Hong Xi and Zhu Zhanji’s eyes narrowed slightly and suddenly lit up

He thought of a good way to easily quell the rebellion.

Half an hour later.

On the outskirts of the capital, there is a wilderness, which is most suitable for head-on confrontation between large corps.

Zhu Gaoxu led his troops in formation and had been staring in the direction of Desheng Gate half an hour ago. When he saw Desheng Gate opening again, a large number of soldiers from the Beijing camp appeared.

He knew that he had been tricked by Zhang Fu.

"Damn it!"

Angrily, he punched the horse on the head.

He had practiced hard for half a year and spent two thousand cylinders. His Dacheng Iron Cylinder Boxing, which could shatter a cylinder with one punch, knocked the horse unconscious and it took him a long time to recover.
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"Pass this king's order, the whole army rushes to Deshengmen!"

"The first person to get started will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and will be given the title of hereditary marquis!"

The words fell.

Zhu Gaoxu drew his saber and reined in his horse: I! King Han! will be the first to charge!

It was also at this moment that the Beijing troops in front of Desheng Gate formed their formation and also began to charge.

In the wilderness, the two armies were closing in at an extremely fast speed.

"Kill! Kill! Kill...!"

While riding the horse, shouting at the same time.

Zhu Gaoxu was extremely energetic, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

While riding his horse, his eyes were fixed on the direction of Desheng Gate, because he knew that as long as his army breaks through this gate today, he will take back everything that belongs to him.

‘My son is often sick, so you should encourage him.’

He will never forget these words from that year.

‘Dad, I will use my actions to prove that you chose the wrong boss, and I am your best choice!’

"Your Highness, slow down! Your Highness...!"

Behind Zhu Gaoxu, his troops were beating the colts with their whips, but their horse power was obviously not on the same level as Zhu Gaoxu's horses, and they could never keep up.

When the distance between the two armies was only a few dozen meters, Zhu Gaoxu saw Zhu Zhanji, who was also on the charge, clenching the saber in his hand with a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Eldest nephew, my second uncle will send you to see the late emperor today!"

A loud roar.

However, at this moment.

From Zhu Zhanji's side, another faster horse rushed out quickly. The grass mask on his face was suddenly thrown away by the wind. It was a face that was exactly the same as that of Hong Xi Zhu Gaoxu.

After all, Yongle Zhu Gaoxu and Hongxi Zhu Gaoxu are only three or four years apart. The man has forty-one flowers. After a few years, his appearance has basically not changed.

Hong Xi and Zhu Gaoxu were so shocked that they almost fell off their horses: WTF???

When the Han army following Hong Xi and Zhu Gaoxu were charging forward, when they saw a Han Dynasty coming to kill them, their morale was instantly in chaos: What are you doing? You are too humble!!

People are shocked, but the horseshoes are more than enough.

In a few breaths, the two horses of Hongxi Zhu Gaoxu and Yongle Zhu Gaoxu were already approaching each other.

On the battlefield, there is no room for overthinking.

When Hong Xi and Zhu Gaoxu saw the person opposite him holding a knife and slashing at him, he gritted his teeth and bravely raised his knife to chop.

In an instant, the two Zhu Gaoxu slashed at each other with their sabers, killing each other with their sabers. They went crazy and even stabbed themselves.

After the Baozong, there was another serious fratricide.

Moreover, while cutting, he cursed at the same time.

He was holding fire in his heart. Yongle Zhu Gaoxu understood that after being screwed like this, he would not even have a chance to rebel in the future.

And Hong Xi and Zhu Gaoxu knew one thing clearly, that is, because of the appearance of this guy on the opposite side, the morale of his own army was in chaos, and there was no possibility of winning this battle.

In short, their dreams were shattered.

The glass heart is broken.

"You little bastard, I'll chop you to death, you piece of shit!"

"You son of a bitch, give me a knife!"

“#￥%……%!”

"…………"

It's obvious that I'm on top.

Where the two fight in the circle, there is no one in a ten-foot radius, and even dogs dare not approach.

After all, you can’t attack even if you get close, so who can you kill?

These two people look the same!

Above the Deshengmen Gate Tower.

Ji Boying and Lao Zhu Di looked side by side at the one-sided battle situation in front of them.

In fact, the moment Yongle Zhu Gaoxu showed his face, the Han Dynasty's army was already in chaos. In addition, these people were rebels. If the army's morale was in chaos, they would definitely lose.

"You deal with the aftermath here, I have other things to do."

Ji Boying spoke calmly.

"Okay."

Old Zhu Di nodded.

After taking so many lessons, he actually learned from Emperor Xuande the true ending of Zhu Gaoxu, who was covered and cooked in a vat.

When he first learned this fact, he almost beat up Emperor Xuande out of anger.

But after calming down and thinking about it, I realized that this problem actually happened to Zhu Gaoxu himself.

This kid is under house arrest just fine, why should he trip over him?!

From the perspective of Old Zhu Di, his only hope is to ensure that his sons can live in peace for the rest of their lives, and that's fine.

Looking towards the center of the battle circle, in the ten-foot-wide open space, the two Zhu Gaoxu had already jumped from the horse to the bottom of the horse, their knives flew away, and they began to punch to the flesh.

It's just that the two of them have about the same fighting power, so there's no way to tell the winner.

"Master Immortal, please be busy, I am here."

"Yeah."

Ji Boying nodded, and his figure immediately disappeared from the tower.

……………………………

Hongwu time and space, Yingtian Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace Nuange.

Lao Zhu was wearing a red and gold cloak and was sitting in front of the royal desk, holding a lamp and frowning. On the rice paper on the desk was written the four words "Wang Tian Zhanbi". He was obviously reviewing the newly learned classroom knowledge yesterday. .

"Chongba, I haven't slept yet."

"Here, have a bowl of the lotus seed soup I just cooked for you."

Empress Ma stepped into the Nuan Pavilion carrying a bowl of lotus seed soup and walked up with a smile.

"Hey, the girl is here."

Lao Zhu quickly stood up, took the lotus seed soup from Queen Ma's hand, and helped Queen Ma to sit down at the royal table.

"We can understand every word of what my brother said in class yesterday, but when we put them together, we always feel confused and can't figure it out clearly."

Empress Ma also looked at the four characters on the rice paper.

"I am not a woman who understands the political affairs of the imperial court, but Biao'er and Song Lian are in the cabinet. You just leave it to them. There is no need to worry so much. Song Lian is still reliable."

"Alas."

Lao Zhu sighed.

"Reliability belongs to reliability, ability belongs to ability."

"That old man Song Lian is still a bit pedantic. Some of my brother's new policies are beyond the understanding of this old man."

Queen Ma frowned.

"What, Chongba, do you want to change the chief minister of the cabinet?"

"Yeah."

"Sister, we are also worried about this matter. We have searched all over the court, but we can't find a suitable candidate."
To be continued...