This day in the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu seemed particularly long.

The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty, who had originally planned to use begging bones to force the emperor to change his will, were caught off guard and discovered that their emperor no longer needed them.

The civil servants in Beijing during the Ming Dynasty were all dismissed from their official posts just because of an order to beg for bones.

Above the court hall, there are yamen of various ministries and departments.

After being granted permission to beg for bones and deprived of his official status, the wolf-like and tiger-like Jin Yiwei immediately accused people of their crimes and sent them to prison.

Everything seemed to have been rehearsed beforehand.

After returning to Beijing from Jiaozhi Road to report on their duties, the officials made a solemn promise in public on Chongli Street between Hongwu Gate and Chaoyang Gate.

The people of Yingtian City intuitively felt the unbearability of the Beijing officials, and angrily expelled those Beijing officials who had taken off their official uniforms and went to Liang Guan.

The people returned home with great expectations for what was supposed to be a new court.

However, today is destined not to be so simple and quiet in the dark night.

In the martial arts hall.

Zhu Shou, who lost the bet, seemed particularly excited and his face was extremely happy.

So much so that he never went home from the golf course. Instead, he went directly to the Martial Arts Hall, found a dormitory room where science and education were taught in the Martial Arts Hall, and moved in.

As for his change of clothes for the next three months, Zhu Shou sent someone back home to pick them up early in the morning.

The martial arts students in the martial arts hall also heard about the emperor's grandson's return to the Qin Dynasty army on the court today.

In the past few years, Jiangwu Hall has slowly developed a mature learning system, which is held every three years. Entrance and exit assessments are assessed. There are only more than a hundred people in each term, not too many, but not many.

The Marquis of Ming Dynasty in the room was so excited that he didn't want to wash up for a long time.

Outside the house, the martial arts students in the martial arts hall rarely ignored the rules and gathered together.

"The imperial court is really as the grandson said. It is a blessing for everyone of our generation to resume the military service of Qin Dynasty!"

The largest classroom in the martial arts hall had no less than a hundred and fifty people gathered here. A Baihu official from the Chinese Army Governor's Mansion, with a red face, spoke to the classmates and comrades around him.

"It has been twenty-eight years since the founding of our dynasty, and there are only a few people with different surnames who have been granted the title of king, and they are all granted after death. Today, His Highness Taisun has said that our dynasty will resume the meritorious service of the Qin Fajun, and those with high merit can be crowned king.

The king of Ming Dynasty is waiting for you."

"Everyone! My classmates! My colleagues!"

"The imperial court... no! The royal family treats us like this. We will swear allegiance to the death, and we will wrap ourselves in horse leather before the battle to express our gratitude for the royal family's great kindness."

After finishing speaking, the official from the Central Military Governor's Office silently looked at a new transfer student in a very inconspicuous corner among the crowd.

This year is already the third term for the Hundred Household Officers, and they will pass the exam at the end of the year. If all goes well, they can at least be appointed as Deputy Qianhu, and their placement will be arranged by the Fifth Army Governor's Office and the Ministry of War.

And the new student is also an official of hundreds of households.

However, the officials of the Hundred Households of the Chinese Army Dudu Mansion firmly believed that as long as the other party graduated in three years, at least he would be an official of the Thousand Households after graduation, and he would even command the general affairs and the colleagues.

That's because the freshman's surname is Chang!

Chang Jizu was helpless. He entered the Martial Arts Hall as a temporary transfer, but he finally got in after passing the Martial Arts Hall assessment. However, many people believed that he got in because of his surname.

However, the attention of the surrounding military students was drawn to him by the hundreds of officials from the Central Military Governor's Mansion.

No matter how helpless Chang Jizu was, he could only squeeze out a smile and cupped his hands and said: "Dear seniors, it has been twenty-eight years since the Ming Dynasty, and military families have been in the second generation. The country has now resumed the method of military merit and nobility. Since then,

This is to prevent me from falling in love with the army and horses. A good man of the Ming Dynasty should compete with his superiors on the military battlefield. He should use the heads of enemy chiefs to judge the success or failure of heroes!"

Chang Jizu spoke very restrainedly, but as the core of the third generation of the Chang family, he had to express the attitude of the Kaiping Palace on today's matter.

The Chang family will not indulge in past military achievements, let alone do despicable things in the military formation. Everything will be considered based on actual military achievements.

"The Ming army is mighty!"

Zhu Shou, the Marquis of Kuangshao, who had been unable to rest because of the emotion in his heart, heard the sound of the martial arts students gathering outside the window. He couldn't help but have an idea. He followed the sound and looked at the martial arts students in the classroom. He suddenly shouted at the door.

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The sudden mighty sound made the martial arts students in the classroom look surprised.

When Dao turned around, he saw that it was Marquis Shunshen who had appeared outside the classroom at some unknown time.

The warriors paused for a moment.

I don’t know who spoke first, and in the blink of an eye there was a roar throughout the classroom.

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty! The Ming Dynasty is mighty! The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

"The Ming Dynasty is mighty!"

"..."

The largest classroom in the martial arts hall was packed with the shouts of martial arts students in just an instant.

The martial arts students shouted, but the content gradually changed.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Prince Chitose!"

"My grandson is a thousand years old!"

"Long live your Majesty! Long live! Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the Ming Dynasty!"

By the time the shouting came to an end, the whole classroom was in complete chaos. Everyone was shouting their own voices, regardless of what the people around them were shouting.

Zhu Shou had a happy smile on his face.

The country can have these warriors and soldiers who dare to sacrifice their lives and return with their bodies wrapped in horse leather for the sake of the country. Why don't they come to the prosperous times?

Zhu Shou followed the sound silently, and returned silently carrying the sound.

After a while, I rested happily.

While the martial arts students in the martial arts hall were cheering and the military camps inside and outside the capital were singing and celebrating, the Taiyuan Hospital on Qinglong Street was completely silent.

The latest medical code of practice clearly stipulates that the hospital must be kept quiet to facilitate patients' recovery.

In fact, there are not many patients in the hospital.

Those who can use imperial doctors are usually nobles in the palace or powerful officials in the dynasty. But sometimes, the situation is different.

For example, Tai Hospital has often launched new medical research in the past two years.

Especially when it comes to trauma.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As a result, there were many officers and soldiers from various camps inside and outside the capital who were injured due to drills in the Taiyuan Hospital.

The night gradually dimmed the sky, and the sunlight had long since disappeared.

On Qinglong Street, a figure came from the Rites Yamen to Taiyuan Hospital.

Ren Hengtai took off his official uniform in the Yamen, put on an indigo robe, lowered his head and arrived at the entrance of Taiyuan Hospital.

The guard guarding the door turned out to be a bachelor and the Minister of Etiquette.

When you are busy, you have to step forward and bow.

Ren Hengtai raised his hand: "Excuse me, but Zhai Butang is in the Taiyuan Hospital?"

"Back to Bu Tang, Zhai Bu Tang was sent directly to the hospital today. He hasn't woken up yet, so he didn't ask his family to take him back."

Seeing that Ren Hengtai intended to keep a low profile, the guard also lowered his tone.

Ren Hengtai nodded and entered the Tai Hospital minding his own business.

As soon as we entered Taiyuan Hospital, we could smell the smell of various herbs floating in the air.

Ren Hengtai followed the road to the location where the patients were placed. The closer he got, the lighter the smell of herbs in the air became. On the contrary, it was another somewhat pungent smell that became stronger.

There is a faint smell of alcohol mixed in with it.

Outside the ward, there were two strong medicine boys in white coats squatting in the corner, assuming they were looking after them.

Seeing Ren Hengtai coming over, a medicine boy who could pass for two Ren Hengtai stood up.

"Who are you?"

Ren Hengtai raised his head and said: "I am here to find Zhai Shan, the Minister of Civil Affairs. Who is on duty at the Imperial Hospital today?"

My official.

Then he is also an official.

To be able to find a minister of the Ministry of Personnel, one must be at least a third- or fourth-rank official.

The medicine boy didn't recognize Ren Hengtai, but his attitude was much more respectful: "Zhai Butang is in the single room at the end of the ward. Today, he is the envoy of the Shuiyuan Hospital, and he is currently dealing with the trauma of a Beijing officer and soldier in the back hall."

After asking about Zhai Shan's location, Ren Hengtai was no longer anxious. Instead, he asked curiously: "Why does the water hospital have to deal with trauma in person at this time?"

The medicine boy showed embarrassment on his face and whispered: "Today, because of His Majesty's decree, the Beijing army was having a bit of a fuss. Many people were injured, and that man didn't know how, but he actually got a foot on his leg.

There are long wounds, and even the blood vessels and bones are exposed. The envoys of the Shuiyuan always want to see these kinds of wounds in person, and even if they don't do it themselves, they have to instruct other doctors in the hospital to perform the surgery."

The medicine boy talked a lot intermittently, but Ren Hengtai was a little confused.
To be continued...