The fireworks of the fireplace dispelled the chill of this autumn night, and after Ding Yi came back from the night, he was covered in fine sweat by the warmth. He took off his coat and threw it to Cao Jixiang, sat down and took off his long leather boots, then took a brush to clean it up, applied wax, and pulled it vigorously with a rag to teach it to shine.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't do such a thing; You don't have to spend your time here. Cao Jixiang shook his head, picked up Ding Yi's polished leather boots, and put them in the shoe rack. Looking at the desk full of Wen Jiàn and the simple marching bed, Cao Jixiang couldn't help but persuade, "Your Majesty, now that the capital has been established, this rule should be established." ”

Ding Yi poured himself a glass of water, drank half a cup of Gu Brain, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "What rules do you make?" Do you have rules so that I can be lazy? You don't have to brush your boots today, you don't have to patrol the camp tomorrow, and you don't have to do morning exercises the day after tomorrow. Forget about such rules. ”

Cao Jixiang sighed helplessly, such a dialogue, from Egypt to Jingshi, and from Jingshi to Smyrna, and then to this land, I don't know how many times it has been repeated. He helped Ding Yi clean up the basin and towels, and stubbornly kowtowed to Ding Yi, and then retreated.

Ding Yi, who was alone, did not rest, although he only had two or three hours to sleep.

He drew his bayonet, carefully sharpened the blade, and placed it on the lower edge of the marching bed; I took out the revolver, gun oil, and tong, wiped it again, and then closed the hammer and put ♀ it on the pillow. After doing this qiē, he went to bed. It's a habit I've been keeping for years, and it's never stopped, like every morning in class.

Ding Yi never thought that he was superior to others. But except for one thing, and that is to be a soldier. He knew he was definitely a good soldier. So, no matter whenever. He never gave up on keeping that up. Whether he is Rongcheng Xiucai, or Jinshi and the first Tanhua; Whether he is Ding Zhijun or Mr. Rong Cheng; Whether it is called His Royal Highness or His Majesty.

One thing has not changed, he is still the king of soldiers, killing people, but ordinary things.

He fell asleep quickly, and such a thing as insomnia would not appear in a state of war in the body of a soldier king.

And he wakes up punctually before dawn, in the morning, when it is dark, he can kill. He is good at killing, and this qiē never comes out of thin air. Then Ding Yi put on his clothes, opened the door and nodded to the soldiers standing guard, and began his morning run.

But today, Ding Yi, who was preparing for the exercise, noticed that someone had appeared in the middle of the makeshift camp earlier than him.

It was a thin figure, with a difficult gait and a staggered breathing disorder. I could barely run, and every step was so painful. Ding Yi asked the sentry, "How long have you been running?" The sentry pointed to the hourglass on the side and told him that the other party had been running for about seven minutes.

"Ten minutes, perhaps." The sentry answered Ding Yi's question honestly.

This made Ding Yi shake his head helplessly: "The physical fitness is too bad." Then he finished the preparatory exercise. I started my morning workout.

When he quickly overtook the figure, Ding Yi said to the other party: "Raise your legs and run!" "But it's clear that the other side has exhausted the last bit of strength. After a few steps of running faster, he simply stopped. Ding Yi ran past the other party for the second time. He stopped and asked, "Which battalion?" ”

But the angry guards followed, and Ding Yidang saw the other party's face clearly. only to find out that it was Margaret of the Knights of the Cute Girl. She gasped, like a dehydrated fish: "Majesty, majesty, I can't run." Lieutenant Zhao Di and the lieutenant said that my physical fitness and physical fitness were too poor, and I had to train myself, but I, I really couldn't run. Can you, can you train me? ”

"No, you can't. If I train you, you'll die. Ding Yi refused without hesitation.

"I am not afraid of death, Your Majesty, and I will become a qualified knight to carry out your will." She said.

Ding Yi shook his head and ran again, ignoring her.

She tried her best to keep up, but soon fell behind, so she had to say the true purpose in her heart, because she saw that Ding Yi was not a person who could be fooled by sycophancy: "I want to, I want to take back the crown of England!" Yes, that's mine! As for Henry VI, who was captured by Edward IV, she did not mention it. And the crown she mentioned should in fact belong to Henry VI.

Ding Yi slowed down and didn't look back: "Keep up, I'm not used to waiting for someone." ”

"Train me, Your Majesty, train me, I want revenge!" I don't know what made this woman grit her teeth and keep up with Ding Yi, maybe it's hatred, maybe it's the ** of power.

"Keep up." Ding Yi's answer was very brief, he was not afraid of those who took refuge in him, and he was cautious.

Cao Jixiang also invested in Ding's sect in order to become a feudal town; Henry, the prince of navigation, also accepted the position offered by Ding Yi for the sake of the Ming Dynasty's navigation in the Mediterranean and not to wreak havoc on Portugal. But they all did a good job of Ding Yi's assignment, whether it was the deceased Henry or the living Cao Jixiang.

So, if you have your own thoughts, what's the problem? Ding Yi has long been accustomed to being taken refuge by traitorous ministers, not to mention the former British queen who wants to be restored. To him, it's really nothing.

"Yes!" She replied happily.

But that joy only gave her less than 200 metres of motivation, after which she clearly reached another sports bottleneck.

"Smack!" With the crisp sound of the belt whipping on her body, Margaret screamed, but before she could stop to look at her hips, another slap of the belt, indifferently in the same position, fell precisely, accompanied by Ding Yi's still short voice, "Keep up." I said, let me train you, you're going to die, and that's just the beginning. ”

Pain gave her more motivation than joy, and of course tears of humiliation fluttering in the wind.

Dante Yi did not have the slightest mercy, for him, it was just a recruit, training recruits, he was very good at it.

"Your Majesty, you said you can't physically punish soldiers." Cao Jixiang, who runs with Ding Yi every day, is a little unbearable, after all, the queen of the barbarian king is also a queen. Besides, Margaret's appearance is more in line with the aesthetics of China.

Ding Yi's answer was still brief: "Didn't you say that they are my retainers?" Moreover, she can quit at any time. ”

But she finally didn't quit, she was still running hard, about every hundred meters, the volley of the belt would sound, and gradually, Margaret stopped screaming, she gritted her teeth and followed Ding Yi's pace with difficulty.

"Lao Cao walked around her." After running for about two thousand meters, Ding Yi threw down such a sentence and accelerated suddenly.

The speed of running with her is far from the amount of exercise that Ding Yi needs to exercise.

He just wanted to see how vengeful Margaret of Anga was.

And for this result, he is very satisfied. If necessary, maybe the queen of England, it doesn't have to start with Mary I.

Anjia's Margaret was carried around by Cao Jixiang, and finally gasped, so she called Cao Jixiang beside her and said, "This is your blessing, maybe your God is bless you." But you'd better not think of yourself as a student, otherwise, we don't think you will see next spring. ”

"Why, old sir? I'm a knight of Majesty, and Majesty has agreed to train me! Although her hips were still in pain, Anga's Margaret didn't pay attention to this, but asked Cao Jixiang why. Of course, she hoped that she could claim to be a student of Ding Yi, because she saw Ding Yi's influence on the Holy See, on the countries of Western Europe. She is not Isabella or Mary, she is not a girl who worships Ding Yi like them, and interests are what this woman cares about. She even hoped that after Ding Yi withdrew to the East, she could get the Israeli army of Smyrna and Athens in the name of Ding Yi's students! Why not? Didn't Ding Yi give 2,000 heavily armed and well-trained Mamluks to the Pope?

Cao Jixiang smiled slightly: "You are a retainer, and you can be regarded as a subordinate of our family, our family can't bear to see you die." You're not qualified, you know? ”

He said and pointed to the young man who was following Ding Yi: "See?" It was the worst student of His Majesty, and his name was Bayezet, the most promising successor of the Ottomans. He paused and asked Margaret of Anga, "What about you?" Just the Queen of England, how big is the United Kingdom? Is there Egypt big? Moreover, you are nothing but a former queen. You will be rewarded for your allegiance, but you will keep your duty. ”

"I see, Your Excellency." Margaret of Anga was not saddened by this, although Cao Jixiang saw through her intentions and her intention to go to Europe to recruit troops in the name of Ding Yi's students. But it doesn't matter much, the stronger Ding Yi, the greater her hope of revenge.

Louis XI could not be "sick" forever, nor could the French and Ottoman covenant be postponed indefinitely.

So a few days later, the envoy from Paris asked Ding Yi to set off.

As he approached the gates of Paris, Louis XI and dignitaries with a large number of knights and servants came to meet Ding Yi.

Because the Ministry of Rites was not set up, Liu Ji also went to Jingshi, so the etiquette was presided over by a staff officer under Liu Ji, who had also followed Ding Yi for many years, that is, the prince of the Arakan Kingdom. He put on the helmet of the cuirassier in his hand, pulled out his long knife, held the knife in front of his chest, and called his name in a loud voice: "Emperor of Smyrna, Athens, Thessaloniki and the overseas territories of the Ming Empire, King of Egypt, Guinea, Mugudushu, Java, Luzon, and Arakan, the only face in the Tatar steppe, Zhu Qiyi, His Majesty, here!" ”

Because Ding Yi had resigned from Huaxia's position and title, he did not report Huaxia's title.

Suddenly, in the crowd that followed King Louis XI of France to greet Ding Yi, someone shouted: "I am against it! Protest! "More than one person, and not one person in the same costume, that is, more than one force, has objections to this. (To be continued......)