Zhou Zheng died suddenly of a myocardial infarction on the day he retired, and when he opened his eyes, he became an eleven-year-old Zhao Dezhao.
He touched the plain robe of the Guizhou Defense Envoy and sneered: He spent thirty years in officialdom in his last life, and now he has to start over as a prince all over again?
In the courtyard, the imperial guards practiced Taizu's Changquan until it was weak and weak.
He pushed open the window lattice violently: "How can you follow my father to conquer the world with these fists and kicks!"
Second uncle Zhao Guangyi heard the sound and came over, pretending to be concerned: "Don't bother yourself when Dezhao is ill."
He lowered his eyes to hide the cold light: "My nephew dreamed of stars falling on Youyan, and he felt something in his heart."
The next day at the school field, he dismantled the military formation in public and used modern tactics to reshape the bones of the Imperial Army.
Veteran general Shi Shouxin exclaimed: "Where did your Highness learn such killing techniques?"
Zhou Zheng looked north, his fingertips passing through the sixteen states of Yanyun on the map.
"Because, this time I want to take charge of the world with justifiable authority!"
