Brother Zhu Youxiao

"No retreat!"

It was hazy in the early morning, and the mist in the south of the Yangtze River had not dissipated, but there was a lot of shouting in the mist.

Longjiang port, as the first inland port in Ming Dynasty, not only has [-] to [-] people waiting to be relocated in the port at the moment, but the gates entering and leaving the port are blocked by many people.

Arm in arm, they turned their backs to the port and faced Nanjing City, building a Great Wall of flesh and blood in the thick white mist.

In front of them, besides the majestic Nanjing City, was a group of Yamen servants of Yingtianfu wearing round collar robes.

There are no less than a thousand yamen servants, but in the face of these tens of thousands of people holding hands and holding their heads high, they have nothing but helplessness on their faces.

"What's the use of stopping it? Your Highness wants to leave, can you stop it?"

The guard of the Ban Ya in Yingtianfu looked at the people in the south of the Yangtze River who built a human wall in front of him, and let him speak hard, but the people didn't back down at all.

Among the common people, the old men over sixty passed the perimeter of the human wall, followed by those in their fifty years, and then the young and old.

The Ming Dynasty ruled the country with filial piety, if the government servants dared to push and shove these old uncles, they might have their spines broken after today.

"How come the manpower hasn't arrived yet?!"

The garrison questioned the people behind him, and the two chief banner officers behind him also bowed in confusion: "When the shift was over yesterday, we said to gather at Maoshi, but now more than half of the people are late."

"There is news!"

When a chief banner officer reported back, a chief banner officer rushed out of the mist.

He was out of breath, but he didn't have time to take a breath, but said eagerly:
"Many of the brothers below were stopped by their family members and couldn't leave the house at all!"

"What?" The guard was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the other yamen servants.

The yamen servants who were swept by his eyes all lowered their heads, obviously they also suffered this kind of treatment, but none of them reported it.

"I will settle accounts with you some other day!"

Knowing that his brother had kept the news from him, the guard cursed bitterly, then turned his head away, and earnestly persuaded the people who surrounded the adult wall.

It's just that in the face of his bitterness, the people's response is only two words...

"No retreat!"

It's just two simple words, but it seems to spread throughout the entire city of Nanjing.

The people of Xicheng near the Longjiang port heard the sound, stopped what they were doing, and looked up to the direction outside the city.

Some people have complicated expressions, some are laughing and joking, and some are cursing. There are thousands of faces and different postures.

These sounds are very loud, but no matter how loud they are, they are not as loud as the sound of morning bells and evening drums.

With the ringing of the morning bell, everyone knows that the winter solstice on the tenth day of the winter month has arrived.

Almost instantly, a convoy walked out of the street where the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion existed.

The iron cavalry of the Xiao cavalry guards lead the way, the Ti cavalry arch guards of Jin Yiwei, attendants of civil and military officials on the left and right, and a horse-drawn carriage in the middle of the road.

The four-wheeled carriage was pulled by six horses, and they didn't have to work hard. The sound of horseshoes sounded in the street, leading to the Longjiang port.

The appearance of this group of people gathered the people along the street, and the people in the neighboring streets also appeared along with the sound of the horses' hooves, passing on news one after another, and rushing towards Heyang Street.

Not long after, two rows of dark crowds appeared on both sides of Heyang Street.

They looked forward to seeing the carriage drive past them.

For the younger ones, the mood is a little heavy.

For some elderly people and middle-aged people in their [-]s and [-]s, they feel that their sky is collapsing bit by bit.

"Your Highness! You can't go!"

I don't know who started it, and everyone shouted in a hurry.

"Your Highness, don't go!"

"Your Highness..."

They may not be as brave as those who dare to directly surround the Longjiang port outside the city, but even the ordinary people in Shengdou have the bravery of a man who is angry.

They yelled, and during this time, countless people tried to break through the Xiaoqiguard's line of defense. Although they were all stopped, this caused countless people to scramble for the first.

The pressure on Xiao Qiwei became greater, and Jin Yiwei had no choice but to join in.

It's just that even if Jin Yiwei joins, it can't stop the people who want to stop Zhu Youjian from becoming a feudal clan.

"It's crazy..."

"What's the use? Hehe..."

In the teahouses and restaurants around Heyang Street, the private rooms on the second floor were basically full of literati watching the excitement.

Compared with the people who were afraid of King Qi's vassal, they actually laughed.

If King Qi hadn't left yet, they were worried about revenge, and they might have already had a good time with each other and celebrated with each other.

"The tyrant is finally gone!"

At this moment, almost all the literati in the south of the Yangtze River thought so. After all, in their eyes, Zhu Youjian was a person who deviated from the orthodoxy and suppressed Confucianism.

If such a person does not leave Daming, the tradition will be broken in his hands one day.

How could he be unhappy about his departure?
The literati toasted and drank, hid in the private room, and watched the farce through the window.

They call themselves literati, but they dare not even open the windows, and can only secretly watch the farce in their eyes through the gaps in the windows.

"Beep--"

A piercing whistle came out, and not long after the farce broke out, the Bingmasi finally rushed over.

As tens of thousands of soldiers and horses from the Nanjing Military Division joined the scene, the order in Heyang Street began to return to normal.

Many people were stopped outside the military wall of Bing Ma Si, watching helplessly as King Qi's carriage passed in front of them.

At this moment, many elderly people cried like children. It seemed that once Zhu Youjian left, they would go back to the days of being enslaved and unable to eat meat, vegetables and rice.

They didn't go to any school, and they didn't know a few words except their own names.

The only way they can express their emotions is in the simplest way.

For a while, there were many wails on both sides of Heyang Street. These wails caused many people to feel sad and sobbed softly.

However, this situation did not stop the carriage, and the carriage was still driving towards Longjiang port.

During this process, the wide sidewalks on both sides of Heyang Street were crowded, and a huge crowd unconsciously appeared behind the convoy.

Tens of thousands of Nanjing people followed one after another. They are not limited to this number, but the streets can only stand this number of people.

"coming……"

At the head of the Jiangdong Gate on Heyang Street, when Zhu Ciran, who had arrived in Nanjing ahead of schedule, spoke, he and the civil and military ministers behind him, including the Cabinet, the Sixth Ministry, and the Fifth Military Commander's Mansion, were shocked.

They saw the convoy surrounded by the crowd, and also saw the carriage that seemed like a drop in the ocean.

For a moment, they didn't know what to say, and at this moment Zhu Ciran felt a little coldness on his cheeks.

He froze for a moment, raised his hand to touch it, and what appeared in front of him was a little water stain on his fingertips.

"Snowing!"

Huang Fei, who had not been in Nanjing for a long time, opened his mouth in surprise, and everyone looked up.

The surrounding fog receded, revealing the gray-white cloud in the sky and countless snowflakes shaking off from the cloud.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"Let me just say it! God doesn't want His Royal Highness King Qi to go!"

"Your Highness! Have you seen it!"

A snowfall made the already stable crowd agitated again. They shouted loudly, like children showing their achievements with their parents.

But in the face of all this, Zhu Youjian in the car never showed up and let the carriage drive to the port.

As he was driving, the snow fell more and more, gradually blurring everyone's vision.

It was snowing in the south of the Yangtze River in winter, and it was snowing heavily, which made many literati in the south of the Yangtze River hiding and watching couldn't help but mutter.

Zhu Ciran looked at the carriage in the snow, and kept recalling Zhu Youjian's teachings to him for so many years in his mind.

Thinking about it carefully, Zhu Youjian didn't teach him too much. Compared with the Donggong instructors who asked him to read and endorse, Zhu Youjian mainly encouraged him to go to the folk.

Reading thousands of books is not enough to travel thousands of miles. For Zhu Ciran, the experience of traveling to the south is enough to remember for a lifetime.

He has too many unforgettable experiences about the common people, so that when he deals with government affairs, those images will flash in his mind.

"Father didn't come..."

Zhu Ciran used the title of "father", which made Lu Yuangao, who was following behind him, feel tense, and replied softly:
"Long live has already set off, and I have prepared a lot of items for the car."

"Um……"

Hearing that Zhu Youxiao had also set off, Zhu Ciran already guessed what he was doing for so many days.

"Go down." Zhu Ciran walked down the wall, and at the same time, Zhou Yanru, Wen Tiren, Yang Wenyue, Shen Tingyang and others who followed him to the south also set off one after another.

The cabinet and the six ministries did not all go south, but Hong Chengchou, Li Changgeng, Jin Xuan, and Sun Chuanting were left to sit in the Beijing cabinet.

Zhu Ciran led the people down the city wall, and walked out of the Jiangdong Gate one step ahead of time, and came to the stone bridge on the moat outside the Jiangdong Gate.

The six-foot-wide moat stone bridge at Jiangdongmen was also built by Zhu Youjian during Zhu Youjian's administration, and Zhu Youxiao ordered people to renovate it. Perhaps he had already been mentally prepared.

Outside the stone bridge is a market town. At this moment, countless people have gathered in it, making it impossible to see the end at a glance.

Zhu Ciran and the others brought Tiancewei and Habayashiwei.

The [-] cavalry easily separated the people on the road and maintained order at the scene.

But even so, Zhu Ciran and the others did not relax, because they all knew that the biggest problem for Zhu Youjian who wanted to take over the feudal domain was not the people intercepted along the way, but the tens of thousands of people guarding the gate of the port.

Standing in the center of Jiangdong Town, Zhu Ciran could clearly see the Longjiang port at the end of the road blocked by a human wall.

The appearance of the people holding hands left an indelible memory in his heart.

"I'm coming!"

Seeing the carriage of Zhu Ciran and others, many old men who formed the human wall straightened their backs as hard as they could, trying to make themselves look taller and make the human wall look more indestructible.

In fact, how did they know that their so-called human wall is like paper to a well-trained army and soldiers.

Not counting the army and soldiers and horses, even if the yamen servants let go of their hands and feet, the breakthrough is only a moment.

However, pointing guns at ordinary people is even more unacceptable to government servants who have received more than ten years of government education than pointing their guns at Zhu Ciran.

The common people united together, and many people in Jiangdong Town were also encouraged, and ran to the port gate one after another, and built a city wall together.

"Look at them, they really don't know what to say."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if King Qi is gone. Long live and the prince are still here."

"That's right, we can eat, if we really want to count, it is also thanks to Long Live."

"That's right, I think that group of people exaggerated the role of King Qi. King Qi was only ten years old. What can he do? Isn't it mainly relying on Long Live's strategizing?"

"It's just..."

Looking at the neighbors standing on the wall, some people talked about the achievements of the emperor and King Qi.

Maybe they were complaining that King Qi insisted on leaving, or maybe they felt that King Qi was really "not worthy of the name", so they started all kinds of guesses that they thought.

In their guess, the carriage gradually came to them.

An invisible pressure made them shut their mouths, and they dared to speak softly after quietly watching the carriage go away.

"King Qi is a thousand years old..."

Seeing the carriage approaching, Zhou Yanru and the others bowed nervously.

Huang Fei, Ma Xianglin, and Qi Wulong from the Five Army Commanders' Mansion also bowed to each other.

They are the people who least want King Qi to become a vassal, because the status of military generals in the Ming Dynasty was pushed up again by King Qi. No one knows whether the status of military generals will decline after he leaves, but they have no way to stop him .

"Uncle Qi..."

Zhu Ciran bowed with emotions that he couldn't explain clearly, but the carriage didn't stop, but passed by them.

This kind of behavior made everyone feel that something was wrong, and Zhu Ciran looked around, hoping to see Lu Wenzhao and Wang Chengen, the closest people to his uncle.

It's just that after looking around, he didn't see anything, and the carriage arrived in front of the gate of Longjiang Port.

In the front, there are tens of thousands of people lined up in dozens of rows of human walls, and in the back, there are 10,000+ people who look at this place and follow closely.

Everyone wanted to know what kind of actions the always calm King Qi would make in the face of this scene.

"Your Highness, don't go..."

"Your Highness, what shall we do when you leave?"

"If you leave, those people will come back to bully us again!"

"Don't go..."

The people holding the human wall begged, but the carriage remained unmoved.

The people watching this scene were very desperate, but at this moment Zhu Ciran walked in front of them.

In front of tens of thousands of people, he turned to look at the carriage, bowed again: "Uncle, the people are here, come out and say something."

"..."

There was no sound, everyone was waiting for King Qi to speak, but he didn't speak, let alone come out.

Facing such King Qi, the people couldn't help feeling guilty.

Seeing this, Zhu Ciran took the initiative to walk to the door of the carriage and knocked on the door: "Uncle?"

At this moment, his conjecture had already been confirmed in his heart, so before the people could react, he slammed open the car door...

"A new song with a glass of wine..."

"Last year's weather old pavilion..."

"When will the sun go down..."

"I have no choice but to let the flowers fall..."

"It seems that I have known each other before Yan returns..."

"Small garden fragrant path wandering alone……"

One tune after another, resounding in the Jiangnan water town where the snow is falling heavily.

The cruise ship goes down the river, the guzheng and pipa are noisy like torrential rain, as if urging the tourists on the other side of the street to return in the snow.

"jingle--"

The bell rang quietly. Back then, the young man in fresh clothes and furious horse fought in all directions and gained a good reputation.

The door of the cruise ship was pushed open, she was wearing a blue round collar robe, and two pieces of jade on the waist rope collided with jingling bells...

He picked up an ocarina, put it to his mouth and began to brag.

The guzheng and pipa in the cruise ship sounded again, not Huanxisha, but Qingpingle.

"Your Highness, is it really okay for us to leave without saying goodbye?"

The voice sounded, and a fox fur was draped over Zhu Youjian's shoulders.

He put down his ocarina, looked at the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, saw the falling flowers and flying snow, his eyes were full of emotions:
"It's snowing, let them go home early to keep warm."

"Woooo-"

The voice fell, only the sound of the steam ship suddenly sounded.

Zhu Youjian and Lu Wenzhao looked downstream, thinking it was a steam ship returning to Nanjing to relocate the people, but they didn't want the river in front of them to be empty.

"Woooo-"

Listening carefully, they walked to the side of the ship and looked behind them.

In the flying snow, a beautifully crafted steam ship was chasing towards them, and the speed of the ship was extremely fast.

"Beep--"

The special wooden whistle was blown, letting Zhu Youjian know who was coming.

"younger brother!!!"

A familiar voice sounded, because it was too loud, it was like a broken gong.

It's just that the broken gong-like voice made Zhu Youjian's eyes moist instantly.

The steamer caught up, and the boat was decorated with lights and festoons, with gongs and drums beating, just like a procession sending off relatives.

"Beep--"

"younger brother!"

The whistle sounded again, allowing Zhu Youjian to determine Zhu Youxiao's location.

Thirty-eight out of [-], he stood on the deck and waved his hands frequently, regardless of his image.

"Hehe, what a big person, I don't know how to be shy..."

Zhu Youjian wiped his eyes with his hands, and while laughing and joking, he felt his nose sore.

Soon, the two boats were close together, but because of the difference in height, Zhu Youxiao couldn't come from the opposite side.

"Brother! Come to the shore! I have prepared something for you!"

"Don't worry! I'm sure I won't stop you!"

Zhu Youxiao's eyes turned red as he spoke, and Zhu Youjian was also afraid that Zhu Youxiao would jump over, so he hurriedly let Lu Wenzhao come to the shore.

The two boats stopped by the river. This is a small ferry, and there are no tourists passing by.

Seeing the boat stop, Zhu Youxiao asked people to put down the boat ladder, and climbed down by himself.

His movements were not very beautiful, and he even jumped down because he was anxious.

Due to the unstable landing, he shook a few times, but he didn't care to stabilize his figure, turned around and searched for Zhu Youjian's figure.

Zhu Youjian hurried down from the second floor of the cruise ship, and Zhu Youxiao got up with a smile, and ran over in a hurry.

"Brother! I have prepared some things for you, you go on that boat."

Zhu Youxiao said excitedly, but Zhu Youjian had already thought of what he had prepared.

"Okay..." He only answered, and looked at Zhu Youxiao quietly.

Zhu Youxiao also looked at him, but kept talking:

"The feudal lord returns to the capital once every three years. This is a rule set by you, brother, and you must abide by it!"

"If you feel uncomfortable after going to Qi, you have to write to me."

"If you encounter something interesting in your spare time, you have to tell me."

"Even the Son of Heaven can travel around the world, I am no exception."

"If I go, brother can't stop me, he must welcome me."

"and also……"

Zhu Youxiao kept talking, his mouth never stopped.

Zhu Youjian just looked at him like this, with indescribable reluctance in his eyes.

"Probably...that's all..."

At the end, Zhu Youxiao's voice lowered, as if he had realized that the two of them could not go back to the age and time when they rode horses at the right door behind the capital.

"Okay... I'm leaving."

Zhu Youjian nodded with a smile. He didn't say too much, because he felt that he said too much, and even he was reluctant to leave.

In front of Zhu Youxiao, Zhu Youjian walked up the boat ladder.

"younger brother!"

Seeing Zhu Youjian get on the boat ladder, Zhu Youxiao couldn't help shouting, Zhu Youjian also stopped, and turned to look at him.

He only saw the complex expression on Zhu Youxiao's face, as if he was about to cry, but held back.

In the end, he squeezed out a half-smile, half-cry expression:
"Bon voyage, remember to write to me..."

He choked up a little, and seemed to be unable to suppress his emotions.

"Okay, I'm leaving..."

Zhu Youjian turned his head quickly, and at the same time he agreed, he also boarded the steam ship built by Zhu Youxiao himself.

Zhu Youxiao just watched Zhu Youjian's back disappear bit by bit like this, he opened his mouth, and wanted to stop him several times, asking if he could stop, but his reason kept him from asking.

"Woooo-"

With the sound of the whistle, Zhu Youjian left on a steam ship, while Zhu Youxiao was left on the cruise ship.

The steamship left, and Zhu Youxiao walked from the deck to the bow.

He could no longer catch up with Zhu Youjian, but he still let people drive the boat and followed him from a distance, until finally he watched helplessly that the boat carrying his younger brother disappeared into the heavy snow.

At almost the same moment, Zhu Youjian took an oil lamp and walked into the cabin where the cargo was stored.

When the cabin was illuminated by the dim oil lamp, pieces of marked furniture appeared in front of Zhu Youjian.

From tables, chairs, benches to beds and couches, everything is available.

Zhu Youjian touched the furniture and walked all the way in, and saw various marked parts in the innermost part.

According to the marking, these parts can be replaced on all tables, chairs and benches, so as not to be broken and unusable.

Standing in the dim cabin, Zhu Youjian looked at the furniture that Zhu Youxiao spent several months polishing bit by bit, his eyes gradually blurred...

"Woooo-"

With the sound of the whistle, the band on board also played a new movement...

"It seems that when I was young, who would not want to walk alone in the rivers and lakes with white clothes and angry horses, and live a happy life with green clothes and swords."

"No matter how bad it is, let the king do the world's affairs, win the fame before and after his life, and go to win the monstrous power."

"It's just that time is slowly urging people to grow old, 50 years of great achievements, talking about listening to mountain ghosts..."

The book is finished, and to be more specific, there are dozens of chapters of afterwords, some of which are related to Zhu Youjian, and some of which are not.

In fact, it was very difficult to finish the book at the end, because Zhu Youjian couldn't solve everything, and history would repeat itself. He just delayed the time of the show, changed the way of the show, and changed the ending.

The specifics are left to the postscript, and the final testimonials are placed after the postscript.

The update method of the postscript is still updated every day, and the update time is estimated to be around four or five in the afternoon every day.