It can be said.

Except for Li Rusong who is not in Beijing, the core members of the Wanli Imperial Party are all here, and the atmosphere in this martial arts lecture hall is somewhat strange and weird.

The rules here were set by the emperor himself. There are no monarchs and ministers here, only superiors and subordinates. Long live the Lord asked the military scholars to call him the general.

This scene suddenly reminded Shen Lie of Lord Yongle, Yingzong, and Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty...

Okay.

It really comes from family background. None of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty wanted to be a general. Except for Lord Yongle who did not look like an emperor, there was also Emperor Wuzong who made himself a general.

perhaps.

This is the military gene engraved in our bones.

"Everyone is here."

Long Live Lord then waved his hand and said: "Shen Lie... send the note down."

Shen Lie hurriedly responded, performed a military salute according to the rules of the martial arts hall, asked someone to close the door, and handed out the printed notes.

A moment.

The eyes of the martial arts scholars who learned about the factory security plan were widened, and the atmosphere in the martial arts lecture hall became heated.

"Why?"

Feng Bao was shocked when he got the note.

His complexion changed slightly.

Looking at these excited and murderous young people, the mature and steady Feng Bao's face turned pale, and his old heart was beating wildly.

"His Majesty."

Feng Bao persuaded carefully: "This matter is not a trivial matter. We should consider it in the long term."

He is the chief internal officer.

A veteran of three dynasties.
Chapter completed!