When the sun is setting again, the western sky is like a girl wearing blue rouge gouache, so red and so beautiful.

There is no twilight in the edict, only darkness.

Zhu Ping'an took advantage of the firelight in the aisle, leaned against the prison railing, and tirelessly wrote and painted on the muddy ground.

"Hey, nerd, it's time to eat."

The jailer came with a wooden bucket, took out a long-handled spoon with rice and knocked on the prison rail, reminded Zhu Ping'an, and then fed a pig, took a long-handled spoon and dug two spoonfuls of rice from the barrel and buckled it in the bowl, and handed it to Zhu Ping'an.

"Thank you."

Zhu Ping'an thanked him, took the bowl and put it at his feet, holding a wooden stick in his hand and continuing to write and draw.

The first volume of Qi Jiguang's "Actual Record of Military Training" was written almost silently, and it was not too late to eat it after writing. With the dictation of "The Actual Record of Military Training", Zhu Ping'an's understanding and comprehension of military affairs are also slowly deepening.

Reading a book a hundred times is more righteous than reading a hundred times, and Zhu Ping'an personally thinks so.

As for writing the "Actual Record of Military Training", it is because the Ming Dynasty captured the Japanese in the north and the south, and was riddled with military affairs, no matter what position he is in, there is no harm in knowing more about these training strategies and methods of using soldiers. Even if he is in the capital, as a civilian official, if there is a front-line military attache battle report in the future, he can understand it.

In fact, not only "The Actual Record of Military Training", Zhu Ping'an also silently wrote "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "General Essentials of Martial Arts" and other military books in the Imperial Prison. Of course, not only military books, but also political affairs and economic works, Zhu Ping'an also wrote and memorized a lot of them in prison. In the Imperial Prison, Zhu Ping'an's richest thing is time, although the conditions in the Imperial Prison are difficult, but it is rare that no one disturbs him, and Zhu Ping'an can concentrate on studying the knowledge he is interested in.

"I don't eat actively, I have a problem with my brain. In this edict, there is a ball for reading and practicing calligraphy, and I still want to go out. Heh, I've been working in this edict for more than ten years, and so many people have come in, but I haven't seen a few who can get out. What to do by torturing yourself like this, it is better to sleep a lot, and to be able to live one day at a time. ”

The jailer couldn't help but shake his head, and ridiculed Zhu Ping'an a few words, these days he inspected the cell, every time he inspected Zhu Ping'an, he saw that Zhu Ping'an was either endorsing or practicing calligraphy, and the land of the entire cell was turned over several times, and the muddy ground was almost sandy, and he was very impressed by this nerd.

In his opinion, Zhu Ping'an has been imprisoned, what are you doing so much, how boring and tiring it is to practice calligraphy, with the kung fu of memorizing and practicing calligraphy, it is better to sleep for a while like other prisoners, and sleep for one more day.

Drift along.

This is the state that prison prisoners should be.

"Chaowen said, you can die at night." Zhu Ping'an raised his head and smiled slightly. For example, when Confucius was as poor as Chen Cai, he did not pour quinoa soup and did not taste grains for seven days, but he lectured, recited, and played the piano all day long, and finally became a saint. His talent is less than one-ten-thousandth of that of Confucius and other sages, and only by working hard can he be able to match it.

"What do you mean?" The jailer looked dazed, then shook his head and said mockingly, "I don't know, but I know that if you don't even know how to eat, then you won't be far from starvation." ”

"Hehe, thanks for the reminder, I'll eat it after I finish writing this volume." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly.

"What a nerd, in this edict, there is a ball for writing, why, do you still want to get out?" The jailer looked at Zhu Ping'an.

"Hehe, food is material food, books are spiritual food, the body must be full, and the spirit cannot be hungry. In addition, to be honest, I do want to go out, and I have to have some dreams to be a person, otherwise what's the difference between it and salted fish, in case it comes true. Zhu Ping'an smiled, and finally replied by borrowing Xingye's famous words.

"What if it happens? Hehe, you're really a nerd, you'll finish eating, lie down there, and your dream will come true. ”

The jailer shook his head and sneered, Zhu Ping'an was whimsical, and he wanted to get out after entering the edict, which was a dream.

Zhu Ping'an smiled, didn't speak again, lowered his head and continued to write the first volume of "The Actual Record of Military Training", which was almost completed.

"What a nerd ......"

The jailer felt that Zhu Ping'an was hopeless, shook his head, and left with a rice bucket.

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

But just as the jailer was about to turn the corner in the hallway, he heard a shrill voice from the other side of the hallway.

Divine Decree?!

When the jailer heard the word "Holy Decree", his body reflexively knelt down on the edge of the aisle, avoiding it.

Soon, a group of people walked over from the aisle, led by three eunuchs, the leading eunuch respectfully holding a black ox horn scroll holy decree in his hand, accompanied by a team of brocade guards.

The group passed by the kneeling jailer and walked straight to Zhu Ping'an's cell, the jailer kneeling on the ground, saw the group of people who read the holy decree stopped in front of Zhu Ping'an's cell, and couldn't help but think of Zhu Ping'an's sentence in his mind: To be a man, you have to have some dreams, otherwise what is the difference between it and salted fish, what if it comes true......

You can't really be fooled by this nerd, right?!

The jailer's eyelids couldn't help jumping, and then he shook his head again, no, this nerd was just imprisoned in the edict by the Holy Decree, how can he be released by the Holy Decree again, how can the Holy Chrysostom change his mind so quickly.

It can't be the order to execute this nerd?!

It's a pity, this nerd doesn't look like a traitorous person, and the jailer can't help but pity Zhu Ping'an. Actually, don't look at the jailers who often ridicule Zhu Ping'an, but in the face of Zhu Ping'an's ability to insist on reading and practicing calligraphy in the Imperial Prison, I still have some admiration in my heart. Therefore, three meals a day have never been left behind for Zhu Ping'an.

"Hehe, Lord Xiaozhu, let's meet again."

The leading eunuch was Meng Chong, who left in the morning, came to Zhu Ping'an's cell and said to Zhu Ping'an with a smile.

When Zhu Ping'an saw Meng Chong, he couldn't help but get excited in his heart, Meng Chong was only ordered to inquire in the morning, and he came to announce the decree in the evening, and then looked at Meng Chong's smiling face, which obviously brought good news.

Although Zhu Ping'an was somewhat sure of the arrival of this moment after Meng Chong's interrogation in the morning, Zhu Ping'an still couldn't help but be excited when he saw Meng Chong with a smile on his face and the holy decree he was holding in his hand.

"Father-in-law Meng." Zhu Ping'an held back the excitement in his heart and replied softly.

"Lord Qianhu, please also ask someone to open the prison door, so that the miscellaneous family can announce the decree to Lord Xiao Zhu." Meng Chong said with a smile to the leader of the Jinyi Guard who accompanied him.

The leader of the Jinyi guard nodded and ordered someone to open Zhu Ping'an's prison door.

"The holy decree has arrived, and Zhu Ping'an has accepted it." Meng Chong unfolded the holy decree.

"Sinner Zhu Ping'an, meet my emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live." Zhu Ping'an made a great bow to the holy decree.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said: Zhu Ping'an, a scholar in Yuwangfu's mansion...... did not report the information, shielded and protected, concealed Yang Jisheng's crimes, and slandered the minister...... Thinking of the first offense, he was demoted to the ...... of Jingnan Zhixian County"

The voice of Meng Chong reading the decree echoed in the prison.

Really out of here?!

The jailer kneeling on the ground looked shocked and incredulous.

。 Writing Chinese Network M.