"Sister Changle, why is there still no news from brother-in-law?" In Changle Palace, Li Zhi asked worriedly.
Half a month after the decisive battle, there was no news from the entire Western Expedition Army.
Since Meton successfully predicted the solar eclipse and used it to defeat the Tuyuhun Army, Meton immediately became Li Zhi's idol. He always talked about his brother-in-law.
Worry flashed through Princess Changle's eyes. Ever since the first day of the fifth month, when they had exchanged letters, she had not received any more letters from Moton.
Princess Changle shook her head and swept away the worry in her heart. She shook her head and said, "Meton wrote before the pursuit that no news is the best news. Now that there is no news, it means that they are safe and sound."
"No news is the best news." Li Zhi's eyes lit up and he quickly memorized it in his heart.
This time, not only Li Zhi was anxious, but also the entire Chang 'an City began to be anxious. The people began to talk about it.
"Could it be that the front line was defeated?"
"Fu Yun burned the grassland. Even the horses had nothing to eat. Could it be …"
"I heard that the Tuyuhun Sea is eight hundred miles long. Once you enter it, you can't get out."
…
Rumors were flying in Chang 'an City. People were in a state of panic. Various versions of rumors were flying.
"My poor son! If you die in battle, how can I live? "A gray-haired old woman was so frightened that she burst into tears.
Even the families of the soldiers who went to battle were like this. They were afraid that their sons would die in battle. The atmosphere in Chang 'an City suddenly became impetuous.
"Newspapers are sold! The latest Mo Magazine is out. "
A newspaper boy's voice sounded in Chang 'an City. Suddenly, everyone's attention was focused on him. The newspaper was the most sensitive to news, especially the Mo Magazine. Mo Jiazi had personally followed the army into the grassland. Perhaps there was news from the front line.
"Give me one!" A passer-by did not hesitate to take out money to buy a copy of the newspaper. Others followed suit. Everyone was concerned about the Western Expedition. This issue of the Mo Magazine was particularly popular. In a short while, the Mo Magazine in the hands of the newsboy was sold out.
Everyone picked up the magazine and saw the headline on the front page: "No news is the best news." And the author was surprisingly Mo Jiazi.
Just when everyone thought that this was news from Mo Jiazi's frontline, they realized that it was just a short paragraph, and it seemed to be a fragment of a letter.
Everyone naturally knew who Mo Jiazi could write a letter to, but no one had expected that Princess Changle would actually publish the contents of the letter in Mo Magazine.
"No news is the best news!"
The more they read, the calmer they felt.
That's right! There hasn't been any news yet, so how can we guess that the army has been defeated?
Once the army entered the grasslands, there was no news. It was normal for there to be no reply for half a month. Moreover, since there was no news from the frontline, there was naturally no bad news, and the army was naturally fine.
For a moment, the people of Chang 'an calmed down because of Meton's words. All the rumors and slanders in Chang 'an were swept away.
When a family member of a soldier who had been crying all day heard this, she immediately wiped her tears and got up to continue her work.
"Hey, Aunty Liu, now you're not worried that your youngest son has died in battle?" A passer-by teased.
"Your son died in battle? My son is currently fighting with the army. When he returns from battle another day, he might even earn a title for me. "Aunty Liu angrily rebuked.
For a moment, the family members of the soldiers who had gone to battle calmed down, and the aura of fear was immediately swept away.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, the people of Chang 'an have calmed down." Commander Li Junxian of one hundred cavalry bowed and reported.
Li Shimin couldn't help but look at the ink magazine in his hand in amazement. He said, "You mean, the people of Chang 'an have calmed down because of one sentence?"
Li Junxian nodded solemnly and said, "Not only the people of Chang 'an, but even I couldn't help but think in a bad direction because there was no news from the frontline. However, after reading this sentence, I found it very strange and couldn't help thinking in a good direction."
Li Shimin nodded empathetically. As the emperor, he was more worried than anyone else when there was no news from the army at the frontline. Now that he saw this sentence, he couldn't help but feel lucky. No news was always better than bad news, and his worries were greatly reduced.
He didn't expect that the problem that he couldn't solve was solved by his daughter. In order to help him, Changle even published the contents of his private message. How could Li Shimin not be touched by such a considerate girl?
"However, although there is no news from the army at the frontline, there is good news from the wounded barracks." Li Junxian bowed and said.
"Hmm?" Li Shimin's heart suddenly moved. He said, "Could it be …"
Li Junxian nodded and said, "According to the news from the wounded barracks, under the treatment of the disciples of the Medical School, seventy percent of the wounded soldiers have recovered."
Li Shimin suddenly felt that happiness had come too suddenly. In the past, the highest rate of recovery for the wounded soldiers was only thirty percent. Now that seventy percent of the wounded soldiers had recovered, that meant that seven thousand wounded soldiers had recovered. This was more than double what he had expected. Moreover, once these wounded soldiers recovered, they would be elite soldiers who had been through hundreds of battles. They were the most precious talents in the army.
"What about the other thirty percent of the wounded soldiers?" Li Shimin was still unsatisfied.
Li Junxian said with a heavy expression, "Five percent of the wounded soldiers have died. However, the remaining twenty-five percent of the wounded soldiers have stabilized. I'm afraid it will take some time for them to recover."
The Medical School really didn't boast. The recovery rate was close to ninety-five percent. Li Shimin took a deep breath and became excited.
"Immediately spread this good news throughout Chang 'an City. In addition, give the same compensation to the soldiers who died and those who sacrificed themselves," Li Shimin said.
"Yes!"
Li Junxian immediately took the order and left in a hurry. He believed that once the news about the recovery rate of the wounded barracks spread throughout Chang 'an City, the hearts of the people of Chang' an City and even the Tang dynasty would be at ease.
After Li Junxian left, Li Shimin immediately looked for the memorial about the medical soldiers that Li Jing had submitted. He didn't even look at it and pressed the imperial seal heavily.
"Immediately hand it over to the three provinces and six ministries. Strive to let the Medical School train their own medical soldiers in the shortest time possible," Li Shimin shouted.
Pande, who was on standby at the side, immediately took the memorial and handed it over.
"A ninety-five percent recovery rate!" After arranging everything, Li Shimin was still unable to contain his excitement. He had been in the army for a long time, so he naturally knew how much the sudden rise of the Medical School could save for the imperial court, how many more elite soldiers there would be, and how many more families would be reunited.
"The Medical School!" Li Shimin had never paid as much attention to the Hundred Schools of Thought as he did this time. Previously, the School of Mo had given him many surprises. Perhaps this was an exception. However, the sudden rise of the Medical School made him realize that he had been neglecting some of the most precious treasures. The teachings of the Hundred Schools of Thought were not just one or two teachings, but all of them.
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