Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 311 Two Supervisors
Different from Azige's anger, Hong Chengchou patted his chest and was very grateful:
"Fortunately, I left early."

Leaving from Luoyang, Hong Chengchou did not take the Xuzhou line, but detoured from North Zhili to Hebei, and went south on a canal boat, which was much more secure.

"It's unbelievable that the little brat in the past has grown into such a shape!"

Stroking his long beard, Hong Chengchou had mixed feelings in his heart.

That place in Henan, where the bones are exposed and barren, is simply a dead place. He was able to recruit Xu Dingguo, which is already the biggest gain.

It's a pity that Gao Jie is too clever, otherwise the four towns in Jiangbei will be wiped out now, so why worry about Nanzhili's injustice?
"Prince Ying returned with a full load, and the mess in Nanzhili was handed over to me!"

Thinking of Gao Jie occupying Xuzhou, Shouxian and other places with 200,000 soldiers, he couldn't help but feel a headache.

I don't know how many people the Prince of England can leave for him?
In spring and March, the grass on both sides of the canal is verdant and the wheat seedlings are sparse. Few farmers are plowing in fear. Obviously, the harvest is poor.

However, for the Qing Dynasty, the biggest advantage is that the canals are no longer frozen, the water transportation is gradually restored, and hundreds of thousands of water gangs are gradually on duty.

At the end of February, last year's autumn grain from Yangzhou had already arrived in Shandong, and the price of grain in Beijing fell accordingly.

Hong Chengchou looked at the grain ships, the depth of the draft, and the talking and laughing soldiers on them, and couldn't help shaking his head:

"The army has gained a lot, and the looting has been too much. I'm afraid there will be complaints from Jiangnan!"

Especially the slaughter of Yangzhou City and Luzhou made Hong Chengchou feel dissatisfied. He only cared about the momentary pleasure and money, and he didn't know how much time it would take to make up for it later.

Carrying two thousand pacesetters, Hong Chengchou descended slowly and arrived at the bloody Yangzhou City.

Although the fleeing people, the salt merchants, returned immediately, the huge city of Yangzhou only had a few tens of thousands of people, and it couldn't be filled at all, and it seemed empty.

The flag was flying, and although Hong Chengchou was sitting in the sedan chair, he could still feel the resentment from the hearts of the people.

However, he didn't care.

As long as the gentry is appeased, these grassroots people have no room to resist.

And the Prince of England's battles along the way, the vacated official position, is the best appeasement.

……

Xuzhou city.

After the success of revenge, Gao Jie no longer wanted to go south, so he curled up in Xuzhou City, built high walls, stockpiled more grain, and sent out his eyes and ears to inquire about the Quartet.

The city of Luzhou was destroyed, Huang Degong died, and the news of Hongguang's capture came. He closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

This is not his mourning, but the death of a rabbit and a fox.

He was the only one left in the four towns of Jiangbei, and Man Qing almost surrounded him, which made him sleepless all night, and his temper became more and more violent.

Until, when he heard the news that King Yu was overseeing the country in Luoyang, he was instantly overjoyed.

A shrewdness flashed in Xing's eyes: "You want to rely on King Yu?"

"That's right!" Gao Jie nodded and relaxed a lot: "Henan is occupied by King Yu, and so is Anqing Mansion. We still have a way out, so we won't be outflanked by Man Qing."

"Furthermore, King Yu and I have been under Dushi Sun's command for half a year, and our relationship is not bad, at least better than Ma Shiying."

As he said that, he had already started to imagine how he would live a nourishing life in the future.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Xing poured cold water on her: "King Yu supervises the country, you are not as good as a dragon, and you are not as good as Emperor Hongguang!"

"How much do you know!" Gao Jie waved his hand and said, "The huge Nanjing court treats me as a thief, how can I be happy these days?"

"Furthermore, although Nanjing has been destroyed, as long as King Yu is still alive and can carry the banner of Ming Dynasty, he will be the first direction of Manchu Qing, and I can live a peaceful life for a few days."

Speaking of which, he touched the woman's slender waist, wiped the oil up and down, his fair and handsome face was full of complacency:

"In the end, even if we surrender, we can still shop around, and the Qing Dynasty will have to raise the price, right?"

Feeling the mud under her body and hearing the man's smug smile, Xing's whole body went limp, and she collapsed into the man's arms: "I want to torture him when I die!"

"Hahaha!" Once Gao Jie's mind was resolved, his body was full of vitality instantly, feeling the warmth of the woman, he couldn't wait to take off his clothes, and went straight to the bed.

……

Similarly, the news of Luzhou City's destruction came to Hangzhou City after half a month.

Compared with southern Zhili, Zhejiang suffered few military disasters, and it can be said that it escaped for a while.

In the city of Hangzhou, there is Lu Wang Zhu Changhao who was excluded.

Ma Shiying escorted Queen Mother Zou and ran to Hangzhou city out of breath. Not long after landing, he heard rumors that Luzhou city was broken and Emperor Hongguang was captured.

In his capacity as the chief minister of the cabinet, he demanded that rumors be banned.

Unfortunately, with the passage of time, more and more evidences have become dizzying, and the officials in the city can no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Ma Shiying, Zhu Dadian, Yuan Hongxun, Zhang Bingzhen, He Lun and others discussed and asked Lu Wang Zhu Changhao, who was in Hangzhou at that time, to supervise the country.

Ma Shiying even used his identity to lobby Queen Mother Zou.

Empress Dowager Zou had no choice but to agree.

Therefore, in the second year of Hongguang, on March [-], one month after Emperor Hongguang was captured, that is, ten days after King Yu supervised the country in Luoyang, he issued a decree:

"Your relative is an uncle, a virtuous crowned feudal vassal. In the past, Xuanmiao went to the east, and Xiang and Zheng supervised the country. The ancestors and constitutions are all there, and we can abide by them now."

The next day, Lu Wang Zhu Changhao said that he supervised the country in Hangzhou.

Immediately, Huang Daozhou, Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, suggested that King Lu should ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor within ten days.

King Lu is about to respond, after all, who doesn't want to be called emperor?

But Ma Shiying stopped him directly, admonishing: "Your Highness supervises the country, and the Qing army may turn a blind eye. After all, Hangzhou is far away and Nanjing is close, and it is waiting to be unified."

"And if His Highness proclaims himself emperor, the Qing army may have to go south. At that time, people will die, Hangzhou will be hard to protect, and the Ming Dynasty will be overthrown again..."

Lu Wang Zhu Changhao's slender fingers rested on his thighs, and his several-inch-long nails were protected by bamboo covers. His square face showed fear:
"You can't keep Nanjing, let alone Hangzhou?"

"According to Shoufu's opinion, what should be done?"

Ma Shiying sighed, and said helplessly: "At this point, we can only follow the example of the Southern Song Dynasty. Let's talk about peace for the time being, maintain our vitality, and then wait for cultivation to plan the Northern Expedition."

"Can the Qing army agree?"

King Lu hesitated.

"Now that Azig has returned from the north, no matter who the latter is, he is still better than these barbarians, and peace talks can be concluded by then."

Ma Shiying explained softly: "Besides, the soldiers from the north are impatient with the heat from the south. After a while, when the heat hits, the Qing army will naturally be unbearable, and the chances of peace talks are extremely high."

"That's good!"

King Lu heaved a sigh of relief, stroked his beautiful fingers, and sighed, "How great would it be if everyone played the piano and drank tea?"

Ma Shiying was speechless.

King Fu is a good womanizer, and King Lu is good at playing the piano. How come there are not many Mingjun in this old Zhu family?

Fortunately, there is me, otherwise, how can Daming talk about the future?

(End of this chapter)