The next day, Yang Bing slept lazily and made up for the lack of sleep in the past few days, and Ziyun walked into the room with a basin.

"Young master, you're up." Ziyun moistened the towel and gently helped Yang Bing wipe his face.

The distance between the two is very close, Yang Bing looked at the beauty in front of him and carefully wiped his face, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart The benefits of ancient times, in his previous life, he often ate the last meal but not the next meal, when did he enjoy this kind of treatment, the feudal dynasty is really damned~

Yang Bing saw that Ziyun was a little shy, and his little face immediately turned red like a cherry.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself." Yang Bing chuckled, took a towel and wiped it on his face, got up and walked outside.

Leaving Ziyun at a loss in the room, looking at Yang Bing's back blankly, at this moment she felt that her young master was handsome and free.

At the same time, in the drunken flower building in Kyoto, a handsome and polite son, who was sitting on the second floor, looked at the Oiran who was singing below, drinking tea comfortably, shaking the folding fan lightly in his hand, and a guy came over and whispered in the ear of the childe: "Childe, there is news, the battle of Jincheng, the ghost power is defeated." ”

The hand that shook the folding fan lightly stopped: "Hehe, this Wan Qi Keer really has some skills." ”

The guy was embarrassed and said, "Son, it's not Wan Qi Ke'er, it's Yang Bing." ”

"Oh? Is that the waste Yang Bing? The man looked at the man with some surprise.

The guy immediately knelt on the ground: "It's true, Childe, Yang Bing used an empty city trick to trick the ghost power into the Golden City, and then attacked with fire...."The guy repeated what happened during the Battle of the Golden City.

"Interesting, interesting." The man took a sip of tea, and said in his heart that this Yang Bing was hidden deep enough, he had been dormant in the capital for so long, but it shouldn't be, since he was so capable, why was it exposed at this time?

"Tell Feihong, approach Yang Bing to protect him, find out his position, if he has two hearts for His Majesty and the Prince, find a chance to get rid of it." After the man finished speaking, the Oiran downstairs sounded, and the man picked up a piece of broken silver on the table and threw it down, which fell into the hands of the Oiran accurately.

"Yes, Childe."

Childe nodded and didn't speak again, and the guy also withdrew with amusement when he saw this.

After the man withdrew, the man lost the comfortable appearance he had just now, turned around and knelt down respectfully in the next room: "Master, this Yang Bing doesn't seem to be simple. ”

"Well, I've heard of him, Yang Xiyuan also has a headache because of this son, I didn't expect it to be hidden so deeply, you do this well, you have made progress." A very majestic voice came out.

"Master Xie praised, but although this ghost Li Chi was defeated, the Tatars under his command are estimated to take refuge in Hatan soon, in this way, the danger of Jincheng has not been lifted."

"Well, don't worry, since Yang Bing can break the 50,000 army of Ghost Lichi, presumably those people in Hatan are not a problem, just wait." The voice in the room paused for a moment and then continued: "Take this, you lead the 10,000 troops of the Tiger Battalion to rush to Jincheng, observe secretly, and don't make a move until you have to." ”

Out of the next room came a brocade guard wearing a python robe and an embroidered spring knife around his waist came to the man's room and handed the man a token with a lifelike tiger head engraved on it.

The man knelt on the ground and raised his hands and respectfully accepted the token: "Yes, sir." ”

The man turned and left the Drunken Flower Building.

"Is the crown prince still in the palace?" The voice asked Jin Yiwei, who had just walked back to the room.

"Back to the master, the prince has left the palace safely, and now he is in General Wan Qi's mansion, very safe."

"Well, in that case, we'll go and have some fun with them."

"Yes."

The man walked out of the drunken flower building with the token in hand, and rode to the barracks far from Kyoto.

"Fourth Prince, you're back." The guards smiled and opened the camp gate.

"Well, notify the Tiger Battalion, immediately count 10,000 elite soldiers, and follow me to Jincheng in half an hour!" The man said as he flashed the token in his hand.

"Yes!" The soldiers on guard received the order and ran into the barracks.

And this man was Zhu Yun, the fourth prince of the dynasty, and came to a military tent, Zhu Yun changed into his armor and picked up a black gold iron spear from the weapon rack on the side.

Walking out of the military tent, 10,000 elite soldiers had already stood neatly outside, and a soldier moved over to the war horse, and Zhu Yun rode up.

"All the soldiers obey the order!"

"In!" The loud voice spread throughout the barracks.

"The battle in Jincheng is critical, you will go with me to kill the enemy and defend the country! Zhu depends on the brothers! Zhu Yun shouted at the soldiers below.

"Follow the Four Princes! Defend the country! Defend the country!! ”

The fourth prince Zhu Yun is different from other princes, he has not liked the battles in the court since he was a child, so he has been in the military camp since he was a child, and he does not regard himself as a prince, he knows in his heart that the reason why the Ming Dynasty is so prosperous is inseparable from these brothers who are desperate with him, so before every expedition, the fourth prince Zhu Yun will be so morale-boosting.

Looking at the elite soldiers with strong morale in front of him, Zhu Yun secretly said in his heart: "Second brother, you must wait for the fourth brother!" ”

A mighty procession walked out of Kyoto and headed for Kinjo.

On the other side, in General Wan Qian's mansion, the crown prince, Wan Qi Shihui, and Yang Xiyuan were looking at the secret letter that had just come in the secret room.

"Very good, my father has sent news that the battle of Jincheng has been victorious, and Ghost Lichi has been captured." The prince said happily.

"Hahaha, Brother Wan Qi, you have earned a good daughter, and you captured such a big man in the first battle when you went back." Yang Xiyuan laughed, and reached out to pat Wan Qi Shihui's shoulder.

"The eldest brother has won the award, and Ke'er has grown up in the barracks since she was a child, so she is naturally more sure." Wan Qi Shihui had a proud expression on his face.

When the two were touting each other, the prince said embarrassedly: "Eh, Prime Minister Yang, General Wan Qi, Ke'er is not in Jincheng." ”

Yang Xiyuan and Wan Qi Shihui, who were still laughing, were stunned: "Prince, Ke'er is not in Jincheng, who is guarding Jincheng?" ”

The prince looked at Yang Xiyuan, who had a questioning face, and smiled and clasped his fists: "Prime Minister Yang, I didn't expect your son to have such talent." ”

The prince unfolded the secret letter to the two, and the secret letter wrote various details of the battle of Jincheng in detail, including Yang Bing leading people to take the lead in capturing Ghost Lichi on the city wall.

"Prince, is this true?" Yang Xiyuan couldn't believe that it was his son Yang Bing written in the secret letter.

"Of course, how? Prime Minister Yang Cheng, is this someone who doubts His Majesty? ”

"Uh, don't dare, don't dare." Yang Xiyuan still looked at the secret letter over and over again in disbelief.

At this moment, Wan Qi Shihui was very embarrassed, looking at the prince and then at his sworn brother Yang Xiyuan, he coughed lightly: "That, prince, eldest brother, I have some stomach discomfort, just first..."

"Well, go ahead." The prince nodded.

"Yes, you can call me anytime you have something, and I'll be up there." Wan Qi Shihui bowed deeply and walked out of the secret room, the moment he came out, Wan Qi Shihui's old face immediately turned red, his heart was too embarrassing, it was really embarrassing.

In the secret room, the crown prince Zhu Di looked at Yang Xiyuan, and his face suddenly turned cold: "Prime Minister Yang, it is rumored in Kyoto that your son Yang Bing is a waste, who can only chant poetry and have fun all day long, but now he has made such a great achievement, your father and son are hiding deep enough, and even the royal family has been deceived." ”

When Yang Xiyuan heard the prince's words, he hurriedly knelt on the ground, and said in his heart My eldest prince, the old minister didn't expect my son to have such a ability.

The prince looked at Yang Xiyuan who was kneeling on the ground, and didn't say anything, but even so made Yang Xiyuan's head sweat coldly, the royal family is a royal family after all, and the phrase "accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger" is not a joke, although the prince in front of him has not yet ascended the throne to inherit the Ming Dynasty, but his decisive character has long been known to everyone in the court.

"The prince forgives his sins, Weichen really didn't know that the dog would make a war exploit, and Weichen sent him to the frontier just to hone his temperament, our father and son have no two hearts for Your Majesty and the prince!" Yang Xiyuan didn't dare to look up to explain.

"Get up, no matter what, my father and I still believe in you, but your son Yang Bing, I will send someone to check it out, if he really just has talent and has not been discovered, I will definitely not treat him badly, but if he has two hearts..."

The look was like two sharp swords stabbing Yang Xiyuan's brain, Yang Xiyuan hurriedly said: "Don't worry, the prince can rest assured, if Yang Bing really has two hearts at that time, don't bother Your Majesty and the prince to do it, my father and son will come to see each other by themselves!" ”

Zhu Di nodded reassuringly, and couldn't help but admire Yang Bing's city and the tactics used in the Battle of Jincheng.

On the Jincheng side, Yang Bing'an spent three days with peace of mind, except for a small group of Tatars who came to scold outside the city gate, Jincheng was very peaceful.

"General Yang, there are people left in the north." Fang Dahai said outside Yang Bing's room.

"Well, let him in." Yang Bingxin said in his heart for so many days, and the news finally came from Beiliu.

Soon, Fang Dahai walked in with a man wearing shabby clothes, but with a straight waist and a strong body.

"General Yang!" The man took out a letter from his bosom: "This is the letter that General Wan Qi asked me to give you. ”

Yang Bing took it and looked at it, there was nothing in the content, it was nothing more than a warning to Yang Bing not to command such words indiscriminately.

"Hehe, it's really hard for the mud bodhisattva to cross the river himself, and he is still in charge of my side." Yang Bing smiled and looked up at the man and asked, "How did you come out?" ”

"Report to the general, General Wan Qian ordered me to escape from the back mountains in the north at night, and only evaded the Tatar army after a detour of nearly forty miles of mountain roads.

"Then how is the battle situation in Beiliu now?"

"It's urgent, the second prince's shoulder was injured by the Tatars' bows and arrows, General Wan Qi led his troops out of the city to fight the Tatars several times, and now the troops are getting smaller and smaller, and the food in the city is running out."

Yang Bing nodded after listening: "Well, Fang Dahai!" ”

"Yes, General." Fang Dahai walked in from outside the door.

"Take this brother back to rest and eat something good."

"Yes! Come with me, brother. Fang Dahai walked down with the man.

Yang Bing secretly said in the house that Wan Qi'er's current situation is very bad, and he must go to support, but how to support is a problem.

About half an hour later, Fang Dahai came back, and Yang Bing asked him, "How many Tatars are there outside the city now?" ”

"General Hui, there are almost no more, there were a few people who came to scold yesterday, but they only left after scolding a few times."

"How many troops do we have now?"

Fang Dahai thought for a while: "There are probably nearly 30,000 troops. ”

"How many other craftsmen of iron and wood are there in this city?" Yang Bing pondered for a while and asked.

"General, our Jincheng lacks everything, but there is no shortage of craftsmen, there are about five hundred people." Fang Dahai is a native of Jincheng and said with pride on his face.

"So much?" Yang Bing was surprised by this number, according to normal speaking, there are not many such craftsmen in a city, even in Kyoto, there are only more than 100 such craftsmen.

"General Yang, do you know, this Jincheng has been famous for its abundance of iron ore since ancient times, and most of the weapons of the military department are produced in Jincheng, and these craftsmen are also from the imperial court." Fang Dahai explained.

It turned out that Jincheng was rich in iron ore, so after Zhu Yuanzhang laid down Jincheng, he sent people to find craftsmen in the world and sent Jincheng as a weapon for the Ming Dynasty army, and the origin of Jincheng's name is precisely because of this.

"Okay, you wait for me for two hours." Yang Bing asked Fang Dahai to retreat first.

In the room, he asked Ziyun to study ink and began to draw on paper.

Two hours later, Yang Bing walked out with more than a dozen drawings and handed them to Fang Dahai: "You go and gather all the craftsmen, and you must make five thousand pieces of each of the things on it within three days!" Even if you don't sleep, you have to make it for me! Violators are cut directly! ”

"Yes, yes." Fang Dahai was frightened by the momentum on Yang Bing's body, and walked outside with the drawings, looking at the drawings in his hand, Fang Dahai didn't understand what this was.

I saw a lot of small parts painted on it, as well as gunpowder, and one of the pieces of paper was a cylindrical thing on it.

The ratio of gunpowder is also written below, Fang Dahai said in his heart, what did General Yang do before, such a thing has never been seen before.

"Young master, you can rest for a while, I just saw you draw on the paper for a long time, and you didn't rest for a moment." Ziyun walked over and gently rubbed Yang Bing's shoulder.

"General Yang." Yang Binggang wanted to speak, a woman's voice came, and I saw a maid walking in from outside the courtyard and came to Yang Bing to give a salute.

"General Yang, slave Feihong, is the maid of this general's courtyard, when General Wan Qi was here in the past, I was in charge of the things in the courtyard."

Yang Bing looked at the maid in front of her, although she was a maid, she was more like a guard, because she was wearing a martial arts training dress, and the cuffs of her hands and feet were tightly tied, with the same heroic face as Wan Qi Keer, and under the backdrop of practicing kung fu, Yang Bing's bumpy figure was unobstructed.