"Long live the baby!" Queen Zhang Yan carefully handed the sleeping baby on her to the palace maid and called softly, as if she was about to say goodbye.

Zhu Youxiao looked at his daughter's chubby and tender little face, and somehow he thought of the Shenyang Shipping and the destruction of the slaves and the pacification of the Liao Dynasty.

"Baozhu, please do as you please. I'll stay a little longer." Zhu Youxiao came back to his senses, smiled and nodded.

Zhang Yan's belly was slightly bulging, but it was not noticeable unless one looked closely. She often came to Changchun Palace to see children, partly because she liked them and partly because she wanted to learn about parenting.

Ever since she became pregnant, the emperor's favor was no longer important to her. She was even afraid that the emperor would stay overnight in Kunning Palace. He said he was just going to sleep there, but he kept touching her and was dishonest!

"I'll take my leave first." Zhang Yan stood up and bowed slightly, then left the palace with the attentive help of the palace maids.

Zhang Yu'er was escorted to the door, bowed and said goodbye, then returned to the hall and stood obediently beside the emperor.

Zhu Youxiao smiled and reached out, pulling the child's mother over to sit next to him. He put his arm around Yu'er's waist and kneaded the soft flesh between her waist and hips.

Having become a mother, Yuer exudes a mature scent. After her confinement, she can now take a bath, which also allows her to regain her feminine fragrance. Well, there is also a kind of frankincense on her body, which smells very pleasant.

"Your Majesty." Yu'er still preferred the address she received as a servant. She gently rested her head on the emperor's shoulder and pleaded in a low voice, "I don't want to eat greasy, salty, and tasteless food anymore. It's too disgusting."

We must hire a wet nurse. The two little girls' appetites are getting bigger and bigger. If Yu'er is the only one feeding them, she might be drained dry.

Zhu Youxiao nodded, hugged Yu'er and lay down on the bed, smiling and said: "Two little girls, it's hard for my beloved concubine. The wet nurse has been invited, and you will have an easier time from now on."

Zhang Yuer giggled and came over to kiss the emperor.

You kiss me, I can't bear this loss, I can kiss you back twice as much. Zhu Youxiao also touched her all over, making Zhang Yuer's face hot and her heart beating, and she was panting.

Yu'er suddenly reached out to stop the emperor's impulse, covered her clothes that had exposed her spring scenery, and signaled to the emperor with her eyes.

Zhu Youxiao turned around and saw a little girl who had just woken up. She was sucking her fingers, her eyes wide open, looking at her parents who were rolling around in a frenzy.

What does a child of only forty days old understand? It's pointless to watch. But human psychology is like this; being stared at makes one feel strange. Few people would be able to remain calm and composed when someone observes their private affairs.

Zhu Youxiao rolled his eyes, reached out and plucked his daughter's cheek, and said angrily, "Why are you staring at me with your eyes wide open instead of sleeping properly?"

Giggling, the little baby let out a clear laugh, and then ate his fingers even more happily.

Zhu Youxiao smiled helplessly, not angry at all. He was happy just looking at such a lovely daughter.

"Your Majesty, you--" Zhang Yuer straightened her clothes and looked at Your Majesty tentatively.

Zhu Youxiao touched his beloved concubine's face and said, "Well, I will come to Changchun Palace to eat and sleep tonight."

"Yes, I am waiting for your arrival." Zhang Yuer bowed happily. The blush on her face had not yet completely faded. She felt both shy and excited.

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After returning to the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Youxiao saw the urgent military report sent from southern Liaoning.

Due to the time difference, this military report reported that the three Liaonan associations used elite troops as a lure, fought a fierce battle with Daishan's troops in the hilly area and won.

Victory was undeniable, but the Liaonan Three Coalitions suffered heavy casualties, especially the 1,800 elite soldiers used as bait. In the end, including those dug out from the pile of corpses, only 623 survived.

Of these 623 men, only a little over 400 were able to continue serving in the military, and the number of wounded soldiers who survived was likely to decrease even further.

Losing more than half of their troops is not enough to describe it; these were elite soldiers, the most courageous warriors. Without their brave fighting and their distraction, the Ming army would have had a very difficult time winning.

Zhu Youxiao looked at the short description in the battle report and could imagine the fierce and cruel bloody battle between the enemy and us.

The battles of that era did not involve earth-shattering carpet bombings or hail of bullets from machine guns, but they were no less bloody and cruel than modern wars.

Blood splattered, flesh flew everywhere, limbs were severed, corpses piled up side by side, and soldiers from both armies brandished their weapons in a split-second, life-or-death struggle. Eyes glared, threatening to burst from their sockets, on faces stained with blood...

Zhu Youxiao held the brief military report in his hand for a long time.

Victory was gratifying and what he wanted most. However, Zhu Youxiao believed that it was far from enough to just reward money, silver, and generous pensions.

Heroes should not be treated like this. Even if not every martyr who sacrifices his life for the country can be recorded in history, these are definitely heroic deeds that deserve to be written in bold and colorful strokes.

There is a modern saying that goes, "The power of example is infinite."

The praise and promotion of heroes in war is also commonplace and not uncommon.

A role model is a living textbook that makes abstract thoughts and behaviors concrete and vivid, visible and tangible, making them trustworthy, respectable, amiable, enviable and learnable.

To raise a high flag is to establish a direction of thought and behavior in people's minds.

Zhu Youxiao was not only familiar with the methods of propaganda and education, but also had a deep memory of them. For example, the heroic deeds of ***, ***, and *** would never be forgotten.

Thinking about this, Zhu Youxiao placed the military report on the table and ordered in a deep voice: "Come here, call Ni Wenhuan."

Ni Wenhuan, the imperial penman, had become the first penman since Wei Guangwei's promotion. However, the emperor was still somewhat dissatisfied with him and put forward new requirements. He had also been studying hard recently, which made the emperor value him more.

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