan, but he also knew that he had gone too far by leaving without saying goodbye and acting first and reporting later. It would be fine if he could return safely, but he had to toss himself into this state, so he inexplicably developed an ostrich mentality.

He felt that Shen Minghuan would be very angry, and then he mocked himself for taking himself too seriously, and then he was worried that Shen Minghuan would despise him for being embarrassing, and fall on the city wall in a mess, half dead, and shake the morale of the army...

He regretted that he did not commit suicide earlier, and then he was glad that he did not die.

He did not dare to see Shen Minghuan, so he dragged it on until now.

But now Shen Minghuan came in person, he had no choice.

Xie Zhifei took a deep breath, struggled to get up, and knelt on the ground: "I am guilty, please punish me, Your Majesty."

Before Doctor He could identify the pulse, the other party's hand suddenly withdrew, and he snorted coldly and stood by without forcing.

Doctor He didn't like disobedient patients, and he hated this kid for causing trouble for Shen Minghuan, so he simply stood with his hands behind his back and watched the show.

Yuwenshan and Nie Shiyun secretly observed Shen Minghuan's face, wanting to say something but stopping, wanting to help but not daring to.

"I am indeed very angry."

Xie Zhifei's face was pale, and he leaned over to say "yes."

He really made a big mistake, but Shen Minghuan saved him and allowed the military doctor to treat his injuries, so it shouldn't cost him his life.

But in the future, maybe he won't be able to compare with Nan Huaijin.

Shen Minghuan sat down on the chair, his tone cold, "Xie Zizheng, you should apologize to me."

Xie Zhifei, who had already played the role in his mind to how to torture himself to let Shen Minghuan vent his anger: "???"

Xie Zhifei was a little confused, he tentatively said: "I'm sorry?"

Shen Minghuan nodded proudly and announced: "I forgive you."

Xie Zhifei's eyes were blank.

"Zi Zheng, I know you have your own considerations, you are not wrong. You have at least half the credit for the Yong army's smooth capture of Jin."

"Only I have the right to blame you for this matter, but you apologized, and now I forgive you."

His body can't be hidden for too long. Xie Zhifei is so smart that he will sooner or later find out the damage to his body. But it's not Xie Zhifei's fault, it's his own choice.

If we have to talk about responsibility, looking at the world, only he, the person involved, has the right to blame Xie Zhifei.

In addition, even Xie Zhifei himself has no right.

-So Zi Zheng, if you think about this in the future, you must remember that I forgive you.

Yu Wenshan helped Xie Zhifei up with a tactful look, and Doctor He curled his lips, looking as if he had expected it.

It's better to expect a sow to climb a tree than to expect the soft-hearted Shen Minghuan to punish people.

That is, Liang Da didn't know what Doctor He was thinking, otherwise he would definitely crawl out of the ground and argue with all his might.

Xie Zhifei was still a little slow to react. He felt something was unreal and for a moment he suspected he was dreaming: "Your Majesty, you forgive me so easily?"

"You are still alive, there is nothing I cannot forgive." Shen Minghuan said calmly and naturally. He raised his eyes and sighed, as if he was glad: "Zi Zheng, I almost lost you."

Although he felt that as long as he was present, there was no possibility of "almost".

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhifei's eyes were red, and all the uneasiness and thoughts in his heart disappeared in an instant with the cherishment revealed in this sentence.

Shen Minghuan said "hmm" and smiled: "Zi Zheng, I care about you very much. Even if it is for my sake, you should care more about yourself."

Xie Zhifei lowered his head suddenly, a tear slipped quietly, and he trembled and replied: "Yes, Your Majesty."

*

When the city was slightly stable, Shen Minghuan was welcomed into the Jin Palace.

Jiuzhou was pacified, such a great victory must reward the three armies.

With Xie Zhifei earning money to provide food and grass, the army has always had good food. On a day worth celebrating like today, each person was given a large piece of meat.

Yuwenshan and Nie Shiyun said in a high-sounding manner that they were having fun with the soldiers, but in fact they were just feasting. Even if they wanted to see His Majesty again, they didn't want to drink those soups that were so light that they could only smell the smell of medicine.

Xie Zhifei and Shen Minghuan, two patients, ate porridge made with chicken soup today, which was the most warming and nourishing.

Shen Minghuan ate seriously with a spoon and finished the porridge in a short while.

Xie Zhifei smiled and said, "Your Majesty has a good appetite today." Before he left, if no one was watching Shen Minghuan while he was eating, he would probably just barely keep himself from starving to death.

He didn't know that Shen Minghuan couldn't use martial arts, but at the beginning he was also worried about whether this person could bear it after coming from afar.

However, even Sui Qing, who saw Shen Minghuan vomiting blood with his own eyes, gradually let down his guard when he saw this person acting like nothing happened. No wonder Xie Zhifei couldn't see it.

Shen Minghuan swallowed another mouthful of porridge, "I said you were too careful on weekdays, I feel I'm fine."

Xie Zhifei smiled but said nothing.

Doctor He felt uncomfortable, so he simply turned a blind eye and went out with two medical books.

Ordinary people lose their appetite when they feel a little uncomfortable. If they have stomach or abdominal cramps, eating is a torture, but Shen Minghuan's internal organs are in pain, but he can drink porridge without changing his expression.

Doctor He felt that what Shen Minghuan drank was not the soft and glutinous rice porridge carefully cooked by the chef, but a sharp blade with a cold light, and every mouthful was bloody.

But he couldn't stop Shen Minghuan from eating. Only when he was full could he resist the disease, get better treatment, and have a chance to survive.

Doctor He sighed, flipped through the medical books, and thought about how to improve Ma Fei San.

*

The end of the war is just the beginning, not the end. Although Jin State was destroyed, there are still many things to be dealt with.

The Yong regime was just established. It was still a turbulent, weak, and devastated dynasty. It was still a long way from the prosperity that everyone yearned for and expected.

When Zhao Yuancheng learned that Jin State was destroyed, he was eager to survive and asked Mr. Zhou to witness that he voluntarily abdicated and wanted to give the throne to Shen Minghuan.

The distance was far, and it was tiring to send letters back and forth, so Shen Minghuan did not go through the "three resignations and three concessions" procedure.

Since the emperor was the same, Yan State was naturally incorporated into Yong State.

Since then, the nine states were unified again.

After receiving the letter, officials far away in Yongdu rushed to Jindu one after another. Because there were so many people, they had to be divided into several groups.

Moving the capital has always been a big project. Even though Shen Minghuan ordered the Yong Palace to continue to be preserved and the rare treasures that were inconvenient to bring could be left alone, the journey was still grand and took several months.

Officials who were unwilling to leave their homeland stayed in Yongdu, because they would need to be assigned there anyway. But more people were excited about this feat and wanted to participate in the core of the construction of the new dynasty.

Maybe they, the "first batch of ministers of the founding of the country", could appear in history books.

The officials came with their families, including the elderly, women and children, so the speed of travel was destined to be not very fast.

When they finally arrived at their destination after a long journey, they were immediately caught by the crazy Shen Minghuan to work before they had time to rest.

There were too many things to do: the laws had to be revised, and after they were formulated, they had to find a way to spread them to the illiterate people. The official system had to be improved. What kind of official structure should the new dynasty use, how should officials be selected, how to eliminate the differences between the three kingdoms, how to make the world united...

Although they had already started to consider these things, when this day really came, it did not prevent the important officials from arguing and despising each other's ideas.

But there was one more thing that was urgent.

At the end of the year, eighteen days before New Year's Eve, Shen Minghuan held a coronation ceremony, and the reign was named Xia Zhao.

The court officials who were waiting to show their talents turned this coronation ceremony into a founding ceremony. The old Yong Kingdom had disappeared along with Shen Wei and Yan Jin, and now a brand new Yong Dynasty, which was different from the past, was established.

The officials rushed and finally let the people live a new year belonging to Xia Zhao.

Even if they were still poor and down and out for a while, they could imagine the future with a smile.

Because they were celebrating the New Year's Eve of the first year of Xia Zhao.

And when the firecrackers were gone and the fireworks burned out, it was the second year of Xia Zhao.