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Chapter Thirteen Who Doesn't Dream of a Hero

There is a small open space behind Wenhua Hall.

Not big.

It was originally useless, but Zhu Jianji followed Zhu Yong to practice archery and horse tactics, so he opened this place into a small school ground specifically for Zhu Jianji and his eight young eunuchs to practice boxing, kicking and horse arching.

Fu Ningbo, Qian Shi, the governor of the rear army governor's office, and Zhu Yong, the chief military officer of Huailai, silently wiped the swords in their hands.

In a little while, the prince will come over.

Zhu Yongda glanced at the eight childish little eunuchs who were warming up next to him, and shook his head secretly. Zhu Xiang was indeed reliable in doing things. These eight little eunuchs were all good at practicing martial arts, but he was afraid that these little eunuchs had been with the prince since they were young.

Among the little eunuchs who grew up together, there will be another "Wang Zhen" in the future.

Zhu Yong was actually a little surprised.

I originally thought that the prince was just acting on a whim, but unexpectedly, after more than a month, His Royal Highness actually survived. He cried out in pain during the stretching session, and came to the school grounds with full health and vitality the next day.

If I can persist until I reach the crown, I am afraid that our Highness the Crown Prince will really transform into a horseback emperor like Taizong.

I heard from Zhang Peng that His Highness is also gifted in reading.

A future prince with all-round talents in civil and military affairs?

The good fortune of the country.

While I was thinking, the sharp voice of the eunuch came: "Your Majesty is here, the Prince is here."

Zhu Yong hurriedly sheathed his sword and called out to the eight young eunuchs next to him. They all knelt down together. After a few breaths, the sound of footsteps and Zhu Qiyu's voice were heard, "Uncle Fu Ning, please excuse me. Please get up."

Zhu Qiyu sat down next to him and said to Zhu Yong, "I'm here today to inspect the prince's martial arts."

Zhu Yong was a little dumbfounded when he heard this, and hurriedly explained: "For more than a month, Wei Chen has only been stretching His Highness the Crown Prince's body and muscles, improving strength and flexibility, etc., and has not practiced fists, feet, bows and horses."

There is a shitty inspection head.

Zhu Qiyu was a layman and asked unwillingly: "How many stone bows can the prince shoot now?"

Zhu Yong was stunned for a moment, "How many stones?"

Zhu Jianji, who was standing next to Zhu Qiyu, rolled his eyes and retorted: "Lao Zhu, after all, you also followed Yu Shaobao to participate in the defense of Beijing. Don't you have some ideas? How many stone bows can I shoot at my age? We are as big as the Ming Dynasty's army.

A crossbow soldier only has a stone bow!"

Not everyone is a hero.

Those who can shoot several stone bows are all famous generals who have left their names in history. Zhu Yong can only shoot two stone bows now.

Zhu Qiyu was so beaten that he lost his temper.

Zhu Yong hurriedly came to Zhu Qiyu's rescue and said: "Your Majesty, although he has only been practicing basic skills these days, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince works hard and never drops out of school. Moreover, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has very good bones. According to my estimation, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should

I can shoot a half-stone bow."

An adult opens a stone.

A five-year-old kid can open half a stone, which is very impressive. There is no tax on bragging anyway.

Zhu Qiyu was overjoyed.

Zhu Jianji heard this and said hehe, I can make a half-stone bow with a hammer - one stone in the Ming Dynasty weighed about 150 kilograms, and one kilogram in the Ming Dynasty was about 600 grams. A half-stone bow weighed 80 kilograms.

Don't say that I can't open it now, I couldn't open it in my last life.

Obviously Zhu Yong is flattering himself.

Of course, I am also trying to earn face for Zhu Qiyu.

The five-year-old Crown Prince can shoot a half-stone bow, why don't you brag about it?

Secretly hoping that Zhu Qiyu wouldn’t take him seriously.

What are you afraid of?

After all, Zhu Qiyu was a layman when it came to bows and horses. He thought to himself that our ancestors had the wise and martial bloodline of Taizong. Our father could shoot an eight-stone bow at the age of fifteen. Isn't it normal for my son to shoot a half-stone bow at the age of five?

He smiled and said, "Come here, bring a half-stone bow to the prince."

Zhu Yong: "..."

Zhu Jianji: "..."

Unexpectedly, Zhu Qiyu really took Zhu Yong's flattery seriously.

After a while, a royal guard hurriedly fetched a half-stone bow. Xing'an stepped forward, took the bow and pulled it, scolding in a sharp voice: "What are you going to do? Your Majesty asked you to fetch a half-stone bow. Please fetch a one-stone bow." What to do?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, then saw Xing'an winking at him, and immediately understood.

The bow is a half-stone bow, that's right.

But it's also wrong.

Because our Crown Prince cannot open it at all.

In this case, if His Majesty the Crown Prince cannot fire the half-stone bow and His Majesty loses face, Zhu Yong may be questioned, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will also be punished.

The guard turned around quickly and hurried away.

Return after a while.

This time I learned to be smart and got the smallest bow, which is for those who are new to bowing and horse riding.

It can be opened with the force of a bucket of rice.

How could Zhu Qiyu know the secret behind this?

I really thought it was a half-stone bow.

The ending is naturally happy for everyone.

After finally waiting for Zhu Qiyu to leave, Zhu Yong wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Zhu Jianji, showed a devilish smile, and said: "Your Highness, it seems that we have to work harder to train our strength."

Don't be afraid of anything, just be afraid of ten thousand.

His Majesty left happily, but Zhu Yong knew the thoughts of a father too well. As a father, when he found out that his son was brave and heroic, he would of course have to brag about it.

If Zhu Qiyu had a whim and asked Zhu Jianji to show off in front of the ministers, his secret would be exposed.

If the civil servants can't understand it, how can the general know how big your bow is?

Zhu Jianji had goosebumps all over his body, feeling that Zhu Yong was going to torture himself, so he hurriedly said: "Don't worry about this guy."

Strength is not so easy to develop.

It accumulates over time.

What's more, what age are we in now? Charging with a bow and arrow is just an ordinary man's bravery.

Die quickly.

Furthermore, the Shenji Battalion of the Ming Dynasty is already very mature. After he ascends the throne, he will definitely reform the Ming Dynasty and develop firearms more vigorously. When the time comes, he will expand the territory. He will first use cannons to plow the land, and then the firearms troops will crush it.

There is no need for me to lead the charge like Zhu Di did.

Therefore, practicing martial arts is to strengthen the body.

The more important thing is to learn marching formation. No matter how the times change, as long as we don't reach the information age of later generations, marching formation will always be the biggest test for a leader.

He is also one of the winners and losers of a war.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yong said: "Teacher, how is your fire gun shooting level?"

Zhu Yong thought for a moment and said: "General."

He also knows about firearms.

The Ming Dynasty's fire gun troops were mainly concentrated in the Shenji Camp, which had been wiped out in the Tumubao Incident. Although Zhu Yong knew how to use fire guns, he had not specially trained them.

He is a general, and his main purpose is to improve his tactical skills.

Zhu Jianji secretly thought that charging with bows and arrows was boring, so he had to quickly get a modern firearm to wear.

It's very satisfying to hold a modern rifle and hit the target with perfect accuracy on the battlefield.

Who doesn’t have a heroic dream in their heart?

I want to be the sniper hero of Ming Dynasty!

Spring of the fifth year of Jingtai.

As Zhu Xiang, the envoy of the Fusi Town in Beizhen, took charge of the matter, abandoning interfering factors, ignoring the officials who were bitten, and only focusing on Cao Jixiang's line, the atmosphere in the harem was tense.

Under the torture of Beizhen Fusi, there were no heroes.

However……

Cao Jixiang died suddenly!

Choked to death.

It's so ironic, even a fool would know that he was killed and silenced just like Chen Lie.

When Zhu Qiyu found out, Lei Lei was furious and scolded Zhu Xiang. If Zhu Jianji hadn't happened to be there to help with a few words, Zhu Xiang's governor of Beizhen Fusi Town would not have been able to survive.

Zhu Qiyu was furious because this was the Jin Yiwei who was the most untouchable by others.

It is the military force that the emperor relies on most.

Afterwards, Jinyiwei was led by Nanzhen Fusi to conduct a self-examination, and soon a group of people were killed for various reasons.

Zhu Qiyu also ordered Cao Jixiang to kill the three tribes.

In addition, more than a hundred eunuchs were beheaded after being implicated by Cao Jixiang, making it the biggest case during the Jingtai period.

At the subsequent Xiaochao meeting, after Zhu Qiyu consulted Tai Shaobao's opinion, he moved the deposed Prince Yi Wang Zhu Jianshen to Qianxi Palace and took care of the deposed Queen Wang.

Qianxi Palace is the cold palace.

This is a warning to Queen Mother Sun. If you dare to attack my son again, I will attack your grandson.

I’m not someone to be bullied either!
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