Chongzhen understood the emotion he wanted to express, so he said with a smile: "Does the emperor hope that my Ming officials can be like this plum blossom, standing proudly in the frost and snow, and Ling Han blooming alone?" ”

Apocalypse glanced at him and said, "Can you read my heart?" ”

As he spoke, he began to tease the bad little letter king again.

Xiao Xinwang seemed to be taking a nap, and his interest was not very high.

Chongzhen grinned again: "Your Majesty, are your hands sore?" ”

Tianqi didn't know what he remembered, and said angrily: "You have sore hands, Zhou Yuji and Huang Xiaoyu in your house, as well as Yuan Qi and Yuan Ba, those Yuan Chonghuan's family members, all have sour hands!" ”

Yuan Qi and Yuan Ba stayed outside the noon gate as usual, so Zhou Yuji and Huang Xiaoyi, who were fortunate enough to come to the courtyard, had to replace them with a black line, which provoked a group of little palace maids who had no belongings to snicker.

The Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was delicious, and the relatives of the Zhu royal family, who had drunk kung fu black tea all afternoon and had eaten a lot of pastries, began to shift their positions and moved to the Yangxin Hall.

It was spacious and warm enough to be like spring, and even if the door was open, there was no need to worry about the cold wind from the north penetrating the south-facing temple door, and even the apocalypse ripped off the robe draped over his shoulders.

The reason is that Xiao Xinwang, who was woken up by the moving apocalypse, thought that the bow tie rope dangling in front of him was quite interesting, so he stretched out his fleshy little hand and ripped it off, which was neat and neat, causing a burst of laughter.

Apocalypse's stagnation caused by leaning over to work all year round has been conditioned by acupuncture and massage, and his depressed mood has also opened up a lot because of countless times of laughter.

"Lao Tzu can finally go to the foreign superintendent with confidence. Haha, I'm afraid that Lao Tzu is the first Ming prince to hold military and political power since Chengzu cut the domain. Hey, such a high authority, is it a high achievement, or does it end without a problem? I'm looking forward to it, haha! Looking at his smile from the inside out, he was really secretly worried, not without self-deprecation.

The muscles and bones of the second dog have withstood the full tempering of the years, stopped growing, the height and bones are fixed, and the next thing is the growth of muscles, see how strong they can grow.

It's not comparable to a tiger, but Chongzhen thinks that it can still fight with a wolf or even a wolf king.

The only place where the second dog can compare to the tiger, is the canine dog's mouth, which can always be more open than the tiger, and the posture when the grinning mouth yawns is even inferior to the tiger by three points.

The bones of tigers and black bears still have a little room to grow, so no matter how much meat they eat, they will not develop in the direction of cross-section, that is, fattening.

Chongzhen was only worried that the royal spirit of the imperial city had diluted their royal spirit.

After all, this imperial city, but even the real dragon that crosses the river can be closed into the existence of a muddy cement loach.

"Sleepy insects, sleepy insects......" Chongzhen thinks that the description of Xiaoyanzi is still very appropriate.

On the first day of the first lunar month, the officials stranded in Beijing wrote books one after another, praising the New Year's Eve heavy snow as an auspicious omen, and the snow is a good year, but on the third day of the first lunar month, this heavy snow still shows little signs of stopping.

This is simply a slap in the face, the apocalypse angrily slammed the 10,000-word book that Wei Zhongxian sent after picking it up in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Empress Zhang was busy comforting him.

But the "ministers and ministers" that the apocalypse hopes for the most are all dumb this time, and they don't even dare to let out a fart.

"All are in the ascendancy! All are in the ascendancy! ”

Chongzhen didn't know what this sentence meant, in short, Tianqi liked to say it very much, and as soon as he said it, he was full of anger and vicissitudes, which made him have to think of the famous sentence that Chongzhen said after many years - the ministers misunderstood me.

Those who dare to stand up bravely at this time are the only ones who are really alone.

"Send a letter to the king to represent me, and supervise the northwest!"

The decree of the Apocalypse suddenly filled the entire Jingshi.

Whether it is a Confucian scholar who has no fame or a Confucian official in the court, all of them have written books, from the Three Platforms and Five Constants of China to the ancestral law of the Ming Dynasty, accusing this behavior of being unreasonable, illegal, non-compliant, and uncompliant.

In particular, the eunuch officials and Confucian scholars who are committed to the eunuch can be called jumping up and down.

The Donglin Courtyard faction was mostly silent, sitting and watching a good show, except for a few innocuous little guys who complained a few words.

Who called the power eunuch to grasp most of the power, if the king of faith is a sudden uprising, the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty since the success of the ancestor Jing, the most impacted is undoubtedly the interests of the eunuch faction.

"Since it's a hostile interest, what's my business? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. ”

Chongzhen actually hates this sentence, because he always believes that the reason why China has been able to inherit for 5,000 years and stand tall is because of the soul of the nation, the backbone of the nation, and the spirit of the nation, rather than the so-called strategy.

Strategies can only be aimed at one era, but they cannot last, let alone last.

However, the soul, backbone, and spirit of the nation have been able to gush endlessly like a great river, and it has a long history.

The day before leaving Jingshi, Tianqi only gave Chongzhen a night off and asked him to go home to accompany his wife and children.

This night, Zhou Yuhuang took the initiative to pull Xiao Wu, and the three of them got into a quilt that covered a wide area, and talked warmly about their hearts all night.

I didn't do anything bad, let alone drive or even push a cart, anyway, I don't have to think about flying a plane, who is called Zhou Yuhuang and Xiaowu, no one has ever owned such a luxurious venue as an airstrip?

"Why is Lao Tzu's life so bitter? It's only been a few days since I rested, and I'm going to be busy again. Lao Tzu is from Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, and what he is going to now is in the northwest of the Ming Dynasty. Well, it's actually pretty good, Great Northwest, Lao Tzu is here. ”

Walking from the Xinwang Mansion to the Imperial City Noon Gate, Chongzhen looked at the deep palace in front of him, which was blurred a lot by the wind and snow, and after a moment of confusion, there was a strong sense of confidence and indifference.

This young man from Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty can finally put on armor again, and he wears the golden cloth armor that belongs to his King of Daming Xin.

This armor is really a bit of a shame, but the defensive performance has indeed reached the best armor technology of this era, and it is said that it was specially given by the apocalypse on the seventeenth birthday.

It can be seen that Tianqi is indeed quite concerned about him, the fifth brother.

Zhou Yuji, Huang Xiaoyi, Yuan Qi and others also waited for the opportunity to put on armor again.

Especially Zhou Yuji, who was particularly excited.

After all, as an artilleryman, most of the time before him, he had to save those incomplete set parts and provide them to those who were charging into battle.

The material of the cloth armor of King Xin's personal entourage is undoubtedly half better than that of the Liaodong Border Army.

No real warrior would not like armor, so Yuan Qi and Yuan Ba and other vested interests were all overjoyed, and they all kept their mouths shut about the identity of Chongzhen.

The upright Yuan 13 and Yuan 15, even the Chongzhen Xin King, have long been stupid and can't tell the difference.

All they know is that they are doing something for one person, and that is - brothers.

Whether this brother is from Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, or born and raised in the capital division of the Ming Dynasty.

Chongzhen sometimes thinks that Yuan Chonghuan's level of naming is really not good, or maybe this guy is a lazy man at all, what Yuan Qi, Yuan Eight, Yuan Thirteen, ugly, not as good as Huang Xiaoer and Wu Xiaosan.

This is the first time that Chongzhen has taken the identity of King Xin, so vigorously with troops in armor, leading the troops to the noon gate of the imperial city, whether it is the people or the officials, they all retreat, and those who don't know think that they are here to seize the door.

At least the few gatekeepers who had not exercised for a long time felt the fierce momentum from afar, and they were already shocked and inexplicable, and shouted out early "Those who come stop and report their names" are guarded.

Yang Lian tapped his head on the brain of one of them, and scolded: "What you can't see, open your dog's eyes wide, what is the identity of the person in armor in front?" ”

With the continuous growth and diligent exercise in the past few months, the juvenile body of the heavy real wolf has grown more robust, if you squat on the ground like the second dog to learn the wolf howl on a moonlit night, a proper golden retriever wolf king.

Under the background of the golden cloth armor, it looks extremely dazzling and mighty.

Contrasting with the snow, it can really brighten the eyes of blind dogs.

These gatekeepers really didn't recognize Chongzhen himself, but they knew the ancient sword he held in his hand, and when he got closer, he was shocked and said, "Ruqin sword? You...... Are you His Royal Highness King Shin? ”

Chongzhen nodded matter-of-fact and said, "People rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold." It seems that this king really can't live in the imperial city for a long time, it's time to help my imperial brother go to the military camp in my big tomorrow. ”

As he spoke, he also stepped forward and patted the thin shoulder of one of the little soldiers, his starry eyes wandered, and he looked over one by one and said, "Eat more, exercise more, smoke less, and drink less." The most important thing is to go to the Qinglou less. ”

Those who looked at him, thinking of his self-control during this time, all of them felt ashamed of themselves, and wanted to bow down to make a promise, but they heard Chongzhen say with a broken voice: "Don't always hunch your back, keep your back up!" ”

The volume of the juvenile who is relevant, through the rendering of talent and the precipitation of the vicissitudes of the years, seems to be very sobering.

Everyone who heard it was shocked, especially the skinny soldier who was closest to him, and even felt his soul tremble, and subconsciously raised his head and chest, and shouted loudly: "No! ”

Chongzhen nodded and said: "You have the worst complexion in this group, and you are even a little in a trance!" But don't worry, as long as you restrain yourself from now on, all the money you earn will be used to honor your parents, not thrown into those bottomless pits!

When your elderly parents talk about a family affair for you and give birth to a big fat son like this king, there will be no more confusion! From then on, in my eyes, in addition to my son is my wife, there are also my parents, and of course, my own rough and rough face. But for the sake of livelihood, what difference does it make to have this face or not? You say yes, right? ”