Chen Yuanqi felt relieved in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Sir is really a great scholar. If you don't seek fame and fortune, Xiao Wang is really lucky to meet Mr.."

He actually talked about the emotion.

Looking back now, from the first sight of Mr. Fang, I have seen Mr. Fang in the past two or three years.

In his heart, this person is like a god who is not as good as the world's fireworks. Now, he is about to reach the peak of his life as he was guided by Mr. Fang two or three years ago, and he feels an indescribable touch in his heart.

Although he knew that if he did big things, he should be hard-hearted and should be shady enough. Even if he rushed into the palace and killed his nephew, he would do whatever he could.

Because those who achieve great things do not care about the details, not to mention that Mr. Fang also thinks he is right.

Thinking of all the years, he had tears in his eyes, and his eyes were whirling. He couldn't help but thrust and fell to the ground: "Sir, I will never thank you for your kindness."

Fang Wucai smiled slightly and said lightly to Chen Yuanqi: "Your Highness, please treat the people well."

"Of course." Chen Yuanqi said ambitiously: "If I were emperor, I would be ten or a hundred times stronger than the women in the palace."

Fang Wucai nodded with satisfaction.

"I will stay here in the past few days. Your Highness should be careful when doing things. Unless someone who is extremely trustworthy, you must not disclose this matter. This matter is not a minor matter and must not be careless. If it is observed in advance, it will definitely hinder major matters, especially King Zhao and King Liang, etc., and they should not be aware of it in advance."

"Of course." A hint of coldness flashed across Chen Yuanqi's face: "How could Xiao Wang let them be more beautiful than before?"

He stood up, looked at Fang Wucai again with gratitude, and said seriously: "After the day of major events, please be by Xiao Wang. If you are here, please feel at ease."

"This is natural." Fang Wucai smiled, and then said to him with deep meaning: "I will be by Your Majesty's side."

The word Your Majesty made Chen Yuanqi feel so weak that he heard it.

He had enjoyed the wealth of the world and had long lost much interest in this rich and beautiful food. At this moment, deep in his heart, there was a wonderful feeling deep in his heart. Your Majesty... These two words made him immersed in it more than the sound of nature. At this moment, he became floating, and he seemed to have reached a fairyland, very comfortable and happy, and could not come back to his senses for a long time.

It took him a long time to come to his senses, and his eyes looked at Fang Wucai, and he smiled proudly, "Xiao Wang is going to arrange it now, please sit high here. But..." He frowned again: "Now the Jinyiwei stared at me, which made me feel a little reluctant."

Fang Wucai stroked his beard and smiled, and said lightly to Chen Yuanqi: "The more someone is watching, the better. As long as your highness is more confidential, the Jinyiwei just has a rough understanding of your highness's whereabouts. What can he do? Being stared at will will numb the palace. If it is not intrusive, don't worry."

Mr. Fang's words sounded so nice. Chen Yuanqi thought about it and felt that this was true. The more nervous he was, the more likely he was to show his strength. He should think that he had nothing to do so, so that he could not attract attention.

He gave Fang Wu a thumbs up, then raised his eyebrows and smiled vigorously: "When Xiao Wang succeeds to the throne, the first thing he does is to depose the Jinyiwei, tie Chen Kaizhi up and put it in the oil pan! Even his relatives, teachers, students, and old friends, kill them all."

He gave Fang Wu a greeting: "Sir, there will be a date later."

Fang Wucai looked at him with a smile, slowly left, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "It's interesting..."

He couldn't help laughing again, standing in front of the window, watching the King of Zheng who was going downstairs hurriedly left, and couldn't help but whisper: "This kid Chen Kaizhi is a good person. Although most of the kings of the royal family are foolish, the stupidest one is the King of Zheng. He uses King of Zheng and then involves all the kings of the royal family. He is brilliant!"

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The end of the year has passed, and the atmosphere of the Spring Festival is more lively on this Feiyu Peak than in previous years. Because there are many people going up the mountain, many royal families in states and counties have already gone up the mountain.

The scale of the Warriors Camp instantly expanded to 1,500 people. In the next year, I am afraid that the number of people will continue to increase. According to Chen Kaizhi's estimate, it will stabilize at a scale of about 3,000 people.

Three hundred veterans, plus one thousand two hundred new soldiers, practice day and night, and study. Fortunately, there are many backbones in the Warriors camp, and even one person with four new recruits is enough. Chen Rang has been on the mountain for more than two months.

At the beginning, I felt uncomfortable all over. Although I was poor at the foot of the mountain, I was at least still free. But since I got up the mountain, I was shouting by the veterans with a whip and shouting at me. It was just the hour of Mao, so I had to hurry up.

It was a very deadly thing to get up from the bed in this winter. Chen Rang felt that he was not as clean as he was, but even if he got up, he still had to quickly clean up the bed, take a boat, put on a military uniform, wear a military cap, tie a belt, and match the sword, the kettle and the marching bag. Then, almost under the rapid bamboo whistle, he rushed to the schoolyard with the people in the same tent.

Here... every military order needs to be implemented meticulously, and it has reached a harsh level. At first, the practice was even more harsh, and it was often running long distances and standing in the cold wind. A few days ago, it was snowing on the mountain. I thought it would take a few days to relax in this cold winter month, but who knew that these perverted instructors became even more severe. Every time after the practice, Chen Rang felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

Here, there is almost no private space of it. Whether it is eating, sleeping, practicing and reading, he is almost always with instructors and other recruits, and he always does the same thing, and there is no fun at all.

On the contrary, reading at night seemed to be the most pleasant time, because at this time, I finally had a rest. What's even more ridiculous is that I always felt it was laborious to read in the past. After all, there were too many temptations around me, and reading was boring after all. But compared to practicing, Chen Rang actually felt that reading had endless fun. Sometimes he even had delusions that if he was studying every day from morning to night on this mountain, it would be a life like a god.

Therefore, he always longs for the arrival of the night so that he can read books comfortably without being disturbed by anyone, and without practicing.

He was originally thin, but now his body has become stronger. He spends eggs, meat, meat soup, and goat milk every day. He occasionally uses tea to scratch oil and eats a few fruits. It is said that he is poor, rich and powerful.

The word "poor literature" is up to be discussed, because reading is indeed not easy. The books of this era and the price of hiring people to teach are not cheap, and the cost of writing and ink is not low. However, the word "fuwu" is truly true.

At least Chen Rang and others felt the most deeply. If they were not nutritious enough after practicing, they would not be able to hold on at all, and they might even collapse directly. If it weren’t for the support of these meat, eggs, goat milk and unlimited pasta, let alone practice for more than two months, in just one day, people would faint.

But now, it can still support it.

Not only that, practice also requires equipment and weapons. At first, the weapon was a long sword. This sword was very valuable at first glance, straight and thin, but extremely sharp. Later, I began to learn muskets.

Chen Rang was taken by Xu Jie, who was in charge of cannons. Of course, in addition to learning musket shooting every day, he still needed to spend one or two hours learning the skills of cannon firing. At first, he specially moved shells for people and maintained shells and artillery. Later, he gradually began to test the shooting. There are all knowledge here on how to adjust the accuracy and how to measure distance with visual attention.

Now Chen Rang has a bit of dullness on his face. In addition to being much more energetic, he also has a bit of simple temperament. He has gradually gotten used to the life here. He doesn't have to think about any command at all, and he subconsciously knows how to do it.

He could no longer talk about the good or bad things about this place, but he actually found that he seemed to have less complaints in this group. From the initial resentment to the numbness, and then to the current integration, he gradually found that the memories at the foot of the mountain began to become blurred, as if they were very far away, becoming unclear and unreal.

Today is his duty, it is evening, and the wind is whistling. Unexpectedly, another rain of winter comes, and it seems to be a sign of the revival of all things in the past winter. But the weather is still cold and frozen.

There were twenty-five people in his squad. Except for twelve people standing guard at the mountain gate, the rest were arranged in important locations in the mountains, such as granaries and Chen Kaizhi's study.

Chen Rang was at the door of the study, but he could not be under the eaves. Although he was wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, the cold rain still penetrated everywhere. When he penetrated into his body, his whole body was already numb. Perhaps because of the exercise, he subconsciously refused to sniff and stamp his feet, but he stood like a javelin, holding the musket in his hand, as if it was no longer his own. When the cold wind blew, there was a biting pain on his face.

If Chen Rang could not bear such torture more than two months ago, but he was so. He slowly accepted and adapted. He would not only sigh in his heart that he was unlucky, but he happened to encounter a rainy day, but he could do nothing.

Chen Rang had a premonition that something big would happen.
Chapter completed!