The fourteenth year of Orthodoxy, the eve of the Tumubao War.
Zhu Qizhen, dressed in a dragon robe, walked back and forth in the luxurious palace.
His brows were slightly furrowed and his eyes were shining brightly, as if he was thinking about something important.
"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about so late?"
At this time, Wang Zhen's slightly sharp voice came out, which brought Zhu Qizhen back to his senses after thinking hard for a long time.
"I'm thinking about the border situation. With the current offensive strength displayed by Wala, they obviously won't give up so easily."
"This battle must be fought, otherwise, will my Ming Dynasty still have the deterrence power?"
When Wang Zhen heard this, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he bowed and praised:
"Your Majesty is wise, and you really can't let that gang of Walas continue to be so arrogant."
"That guy is obviously deliberately provoking trouble, if we don't suppress his arrogance."
"He will always think we are afraid of him!"
Having said this, Wang Zhen's eyes suddenly lit up as if he suddenly thought of a great idea.
"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion."
"Oh? Come on, come on, tell me."
Zhu Qizhen, who was worried about not having any good ideas, hurriedly pulled Wang Zhen to his side and signaled the latter to speak quickly.
A hint of joy appeared on Wang Zhen's face, and then he nodded and said: "Your Majesty, why don't you also learn from the late emperor and lead the expedition yourself?"
"The imperial commander personally marches?"
A look of astonishment clearly appeared on Zhu Qizhen's face.
"That's right, Your Majesty, think about it, if you can defeat Ohara in person this time."
"Then your prestige and status in the hearts of the people will skyrocket?"
"In this way, your weight in the hearts of the ministers and the Queen Mother will undergo earth-shaking changes."
Wang Zhen's words were like the whisper of a devil, causing the shock on Zhu Qizhen's face to change instantly, and even his eyes became brighter and brighter.
"Yes! You are right!"
"The emperor will conquer in person, I want the emperor to conquer in person!!"
"I want to recreate the heroic appearance of my father and lead the army directly to Huanglong!!"
"Let that person kneel at my feet first and never dare to invade my Ming border again!"
Zhu Qizhen became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, and his whole body couldn't help exuding an imperial aura.
Wang Zhen looked at it with his eyes shining, applauded and said:
"Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, you should use your sweeping power to suppress those gangsters in Wala!"
Bang bang bang...
"Hahahaha, your idea is really great, reward me, I will reward you well!"
"This time, you should come with me!"
"Yes! I will definitely stay with the emperor until my death!"
At this time, Zhu Qizhen, under the influence of Wang Zhen, had fallen into the scene of killing everyone, and his whole person became extremely excited.
The dark night continued to pass as the two talked.
At dawn, it was not bright yet, but the Fengtian Hall was already full of people.
The morning of the Ming Dynasty is at five o'clock in the morning. At this time, it is not yet bright.
When Zhu Qizhen walked out excitedly wearing a dragon robe, everyone immediately bowed and saluted.
"I see you, Your Majesty, long live my Emperor!"
"Flat body!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand, and his whole person seemed completely different from usual.
A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of Chief Assistant Cao Nai who was looking down.
"Your Majesty, regarding the border invasion..."
