Kaifeng Zhou Palace

"How's that, what do you say?" King Zhou Jian waited nervously for the answer of the long history of his house.

His father Zhu Hu is Zhu Di's sibling, and naturally enjoys the unique favor of the vassal king. But it was inevitable that he was suspicious of Emperor Yongle, and in order to prove his innocence, Zhu Hu took the initiative to return his three guards and became a model among the vassal kings. After that, he devoted himself to the study of medicine, wrote countless books, and made great contributions to the development of the pharmaceutical industry at that time.

Although the relationship between the king of Zhou and Zhu Qizhen is close to most vassal kings, but once a son of heaven and a courtier, how much affection can Zhu Qizhen have with him, a "grandfather" who has never met?

Since he got the news that King Yi was beheaded on the street, King Zhou has never slept well, and he is afraid that Zhu Qizhen will clean him up.

"Back to the prince, Lord Nian said that the emperor has returned to Beijing, please don't prepare to welcome the prince." Long history replied.

King Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief, and after Changshi left, he took out a letter from his arms.

"Oh, eldest nephew, uncle won't fool around with you, I have a much closer relationship with the emperor than you." King Zhou put the letter on the candle with a word, and it was burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Big Tiger Ridge

At this time, Zhu Qizhen and others were in a sheltered stone pit not far from the roadside, the flames were rising in the center, surrounded by bare rock walls, and a stream happened to pass by, which can be called a perfect natural barbecue restaurant.

An adult wild boar was pierced on a stick the thickness of an adult's arm, and the oily and shiny pigskin was as solid as a rock, and no matter how hard Guo Mao slashed and pierced, he could not break through this layer of defense.

"Lao Guo, you can't do it!" Fan Zhong looked at Guo Mao with a wicked smile and said.

Guo Mao glanced at him, ignoring the strange taste in his words, and threw the dagger in his hand to Fan Zhong.

"That's right! It's said that your old Guo went to the battlefield to kill people, and killing pigs is really not as good as my Lao Fan. Fan Zhong looked at Guo Mao proudly.

"Little Jinqi, do you know how this wild boar should be disemboweled?" Guo Mao turned to teach Jin Qi.

Jin Qi looked at the huge boar and quickly shook his head.

"Okay, don't sell it, say it quickly." Zhu Qizhen kicked Fan Zhong.

Fan Zhong smirked, and then inserted the dagger into the chrysanthemum of the wild boar, and suddenly a rich and extremely strong smell spread, Fan Zhong quickly put the wild boar into the stream water, and began to operate, and soon the water appeared incompletely undigested pig dung, mixed with red blood water to flow downstream.

"Hey, don't look at this dirty, that's good fertilizer, go to that river, and the fish in that river will grow fat." Fan Zhong is busy with his hands, and his mouth is not idle.

Zhu Qizhen had seen the village kill New Year's pigs, but it was the first time that a wild boar had been killed, and seeing that Fan Zhong was so skilled, he was a little curious about how he learned the work of a butcher.

"Fan Zhong, you are from ......"

"Hey, hey, hey,

Zhu Qizhen, who was about to talk in detail, heard the neighing of his own horse, knowing that military horses are trained, they generally do not make such a sound that can only be found in fear.

Zhu Qizhen was taken aback, I'm afraid he didn't meet some green forest hero, right?

I was in a hurry, but I saw that Guo Mao had turned over and returned to the mountain road, and then there was a roar: "Doctor Xiong, come back quickly!" ”

Zhu Qizhen had also come to the mountain road at this time, and when he suddenly saw it, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

I saw a big white-fronted insect with a body length of more than three meters, appearing on the hillside, with its eyes close to its forehead, realizing that it had been discovered, and was rushing towards Xiong Zongli.

Ping Yue Wei

After two days of rapid marching, Wang Ji had rushed to the periphery of the battlefield at this time, the sky was getting dark, and the Miao people had retreated to the camp, and there was a dead silence in the battlefield at this time.

"Uncle, Hou Ye! has reached the periphery of the battlefield, it is better to let the soldiers rest for a while and have dinner, so as to attack the camp at night and catch them off guard. Hou Jin suggested.

Although Wang Ji was old, he was not tired at all, he looked at the city at the end of the horizon, as if he saw countless heroic souls who had died in battle, and his eyes were complicated.

He finally stopped thinking and said to Hou Jin: "Order the whole army, target the Miao camp, and those who delay the fighters will be killed!" ”

"But! The soldiers have been on the road for two days, and their bodies are almost unbearable, and the march may not be good for our army, Lord Hou! Hou Jin persuaded.

Wang Ji said: "Our army is in full swing, and it is the best opportunity to destroy the enemy army in one go, who is still in the mood to fight after eating?" Just do what you are told! ”

Hou Jin had to follow his words, it didn't take long, and the entire army received an order to take advantage of the situation to break the enemy's army, and sure enough, as Wang Ji said, although the soldiers were tired, they had a high fighting spirit, and the breath they held a few days ago was expected to be vented, and there were almost no complaints to speed up the pace of the march.

Pingyuewei is the throat connecting Sichuan and Guizhou, if the Miao people break through, the thieves are bound to make trouble across the two provinces. Guichuan is mountainous, and it is under the command of different political secretaries, and the difficulty of exterminating it will inevitably increase by several levels.

It is precisely because of the danger of Pingyue Wei that the soldiers are all elites in peacetime, which makes the Acropolis persist until now, and the outer city recaptured by Tao Cheng the day before yesterday has been re-strengthened.

The camp of the Miao people was at the foot of the city wall, and the Ming army looked at the enemy close at hand, but sighed with joy because they had long since run out of long-range offensive weapons such as bows, crossbows, and firearms.

Further south are the rolling hills, flanked by trees that have been cut down by the Miao to become material for their camp.

Huang Ho looked at the enemy soldiers under his nose, his tongue moistened his chapped lips, and behind him were soldiers squatting on the ground eating, and only a few leaves were sparsely pulled in the bowl.

Zhang Hongfei came up from the city, holding a bowl of dry rice in his hand, and shouted at Huang Hao: "Old Huang, it's time to eat!" ”

Huang Hao looked at it and said angrily: "The city is out of food, every grain of rice is precious, how can it be so extravagant!" Let me tell you again, officers and soldiers eat together, and I will eat whatever everyone eats! ”

Zhang Hongfeileng was also angry and said: "You are a civil official, and according to the convention, you have to eat dry." Look at your current appearance, is there still a little shadow of the imperial history? starved you to death, the court blamed you, who bears the responsibility? ”

Huang Hao also realized that his words were too heavy, his tone softened, and he walked towards Zhang Hongfei and took the rice that night was as white as jade.

The soldiers on the city wall looked at the bowl of rice and began to swallow saliva unconsciously, although they didn't dare to stare blatantly, they all secretly cast their eyes over.

Zhang Hongfei suddenly showed joy, his thin skinny face, the smile was more ugly than crying, although this imperial history has always spoken ugly, but people are really good at something, and they never do anything special, Zhang Hongfei, the big boss, naturally has a good impression of Huang Hao.

Huang Hao brought the bowl to his mouth, took a sip of the aroma of white rice, closed his eyes intoxicated, and then reached out and pinched a few grains of rice into his mouth, chewing it carefully.