From ancient times to the present, Zhu Youlang is probably the only one who is happy to be surrounded by hearing about it; those who are looking forward to the rapid encirclement of the enemy have never seen it ever been seen.

At noon on the 18th, the scout came to report that Kong Youde's army would be able to reach Daliling in another hour.

Zhu Youlang was overjoyed when he heard the news, looked around and smiled, "Kong Youde's march was too slow. Monk Geng Zhongming had already fought a war, but he was actually a day late."

"Your Majesty, are you very happy to see this abandoned son of the Kong family?" Huang Zongxi smiled.

"Yes, I really want to see what this King Gongshu looks like? Then I will set up a Confucius tablet in the imperial tent to see if he feels ashamed when he sees it."

"We are so charming. I think he may not be ashamed. It is very likely that he is the leader of the Confucius family." Chen Zizhuang said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, I will capture him alive and fulfill your wish." Yang Yuan said with gratitude.

"Well, the courage is commendable. However, I see that Kong Youde's destiny has others to overcome him, and my wish may not be realized."

"Who else beat him?" Everyone was confused and looked at each other and shook their heads.

"Okay, the guest is here, so you have to make a sound to express your welcome. Jisheng, go to Daliling to take charge of the command and tell Yuan Yin that you must not let Prince Kong be dissatisfied."

"Yes, I follow the order, and Kong Youde will definitely let us feel our enthusiasm." Chen Zizhuang replied with a smile.

"Hahaha..." Everyone laughed.

"Report! I will report to Your Majesty, and the scout caught a man. The man said that his name was Yang Chi, who was the captain of Lord Yang Guodong's personal soldiers. How to deal with it? Please give your orders." At this moment, a soldier ran up the foot of the mountain and half-kneeled outside the imperial tent and reported loudly.

"Oh? Come in the tent quickly!" Zhu Youlang changed his color when he heard the news and immediately ordered him to say.

"Abide by the order!" The soldier quickly left.

"Yun Cong, you should know Yang Chi, right?" Zhu Youlang asked He Tengjiao.

"Go back to Your Majesty, I am familiar with him." He Tengjiao's heart seemed to be in a pot. He heard Yang Chi coming alone, and a sense of ominousness rose to his heart.

"Okay, you go and verify his identity."

"yes."

...

Yang Chi disheveled her hair, describing her hair as a dry white robe, wearing a war robe, revealing a white background, and a white cloth was tied around her head.

Seeing him dressed in such a state of clothing, Zhu Youlang felt a little sad: "Is Yang Guodong dead?"

"Emperor..., are you the emperor?" After Yang Chi entered the tent, he glanced at Zhu Youlang who was sitting in the middle and asked weakly.

"It's me." Zhu Youlang nodded and replied.

"emperor……."

Yang Chi got the affirmative answer and felt relieved. She fell to the ground with a "thump" and fainted.

Zhu Youlang was startled and stood up quickly, wanting to take Yang Chi's pulse.

"Please ask the imperial doctor to get in!" Gu Yanwu saw this and blocked Zhu Youlang with a quick arrow, separated between Yang Chi and him.

Zhu Youlang paused and understood Gu Yanwu's intention. He took a step back and sat back on the chair.

Yes, although Yang Chi has proved to be the captain of Yang Guodong's death, people's hearts are unpredictable, so they have to be careful and be careful of nothing wrong. Besides, how can the emperor take action personally in such a pulse diagnosis? Isn't it because he loses his identity?

The imperial physician who accompanied him was Ye Zifan. Zhu Youlang went on the war this time and specially summoned him to the title of medical officer. On the one hand, he could ensure the health of these ministers, and on the other hand, he could also bring the female guards of the military hospital. Ye Zifan was very happy. He was the only one who could be a medical officer, but he could become an official. It was obvious that the ancestral tomb was smoked. But he didn't know that he was so valued by the emperor, not because of the ancestral tomb. On the contrary, it was because his grandson Ye Tianshi, who had not seen a shadow. For this reason, his family's small outpatient clinic had to be temporarily closed. Ye Guisheng was still young and could not practice medicine independently.

"Your Majesty, this person has no food in his stomach. In addition, he has been running around for many days and is worried and anxious. His body has reached its limit, so he fainted." Ye Zifan put his veins and flipped Yang Chi's eyelids, and immediately turned around and played.

"Xiaobai, hurry up, make some fried noodles and feed him. Li Hong asked Alan for some red sugar, stuffed it into his mouth, and rinse it with water."

The energy of human physiological activities comes directly from blood sugar, which comes from nutrients obtained from food by digestive organs such as the small intestine. The reason for people to starve is the decrease in blood sugar concentration in the blood, which leads to normal physiological reactions. The so-called starvation is actually hypoglycemia.

At this time, you must not overeat. You should drink some hot water first and then some porridge.

Of course, eating a piece of candy will solve the problem immediately.

Zhu Youlang himself was a doctor, so of course he knew how to deal with it. He quickly ordered Bai Xing to cook fried noodles and Li Hong to ask for brown sugar.

...

"Your Majesty, my master committed suicide and asked him to avenge my master..., wuwu..." Yang Chi woke up, turned over and knelt on the ground, and cried loudly.

"Ah? Yang Aiqing is dead?" Although he had a premonition, but after Yang Chi personally confirmed that Zhu Youlang still stood up from his seat and asked in a trembling voice.

"Yang Chi, don't worry, let's talk about it slowly, what's going on?" He Tengjiao comforted with tears in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, that's the case..."

Yang Chi told Yang Guodong about the situation before his death, and then talked about how he avoided the Qing soldiers and how he could find the hardships of coming here at night. Finally, he took out the bloody clothes from his arms and raised them over his head.

Li Hong took it and submitted it to Zhu Youlang.

Zhu Youlang opened his hand tremblingly, and saw a poem written on it:

The general's blood stained sand with hundreds of battles, and the demonic atmosphere was not eliminated.

I will never regret going back in this body, and the Ming Dynasty will bloom all the flowers of happiness."

"Bang!"

Zhu Youlang finished reading it softly and read it loudly again. His eyes were filled with tears. He punched the book case and gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Good you, King Sanshun, dare to force my beloved general to death. I swear to be with you! Come on, behead Geng Jimao immediately and bid farewell to Yang Aiqing's spirit in the sky!"

"Your Majesty, don't act irritably. Geng Jimao is the eldest son of Geng's thief. It may be useful to keep him." Chen Zizhuang hurriedly advised him.

"What's the use? Should I keep it for peace? Let me tell you, Chen Jisheng, I am a person who protects my shortcomings. Yang Aiqing is willing to die. Not to mention a little Geng Jimao, even if he kills all the Sanshun Kings, it's hard to resist Yang Aiqing's finger! I and them will never stop, so there is no need to leave any way out!" Zhu Youlang's eyes were inflamed and pointed at Chen Zizhuang and scolded him.

"Bai Xing, execute the execution immediately! He threw away his body and gave it to Geng Zhongming!" Zhu Youlang said in a desperate attempt.

"Abide by the order!" Bai Xing was so bloody that he was ignited by Zhu Youlang's words, and he knelt down and took the order loudly!

"This is too cruel, right? He actually let Geng Jimao's body split up? And he also wanted to give the head to me. How much hatred is it!" The ministers were stunned by Zhu Youlang's thunderous anger.
Chapter completed!