"Father, can you bring some gifts for me?" Zhu Gaochi made a request. He had taken Liu Chun a large stack of gymnastics drawings and had not returned the gifts to others. It was not the style that the eldest son of Yan should have.

A few days ago, the little fat man didn’t have the courage, but after Liu Chun and Zhu Di quarreled, it was obvious that the King of Yan’s face was not so cold, and Zhu Gaochi became bolder and dared to put forward a “unequal thought”!

Zhu Di snorted, "No!"

The little fat man was so scared that he lowered his head, and he just couldn't be proud of himself... Suddenly, Zhu Di said again: "The father will not be your messenger. If you want to send something, you can go by yourself!"

The fat guy was stunned. Xu Miaoyun covered her mouth and chuckled and patted her son's ass.

"Silly boy, come with your father with your gift!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened and he was surprised!

Turning his head and heading straight to the kitchen.

After a while, he carried a food box that was about the same height as him and came out with a delicious meal!

Zhu Di reached out to take the food box and handed it to Zhu Neng. Then he hugged the fat man in his arms and rode a big dark horse together!

"The father taught you to ride a horse!"

...

The King of Yan took the eldest son out of the city, surrounded by guards, like a gust of wind, and arrived at the city gate.

By chance, a ox cart came towards me.

"It's Master Daoyan!"

Zhu Di quickly dismounted, put the fat man aside, and took the initiative to go over and salute.

The old monk Daoyan, who was shaped like a sick tiger, got off the car with a smile.

"Prince, is this hunting again?"

Zhu Di's old face turned slightly red. He said this as if he was not doing his job properly.

"Master, look at this."

Zhu Di handed over the things Liu Chun painted to Daoyan. The old monk took them over, looked carefully for a while, and suddenly became shocked!

"Prince, where did you get the method of body refining?" Daoyan's voice changed. He said in surprise: "Prince, since ancient times, famous generals have all had their own unique and exquisite methods of training. Like the Wei Wushang, Qin Ruishen, and tiger and leopard cavalry, they were all trained in this way. Unfortunately, these methods of training are rarely passed down, but they are full of ways of using troops. But you must know how to use them without elite soldiers!"

The old monk Daoyan was really a little trick, and Zhu Di nodded frequently. Who said that it was not? What is Sun Tzu's art of war, thirty-six strategies, and books about how to use military forces and conspiracies and conspiracies have never been short of books. However, there are very few ways to turn an ordinary person into an excellent soldier!

This is like a lot of wealth stories, entrepreneurial experiences, which are all about the sky, but few people mention where the most precious first bet of gold comes from!

If you don’t have the start-up capital, you can make a fortune!

Without enough background, if you drop out of school in your junior year and hide in the underground garage, can you create the world's richest man in just three or two people?

Isn't this a lie?

Zhu Di has been struggling for many years, so of course he knows that without elite soldiers, everything is empty talk!

"Master, do you say these things can make elite soldiers?"

The old monk smiled silently, "It's not that easy! Prince, I think this method is not even a basic foundation, it can only strengthen the body. However, I think that the person who can compile this method must be a great talent. If he is recruited, he may be able to train a strong soldier for His Highness!"

Daoyan arrived in Peking from the capital in the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

That year, Zhu Yuanzhang's beloved Empress Ma died. The heartbroken Emperor Hongwu sent a monk to each son to pray for Queen Ma and recite scriptures.

It was under this situation that Daoyan came to Peking. Speaking of which, Yao Guangxiao was only seven years younger than Zhu Yuanzhang, and they became monks almost at the same time.

But the life trajectory of these two people is simply from heaven and underground... Zhu Yuanzhang participated in the Red Turban Uprising, and changed from a big-headed soldier to a hegemon, then cleared the six-way, swept across the eight desolates, and became the emperor!

As for Daoyan, he first became a monk, and later went to learn Taoist Yin-Yang numerology, astronomy and geography, fortune-telling, side-minded, and power-minded. He was all good at everything.

But when Daoyan came out and wanted to show his skills, the troubled times were over. Zhu Yuanzhang firmly sat in the country and governed the country with an iron fist... Daoyan was stupid. He had learned so many skills and had no place to use his skills. He was about to grow old and accomplish nothing!

They are both two little monks, why are the difference so big?

After a brief grief, Daoyan put his hope on Zhu Di. Perhaps this martial King of Yan could realize his wish to be remembered in history!

When Daoyan saw something that could increase Zhu Di's strength, he was happier than anyone else.

He happily accompanied Zhu Di to the military camp. In this way, the "Jingnan Iron Triangle" that was in power in the future met together.

But these three people don’t feel at all sympathy. On the contrary, they have their own confidants.

The first is Daoyan. Since he saw Liu Chun, he had eaten fly shit. It turned out that he had guessed wrongly! What kind of genius is he? He is just a furious child!

Although a layer of thick hair had appeared in the bare head, his facial features were pretty, his body was tall, and he looked good.

But the problem is that he is too young, at most thirteen years old!

How could he have a clever way to strengthen his body? This thing is not like articles and poems. It can rely on talent. Any kind of boxing and foot skills, training methods, even the simplest way to rely on trees, have skills.

It takes a lot of people and a long time to polish it out, and it is definitely not something that can be found just by slapping your forehead.

Therefore, Daoyan dared to conclude that there was someone behind Liu Chun, and he was also a master!

Whether it is an enemy or a friend, Daoyan thinks it is a threat!

The old monk was full of hostility, hanging his triangle eyes, and constantly patrolling Liu Chun.

As for Zhu Di, he was not confused. He caught Liu Chun himself. This kid not only did not hold grudges, but also gave his son a way to refine his body and lose weight. Will this kid have such a good heart?

Don't you have any plans?

Compared to the suspicion of the two adults, the young man is much simpler. He gave Liu Chun the same delicacies as if he offered treasures... elbows, braised carp, white-cut chicken, lion head, beggar chicken... They are all fat dishes, which are very suitable for Xiaopang's hobbies!

Liu Chun looked at it, they were all big guys, and couldn't help but hesitate, "Young master, is this the prince's mansion eating?"

The little fat dun shook his head, "Of course not. This is only available during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. Usually there is only one or two meat dishes."

"Oh." Liu Chun couldn't help but exclaim, "The prince is so frugal!"

The little fat man held his fat chin and smiled silly: "It's the emperor's grandfather. He only eats four side dishes at each meal, and the rice is still grown by himself!"

Zhu Gaochi did not lie that Zhu Yuanzhang received the millet tribute from the local area, which was very delicious, but Emperor Zhu was afraid of disturbing the people, so he told the local area that he only had seeds and ploughed himself in the palace and ate it himself, and did not allow the local area to pay tribute again.

When it comes to loving the people, Zhu Yuanzhang has been the second emperor throughout the ages, but no one has been the first!

"It turns out that Your Majesty doesn't eat whatever he wants, just eat whatever he wants." Liu Chun chewed the chicken legs and said in a vague way.

Suddenly, Daoyan leaned over and came to Liu Chun.

"Young man, you can't see these dishes? Have you ever eaten something better?" The old monk smiled so hard that he was furious.

Liu Chun quickly said vigilantly: "No, I haven't eaten it, I just heard it!"

"Who have you heard?" the old monk asked again.

At this time, Zhu Di also came over and said coldly: "I also want to know. It is said that you are just the son of a mountain citizen. You have lived in the mountains since you were a child. You don't even know which year it was outside! Could it be that there is a Tianshu?"

Liu Chun finally understood that Zhu Di was here to force the palace to ask about the case!

My vigilance is really strong!

A set of radio gymnastics attracted his suspicion, Zhu Laosi, you are living carefully enough!

Liu Chun threw the chewed chicken leg bone aside, wiped the grease on his hands, and said frankly: "I didn't want to say that, but the prince asked, so he could only tell the truth. I am the descendant of the Guo family!"

"Guo family? What Guo family?" Zhu Di was still stunned.

However, Daoyan seemed to have some insight and exclaimed: "Is it Guo Shoujing? What's your relationship with him?"

Liu Chun's face did not blush and his heart was not beating, "It should be the master or the ancestor!"

"Ouch!" Daoyan's eyes shone with surprise, "I found it, there is really a successor of the Guo family living!"

It was the first time Zhu Di saw Daoyan so disobedient. This old monk was not possessed by evil spirits, right?
Chapter completed!