Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Yun Qianyou's restaurant and clinic were busy being renovated. Life was peaceful and comfortable, and no one was bothering anyone for the time being.

Inside Prince Sheng’s mansion, Gu Feng reported on the findings of his investigation.

“Your Highness, when the palace was established, the palace sent 23 maids and servants, and now we have investigated their backgrounds.

Among them, there are five spies for the Queen and the Crown Prince, five spies for Concubine Song and Prince Ning, two spies for the Xibo Marquis's Mansion, and three more who should be the Emperor's spies. As for the remaining eight, I don't know if they are hiding too deep or have a clean background, so no clues have been found yet."

Cangyu frowned and looked at the list silently.

In his previous life, he had not made detailed arrangements for this issue, which led to the fact that the soup he accidentally drank was poisoned by Ning Wang Cangmin's men. Calculating the time, it was about two months later.

It was two months later that he in his previous life met the masked Yun Qianyou.

After she saved him, her white dress and her eyes as bright as stars took up residence in his heart. He fell deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate himself, and searched for her for six years.

In this life, there is still time for everything.

Not only did they get to know each other, but they also had a nice conversation under the moon that night.

The corners of Cangyu's mouth unconsciously curved up, revealing his deepest tenderness.

He had been so busy that he hadn't seen her for several days, and he felt that he missed her more and more.

Gu Feng, who was reporting the situation, touched the back of his head helplessly. Looking at the prince who was smiling with his head down, he was too stunned to speak any more.

"This person is also King Ning's man."

Cangyu pointed out that the person who poisoned him in his previous life was a servant who looked honest and dull.

"Please punish me, my master. I still haven't investigated everything clearly."

Gu Feng quickly knelt down and apologized.

"It's not all your fault. That boy disguised himself so well that it was hard for you to notice a person who looked like air."

Cangyu asked Gu Feng to stand up and then asked.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"The second group of people coming from the northwest, a total of 150 people, have already been dispersed to Kyoto. 100 people will be dispersed to the capital's protection camp as planned, 30 people will be placed in our various industries, and I plan to follow Miss Yun's method to recruit 20 people through Shengwang Mansion and enter Shengwang Mansion. I will arrange a competition with these people in the mansion, keep our people, and replace the original people."

"Okay, Your Majesty, Crown Prince, Prince Ning, and Xibohou's spies, pick one each to stay, including that servant, and keep a close eye on them. We may need them to pass on news later, and this will allow them to have a chance to stay as spies. Otherwise, they will try to get someone into the mansion later, and we will have to waste our energy to investigate."

"Yes!" Gu Feng took the order and went to arrange it.

Cangyu walked to the bookshelf, took out the records of important events in his past life that he had written down in recent days, and looked through them. Some people and things had deviated from the direction of his current life.

He had to make arrangements faster. Right now, his and her identities and strengths were not enough to compete with the powerful, and he could not always protect her.

Three days later, Deputy General Li Hu returned to Beijing to report.

There were indeed troops hidden in a valley deep in Xiaoxi Mountain.

There are currently about 5,000 people, and people are training every day. Their combat effectiveness is not very strong yet, and their weapons and horses are not in place yet. It seems that they have been formed not long ago. Although they have reached an initial scale, their strength is not enough to pose a threat.

Cangyu understood.

Early in the morning on a sunny day, five fine horses galloped on the official road outside Kyoto.

The Gyeonggi Protection Camp was stationed on an open plain ten miles outside of Kyoto, divided into five camps in the east, west, south, north and center.

The five battalions were under the jurisdiction of different people, openly or secretly. They were naturally divided by rules and divided into different areas. On weekdays, no one provoked anyone and each arranged their own training tasks.

Cangyu led his deputy generals Li Hu, Zheng Zhiyong, Wei Kejian and Han Zheng into the camp without any obstruction, as if they were in an empty place, and his brows furrowed even more.

It was already dawn. At the Northwest Military Camp, the training ground was already filled with shouts, but here it was unusually quiet.

There were a sparse crowd of people, some were washing, some were looking at the sky boredly. There was only wisps of smoke in the camp, which should be several large kitchens preparing breakfast.

"Notify the commander of the fifth battalion and gather all the soldiers in the battalion to meet me in front of the arena!"

After Cangyu entered the central military camp, he gave orders to several guards who were slumped in their chairs.

There was a chaos in the camp. After several guards fell to the ground and paid their respects to His Royal Highness Prince Sheng, they hurriedly took orders and ran out.

A quarter of an hour later, Cangyu led four lieutenants and stood on the high arena, looking at the chaotic and disorderly soldiers running over from all directions.

Half an hour later.

Finally, the commanders of the five camps in the east, west, south, north and center came on stage one after another to report the number of soldiers lined up in their own camps.

Cangyu's face, which was so dark that ink could drip out of it, looked even more stern and murderous.

He took a big step forward, stood at the front, mobilized his inner strength, and his voice echoed throughout the venue.

"This is the Dongqi Kingdom's Capital Protection Camp, the last line of defense for Kyoto. Kyoto is not only home to the Imperial Palace, a symbol of a country's political power, but also houses the parents, wives, children, and lives of all of you. Is this how you protect them?"

"Getting up early every morning to train, stand guard, and do duty should have been part of the soldiers' blood. The military uniforms you wear represent a responsibility and a noble sense of mission. Look at yourselves now. Do you still have any sense of honor? You look like a bunch of deserters."

Tens of thousands of people stood in a black mass. After a few bursts of commotion, the formation and appearance of the army became slightly more regular.

Cangyu thought of his previous life, when Yun Qianyou led the Nanqi army and rode to the outskirts of Kyoto as if they were in an empty space.

It can be seen that the current situation of the Gyeonggi Protection Camp has a lot to do with the country's destruction and the family's ruin six years later in the previous life. He became more determined to centralize and reorganize.

"All officers and men obey orders!"

Cangyu's voice spread throughout the military camp.

"From today on, the Capital Protection Camp will be reorganized into the first, second, third, fourth and fifth camps. Each of the five camps will lead 20,000 soldiers. Each camp will have several thousand and hundred headmen. Two thousand soldiers will be selected from each of the five camps to form a combat readiness camp, which will be responsible for rebuilding the camp's defenses, as well as managing all weapons and war horses, and providing logistical support for the protection camp. The other four camps will conduct military training every day according to regulations, and take turns to be responsible for daily security patrols in the capital."

"All the current centurion heads, thousand-household heads, and generals will be dismissed immediately. After that, all of them will be elected through elections according to public conditions, including my current position as the general general of the Gyeonggi Defense Battalion. In addition, from now on, we will hold strategic and tactical application and martial arts competitions every year to re-select and select the most capable ones."

"Did everyone hear that clearly?"

There was a sudden buzz of discussion in the venue and a great commotion among the crowd.

"Your Majesty, we are now all appointed as governors by the Emperor. What should we do if we fail in the election?"

The former commanders of the East, West, South, North and Center camps stood on the stage, looking a little dazed. They each had a master behind them. If they failed in the election, wouldn't the military power be handed over to others?