Yang Xuan stopped and looked back.
I saw a veteran looking at me with a knife.
The veteran was wearing the uniform of the Forbidden Army, but his aura attracted Yang Xuan.
There is an essential difference between ordinary soldiers and soldiers who have been on the battlefield.
Many of Lao Zhu's imperial troops had been on the battlefield with him.
"Boy, I've seen a veteran!" Yang Xuan saluted with his fists clasped.
He admired from the bottom of his heart the soldiers who fought for the nation and the country.
This is due to the influence of the people's soldiers in later generations.
"This little guy doesn't look like he's putting on a show." The veteran looked Yang Xuan up and down, and his first impression was good.
"You haven't answered our question yet?" said the veteran.
"Returning to the old soldier, I am a disciple of Duke Wei. Thanks to His Majesty's favor, I have been specially recruited to study in the palace."
Yang Xuan answered, while also sizing up the veteran in front of him.
He knew all the Imperial Guards who were responsible for patrolling the martial arts arena.
Where did the veteran in front of me come from?
"A disciple of Duke Wei!"
"We've heard about it, but from the look of you, you don't look like a martial artist, but more like a scholar."
The veteran said.
Today, Yang Xuan is well fed, warmly dressed, and not lacking in nutrients. He is 1.78 meters tall.
He doesn't look like a fourteen-year-old boy at all.
He is not tall and looks like a frail scholar.
Only those who have fought against Yang Xuan know the terrifying power contained in his "very weak" body.
"Everyone who sees me will say this." Yang Xuan said.
He didn't think it was anything, and no one stipulated that people who practice martial arts must be tall and tall.
"I just saw you playing that horse trick, and it reminded me of the time when we fought against the Yuan army."
"But all these years, I have been staying in the palace, and I have never had the chance to go to the battlefield again."
"I didn't even have a chance to do it."
"The knife in my hand is almost rusty."
If the officials in the court heard what the veteran said, they would probably shout that it was all false.
This guy's knife is obviously very sharp.
I don’t know how many officials have been beheaded over the years.
Without him, just because this veteran is called Zhu Yuanzhang.
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"Senior veteran, I see that you are not young at all. You must have a family full of children and grandchildren."
"Just leave the matter of going to the battlefield to us young people. You should enjoy your family happiness at home!"
Yang Xuan smiled.
After hearing Yang Xuan's previous words, Lao Zhu thought of his great sage grandson Zhu Xiongying.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth subconsciously.
But what he said later made Lao Zhu frown.
"Hey, do you think I can't hold a knife, old man?"
"No, I didn't mean that."
Yang Xuan waved his hand.
Seeing this, Lao Zhu snorted softly and looked better.
"You young people, all you think about is killing the enemy and making meritorious deeds."
"But you must understand that people will die on the battlefield."
"Brothers who were eating from the same pot the first day, after a battle, I don't know how much will be left."
Lao Zhu recalled the time when he first joined the rebel army. At that time, he really had his head in his belt, and no one knew when he would die.
Most people live one day at a time.
"I understand, but someone has to go!" Yang Xuan said slowly.
After hearing this, Lao Zhu sighed and said, "Yes, someone has to go!"
Every time he went on the Northern Expedition, he also knew that many people would die.
But if we don't fight, the Yuan people will go south to plunder, and more people will die by then.
Looking at Yang Xuan's young face, he finally understood why Zhu Biao spoke so highly of Yang Xuan.
Then, the two found a shady corner and sat down.
Lao Zhu told Yang Xuan the combat characteristics of the Yuan army and how to better deal with the Yuan army.
It seems that he has completely become a character.
Yang Xuan listened carefully. This was all experience gained with blood, and it was extremely precious.
Not far away, Zhu Biao and Erhu were hiding in the dark, their eyes fixed on an old man and a young man in the corner of the martial arts field.
"It seems that my father and Yang Xuan had a good chat." Zhu Biao thought to himself.
I don't know how long it took, Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, looked at Yang Xuan and said: "Boy, you are very good."
"We have to continue patrolling."
Seeing this, Yang Xuan also stood up and clasped his fists at Lao Zhu: "I had a great talk with my senior today, and I benefited a lot from it."
"I can't thank you enough."
"No need. When we get to the battlefield, just kill a few more Tatars for us."
Lao Zhu waved his hand and left gracefully.
Yang Xuan stood there, looking at his back, and murmured: "Who is he?"
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"Father!"
"His Majesty!"
After meeting up with Zhu Biao and others, Lao Zhu threw the knife on his waist to Erhu.
"Keep it for us. We will use this identity to meet him in the future."
"Yes." Erhu said.
"Biao'er, come with us for a walk."
After separating from Lao Zhu, Zhu Biao returned to the East Palace and saw An Qing who was teasing Zhu Xiongying.
"Little sister, come here, I want to tell you something."
Zhu Biao said.
"Brother Prince, what's going on?"
An Qing asked after following Zhu Biao to a deserted place.
Today's Anqing is much more mature than it was two years ago, but in front of trusted people, it is no different from two years ago.
"In the future, don't meet Yang Xuan." Zhu Biao took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
An Qing's face turned pale, the news was like a bolt from the blue.
"Brother Prince, why?"
She looked up at her most trusted brother, her eyes filled with mist.
"My father just met with Yang Xuan today, and we will meet again in the future."
"If my father encounters Yang Xuan and you, you know what the consequences will be."
Zhu Biao quickly explained the reason. In order to protect the two of them, they could only stop seeing each other.
"For more than two years, I have been able to successfully cover up for you, just because my father's eyes are not on Yang Xuan."
An Qing was in a daze for a while. Even though she was young, she was not stupid and sweet.
On the contrary, he knew the rules of the palace very well.
The rules of the harem are extremely strict, and they are not even allowed to communicate with the outside world. Once discovered, they will be executed.
Moreover, concubines who are sick in the palace are not qualified to see the imperial doctor, and even doctors from outside who come to see the doctor are not allowed to enter the palace.
You need to have someone relay your condition to an outside doctor, who will then prescribe medicine.
Whether it can be cured or not depends on luck.
In a harem with such strict rules, a princess hangs out with a man outside. What will be the consequences once word spreads?
"Brother Prince, is there really nothing you can do?" An Qing looked at Zhu Biao pleadingly. She didn't believe that Zhu Biao had nothing to do.
"Hey, little sister, you know my father's temper." Zhu Biao shook his head and sighed.
Anqing was in despair. After more than two years of getting along, her dependence on Yang Xuan was too deep.
She also knew that she was not qualified to resist her father.
"But..." Zhu Biao felt heartbroken when he saw his favorite sister like this. After thinking about it, he stopped talking.
But An Qing seemed to have grasped the last straw and looked at Zhu Biao with shining eyes.
"Brother Prince, have you thought of a way?"
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