Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 357 Zheng's Choice

"Isn't there you Zheng and the court?"

Zhu Yujian was taken aback for a moment, almost unable to tell the truth.

"Tens of thousands of troops, can't control a Fuzhou?"

"Your Highness, there is more than one Fuzhou in Fujian!"

Zheng Sen shook his head and smiled wryly: "King Yu proclaimed himself emperor in Nanjing and took over the position of the late emperor. People's hearts are no longer stable."

"Really?" Zhu Yujian looked at the young man in front of him, moved his mouth, and asked hesitantly, "What do you Zheng family think?"

"Your Highness!" Zheng Sen lowered his head and said with some shame: "Although my father hasn't made a decision yet, it must not be far away."

Zhu Yujian closed his eyes, a feeling of fainting emerged, he forcibly controlled his body, his lips were thirsty: "Is that so, is that so?"

Zheng Sen couldn't bear to look any further, so he could only bow his head in silence.

Obviously, although there is no explicit statement, this is no different from the explicit statement.

"That's it, that's it!"

After a long time, Zhu Yujian enlightened himself: "King Yu has a good reputation, so he will not treat me badly."

Clasping his hands, Zheng Sen left quickly, as if someone was chasing after him.

Not long after leaving the palace, the huge Nan'an Hou's Mansion stood in front of him.

Since Chongzhen returned to the imperial court in the early years, the Zheng family has been based in Quanzhou and radiated Fujian.

Today, his father, Zheng Zhilong, has leapt from a guerrilla general to the commander-in-chief of Fujian Town, and he was also granted the title of Marquis of Nan'an (Zheng Zhilong's hometown).

However, the joy brought by King Tang gradually faded under the glory of King Yu in just a few months, and it was even like duckweed, which was extremely dangerous.

"Young master, master is waiting for you!"

As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Sen was greeted by the servant, changed his clothes, and then went to the study.

Although it is said that Zheng Zhilong was a pirate, he was born in a family of subordinate officials. He felt that he didn't study much, so Zheng Sen was required to study and obtain fame.

"Father!"

Entering the study room, I saw Zheng Zhilong's pampered face, with anxiety written on his face, holding a book, restless.

On the side, his uncle Zheng Hongkui had a gloomy face, sitting silently, looking very stiff and stiff.

"Fu Song, how are you doing?"

Seeing his son come back, Zheng Zhilong sat up straight and asked in a deep voice.

"The king of Tang agrees."

"Well, it's quite interesting."

Zheng Zhilong nodded, but the sadness on his face was not less.

"Brother, what are you afraid of? It's a big deal to fight a war. If it doesn't work, go to the sea to have a good time."

Zheng Hongkui, whose real name is Zheng Zhifeng, who is also the Marquis of Jinglu who has made great contributions, Ze Weng said.

"It's easy to say, can you stay at sea for a lifetime? Our hometown is in Nan'an, and monks can't run away from the temple if they can run away."

Zheng Zhilong shook his head and rejected the proposal without hesitation.

Not to mention, he spent three or four years building a mansion in his hometown of Nan'an and paid 100,000 taels of silver, which he couldn't bear to give up.

Besides, he was too old to bear the lack of food and clothing when he was used to life on land.

Zheng Hongkui had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Then we can only beg this Emperor Shaowu to show mercy and spare our lives."

"Father, uncle, you must not be a fool to come all the way from Huguang today."

Zheng Sen has been to Huguang and knows King Yu's character, so he said bluntly:
"Our Zheng family has 200,000 ships and [-] soldiers. After all, we are a tyrant at sea. Now that the emperor is committed to the Northern Expedition, he will definitely win us over and will not mess around."

"That's a good word."

Zheng Hongkui nodded and said: "Brother is too careful, what is our Zheng family afraid of?"

"Hey, do you have the nerve to say that?"

Zheng Zhilong saw the uncle and nephew singing together, he couldn't help laughing and scolding: "The late emperor asked you to guard Zhenjiang, and you ran away before an hour passed. If you are evenly matched in a fight, I will be so afraid?"

Zheng Hongkui was a little embarrassed, and said helplessly: "Brother, the Guazhou navy has defected to the enemy, and the Qing army is really powerful. If I hadn't withdrawn quickly, at least a few thousand people would have been lost!"

Hearing this again, Zheng Sen was speechless.

The king of Yu won the fight against Wu Sangui, and it is difficult for you to defend the city.

Zheng Zhilong was also helpless. He waved his hands and said, "Wars at sea are different from wars on land. You can't win with more people."

Zheng Zhilong sees clearly the weakness of his own infantry.

Although there are 200,000 people, this is counting the sailors who operate more than [-] ships, as well as doing business.

The ones that can really be pulled out to fight are only [-] to [-].

And sailors who are used to the deck, can they also move freely on land?
The younger brother Zheng Hongkui explained this point profoundly: No matter how hard he trains, there is nothing he can do.

So there is only one route before him—return to the court.

As for whether it is the Manchu Qing court or the Ming court, there is no doubt about it, and the far water cannot solve the near fire.

"Although what Fusong said is correct, it is the opinion of the whole family."

Zheng Zhilong thought about it: "We still have to send someone to Nanjing to negotiate and send some gold, silver and jewelry to those elders and ministers, so that we can speak for us."

"As for the emperor!"

Speaking of this, Zheng Zhilong looked at his tall and straight son, and couldn't help saying: "Fu Song, you go to Nanjing and give the gift from my Zheng family to the emperor in person, so that you can show your sincerity."

"In this matter, only you can reassure me."

"The child will live up to his father's entrustment!"

Zheng Sen nodded, his eyes full of determination.

"But Fusong's safety?" Zheng Hongkui couldn't help but be concerned.

"Don't worry, as long as our Zheng family is still there, Fusong won't be in any danger."

Zheng Zhilong regained his calm thinking.

……

"Marquis Ying?"

Xuzhou city.

Gao Jie was lying on the bed, served by several maidservants, seeing his wife Xing's leisurely appearance, he was really a little energetic.

Pushing away the maid who was fanning the wind, Gao Jie pulled back his robe to reveal his scarred chest, took out a few pieces of ice from the ice basin and rubbed them on his chest.

For a while, it was difficult to understand the anger in his heart.

"Why?" Xing's eyes moved, "So angry."

"Is that what you say?"

Gao Jie couldn't help but said: "In the time of the first emperor, I was Uncle Xingping, but now I'm only a Marquis of Ying, or the Marquis of De Shijiang, how can I make sense of it?"

"Wu Sangui is the king of the county. I'm not even the Duke of the country."

The Xing family calmed down a bit: "Your name is Yingwu, so the emperor granted you a title of Yinghou, which is considered to be taking care of you."

"As for the prince, the emperor gave it to you, do you dare to take it?"

"Why don't you dare? My 200,000 army..."

At the end, Gao Jie's voice was also a little softer.

He also knows what to do.

After all, no matter whether it is from the dragon's merit or support, it is not too much. To get this title, it has to be the face of the 200,000 army.

And this is also based on the news provided by King Yu.

"I'm afraid that if you have a life, you don't have a life to enjoy!"

Xing said in a deep voice: "At the end of the day, it's still the army that speaks. How does the emperor value a group of miscellaneous soldiers under your command?"

(End of this chapter)