Sha Po Lang

In fact, Chang Geng didn't have many opportunities to wield swords and guns in his life.

After he succeeded to the throne, the whole world was served by guests and the country was safe. The generals planted large fields in the frontier fortress. The Northwest Camp also organized a melon planting competition to see which general had the biggest and sweetest melons in the small arms——He Ronghui He took the lead, and after that, he was given the nickname, "General Shengua". This person is very proud, and every time he returns to Beijing to report on his duties, he will give Gu Shuai a cart... It doesn't matter whether he likes to eat or not.

Under such circumstances, the emperor is of course even less likely to wear armor to go into battle, but he still gets up before dawn every day, beats the iron puppets of the Hou Mansion with his bare hands, and can sweat profusely for three or nine days, rain or shine .At the age of two gray temples, he could still handle the eagle armor and draw the heaviest iron bow.

Later generations inferred that this should be due to his life experience since childhood.

He grew up in Yanhui, even if he was brought back to the capital by Gu Yun when he was a teenager, he only stayed in the capital for less than a year. Before he had time to get used to the luxury and luxury of the imperial capital, he followed Master Qingran to wander around the world.

When he was young, he had to rely on his own dexterity so that he could suffer less from Xiuniang's abuse.

When he was a child, he had to hold the knife tightly in order to survive among the wolves until someone came to rescue him.

When the young man was away from home, he met local hooligans, bandits, and all kinds of eccentric people from all walks of life. There were too many cases where he would fight at the slightest disagreement. It would be impossible to count on his companions. If he wanted to fight or run, he would have to fight on your own.

When he finally grew up and returned to the capital to become the king, the capital was almost blown to pieces by foreigners.

He spent the first half of his life in turmoil and turmoil, so he never had time to learn how to be a high-ranking nobleman and give his wealth and life to the guards and imperial guards.He is like a lone wolf, pampered and pampered, and he does not dare to forget to sharpen his minions. He always feels that one more bargaining chip in his hand is one more chip, and he must always remind himself that power is like floating clouds, and he should not be too obsessed with relying on it.

After all, he had used all his strength and added a bit of luck to protect what he wanted to protect, so how dare he relax?