Yin Rui is not a later general with the prince of Xu, just a small soldier.

When he was a child, he complained about the name his old father gave him, what a broken name, broken and ruined.

Later, when the old father died and there was no one at home, he joined the army and continued to use the name of ruin.

Just a while ago, Yin Po found that his luck had come, and the king of Xuan actually chose three hundred guards to train him personally, and he was one of the lucky ones.

How good the king is to himself and others!

There is no extra training, just shouting slogans and walking with a louder step.

It's easy to pull eggs and it's tiring, but it's delicious.

Big fish and meat, fine wine and wine, colleagues eat fat heads and big ears one by one, and Yin Rui, who exercises every day, has a small belly.

Who cares about the problem of soaring weight, eating and drinking enough is the joy of life.

"We are the guards of the Son of Heaven!"

shouted this sentence every day, and gradually, Yin Rui had a sense of pride.

He is proud that he is a soldier of the Great Merchant, and he is proud that he is the guard of the Son of Heaven!

The shouts in my ears were like a tide.

Is Yuan Futong terrible?

Terrible, single-handedly like entering a no-man's land, no one is his enemy, and he doesn't even dare to step forward.

But, we are not afraid.

Because we are the Son of Heaven guard.

"We are the guards of the Son of Heaven!"

Yin Po looked at a colleague shouting slogans, and rushed towards Yuan Futong without hesitation, blocking the fast horse running with his body.

Soon he was stabbed under the horse by a shot, his big belly was broken, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Do you regret it? Don't regret it, we are the Son of Heaven guard.

They are not like the evil generals who tear apart the tigers and bears, and they are not like the generals of Kong, but they are the guards of the Son of Heaven.

One guard after another rushed forward, one after the other, with flesh and blood as a shield and bones as a wall.

"We are the guards of the Son of Heaven!" the voice was louder than ever.

Yin Rui's blood was boiling, and he also rushed forward.

He is not ruined and defeated, he will destroy all those who are enemies of the king, he will destroy all those who are enemies of the king, because .....

"We are the guards of the Son of Heaven!"

Yin Ruined felt the coldness of the spear entering his body, and did not regret it at all.

As the guard of the Son of Heaven, he should die on the battlefield for the Son of Heaven.

Swish.

A ray of light fell, Yuan Futong fixed on his horse, the spear in his hand fell off, and he fell off his horse.

The tip of the spear was on Yin's dilapidated stomach, which hurt a little, but the food was good recently, and there was a lot of fat on the stomach, which did not hurt the internal organs, so it was not in the way.

The moment before Yin fell in ruin, he saw Kong Xuan, who was smiling, and Fei Lian, who was sitting in the Chinese army and not moving.

is worthy of being a general appointed by His Majesty, and this kind of demeanor is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

In fact, Fei Lian was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, what the hell, Yuan Futong, who was running around with his head in his arms, suddenly wanted to stage a rebellion and take the head of the general?

Thankfully, there are them.

Fei Lian, who had recovered from his recovery, looked at the corpses all over the ground, and looked at the guards with less than thirty people left, full of admiration.

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Chaoge, nine halls.

That is, the place of the pilgrimage.

"Please think twice!"

As soon as Wen Zhong came back, he snatched the position of the head of Huang Feihu's generals, and at this time he fell to the ground and persuaded him loyally.

Behind him, Huang Feihu and other generals also fell to the ground.

Their purpose was to prevent Zishou from continuing to train his troops.

I won't listen.

The son sat on the throne and was indifferent.

After Wen Zhong returned from Beihai, he has been dissuading his son from training guards.

What kind of training is this? Big stride? Crooked? Is this a soldier? Is this a personal guard?

The next time I travel, this group of fat-headed and big-eared guards who can't walk the road knocks down a few old men and old ladies and is claimed for a small matter, what should I do if it affects the image of the emperor?

Is this what the Son of Heaven guard looks like?

The image of the Son of Heaven can be seen.

Of course, Zishou doesn't agree, so he relies on them to harvest the mediocre value, no matter how much you Wen Zhong persuades me, I won't listen, I'm faint!

It's been a month, and Wen Zhong has been patiently admonishing Zi at every court meeting, and Zi Shou is perfunctory, and this kind of behavior can also increase a little mediocrity.

When Wen Zhong couldn't hold his breath anymore, in the name of the three dynasties and the important ministers, it was perfect to point at his nose and scold.

It's best to use a few more male and female whips, it will definitely hurt, but the mediocrity will definitely skyrocket.

Zishou just waited for the mediocre value to settle and change a few pills to eat, and he had never experienced what it was like to cultivate immortals in his life.

After Wen Zhong's advice, Huang Feihu also began to echo.

At first, Huang Feihu didn't care, he wanted to practice, but when he found out that the king didn't enter the harem because he practiced guards day and night, he felt that the matter was very serious.

His old Huang family is a relative, in addition to his own family heritage, the younger sister in the palace is also very important.

His sister Huang Guifei didn't even conceive a child, why didn't the king of Xuan spoil her?

Even if you can't have children, it's good to blow the wind on your pillow and listen to some news on weekdays.

Zishou actually doesn't want to, who doesn't love beautiful women? He has seen harem concubines, and the lowest is seven points.

But I'm not familiar with it, I'm embarrassed to start, and what if I get pierced by the traverser?

can only be slowly figured out, the most direct way to indulge in the skirt of the beauty, can not be implemented for the time being.

"Beihai Emergency!"

At this time, a herald did not know how many fast horses had been killed, rushed to the main hall, and as soon as he took out the bamboo slips, he foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground.

"Drag it down and bury it. Zishou waved his hand, forcibly holding back the excitement in his heart, it must be Feilian's defeat in the rebellion, right?

It's just an army that is a little sorry for the sacrifices.

Thinking of this, Zishou's mood became complicated again, should he do this? In order to be a faint king, he buried the lives of the army in vain?

A personal guard stood tall with a big belly and rubbed on his toes for a long time before he walked to the herald and sniffed: "Your Majesty, he is still alive." ”

Zishou was still in a complicated mood, thought about it, and said, "Build him a better tomb, he will die after all." ”

Listen, this is human talk?

The living were rewarded with a tomb, an act that must be up to the standard of a faint king.

The herald went to the side and handed it over to the imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment, and the bamboo slip was passed to Zishou's hand, and he just looked at it a few times, and his hand shook and fell.

Now he is not complicated, the counterinsurgency is successful, and Yuan Futong is the head.

The word in it is a big win.

Will a civilian official lead his troops to war?

Can a civil official arrange Yuan Futong, who took fifteen years to complete in the Romance of the Gods?

The bamboo slip rolled down to the soles of Wen Zhong's feet, Wen Zhong picked it up and took a cursory look at it, and as expected, the rebellion was successfully quelled.

But what surprised him was that Fei Lian was credited with the hundred Heavenly Son Guards.

What kind of spirit do they have that are not afraid of death?

For a moment, everything was unimportant.

The image is not important, the pace is not important.

The Son of Heaven guards can protect the Son of Heaven with their lives without fear of death, and that's enough.

Wen Zhong had a surprised expression, and the mountain called King Shengming.

After reading the contents of the bamboo slips, the military generals followed the king of Shanhu, Shengming.

The imperial doctor on the side also shouted.

Zishou had a black face, I don't know what this guy is making a fuss about, but when I look at it, I have to say, the herald is really dead.

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