Nanming Engineer

Chapter 492 I want to go to Nanjing

Zhaoqing City is very lively at night. The curfew has been enforced for a period of time. As the situation gradually improved, it was gradually banned. The yamen soldiers of the Wucheng Military and Horse Division were also happy to take a break, holding guns and knives as they pleased. Wandering on the street, smiling at the young girls and young wives strolling around in the night market, the main bustling streets were brightly lit as in the daytime, crowded with people, restaurants and singing shops were full of passers-by, drinking glasses and teasing each other. Drinking and having fun is like a scene in a peaceful and prosperous era, which makes people think that this is Nanjing, but the Qinhuai River is missing.

It was peaceful, the Tartar knife that had been hanging above the head had finally disappeared, the Qing army could not threaten this place again, and the heavy boulder hanging in people's hearts also quietly disappeared, and the joyful night and night laughter rippling over the city.

However, deep inside the palace and surrounded by forbidden areas, Emperor Yongli Zhu Youlang did not see it that way. Zhaoqing is Zhaoqing and Nanjing is Nanjing. These are two different things.

Different.

He said to Zheng Chenggong, the king of Yanping County, "It's different. North Zhili and South Zhili are different. Nanjing is the land where Taizu Longxing was born. The Zijin Mountain is full of dragons and tigers, and the Qinhuai River is very good. Yes, Chengzu went to the north at the beginning, but because the Beiyuan was still there, and the emperor guarded the gate of the country."

Emperor Yongli patted the armrest of the dragon chair, feeling dispirited: "But now the north has been ruined miserably by the Tartars. There is a lot of waste waiting to be built, the fields are barren, and the taxes are nothing. If I go there, I am afraid that I will not even be able to eat. How can I compare it?" Is it the rich land in the south of the Yangtze River? Therefore, as the two capitals of the north and the south, I think Nanjing is more suitable."

The hall was empty and there was no one else. The Emperor Yongli and the king of Yanping County sat on the chairs. On the table in front of them were some rice cakes and other snacks. The hustle and bustle of the city in the distance came in faintly, and some people were setting off fireworks. , after all, it's New Year's Eve, so it's time for the occasion.

Emperor Yongli took a sip of the hot tea on the stove and looked at Zheng Chenggong with a smile: "What do you think of the king?"

Zheng Chenggong sat under the lamplight, and the flickering candlelight made his somewhat dark Chinese-character face reddened. A surging sense of power.

Entering the palace late at night, talking at night while holding candles, Zheng Chenggong was a little surprised. After all, as a foreign minister, it was difficult to receive such a courteous treatment like a trusted confidant. The emperor did this, which made him flattered. He hadn't received such treatment in Fujian for a long time.

Zheng Chenggong was a little hesitant about Emperor Yongli's question. After all, this matter was asked suddenly, he was unprepared, and it was difficult to answer in a hurry. Just do it."

Yongli seemed very satisfied with this answer, he smiled a little harder, and greeted: "Okay, I know you are loyal, come, taste the freshly cooked glutinous rice balls in the palace, I am really a little bit excited to call you here on New Year's Eve I'm sorry, so, when the next thing is over, I will give you something to take back home."

Zheng Chenggong hurriedly thanked him, picked up a bowl and took a sip of a glutinous rice ball. The glutinous rice balls in Guangdong are slightly different from those in Fujian, with shrimp and seaweed added, which has a special flavor.

Putting down the bowl, Yongli smiled and said again: "But this matter is a bit difficult, you know, Liang Guogong is in Datong, he cleaned up Beijing and wanted me to go there. The capital of the country, where my ancestors’ temples are, and where the first emperor died for his country, is a matter of course. However, as I said just now, Beijing is indeed not a good place to set up a capital here. It is too close to Shanhaiguan, so it is not safe. .”

Zheng Chenggong nodded, and said: "I understand that the emperor only needs to issue a decree to Liang Guogong to explain this truth, and the Liang Guo Guild must understand."

Emperor Yongli continued: "That's right, Duke Liang is a smart and loyal man. Although he is young, he is very capable. I like him very much. I think he is a hero of the younger generation just like you."

Zheng Chenggong groaned in his heart, and lifted it up. He quickly swallowed the glutinous rice balls he was swallowing, stood up and cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for your praise, I am ashamed of you! I am not as good as Duke Liang. The Duke fought bloody battles in the north, and made great contributions to the great Ming Dynasty, but the humble minister has only done some minor things in Fujian, how dare he be compared with the Duke, dare not, dare not!"

This reaction made Emperor Yongli slightly stunned, but he was very deep in the city, so he immediately covered it up with a smile, waved his hand and pressed: "Sit down and talk, sit down and talk."

When Zheng Chenggong sat down, Yongli smiled and said: "It is said that there are two generals in the north and south in the Ming Dynasty, the Duke of Liang in the north, and the king of Yanping County in the south. They are brave and wise, and they are all the generals of the Zhongxing of the Ming Dynasty. From today's point of view, there is little to say. In other words, if you succeed, you are still a humble gentleman who is not surprised by honor or disgrace."

Zheng Chenggong wanted to be humble, but Yongli stopped him with a gesture and said flatly: "There is no need to refuse. I say this both as a compliment and as an encouragement. If you are successful, you must continue to work hard in the future and perform well for our Ming Dynasty clan."

Zheng Chenggong hurriedly said: "This is the job of a humble minister!"

Emperor Yongli nodded, with a worried look on his face, his mind was heavy, he frowned, stopped talking, and sighed, as if he was waiting for something.

Zheng Chenggong said in his heart: Here we come, here comes the topic.He didn't want to talk and concentrate on eating, but found that Yongli was looking at him with his eyes, his scalp stiffened, and he had to ask like a prankster: "Your Majesty, I don't know why you are sighing?"

Emperor Yongli sighed again at the right time, and said in a helpless tone: "I'm sighing, my great Ming royal ancestors have been heroes for generations, and they have achieved success in governing the world and opening up borders and lands. In my generation, they almost lost their ancestral fortunes." Now, wouldn’t it be shameless to see the ancestors and ancestors in the Taimiao!”

Zheng Chenggong persuaded: "Your Majesty, the rise and fall of the world is not the fault of one person. Now that His Majesty can revive the rivers and mountains, it is already an extremely rare and great achievement, comparable to the achievements of Guangwu in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Your Majesty is just underestimating himself."

"It would be great if everyone in the world was like you and put themselves in my place." Yongli looked at him with satisfaction, as if he was looking at his nephew who could entrust the family business: "But the Zhu family is unfortunate. , There have been many people pretending to be orthodox of my Zhu family, ascending to the throne in various places and rebelling, it is ridiculous that they have forgotten their ancestors, shameless, and even gave up the life of their parents for the sake of glory and wealth, it is ridiculous and deplorable."

Zheng Chenggong understood now, his heart was as bright as a window opened, he knew what Emperor Yongli was talking about.

Sure enough, Emperor Yongli slapped the table hard, and said angrily: "I hate the king of Lu! When Emperor Longwu himself called himself the supervisor of the country, he segregated the eastern part of Zhejiang. He didn't pay attention to the orthodoxy of the court and killed my envoy." Ministers, falsely conferring officials in various places, their words and deeds can be called rebellious!"

"After the martyrdom of Emperor Longwu, I inherited the great rule. This beast intensified and became more and more rampant. Relying on Zhang Mingzhen, an arrogant minister, he actually sent someone to ask me to abdicate to the virtuous. How hateful! Of course, the whole country's civil and military will not release this clown. In my eyes, it’s just that he’s talking in his sleep, but it’s not okay to leave him alone.”

"Right now, Chen Jin, the puppet governor of the Tartars in Zhejiang, and Zu Tianci and Ma Quan, the descendants of Liang Guogong who are guarding Nanjing, are discussing the matter of surrender. This matter is certain, and the whole south is basically settled. You are in Fujian, and Kuizhou is in Zhejiang. And Nanzhili, as long as you support anyone, who will be the Ninth Five-Year Supreme in Nanjing."

Zheng Chenggong's eyelids twitched violently. What he said was so heartbreaking that he stood up in a hurry, knelt on the ground and kowtowed anxiously: "Your Majesty, since Emperor Meng Longwu bestowed the country's surname, I have sworn to be loyal to Daming, loyal to Your Majesty, my minister." Regardless of King Lu or whoever it is, I only have His Majesty in my heart!"

His back was dripping with sweat, he knew that there seemed to be only the monarch and his ministers in this palace, but he didn't know how many knives and axes were spying in the dark, just waiting for Yongli to move his fingers, they could chop him into several pieces.

In his panic, he felt a pair of hands holding his shoulders and pulling him up. When he looked up, he saw the kind face of Emperor Yongli right in front of him.

"You are my clan, and you are a general with the surname of the country. Of course I can trust you." Yongli said: "I want you to raise troops immediately, and together with Duke Hui, we will crusade against Lu Ni and get rid of this curse for our Ming Dynasty!"

Zheng Chenggong's hairs were all standing on end. He deeply understood what this meant. After turning his mind, he asked a question: "The military strength of Weichen and Duke Hui is between Zhongbo and King Lu. Can your majesty let us go?" Liang Guogong's men and horses also sent troops from Nanzhili, so everything will be safe!"

"Nanzhili? Duke Liang?" Yongli shook his head with a gloomy face: "No need, you two can finish this matter."

(End of this chapter)