The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

I have said in advance that the massacres will kill!

Moreover, there are bloody precedents ahead!
If you still dare to massacre the city, what is the difference between that and hitting me in the face?
What more is there to say!

When ordering those beasts to be pitted and killed, any hesitation in the slightest is disrespect to Lao Tzu himself!

As the Ming army continued to advance, the Qing army defending the city gradually collapsed.

More and more soldiers of the Qing army were crushed by the tide-like offensive of the Ming army, dropped their weapons, turned and ran.

But there are also those who are really broken and desperate. Thinking of dying early and rebirth, they simply throw away the weapons in their hands, kneel down on the ground, and surrender to the Ming army.

With the continuous advancement of the war, Nanchang City was finally captured by the Ming army.

But Xia Yuankui did not enter the city immediately, but ordered people to clean up and clear Nanchang City first.

The whole city was searched, all the Qing troops were searched out, and then they were ready to be executed in a centralized manner.

And sent people to search for survivors in the city.

They even had to clean up the mass graves in the city to find out how many people died under the Qing army's butcher knife during the Nanchang Massacre this time.

……

"Nizi, you naughty son!"

"This king can't wait to kill you alive!"

"..."

Zheng Chenggong looked at Zheng Jing who was naked in front of him, and roared angrily.

With a clang, the saber on his waist came out of his body, and he slashed at Zheng Jing.

When Zheng Jing saw that his father was coming for real, he really wanted to draw his sword and cut himself.

Regardless of the fact that he was still naked with no clothes on, he was so frightened that he froze in an instant, shaking the fat on his body, stumbling around and running away.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Chenggong became even more angry!
Your father wants to cut you, so it's fine if you don't stand obediently and get cut, how dare you run away?
Zheng Chenggong, who originally just wanted to scare Zheng Jing, now really wants to kill people.

"You fucking stop for me!"

"Since you have the guts to do such a scandal, why run away?!"

"Forget it if I hack you to death, I'll pretend that I don't have this son!"

"..."

Zheng Chenggong was really going crazy with anger.

After the war in Jiangxi was taken over by Xia Yuankui, he left some troops in Jiangxi and continued to attack Jiangxi with the Restoration Army.

So he took his own soldiers and prepared to return to the officers!
After he arrived in Xiamen with his troops, he planned to meet his son and see how his son was doing in Xiamen.

What is the development status of the development zone in Xiamen?
It's just that he didn't know until he arrived in Xiamen that his son was not in Xiamen, but went to Dayuan.

Of course, Zheng Chenggong didn't think there was anything wrong, thinking that there was something important on the senior staff's side.

Therefore, he didn't deliberately send someone to notify his son, but was going to quietly return to the official to give his son a surprise.

However, what Zheng Chenggong didn't expect was that not only he gave Zheng Jing a surprise, Zheng Jing also gave him a surprise!
Got a bed with his young son's nurse!
This is so...

Zheng Chenggong's mentality immediately collapsed.

He has studied the Four Books and Five Classics, poetry and etiquette all his life, and as a result, his son Zheng Jing did such a scandal.

It is simply to lose Zheng Chenggong's old face!

So, there is the current scene, Zheng Chenggong, who was anxious, even drew his sword and wanted to hack Zheng Jing to death.

Fortunately, several guards around Zheng Chenggong came forward and held him back.

Otherwise, the candidate for Prince Yanping will probably be replaced!

With a clang, the steel knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Zheng Chenggong roared furiously.

"roll!"

"Get out of here, as far as you can, and don't appear in front of me again in the future!"

Zheng Chenggong stroked his forehead with one hand, and pointed at Zheng Jing with the other, cursing hysterically.

Zheng Jing saw that his father lost his temper, lifted his pants, and ran out stumblingly, his face was full of fear.

Zheng Chenggong's temper has never been good, and he can even be said to be a powder keg that explodes at one point.

Zheng Jing didn't dare to stand in front of his father when he was angry.

Especially the person who made Zheng Chenggong angry was himself.

In case Zheng Chenggong's superiors really beat him to death, Zheng Jing would have no place to cry.

After Zheng Jing fled in despair and left in embarrassment.

Zheng Chenggong sat slumped on the edge of the bed, feeling blood rushing straight to his forehead.

The blue veins on the forehead were pulsating slightly, and severe headaches came in bursts.

It seemed to blow his head off!
Zheng Chenggong was panting heavily, the sweat on his forehead was rolling down in big spots, and the red blood in his eyes was quite obvious.

Seeing this scene, the guards around him realized that something was wrong with the prince.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?"

"Quick, find a doctor, get the doctor!"

"..."

At this moment, Zheng Chenggong's eyes darkened, a stream of blood flowed from his nose, and he fell backwards.

Several guards hurried forward to help.

"Come on! Come on, come on!"

"My lord has fainted!"

"..."

Everyone was a little flustered, with anxiety written all over their faces.

Until the doctor arrived, made a diagnosis for Zheng Chenggong, and then told them the bad news.

Zheng Chenggong's old problem of headaches has recurred. Although the situation is not serious enough to be life-threatening, it is not too good.

However, if he does not want his condition to worsen, Zheng Chenggong must rest and must not have too violent mood swings.

It is not only anger that needs to be controlled, but all emotions including anger, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, fear and worry must be controlled.

……

Zheng Chenggong woke up from the coma, his head was still throbbing, and the cronies beside him relayed to him what the doctor had just said.

Zheng Chenggong just nodded slightly to this, and did not have much mood swings.

His own body knows well that his bad temper is not unrelated to the old headache.

It's not like I didn't get sick in the early years!
He has been doing it to control his emotions, but the effect is not very good.

Zheng Chenggong really couldn't bear what happened to Zheng Jing today.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Chenggong ordered.

"Order someone to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. This king will write a letter to His Royal Highness, requesting a replacement of the prince..."

……

Linqing City!
There was specific news from the capital that the Qing Dynasty had restarted the cabinet system of the former Ming Dynasty and finalized the candidates for the cabinet ministers.

After these news came, Tu Hai and Hong Chengchou felt a lot more relieved.

They have all noticed the obvious taste of mutual compromise in the political changes in the capital.

Compromise!

As long as both parties know how to compromise with each other, they can compromise.

At the very least, it can be guaranteed that when Tu Hai and Hong Chengchou lead troops south to suppress the bandits, there will not be too fierce party struggles in the Qing court.

So much so that it affects the frontline battle situation!

Tu Hai and Hong Chengchou no longer had to worry about the future. After the main force of the Qing army had been stationed in Linqing for nearly half a month, they set out again and marched southward in a mighty way.

At this time, it was already the end of September in the 19th year of Yongli.

Winter is coming!

Even the Grand Canal showed signs of freezing.

Fortunately, it wasn't that cold yet, and the freezing was only a trace, and it didn't affect the passage of tank boats.

On the Grand Canal outside Linqing City, countless tank boats went down the canal.

Along the canal, the marching team of the Qing army stretched back and forth for tens of miles, with flags and flags like clouds, and people and horses connected to the sky, and the edge could not be seen at a glance.