May's sunshine is warm and beautiful, with the melodious singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers that intoxicate people.

"Whew! Whew!"

Zhu Yunxi sighed wearily in the garden, exhaling two breaths.

This body is really useless, with thin arms and legs as if they haven't developed at all, without any strength.

After doing a set of Popi core strength exercises in the morning, every muscle in the body aches.

This won't do. When heaven bestows great responsibilities upon someone, they must first strengthen their bones and muscles.

A man without a bit of masculine spirit is like a sissy, isn't it?

Even those young idols in the future who can't tell the difference between men and women will secretly go to the gym.

Moreover, in the future, if he really ascends to that position, as the second-generation monarch of Ming, he must personally lead the troops, and a robust physique is essential for the most challenging tasks.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi endured the soreness of his muscles and started practicing military exercises in the courtyard.

It's been a few days since the funeral, and even though he's still wearing light-colored clothes, life has returned to normal.

The future begins with strengthening the body.

"Is Third Brother practicing martial arts?"

In the room behind Zhu Yunxi, the two younger sisters, Ninger and Xiuer, leaned against the window, watching Zhu Yunxi exercising with vigor, and said to the eunuch Wang Bachi standing at the door.

Wang Bachi turned around and smiled, "This servant can't tell, but it seems that His Highness is practicing impressively."

Since returning from Dongling, Zhu Yunxi brought his two half-sisters, born of the same father but different mothers, to the East Palace to take care of them.

These two girls, like him, are motherless children.

As for the two younger brothers, they have their own mother and older brother, so he doesn't need to bother.

"Third Brother is impressive!"

The youngest Xiuer waved her hand at the window, and Zhu Yunxi smiled after finishing his exercises.

Then the attending eunuch approached and helped Zhu Yunxi change his clothes.

Today is the day to go to the university.

The mischievous young Zhu Yunxi in his memory used to have a headache when it came to studying. He always thought of ways to skip classes. But now, Zhu Yunxi knows that studying is an opportunity to showcase himself and prove his abilities.

In the mirror is the typical attire of Ming.

The clothing of the Fourth Claw Golden Dragon Prince, with a black gauze hat on his head, white collar and cuffs, a pure white jade belt around his waist, and thick-soled morning boots on his feet.

Because it's within the mourning period, he can't hang ornaments like jade pendants and purses on his waist.

Looking at his face in the mirror, Zhu Yunxi smiled satisfactorily, quite a handsome young man.

And this outfit is much better than the zombie-like figure-eight braid.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yunxi smiled again at himself in the mirror.

"Since I have come to this world and obtained this status, I have the responsibility to lead this ancient country onto a completely different path!"

"No more hungry peasants rebelling, no more closed-door isolation. The cannons and strong ships cruising on the sea will definitely carry the sails of my Huaxia!"

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"No more unequal treaties. My country and my people will be congratulated from all directions. Our customs and etiquette will spread throughout the world!"

"Your Highness!" Looking at himself in the mirror wearing the prince's robe, Wang Bachi suddenly choked up and said, "If the Queen Mother were here..."

The Queen Mother he mentioned is definitely not Lv Shi. It is the first wife of the late Prince Zhu Biao, the daughter of Chang Yuchun, Chang Shi.

Wang Bachi served by Zhu Yunxi's side since he was a baby.

Although he is a humble eunuch, he regards Zhu Yunxi and the queen as his reliance.

These days, Zhu Yunxi is no longer mischievous and unkind. He is full of joy in his heart.

Third Young Master, you have finally grown up!

Zhu Yunxi reached out and patted Wang Bachi's deliberately lowered shoulders.

"You're considerate!"

With these simple words, Wang Bachi's eyes were filled with tears again.

Then, Zhu Yunxi turned around and smiled at the two sisters on the window.

"Third Brother is going to school, you two stay well at home!"

After speaking, he left with the palace attendants.

Outside the door is a topless sedan chair.

Several strong eunuchs knelt there, and there were several guards beside them.

"Please, Your Highness, get on the sedan chair!" A guard with a knife bowed and said.

"I'm not that old, why use it?" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "Let's walk!"

"Yes!" The guard with a knife bowed and gestured for the eunuchs to step aside.

Zhu Yunxi walked briskly in front, followed by six guards in fish-patterned brocade robes, holding the hilts of their knives and following behind.

"Third Brother is so majestic!"

Behind the door, the two little maids had stars in their eyes.

Not only these two little maids, but on this early spring morning, many palace people in the palace were cleaning the palace courtyard.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi, dressed in a prince's attire, walking with a straight posture and powerful steps, their eyes were full of admiration.

When the princes and princesses of the palace go out, they usually ride in sedan chairs.

Although it looks luxurious, it lacks the majesty of the family.

Now, the Prince Wu, without eunuchs by his side, is accompanied by several tall guards with knives, and he comes with an imposing manner that is hard to describe.

The Forbidden City in Ying Tianfu is the original version of the later Forbidden City in Beijing.

Tall palace walls, red walls and golden tiles, magnificent. It's early spring in May, and the air is filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers.

Zhu Yunxi walked ahead, the six guards followed behind, their footsteps strong and full of male vigor.

"Your Highness, this way!" The leading guard with a knife slightly bowed, leading Zhu Yunxi across the high doorstep, not far ahead is the university adjacent to the East Palace, the Imperial Ming Zhu Family University.

Seeing the familiar face of the guard with a knife, Zhu Yunxi smiled and asked, "You look familiar, but I can't remember for a moment!"

"I am Fu Rang!" The guard with a knife said respectfully.

"The son of Duke Ying, no wonder he looks magnificent and full of energy!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.

Compliments are always pleasant to hear, and Fu Rang's handsome face showed a smile.

Fu Rang, the third son of Duke Ying, is a personal soldier of Emperor Hongwu.

"Is the Duke's health okay these days? On the day of the funeral, I saw that he was not in good condition!" Zhu Yunxi asked as he walked.

"Thanks to Your Highness for caring, my father is well!"

"Don't say that. Those people of their generation followed the Emperor to fight in the north and south, rolled in the pile of dead bodies, and their

bodies are covered with old wounds. Now they are all getting older, and we can't be careless about their health."

Zhu Yunxi continued, "They don't care about their bodies, but as descendants, we should pay attention. There are some good tonics in the East Palace. Take the time to come and get some."

Duke Ying Fu Youde, also a member of the prestigious Huaixi, was a close friend of Zhu Yunxi's grandfather Chang Yuchun.

Fu Youde also served as the riding instructor for Zhu Biao, the son of Emperor Hongwu, before.

Fu Rang was grateful and said, "This minister thanks Your Highness on behalf of my father!"

"Don't say thanks. We are all our own people!"

Fu Rang was first taken aback, and then he understood the meaning in Zhu Yunxi's words.

A smile of gratitude appeared on Fu Rang's handsome face.

They arrived at the university, and the guards stopped at the door while Zhu Yunxi entered alone.

At that moment, he turned his head and looked back. Fu Rang was bowing and saluting at the door.

In Zhu Yunxi's heart, there was a trace of bitterness.

Now it is the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu. In two more years, in the twenty-seventh year of Hongwu, both Fu's father and son will die in the palace.

Emperor Hongwu is old and afraid that his young grandson won't be able to control the powerful generals under him, so he starts a massacre.

First, it was Zhu Yunxi's uncle Lao Ye Lanyu, then his uncles, and then one by one.

Those of their generation, who seemed to be troublesome for the future Jianwen Emperor, were all killed one by one.

"But now, I am here, and you don't have to die, any of you!"

"Moreover, in the future, I will take you to establish even greater achievements!"

Thinking about this, Zhu Yunxi walked towards the school.

Liu Sanwu, the Middle Book Scholar, was leading three Hanlin scholars in front of the school to welcome the arrival of the prince.

The name in memory jumped out.

Beside Liu Sanwu, the short but sharp-eyed one is Huang Zicheng.

There is also a long-bearded and square-faced Hanlin, Qi Tai.

The last one, wearing plain Confucian clothing and a stern face, who is he?

Zhu Yunxi remembered, this is the moment the emperor specially recalled to teach the young prince, Fang Xiaoru.

"Hehe!" Zhu Yunxi chuckled in his heart, "In the future, those who instigate Jianwen to cut the vassals will be complete!"

"However, I won't listen to your instigations!"