Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

In the afternoon, the training ground.

In the corner of the fifth army camp, two grooms stood by to feed the horses.

One of them, a slightly older middle-aged man with a full beard on his face, held the pedals of the horse in his hand, and exclaimed at the slightly bookish man opposite.

"What a pedal, fine iron."

As he spoke, his gray-black finger belly rubbed the pedals in his hands with great respect.

The slightly bookish man looked at him without saying a word, just nodded in agreement.

The middle-aged man didn't feel offended when he saw this, he put down his pedal and slammed his mouth and continued.

"The soldiers of Orah are all made of wood!"

"If this is all replaced with fine iron."

The man sighed and shook his head.

"Riding and shooting powerful ¨"."

"If there are a few more sets of harnesses, tie the belly armor tightly."

As the middle-aged man thought about it, he shook his head and looked left and right.

At this moment, a few soldiers walked past with a wooden cart full of wine barrels. The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, his eyes rolled, and he instantly had an idea when he looked at the wooden barrel.

He said to the angry young thief,

"Yujiu, have you ever drunk it?"

The young man was stunned, then shook his head,

"No."

The middle-aged man grinned,

"Aren't you the champion?"

The angry young man on Facebook immediately became anxious when he heard the words, and immediately blushed and pushed the middle-aged man, scolding in his mouth,

"Are you the champion?"

The middle-aged man smiled mockingly and waved his hand,

"Hurry up as soon as you speak!"

When the bookish man saw him like this, he shook his sleeves angrily and ignored the man.

Scholar? !

Your whole family is a champion!

Yu Qian pouted angrily. Since that day, he became the first champion and was unable to restrain himself when he was agitated.

The next day, Zhu Di assigned him, the champion of the new division, to a military nutrition horse.

After the new champion came, he ran into a master chef with [-] years of experience in feeding horses, Chihe Zhuzi, who was thinking about how to steal imperial wine.

Chi He Beads.

At first, he just felt that the name of the master was very festive and pleasant.

After I got in touch, I learned that the life story of this horse feeder is the same as his name, and it is prosperous.

According to this master, he is the son of the grassland.

It was because Zhu Di went on a campaign and wiped out hundreds of people from his family. After that, he was sent to Daming to feed the horses.

Unexpectedly, this horse will be fed for twenty years.

Listening to Chihe Zhuzi's story, Yu Qian couldn't help but be moved, what a poor old man!

In addition to his strong storytelling, the old man himself is also very knowledgeable.

In addition to drinking and chatting with Yu Qian every day, he also chats with Yu Qian about the art of war.

The more we chat, the more Yu Qian feels that this person is unusual and has great wisdom!

Chatting and chatting, the two of them, like Boya meeting Zhong Ziqi, invariably refer each other as confidants.

The two of them are in the barracks every day, watching the stars, horses, and the moon, talking about poetry and philosophies, and enjoying themselves.

But at the moment.

Yu Qian looked at Chihe Zhu who was staring at the wine barrel in front of him, sighed slightly and shook his head.

It's hard to find a confidant who has an appetite for me. Why is this person thinking about going to death?

Yu Qian frowned and looked at the Chihe beads in the tent of some general who had pulled him while he was in a daze, and said eagerly,

"No, we have to go. It's too unsafe here. I'll lose my head in a while."

Chihe Zhuzi took a sip of wine nonchalantly, then spread out on the ground looking like she wanted to die, and waved at Yu Qian,

"They can't take it down, I can count."

Yu Qian looked at the happy Chihe Zhuzi who was drinking, with a hesitant expression on his face. He looked around in the tent, and seeing that no one came in, he gritted his teeth and pushed the person who was drinking.

"Come on, give me a drink."

Chihe Zhuzi was spread on the ground, and he waved his hand with a dissatisfied expression, unwilling to pass the wooden spoon in his hand to Yu Qian.

Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, then took the spoon over, lying on the edge of the wine barrel, scooping a spoon, and then took a sip.

With just one mouthful, he fell to the ground with Chihe Zhuzi.

Chihe Zhuzi smiled at Yu Qian who was lying on the sidelines, and waved his hands drunkenly.

"...You said that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, isn't he a god?!"

"With such a good wine, he is not enough, and he wants to beat others every day!"

Almost at the same time when Chihe Zhuzi's voice fell, there was a violent roar from outside the tent where they were. |

"Third, what's the matter with your father?"

The two people who stole the wine and drank from the account immediately became excited when they heard the sound, and most of them sobered up.

Yu Qian, who wanted to recover, hurriedly looked around, and then locked a table in the center of the tent.

Looking up, there was a huge tablecloth on the table.

Yu Qian didn't have time to think about it, so he pulled up the Chihe beads and ducked in.

The voice of King Han from outside the tent was getting closer and closer, Yu Qian and the two were sweating coldly under the table, both holding their breath and not dare to move rashly.

"Obviously it was my [-] battalion that was picked for no reason, but it turned out to be mine!"

The King of Han held a big knife and pointed a certain (Made Zhao) in one direction and cursed with anger on his face.

When King Zhao heard the words, a schadenfreude smirked on his face,

"Oh, it's alright."

"Dad is for you too!

"Isn't this encouraging you to hurry up and come back to train, so that you can kill the Quartet on the battlefield of the Northern Expedition!"

The King of Han walked into the tent with a blushing face and scolded furiously,

"For my good?!"

"Give me such a decree for my own good?!"

That holy decree!

When the king of Han thought about him, he became angry.

Look at that, is it all human words?

King Han walked to the table in the center of the tent with a sullen face.

"Who is he disgusting?!"

After scolding, Han Wang still felt unsatisfied.

He glanced at the table covered with the tablecloth in front of him, and was in a hurry. He blushed and raised his hand vigorously.

"Hey—price!"

The big knife passed through the wooden table, and there was a harsh sound.

The two under the table looked at the blade that suddenly came in, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. .

Chapter 124

"laugh--!"

After a loud bang, the large knife pierced the straight wooden table.

King Han glanced at the wooden table angrily, as if he felt that the table placed there was an eyesore. He frowned slightly, then blushed and took a step forward, raised his hand and pulled it hard, pulling out the big knife with all his might.

"boom--!"

The wooden table that lost the support of the broadsword collapsed in an instant.

Due to the excessive force of King Han, the table was split in half and flew towards the left and right sides of King Han.

Losing the cover of the wooden table, the two who had been hiding under the table suddenly appeared under the falling tablecloth.

Yu Qian and Chihe Zhuzi were stunned, then glanced at each other in cold sweat under the tablecloth.

Each of them started beating the drums in their hearts.

It's over, it's really going to lose my head this time.

The two shivered and hid under the tablecloth that had made them nowhere to hide, staring at each other with cold sweat, and no one dared to speak.

After pulling out the big sword, the King of Han who saw the two figures was also stunned.

How come there are two people here?

He took a step forward with a sullen face, and with a big hand, he lifted the tablecloth.