"Brother Qi, can you change to other wine? I'm really..." Looking at a large bowl of soju that was as clear as water in front of him, Wang Bing couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. If he drank one bowl, he would be numb on the spot.

Got it!

"Strong liquor brings out the true qualities of a man. Do it first as a courtesy to your brother! Come on, do it!" After saying that, Qi Panzong took the lead in picking up the wine bowl and started drinking.

Seeing that Qi Panzong and several others had already picked up the wine bowl, Wang Bing could only reluctantly pick up the wine bowl in front of him.

"Hi~ha!"

After taking a sip of soju, Wang Bing felt as if he had swallowed a ball of fire, burning his heart and stomach.

"Forget it, Brother Qi, don't make it difficult for the third child because he doesn't know how to drink. Second child, bring the good grape wine from the altar!" Seeing Wang Bing's face turn as red as blood in an instant, he had been shouting.

Li Chengming, who was waiting in Quanjuli, greeted the waiter outside the box.

"Thank you so much, Brother Li!" Wang Bing, who finally felt better after taking a sip of the sweet and sour grape stuff, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

"Third brother, it's rare that you still remember brothers. I won't say thank you very much, it's all in this wine!" After saying that, Qi Panzong raised his neck and drank another bowl of soju.

"Brother Qi, the success or failure of this matter is still between two points. After all, His Majesty has not yet taken charge of the government. Whether it can succeed or not depends on the decision of the chief minister." Looking at Qi Panzong's red face, Wang Bing gave him

Got vaccinated.

"Regardless of whether this matter is successful or not, brothers, I agree with you, Third Brother! If it weren't for your suggestion, Third Brother, how would His Majesty have such an idea!" With his face flushed, whether from excitement or soju, Qi Panzong said

He thanked Wang Bing with an excited expression.

"Third brother, if it were placed in the past, this matter might really be impossible. But according to the information that brother has received, the Chief Assistant seems to pay more attention to His Majesty's opinions during this period than before, so I think this matter

Eighty percent of it will work." Before Wang Bing could say anything, Li Chengming, a playboy who had just joined the Langyan Martial Arts Society, said with certainty.

"Haha, no matter whether it is successful or not, Brother Qi just needs to complete the martial arts training first. Don't let the chief assistant pass it by then, and we will make mistakes ourselves!"

It turned out that in the palace, Wang Bing first made the little fat man scream with excitement through the huge picture cake of "The guests of all nations are in uniform, and all the nations are coming to court", and then he drank a basin of cold water with a "swish", and then with the help of the little

Frustrated, Fatty proposed to use the Langyan Martial Arts Club as a team, and in the name of "Forbidden Martial Arts" to form a small imperial army that only the emperor could mobilize.

Then based on this small team, when the time is right, we will expand it, and then rectify other armies, so that the Ming army can return to the fierceness and bravery of the Hongwu and Yongle periods.

Regarding Wang Bing's suggestion, the little fat man, who had just been so excited by the restoration of his ancestor's prosperity, was naturally very tempted.

Because for him, this move would not only serve as a basis for rectifying the Ming army in the future, but more importantly, it would allow him to obtain military power in advance before taking office. Even if it was just symbolic, at least it would give him some psychological comfort, wouldn't it?

After all, for an emperor, military power is the most important guarantee of imperial power. Only by truly mastering military power can he, the emperor, be able to feel at ease and sleep soundly.

Therefore, after receiving the news about the corn yield that Yang Rong brought back from the Shanglin Garden Farming Department not long ago, the little fat man no longer waited for news about potatoes and directly made a decision on Wang Bing's proposal.

It's just that the little fat man is not in charge of the government at the moment, so even if he is confirmed as emperor, he still has to obtain the approval of the cabinet, or to be precise, the approval of the chief minister Zhang Juzheng.

Therefore, the little fat man had no choice but to suppress the heat in his heart and let Wang Bing notify Qi Panzong and others to prepare, while he himself was ready to find a suitable time to discuss the matter with Zhang Juzheng.

There is no way. Since ancient times, civil servants have been extremely wary of emperors who are keen on martial arts, let alone the Ming Dynasty where the civil servant group has the absolute upper hand. As long as the emperor shows any signs of being keen on martial arts

, maybe the label "Although the country is big, if it is warlike, it will perish" will be slapped on you.

In the thinking of these civil servants, it seemed that as long as China was established, the foreign barbarians would be able to tame them obediently. They did not remember at all or selectively forgot the second half of the sentence, "Although the world is safe, if you forget to fight, you will be in danger."

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"Lao San, don't worry about this. According to your idea, our martial arts club now takes turns directing the drills every day, and we practice according to our own styles. We are no longer limited to the previous mandarin duck formation!"

In response to Wang Bing's instructions, Qi Panzong assured with a confident look on his face.

"Third brother, um, what is Brother Wei's control over the military formation? Can you help Brother Wei think of a way?"

Seeing that the Langyan Martial Arts Society was about to become the closest force in the emperor's hands, Li Chengming, a 'dandy' who didn't know anything, was a little anxious.

"Brother Li, after all, he is a great uncle, the nephew of the Queen Mother, and there is a title in the family waiting to be inherited. Do you still care about this?" Looking at Li Chengming who looked anxious, Wang Bing was a little confused.

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"The third child, he is worried that he will not inherit the title in the future...!" Before Li Chengming could speak, Qi Panzong couldn't help laughing.

It turns out that unlike Wang Bing's impression that the titles of relatives were hereditary, from before Jiajing to the Renzong period, the titles of relatives could indeed be hereditary. However, eight years after Jiajing, all the titles of relatives were limited to themselves and were no longer hereditary.

In other words, under normal circumstances, if Li Chengming's uncle Wu Qing died, it would be impossible for him or his father to inherit the title of uncle Wu Qing.

"Brother Qi, although I used to be a bit of a dandy, as a noble man, who doesn't want to make contributions and be granted a title of lordship? It's just that I didn't have this opportunity before. Now that the opportunity is in front of me, naturally I will

I want to give it a try!”

"Brother Li, although hard work is very important in training and fighting, it actually depends more on talent and interest. If your interest and talent are not here, no matter how hard you work, you will not achieve anything. So.

If Brother Li wants to make achievements, he doesn't necessarily have to rely on military service."

Although Wang Bing was not a fan of the saying that "three armies are easy to obtain, but one general is hard to find", he did agree with the saying that "one general is incompetent and the three armies will be exhausted". Therefore, after seeing that Li Chengming did not have any military talent, Wang Bing

But he couldn't help but have an idea pop up in his mind.

"Oh, I wonder what you are talking about, third brother?"
Chapter completed!