Although Zhu Junyang is rarely swayed by his own demons, he is naturally domineering and leaking with the anger in his stomach. As the general of Zhenbei, he actually served as a vanguard officer, leading his soldiers to kill all sides on the battlefield, killing those Tartars to the point of crying and crying and crushing.

The so-called Tartar is actually a collective name for some fierce nomads in the north. These horse peoples, mostly cavalry, have strong combat effectiveness, and are also very guerrilla and mobile, which makes the generals and troops guarding the north a headache.

When the king of Yangjun came to reinforce him, the generals of the northern land were very disappointed when they saw him young and beautiful, thinking that he was just a royal child who came to gild and steal military merits. Ben gave him no hope. But the people slapped their faces in an instant, and they came to a complete victory. And only the troops he brought with him were used.

Whether it is the private soldiers under the King of Yangjun or the iron-blooded soldiers of the Praetorian Guard Battalion, they are all good at fighting. Especially the private soldiers under the king of Yangjun are often abused to death by their masters, and everyone has undergone special training and is so strong that they don't want to.

The troops brought over this time, including thousands of cavalry, were mostly subordinate to the Jingwang Mansion. Who in Beijing doesn't know that the richest of the younger generation is none other than King Yangjun, who brought back dozens of ships of rare gadgets from the West. Those exquisite clocks, exquisite gemstones, dazzling enamel ware...... Sold at a sky-high price in Beijing.

Let's not talk about these, just say that since the beginning of winter this year, the vegetables and melons and fruits launched are enough for him to make a fortune. If you have money, are you still worried that you can't equip your private army? Not to mention a Mongolian horse in each person, even the armor and weapons are extremely advanced. Those officers and soldiers of the Praetorian Guard Battalion who went to the battlefield together thought that the emperor was "his father", and his equipment was superior among other armies in Beijing, but they were abused into scum compared to others......

The private soldiers under the king of Yangjun, under the personal leadership of his own master, are definitely in the lead and invincible. The Praetorian Guard Battalion that followed behind could only sweep the tail and do the aftermath work. Not to mention the original officers and soldiers on the border.

King Yangjun, who was holding his breath, used his brutal methods on the Tartars. In the first battle, he instantly killed the first warrior in the Tartars and put his head on the battle flag. The private soldiers rode on tall horses, and pounced on the frightened Tartars with a roar, like tigers out of the gate, and could not stop them!

The two armies are facing each other, and morale is crucial! On the side of the Ming Dynasty, as soon as they entered the battlefield, they took the lead and suppressed the arrogance of the Tartars in an instant. The battle that followed was simply one-sided. Zhu Junyang not only won a big victory, but also broke the rule of "poor people don't chase", forcing the other party to retreat again and again!

Next, the Ming army took the initiative to attack and won victory after victory! And the few cities lost at the beginning of the founding of the country were recovered in one go. The Tartars retreated to the depths of the steppe and repeatedly sent messengers to sue for peace.

At the beginning, King Yangjun did not accept the other party's request for peace, and just chased the Tartar to fight. Just when the leader of the Tartars was about to collapse and despair, he reluctantly met with the envoy of the other party. The next negotiations are not within Zhu Junyang's purview.

At this time, there was already goose feather snow in the north, looking at the snowflakes that were fluttering like cotton wool, Zhu Junyang, who was wrapped in a silver ratskin cloak, seemed to see that slender and lively figure, running and jumping like an elf in the snow.

The winter in the capital is much colder than Tanggu, I don't know if that little girl is hiding in a room with a dragon or a wall of fire at this time, comfortably pounding her strange snacks?

Zhu Junyang, who was on the frontier and was still thinking about Yu Xiaocao, received a lot of precious skins in the hands of the Northland Orion. Bright color and excellent warmth of the fire fox skin? Buy! Pure, soft and delicate ferret? Buy! Not to mention silver rat skin, black fox skin, sable skin and the like, in short...... Buy, buy, buy!

In addition to furs, there are also precious medicinal herbs in the Northland! The results of the test on Mr. Liu's body proved that his little girl's pharmaceutical skills were exquisite, and good medicinal materials could make better medicines. Therefore, the hundred-year-old ginseng, the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and the hundred-year-old He Shou Wu will never let go! If you are rich, you are capricious!

Counting the days with his fingers, he finally ushered in the envoy of the negotiation, and also brought the emperor's will to order the class teacher to return to the dynasty. Zhu Junyang, who was like an arrow, braved the wind and snow to lead the army day and night, completely ignoring the grievances of his soldiers, and returned to the capital more than ten days earlier than expected.

is getting closer and closer to his little girl, and Zhu Junyang actually feels a little timid about his hometown. Is his little girl okay? Did you miss him as much as he thought about her? Did you eat well? Have you grown tall? That kind of ambivalence of excitement and apprehension was something he had never experienced in his life.

The triumph of the army will definitely lead to the palace to "report on work". Holding back the thoughts of the little girl, Zhu Junyang entered the Jinluan Hall with a little resentment. For fear that Xiaocao would be worried, Liu Fusheng, the chief manager, was sent out to report to Yu Xiaocao that he was safe.

Yu Xiaocao listened to Manager Liu's experience of counterinsurgency and aid to the border, and was not only happy for the king of Yangjun, but also afraid that Manager Liu would report good news and not bad news, and conceal the injury of his master. She couldn't stay in Zhuangzi anymore and wanted to see Zhu Junyang immediately to confirm his safety and well-being.

Patiently waited for Liu Fusheng to finish drinking tea and eating a few more dim sums, Yu Xiaocao proposed to return to Beijing. Liu Fusheng didn't say a word, picked up his cloak and walked out! Go back to Beijing earlier, let Miss Yu meet her master earlier, presumably the master will be very happy!

Leaving Xichun to stare at Zhuangzi, Yu Xiaocao rejected Wutong and Loquat's proposal to let her ride in a carriage, turned over on the horse, and walked away in the wind and snow.

In the fluttering snow, a small figure in a fiery red satin cloak rode on a horse with a bright coat of flames. The bright and brilliant colors add a touch of warmth and a touch of color to the cold winter dusk.

The first snow of winter is not as dense as that of the northland, and only a thin layer has accumulated on the ground. But it didn't affect the speed of the little red horse at all. The wind, blowing on the face, had changed from stinging to numbness, and there was no feeling left. The hand holding the reins was as cold as ice. Yu Xiaocao didn't notice that she had forgotten to wear gloves and a scarf. The coldness of the body is not as hot as the heat that swells up in the heart. Returning to Beijing early and seeing him early seemed to be the only thought in her heart.

Liu Fusheng, the general manager who tried to follow Yu Xiaocao, complained bitterly in his heart. Miss Yu, Lord Yu, Miss Yu! You'd rather slow down! The red horse under your crotch can compete with the master's dark clouds and snow, and although the old slave's horse is a miracle horse, it is a cut behind after all. No, I was thrown farther and farther away, and I could hardly see the back of the dust.

In winter, the days are short and the sky gets dark early. The wind and snow are getting heavier and the visibility is much lower. Suddenly, in the dim twilight, under the obstruction of flying snow, a long and sturdy figure appeared in Yu Xiaocao's sight.

Even though the figure was so blurry that it was almost unrecognizable, Yu Xiaocao intuitively thought that it was the person she wanted to see!

The figure grows from small to large in the line of sight, from blurry to clear. Before Yu Xiaocao could see the man's face clearly, Xiaohong, who was under his crotch, recognized the man's mount with the amazing perception of the animal, and let out a hissing sound with joy and arrogance.

Both horses are rare horses, one red and one black, two shadows, quickly pulling closer until they meet......

Zhu Junyang stared greedily at that delicate little face...... A pointed chin, big eyes, long, curly eyelashes, a small ruddy mouth, and a nose that is red from the cold wind. Seeing Xiaocao's face and hands exposed to the cold wind, Zhu Junyang couldn't help frowning.

"You...... Didn't you enter the palace to face the saint? Yu Xiaocao's ridiculously big eyes shone with sparkling joy. looked King Yangjun up and down, and asked uneasily, "Are you okay?" There are no injuries......"

Before she could finish speaking, with her whispered exclamation, her body was lifted by a pair of strong arms, her hips left the saddle, and when she came to her senses, she had already sat on the other horse, and was taken into a warm embrace.

A familiar, black-and-white rabbit fur scarf, with the man's warmth, wrapped her little face so that only a pair of black and white eyes remained. This scarf was twisted into wool with rabbit fur and cotton thread in her spare time, and she tried to knit it by hand. Originally, I was going to give it to my dad or godfather. Who knows, after being seen by this guy King Yangjun, he snatched it away like a bandit!

Unexpectedly, this time he went to the north to quell the rebellion, and he actually wore it with him. The unconscious little face was warmed by the warm soft feeling on the rabbit fur scarf, and there was a sour meaning in the eyes. She sniffed, and the scarf smelled of him, faint, but unnoticeable.

In his previous life, Yu Xiaocao knew how to knit sweaters. When her younger siblings were in school, in order to save money, she bought wool and learned to knit sweaters from her neighbors. Later, the conditions of the family improved, and the younger brothers and sisters also had their own jobs, and the various woolen sweaters in the mall were better than the ones she knitted by hand in terms of style and comfort. That's when she stopped knitting sweaters for her siblings. After wearing it, I haven't touched wool and knitting needles for many years, and I am a lot unfamiliar.

This scarf for practicing hands, the hand strength is loose and tight, and the stitches are combed and dense, which is not considered a successful work, and naturally does not represent her level. In fact, she originally planned to wait for him to knit one after he was perfected. As a result, people didn't appreciate it, and directly took this "defective product" for themselves.

"Why don't you have a scarf and gloves? On such a cold day, what are you going to do in Huangzhuang? What should I do if I freeze? There are so many veterans of fields on the Huangzhuang, and it's not that you can't live without it! Zhu Junyang's gentle and gentle rebuke was full of distress and reluctance.

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