As soon as Hao Fenglou entered, he saw Zhu Gaosui in a panic.

When Zhu Gaosui saw Hao Fenglou, he grabbed Hao Fenglou's collar and couldn't help but say, "What have you been doing these days? Why are you always missing someone? Alas... Alas..."

Hao Fenglou couldn't help but smile bitterly and explained to him patiently. Naturally, he couldn't say that he had a song with Antong in the palace, but he just found a reason to pass by.

Zhu Gaosui sat on the chair for the last time and said, "I understand now. You all know that this so-called garrison of Peking is just a joke. It's not that my father likes me, but because... because... because... because of the garrison of Peking, it's irrelevant, it's just a joke... You all know that I am the only one who is confused, confused."

Hao Fenglou hurriedly comforted him: "Your Highness, it is also very important to stick to the rear."

"Important? What's important?" Zhu Gaosui was angry and said, "It doesn't matter at all, it's just a joke. Alas... I realized it later, and now I can't help but feel ashamed, ashamed..."

He sighed, and felt very uncomfortable. He finally asked for progress, but he poured a pot of cold water on his face and said, "My second brother has made great achievements in war. Even that elder brother was guarding Peking back then and made great contributions. Only I am the most unreliable, ha... Forget it, I won't say this, it's a bit uncomfortable. Let's eat a bar and you can have a drink with me..."

The enthusiasm comes quickly and goes quickly. In a blink of an eye, Zhu Gaosui changed his laughter and laughed again, and was drunk with Hao Fenglou.

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The mighty army finally set off.

The scout brought news, and the army gathered on the Hesa ​​grassland. It was obvious that the Oirat and the Tatars were already sharpening their knives and were about to fight soon.

At this time, Zhu Di made a quick decision and decided to meet these two old friends for a while.

Hundreds of thousands of troops were divided into various routes and winding out, with flags waving along the way, with majestic soldiers, civilians carrying grain, and military officers riding horses. There was no end to see.

The scouts who had advanced had already been dispatched, and the snow-covered earth was trampled and scattered, with horses' hooves and human footprints everywhere.

Zhu Di was wearing golden armor, wearing a dragon helmet, and standing in the wind on his helmet. He rode on a horse, with teams of guards and senior military officers gathered behind him. Many officials came to see him off. They all bowed to both sides of the entrance of Chaoyang Gate. Zhu Di held the reins in his hand and his eyes were shuttled through the crowd. He couldn't help but ask his left and right, saying, "Where are King Zhao and Hao Fenglou? Why don't you come to see him off?"

The escorts looked at each other, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Zhu Di's eyebrows pressed down, and his tiger's eyes seemed to be a little unhappy.

Someone couldn't help but mutter: "It is reported that King Zhao and Lord Hao had a drink last night."

The voice was neither high nor low. But I don’t know if it was intentional malice, but in Zhu Di’s ears, the tiger’s eyes sank even more. Finally, he sighed and said, “The dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the nine sons are different. I have a single son, good literary man; I also have a tiger son, who is unstoppable. How can I have any unreasonable thoughts? It’s better to be confused. I’m better to live a life of wealth and honor than me.”

But he didn't know what the deep meaning of his words was. At this time, the horse under his seat could no longer hold back and kept digging the muddy land with his front hooves. Zhu Di held a long whip in his hand and pointed at the horse, shouting: "You guys, I will take you to make achievements today and kill those Tartars, just because..."

Zhu Di's tiger eyes looked at him, his body shook, and he burst into shouting: "It's just because my knife is about to rust!"

"Abide by the order!"

Zhu Di waved his hand: "You follow me to chase the central army and set off!"

Rumble... Rumble...

Countless war horses shocked the earth, and the black cavalry moved northward with the shining emperor, facing the north wind.

The dragon flag embroidered with golden silk is flirting in the wind...

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On the city tower, Zhu Gaosui, who was hiding behind the female wall, had a little wet eyes, and he held the cold female wall with his hands and sucked his nose.

Hao Fenglou held his hand beside him and sighed: "Your Highness will see you off as soon as you want to see him off, why bother to hide? I'm afraid that someone will see you crying? There's nothing wrong with crying..."

Zhu Gaosui looked sideways, wiped his tears, and looked at Hao Fenglou very seriously: "This is the last time, the last time!"

Hao Fenglou curled his lips and looked at the winding horses under the city. Zhu Di's cavalry had been buried in this vast army and could not find any trace. Hao Fenglou couldn't help but sigh: "Do you know that since ancient times, killing has always been indispensable? Your Highness, everyone is eager to shed blood and to kill people. The most enjoyable thing in this world must be killing people... Alas... I want to recite poems..."

Zhu Gaosui covered Hao Fenglou's mouth and said earnestly: "Don't chant, okay? You've been chanting for a night."

The days in Peking were very boring, and the snow was flying, and there was endless snow. Hao Fenglou was idle and could only run to the Shenjiwei camp and see them practice.

These Divine Mechanics officers and soldiers have been practicing for a high intensity for a year, from morning to night, without interruption every day, day after day, and have long been used to it. In fact, although Hao Fenglou has formulated the most rigorous training method for them, he still can't help but feel cold war in his heart when he saw them doing so. If it were himself, he didn't know if he could persist. Fortunately, a gentleman worked hard, a villain worked hard, or a gentleman should worry, or a gentleman should stay away from labor.

There were several letters in the palace, all brought by Liu Huan. Liu Huan now regarded them as the matchmaker between Zhang Sheng and Cui Yingying. This kind of thing is like being a prostitute. Once you are born, second, second, and third, and fourth, you will be shameless. At first, you are worried, but later you will feel relieved. The only thing you are worried about is that the princess of Jing and the marquis are not satisfied with the correspondence. She will say, "Wait for the moon to go under the west wing of the wind, the house facing the wind is half open: the shadow of the flower moves on the wall, and the jade man comes." If so, Liu Huan is afraid that he really wants to cut himself off again.

In the letter, there was actually no affectionate words, it was all about the palace. I ran into someone, talked to someone, and thought of something. Hao Fenglou naturally replied, in addition to expressing lovesickness and teaching her to pay attention to her body, he had to say some interesting news about the market. The silly Zhu Gaosui naturally became the target of the words. Once Hao Fenglou polished it, he naturally showed the image of Ling'er's cousin's crazy image to the fullest. Sometimes Hao Fenglou himself found it funny, so he was thinking, wondering if he could make a beautiful woman smile, ha... it would be better to laugh, and laugh more would be helpful to prenatal education.

The days just passed day by day, with a bit of fun in boredom and thoughts and sustenance, and they could barely pass.

Hao Fenglou decided to write poetry, but he finally understood why noble people always regard writing poetry as a trend. It was so boring that they faded out of a bird and didn't find a more elegant thing to do. How can we get through this confused life? After writing a few poems, he felt satisfied, so he sent them to King Zhao and Ling'er. Whenever King Zhao saw him, he always scolded him angrily: "You send you a bullshit poem, and I will cut off my robe and break the meaning of yours." However, Ling Xue replied to the book and gave it a little praise.

As far away in Peking, I couldn't help but write books for my family, talking about the tight food in the front. As for me, I was just telling them that I had not come out of seclusion and asked them not to worry. When His Majesty returns in triumph, I guess I could still leave the credit for the merit book in the name of defending Peking. When I talk about the snow in Peking, I naturally can't complain and write a little poetic to teach them that I am not romantic now, but I am very happy, so don't worry about it.

Zhu Gaosui was at peace and decided to retreat and think about his life. The commander of the capital of Peking in the city, Tongzhi and the commander of Tianjin Wei, were usually not seen, and only those who came to supervise grain were going to negotiate. It is said that the two of them were shopping in the kilns together and were already famous in the "Kilns World". Zhu Gaosui was already discouraged and focused, and Hao Fenglou was too lazy to deal with it.

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On the endless snow field.

The white patch of the horizon appeared black spots, one, two, ten, one hundred... The last black spots turned into a vast ocean of black, endless, and no end was visible.

The horn resounds through the sky.

The horse's hooves rang out rapidly.

"kill!"

Countless shouts of killing accompanied by horse hooves, splashing snowflakes.

A battle ended in just three cups of tea.

Duoyanwei was the pioneer and beheaded hundreds of them.

But just fifty miles away, Zhu Di received the good news, but he was uneasy walking back and forth on the fox fur blanket.

He was wearing armor and still in military uniform. The long blade on his waist had not been removed. His bright eyes suddenly stopped and murmured: "How is it possible, how is it possible? Why are there only thousands of people? Didn't it mean 200,000? Where are the two hundred thousand people? Why are there no fighting between the two sides? Why are there only hundreds of thousands of people and traces of burying pots and making rice? But... where are the people?"

Zhu Di's tiger body shook slightly, and his whole person seemed to be frozen. His deep eyes seemed to have passed through the golden tent and looked to the south. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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