The weather in Guangxi has finally changed a little bit.

The drier and dryer air is no longer as moist and pleasant as before.

Although the temperature is quite harmonious, the dry air makes people feel uncomfortable.

The three giants in Guangxi finally left Liuzhou City.

After all, Guangxi not only has one Liuzhou Prefecture, nor is it only has one Guilin Prefecture.

In more than 20 prefectures in Guangxi, they need to deal with many affairs.

King Zhu Zuojing of Jingjiang did not do it.

Nowadays, everyone knows that the famous King Jingjiang in Guangxi has a grandson uncle who is only twenty years old.

And everyone knows that King Jingjiang respects the elders of the royal family.

For fear of the safety of the crown prince, he was even more filial and transferred all the Guangxi guards who should have been guarding the Jingjiang Palace to the crown prince.

He was stationed next to the young army guards' barracks.

In the young army guard camp, there is never a time to stop practicing.

Zhu Zhanhe, the prince of the Han Dynasty, had already changed his skin in just a few days.

Even thinners have lost their personal appearance.

Looking at Zhu Zhanhe, who was standing in front of him, with a tall and handsome figure.

Zhu Zhanji smiled with satisfaction, and couldn't help but wonder whether he should continue to show his filial piety and wait until he turned around and brought his old man to the young army guards.

Practice for a few days.

Everyone gathered in the tent of the young army guards.

Nowadays, the daily training of young military guards is under the responsibility of Qi Zi'an, the assistant to the Governor's Office of the Central Army.

However, the details of daily practice are compiled by Riyuetang.

The combination of firearms and cold weapons, and the in-depth development and application of firearms.

It is the most frequent and important detail of the daily practice of young military guards today.

There are a lot of people in the big tent.

Zhu Zhanji sat on the top.

Below were young men such as Yu Qian, and a group of generals such as Qi Zi'an.

Qi Zi'an's face had a bright smile.

He has lived a very comfortable life recently. He practiced the little boys who practiced the young military guards every day. After finishing, he ate the smelly and fragrant snail noodles made by his grandson.

It's really beautiful.

Today is the summary day after the young army and guards practice for one tenth.

Qi Zi'an took the lead in speaking: "Now the morale of the young army guards has reached its peak, and the coordination ability of the officers and soldiers of each battalion is improved. The last general thought that even if he brought the young army guards to the Nine Borders, even if he would feel uncomfortable at first, he would definitely be able to sweep the thieves on the Nine Borders after going to the battlefield once or twice."

This assistant minister of the Governor's Office gave a very high evaluation.

Now all the troops and local town guards from the Ming Dynasty should follow the capital guards.

The capital garrison must follow the three camps and the emperor's personal army.

The three camps must align with the nine sides.

Nine sides.

It is undoubtedly the strongest combat power of the Ming Dynasty today.

Although they did not have the three major camps and the imperial guards were well-equipped, the murder skills they accumulated between life and death were in proportion to any army.

Qi Zi'an is so powerful that he is too high in the strength of the young army guards.

This is my own praise.

Zhu Zhanji was very sober and would not take Qi Zi'an's words to praise his little boys seriously, thinking that the young army guards could be invincible in the dangerous places like the Nine Borders.

Even if his true identity...

This reality will not be changed in such a short time.

If you really believe it.

It's a fool!

However, now in the tent of the young military guards, Zhu Zhanji still smiled and showed an expression of approval.

So, everyone in the tent began to praise the recent growth of young military guards and their continuous strengthening strength.

The curtains of the big tent were opened at the right time.

Luo Xiangyang, a Jinyiwei Qianhu, who had already arrived in Guangxi, walked into the big tent with dust. He first clasped his fists and saluted the grandson, and then sat at the end.

He picked up a large bowl of cold water in front of him and poured it into his stomach.

He had just arrived in Guangxi a few days ago. Before he could sit down, he was sent out by his grandson and continued to go south until the depths of the southern front line.

At this time, he came back with the news that Taisun wanted.

Zhu Zhanji raised his hand and signaled everyone present to calm down so that Luo Xiangyang could have a moment of rest.

After Luo Xiangyang drank the water from the kettle in front of him completely.

He stood up again, walked to Zhu Zhanji, and bent down to Taisun's ear.

After a moment.

Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up.

"really?"

"really!"

"Is it their first move?"

"yes!"

Luo Xiangyang nodded for the second time and said yes.

With a bang.

Zhu Zhanji's hand slapped heavily on the table.

I stood up with a deep smile on my face.

"Come here, please serve me!"

Yu Qian stood up quickly and took the pen and ink from the desk of Wen's desk and sent it to Taisun.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the little koi with praise, then took the ink pen, spread the rice paper flat, and after a little thought, he began to write quickly on the paper.

A document was completed in an instant.

Zhu Zhanji placed the ink pen in his hand firmly on the mountain of pens and ordered Qian: "Let me rush it up..."

Halfway through his words, he shook his head and looked at Luo Xiangyang beside him: "Let the Jinyiwei 800 miles to speed up, and let this document be sent to the capital and handed over to His Majesty for personal reading."

Luo Xiangyang shook his hand, took the official document that had been sealed, and stepped out of the tent again.

...

Nanjing City.

Now it's getting colder.

The air conditioner blown from the grassland crossed the nine sides that were made into iron walls by the Ming Dynasty, crossed the mountains, rivers, and reached the core of the Ming Dynasty.

The cold made Yingtian Mansion much quieter than usual.

Apart from the business trips that still travel from south to north, there are few passers-by on the road.

Today is a small court meeting.

In the Imperial City Hall, the braziers lit up emit a warm temperature, making the hall less cold as outside.

The civil and military ministers in the court have been having a very pleasant life recently.

The Beijing Campaign is about to end, and some idiots who must die have emerged. This time, the Beijing Campaign did not involve too much.

The military's momentum has reached its peak.

If they hadn't had their necks that were only so long, they would have liked to walk into the imperial city against the top of the Meridian Gate.

The civil servants were frightened by the emperor's suppression, and even if they were a little dissatisfied, they would not dare to say it.

The chief assistant Hu Guang is getting older now.

Even in this warm and spring-like hall, I still hold my hands together and the thick collar where my neck is.

The old man has been an official for most of his life, and now he is increasingly looking to go home to enjoy his old age.

But the emperor needed a prime minister to be a good person, so his wish could not be fulfilled naturally.
To be continued...