Zhu Chunchen returned to the mansion from the outer residence of the East Palace, changed into Yanju Taoist robe, and strode towards the winter garden. The genetic genes of the military generals made him step steadily and heavy, and he stepped on the bluestone bricks and made a thud. The servants in the mansion bowed to avoid it, wondering what urgent matters this prince encountered today.

There are four gardens in the Duke of Chengguo Mansion, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Among them, the scenery of the winter garden is bleak, mostly strange stones transported from Taihu Lake, and most of the plants and trees planted are vines. In winter, only scorched vines are left. Such an ominous scenery is naturally not popular among the nobles. The reason why it appears in the Duke of Guogong's mansion is entirely because of a person.

Zhu Chunchen thought of the man's face that had always been owed five hundred taels of silver, and his feet were inevitably a little slow.

As soon as he walked into the winter garden, Zhu Chunchen seemed to be wrapped in a cloud of cold air, and couldn't help but tremble. He took advantage of the cold air to cheer up his spirit, pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, laughed and screamed, "Hahaha, Brother Pingqing is so elegant!"

The doors and windows of the warm pavilion were wide open, and there was no fire. Only a black Confucian scarf was exposed, wearing a moon-white body, sitting on the couch, staring at the clouds on the table, like an old monk entering a meditation, or like a wax-like clay figure, unmoving.

Zhu Chunchen knew that this man was so arrogant, so he didn't care. He went up and took a look, but it was not enough to see any tricks. He refused to show his timidity, and wanted to lead Brother Pingqing to speak, and smiled and said, "Is this the book "The Blood Vomiting Score" a few days ago?"

"That's right." The scholar raised his head, with a look of about thirty years outside, with elegant long beards, and his black eyes were like water. He looked at Zhu Chunchen, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and said with a laugh as if he was ridiculous: "It was the "Blood-spellent Collection" that the Duke had spent a lot of money to find a few days ago."

"Hahaha, Brother Pingqing is scolding our city again!" Zhu Chunchen laughed and sat opposite him, his face darkened, and said, "Today, the East Palace summoned him and was about to ask for advice from the sir."

"Is it the matter of Jingying?" Ping Qing didn't raise his head, and he was still staring at the chess record.

"That's all," Zhu Chunchen said, "it's a matter of gunpowder."

Pingqing raised his head and looked at Zhu Chunchen: "Gunpowder?"

"Is there something that Brother Pingqing can't see through?" Zhu Chunchen mixed with pride and pleasure, and said with a smile: "The prince wants to change the Gunpowder Bureau to the Imperial Shop. In the future, the three camps will have to spend money to buy gunpowder from the Gunpowder Bureau."

"Um..." Pingqing frowned slightly, his face was much gloomy. He said, "How did you do the right thing?"

"How could I promise him? I just stammered and perfunctorily." Zhu Chunchen smiled and said, "However, if you really want the three camps to pay for money to buy gunpowder, it may not be a good thing. As long as there is money exchange, how can there be no loss in the middle?"

"Yes, in the future, as long as the prince wants to return to the palace, he will make an excuse that the gunpowder he bought is just a pile of sand and soil, and the cannons will not sound, and the guns will not be fired." The scholar said lightly, as if he was discussing the weather with others.

Zhu Chunchen laughed, not angry at all because his little thoughts were revealed. If this scholar could not even see this, how could he be worthy of his courtesy to him? To serve as a national soldier?

"As long as you agree, you will hold the soft part of the Eastern Palace. Why not agree?" Pingqing asked.

"Hey," Zhu Chunchen shook his head slightly, "How dare I play such a scheming with the National Building? I have to know why the East Palace has made this move and whether there is a backup plan. Haha, this is thanks to the teacher's teachings over the years."

Pingqing pursed his lips tightly and said, "What do you think the prince does?"

"I have no grudges with the Eastern Palace in the past. Recently, there has been no grudge between the Ming Dynasty. In this situation, we, the ministers and ministers of generations, cannot cause trouble for the Tian family." Zhu Chunchen frowned and tried to think about all possible reasons: "Is it because the prince is interested in eliminating the pros and cons and revitalizing the court, and just start with my Beijing camp?"

"It is the emperor's business to revive the court. He is not qualified." Ping Qing twisted a marble and said, "Students often told the grandfather that there must be traces of ropes when things are not accidental. Could it be that the grandfather doesn't remember it?"

"Oh? I hope to hear the details." Zhu Chunchen sat upright and said.

"What did the East Palace do first to prevent the epidemic from leaving the palace? It was training troops!" Ping Qing slapped the chess piece on the scale plate, picked up another one, rubbed it in his hand, and said slowly: "In just over a month, his newly recruited East Palace guards even dared to kill officials in the court. And he did not ask for an order, but only acted on the orders of the East Palace. This shows that the East Palace has a letter of reward and punishment, and has completely won the morale of the army."

Although Zhu Chunchen knew this, he was still a little scared when he heard from others.

"Soldiers are divided into steps, horses, chariots, and firearms camps." Pingqing's second son said: "It is difficult to practice chariots in the capital. Only the camp camp and firearms camp can be practiced. Among them, the firearms camp shines as early as when Emperor Taizu Gao established the country; when Emperor Chengzu was established, the Shenji camp was set up alone in the firearms; when Qi Wuyi was practicing, the army was mixed with firearms. It can be seen that all those who want to use troops in our dynasty should focus on firearms. Therefore, only pigs believe that the prince asked for the Gunpowder Bureau to open a lime mine."

Zhu Chunchen's heart was thrust again and he was a little dissatisfied: "What big thing will happen if there is only gunpowder and no firearms?"

"In the Battle of Guangning, Yuan Chonghuan and others wrapped quilts and straw with gunpowder, and used them to defend the city with extraordinary effect." Ping Qing said: "It can be seen that gunpowder alone has the effect of using it alone. On the contrary, if there is only firearms but no gunpowder, but even burning a fire stick is not as good as lifting weights. It is a method of raising the eyes and showing it to the East Palace."

Zhu Chunchen's lips opened and he said timidly after a long time: "The East Palace is indeed going to re-train a new army..."

"The new army has been trained." Pingqing shook his head: "Although I have never seen the tempering of the war, the orders are prohibited, and it is no longer comparable to those in the Beijing camp."

"Then the East Palace is..." Zhu Chunchen trembled all over: "Sir, I suddenly remembered the story that Mr. told me."

"Which one?" Ping Qing did not hide his mockery at all.

"It's the story of Maodun Shanyu killing his father." Zhu Chunchen said this, his voice trembled.

He was originally a ignorant family. Even if his husband took the school homework, he would often be led by the Qing guest chief. Later, he inherited his title and was devoted to eating, drinking, having fun and saving money, and never had the idea of ​​studying. Until he met Mr. Pingqing, he was good at piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and knew all the tricks and tricks of soldiers. He was really a figure like Zhuge Liang. He then handed over the court and hired him as a Western Conference. He knew some allusions.

Maodun Chan was the eldest son of Touman Chanyu. Because Touman's second wife gave birth to a son, Touman wanted to pass the position of the Shanyu to the youngest son, so he sent Maodun to the Yuezhi Kingdom as a hostage. As soon as Maodun arrived in Yuezhi, Touman sent troops to attack Yuezhi, which was obvious to kill people with a knife.

Unexpectedly, Maodun was strong and had extraordinary skills. He snatched a good horse and fled back to the Huns. He then made a whistleblower and gathered his subordinates to catch the horse and ordered: Anyone who did not shoot with the whistleblower and shot, would be killed!

He first hunted birds and animals, and killed them on the spot if they didn't shoot with them.

The Huns loved horses as if they were like bodies, so they shot their mounts with a whistle. If there was anyone who dared not shoot, they would be killed under the horse.

Later, he shot his wife with a whistlebrating sound, and everyone who was afraid of being shot was also killed.

When Mingdi shot the Shanyu and BMW, no one on the left dared not to shoot, Maodun knew that the left and right was available.

Finally, Maodun followed Touman to hunt, and shot Touman with a whistle and left and right shot Khan with a whistle and left and right shot Khan. Therefore, he killed his stepmother, younger brother, and all disobedient ministers and proclaimed himself Chanyu.
Chapter completed!