Yongle fifteenth year.
October 30th.
This is an ordinary weather. The city of Beijing is still lazy and the wind is a little noisy, but it does not affect people's daily life and strolls. But in the western suburbs of Beijing, a magnificent construction area has been completed.
This is a college that covers a huge area. It was built by people from the Ministry of Industry after half a year of hard work. During this period, His Majesty the Emperor urged it several times, which made the Minister of the Ministry of Industry extremely busy.
In front of the college gate, there is a hot-gilt plaque written by His Majesty the Emperor with a stroke of his pen.
——Martial Academy.
There are 6,000 elite elites from the capital camp stationed here within a radius of ten miles of the martial arts academy. They work in two shifts for twelve hours, day and night. Anyone who passes by will be questioned and reviewed. If there is anything wrong, they will be detained on the spot. Identity review.
Not long after, the weather was nice and sunny, and the first wave of students from the martial arts academy finally arrived at the academy.
However, this first wave of students are not energetic young people. They are mainly middle-aged men in their prime. Just a glance at them can surprise people.
Among these hundreds of students, there are many border generals guarding one side!
"I have been fighting all my life. I didn't expect that at this age I would still have to go to school next year. It's really strange."
A burly man with a loud voice complained in front of the college, "I followed His Majesty on an expedition to Mobei, narrowly escaped death, and commanded tens of thousands of men to fight bravely against the enemy. I have made great achievements. What can I learn? I am serving as the general soldier in Ningxia." He acted well and suddenly called me back."
This man is Ningyang Marquis Chen Mao. He participated in the Jingnan War with his father and was awarded the title of earl. Later, he followed the emperor on two northern expeditions and was promoted from earl to marquis. He controlled Ningxia for a long time and was powerful in Mobei.
"Say a few words. I heard that the martial arts academy was proposed by the man from the East Palace, and His Majesty is also very interested in it." Someone said on the side.
Chen Mao looked at the person who spoke and saw that he was an acquaintance.
Anyuanhou, Liu Sheng.
"Old Liu, you're here to study too. This is very interesting. We brothers haven't seen each other for many years, so we need to have a good drink." Chen Mao said with a wink, "I will find some beautiful girls then, we two brothers. You have to get drunk before you can stop."
Chen Mao, Marquis of Ningyang, has made great achievements in battle. Among the generals who are still alive in the Ming Dynasty, he ranks among the top five. There are only a few people he can look up to, and Liu Sheng is among them.
"No, they are all acquaintances. You can see for yourself."
Liu Sheng looked around and saw that they were either famous generals during the Jingnan period or second-generation generals who inherited their father's titles, such as Song Hu, the Marquis of Xining in Gansu Province, Xue Lu, the Marquis of Yangwu, the famous Jingnan generals, and Chengshan, the son of Duke Ningguo. Bo Wangtong, Zuo Dudu Zhu Rong...
These people were old and young, but without exception, they were all famous generals who were in charge of the military power of the Ming Dynasty.
The total number of soldiers in these people's hands was at least hundreds of thousands. With so many people gathered together, those who didn't know it thought the emperor was going to kill the general and seize power.
Chen Mao asked in surprise: "Hey, is there a pair of couplets hanging on the left and right sides of the main entrance?"
Liu Sheng asked: "What did you write?"
Chen Mao looked at it carefully and said: "If you want to get promoted and make money, you can go elsewhere. If you are greedy for life and afraid of death, don't enter here..."
"The horizontal comment is: May the dead come!"
"Good guy, this is a threat to us!"
Chen Mao praised, "Although I haven't read many books, this couplet is still interesting."
Liu Sheng pointed to a line of small words under the couplet "May the deceased come": "It's interesting. You can see for yourself who signed it."
"Oh, let me see, in October of the 15th year of Yongle, Crown Prince Zhu Gaojie wrote..."
Chen Mao took a closer look and blurted out, "Hey, who can write such a famous line that is so famous throughout the ages? It turns out that it was written by His Highness. It's not surprising that His Highness is such a talented person. He can write something like this to alert us who have military backgrounds." The famous saying is also deserved!”
Liu Sheng couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You changed your tune really quickly."
"Ahem, that's not important."
Chen Mao coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment and asked, changing the subject, "Old Liu, do you know who will be our husband?"
Liu Sheng shook his head and said: "I don't know, the martial arts academy had kept it secret in advance. Six thousand armored men surrounded the place. Even the Ministry of Industry who built the martial arts academy didn't know the details. It is said that Yang Ge of the cabinet The old man knows what's going on, but I can't ask the cabinet."
Chen Mao smiled disdainfully: "Damn it, these civil servants just love to make trouble."
"Be careful." Liu Sheng frowned slightly and said, "How can civil servants build such a big platform? At best, they are just helping to build a house. Even if Xia Yuanji, Yang Rong, Su Wu and three people are tied together, they are not qualified. Mobilize people like us. The people who really want to set up the stage are the two above..."
"It's not that I don't understand this truth, but I'm confused. Who in the Ming Dynasty is qualified to teach us how to fight?"
Chen Mao said dissatisfied, "We have always been the only ones teaching others to lead soldiers. Now we are asked to come to the academy to be students. This is too ridiculous."
A young man on the side heard the words and said: "I heard that there are three giants in the martial arts academy, the president, deputy president and education officer, followed by some old generals who are too old to serve as teachers. But we people , belongs to the most advanced research department in the martial arts academy, and the principal, vice president and education officer come to teach us."
Chen Mao glanced at the young man who was speaking. He was a little unfamiliar. He looked like he was less than twenty, and he was the youngest among the hundred or so people.
"Who is this person?" Chen Mao asked Liu Sheng in a low voice.
He knew everyone present. They were either comrades in arms during the calamity or the children of old comrades. But he had no impression of this young man at all.
Liu Sheng responded: "Su Wen, the commander of Shandong Capital, came from Prince Qi's Mansion in Nanjing."
"Oh, it turns out it's him." Chen Mao said calmly.
He had heard about Su Wen, the youngest commander-in-chief since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. He became a second-rank feudal general at the age of less than twenty. Although he does not have a title, his position is no less than that of Chen Mao, who serves as the commander-in-chief of Ningxia.
But Chen Mao felt that this guy surnamed Su was just getting promoted by leaning on Dong Gong's lap. He had no real ability and was just a young boy.
The titles and positions of people like Chen Mao were all created by themselves with real swords and guns. It is true that among the people present, it is not that there are no second-generation generals who have obtained their current power by inheriting their father's title, but in Chen Mao's eyes, this is very reasonable. It is too normal for his father to inherit the throne for his son.
Su Wen, on the other hand, had only fought a few battles and easily became the commander of the capital.
Noticing the disdain in the eyes of his old friend, Liu Sheng reminded secretly: "Old Chen, don't be stupid. Su Wu, the censor of Zuodu, is his younger brother, and he has the backing of the man from the East Palace. If nothing happens, these two My brother’s future career will be nourished.”
Chen Mao said calmly: "I know."
Of course he would not deliberately provoke Su Wen just because he was dissatisfied with him. Only a fool would do such a thing. Those who can stand in this position are all old-fashioned people who live up to their destiny. They make friends with people they can make friends with, and they don't offend those who can't make friends with them.
Chen Mao's Xunqi faction and Qi Wang's faction like Su Wensu Wu have a natural alliance, and there is no reason to enmity with each other.
But this did not affect Chen Mao's disdain for Su Wen in his heart.
Su Wen just smiled indifferently and didn't say much.
He is no longer the reckless young man he used to be when he was just starting out, who would become passionate if he disagreed with someone, and would do whatever he wanted to see who didn't like him.
Su Wen still remembers what Zhu Gaojie said to him before he left for Shandong:
"You have to remember: In the future, you must hone your character and become a great general, and you can hide the mountains and seas in your belly. If you don't have the ability to bear it at all, and you won't be able to eat well or sleep after being spoken to, then you will only end up being controlled. share."
This sounds like what an old father said to his son before he left. After Su Wen lost his husband and his mother, this was the first time someone educated him in such a gentle tone. And the person who said these words was a little older than him. How many years old boy.
…
"The door is open!"
Everyone looked and saw that the gate of the martial arts academy opened from the inside out. There was a man standing in front of the door, wearing a white gown and a long beard.
British Duke, Zhang Fu.
No matter they were proud soldiers or generals, they all saluted at this moment.
Zhang Fu was once the leader of the Wuxun faction, and he was worthy of their respect in terms of ability and status.
"One hundred and seven people, the right person."
Zhang Fu glanced at them, then counted the number of people, and said calmly, "As you can see, I am the education officer of the Wuyuan, Zhang Fu. When I arrived at the Wuyuan, there were no princes, no princes, no generals. Once There are only two kinds of people when you step into the martial arts academy.”
"One kind of person is a gentleman from the martial arts academy, and the other kind of person is a student from the martial arts academy. When you get here, you should lower your head and show due respect to the gentlemen from the martial arts academy."
Chen Mao bowed and said: "Master Guo, I understand..."
"There is no such thing as a prince here."
Zhang Fu glanced at Chen Mao and said, "You should respectfully call me sir. This is the first and last time I remind you. If you feel that this title is inappropriate, you can turn around and leave. No one will stop you. .”
Chen Mao paused and retreated into the crowd.
It’s better to be cowardly when it’s time to be cowardly.
Quit the martial arts academy? What a joke!
The emperor gathered these people together with an edict, not to discuss with them, but to give orders. If you quit the martial arts academy at this time, you will be rebelling against the decree!
Zhang Fu said expressionlessly: "Since no one objects, then follow me into the academy. The martial arts academy has prepared a welcoming ceremony for you."
…
Everyone followed Zhang Fu. Although they had no objections on the surface, they started to murmur in private.
"To be honest, I thought there would be a British Duke among the 'Big Three' of the Martial Arts Academy, but what I didn't expect was that the British Duke would actually be the last one among the three."
"I thought that even if the British Duke was not the dean of the martial arts academy, he would still be the deputy dean. Who would have thought that he was just an education officer."
"You said, even the British Duke is just an education officer, who are the dean and vice-dean?"
"Don't care who it is, I don't believe there is any general in the Ming Dynasty who can defeat the British prince. No matter who becomes the president and deputy dean, I will not be convinced!"
"Say less and don't cause trouble for the Duke."
"So what, it's just the truth. The British Duke is the ranking of our military generals and relatives, but two people who don't know where they came from were found to ride on the Duke's head. Isn't this a slap in our face? !”
"We haven't even met the two deans now, so you think those two deans are not good?"
"Huh, I'm just stating the facts."
The group of people walked along the path towards the central area of the academy. The buildings in the martial arts academy were not very luxurious and high-end, just rows of neat and simple houses. This is not because the Ministry of Industry rushed to work and left flaws. This was the original intention of the Wuyuan design.
The couplet on the main entrance of Wuyuan has made it very clear: promotion and wealth will go elsewhere.
The generals finally arrived at their destination. In the core area of the martial arts academy, a high platform built of bricks and stones was built. There was a flagpole on the high platform, and the sun and moon flag fluttered in the wind.
Under the sun and moon, the young man has been waiting here for a long time.
"Everyone, welcome to the martial arts academy. I am the vice president of your martial arts academy and will also lead your admission ceremony."
After seeing the young vice-chancellor, the powerful generals who were still talking about each other couldn't help but change their expressions. They suddenly became quiet and all saluted respectfully: "I'm waiting for you, Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
Zhu Gaojie smiled and raised his hand: "Here, I am not your highness, I am just the vice president of the martial arts academy."
The generals couldn't help but smile bitterly. They never thought that they would encounter this problem after being admitted to the hospital.
They are still thinking about who can beat the British male. Is he worthy?
It matches, it matches so well!
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally came to serve as the vice-president of their martial arts academy. No wonder Zhang Fu would give up his position and let Xian be his subordinate.
They not only respected Zhu Gaojie in terms of status and identity, but also respected him for his brilliant achievements.
etc……
Even the prince is just the deputy dean, so the dean is... what a joke!
"Welcome to the Wuyuan. I am the dean of the Wuyuan. I have been waiting here for a long time."
The loud voice rang in everyone's ears. They looked up and saw that behind the prince, an old man in dragon robe slowly walked to the flag of the sun and moon. He spread his arms like an eagle with bright wings, embracing the mountains and seas in his arms. It brings invisible pressure to people.
——Zhu Di.
The generals knelt down, kowtowed, and shouted respectfully: "Long live my emperor!"
Zhu Di smiled slightly. He was very satisfied with his appearance, which he had prepared for a long time.
You're so scared!
Zhu Gaojie had become accustomed to the old man's bad taste. He coughed lightly and said to everyone: "You are all pillars of the Ming Dynasty. It is my wish and your Majesty's wish to come to the martial arts academy to further your studies."
"From now on, you will undergo three months of further training in the martial arts academy."
He took a moment in his mind. In three months, the liberal arts college should be almost ready. After the liberal arts college is repaired, he will go to the liberal arts college to take classes.
The world's civilized and martial arts are all brought into my arms.
"You are soldiers, and I am also from a military background. The Martial Arts Academy is also a military academy. Studying in the Martial Arts Academy is no different from being in the military."
Zhu Gaojie said loudly, "There are no too many salutes here. You only need to salute one thing, and that is the military salute of the Wuyuan Academy!"
He clenched his right hand into a fist and placed it in front of his heart. His waist was as tenacious as a pine tree and his aura was high.
Military salute is the most basic requirement for a soldier. It is not a simple action. It is a kind of momentum. The momentum of a soldier forms the inertial thinking of military salute. Both generals and soldiers will develop the habit of obeying military orders. ideology.
This was the first step for Zhu Gaojie to train these senior generals of the Ming Empire.
(End of chapter)
