The Resurrection of the South Seas of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 548
On the second day, the sky brightened!

Zhu Hongyu lifted the quilt and got up, rubbed his eyes and stretched.

The lazy waist drives the stretching of the bones and fascia, making a clicking sound.

When the eunuch came in to wash him up, Zhu Hongyu ordered casually.

"Get ready for breakfast!"

Not long after, breakfast was served.

Zhu Hongyu's breakfast is very simple and not extravagant, a bowl of meat porridge, a stack of pickles, two steamed buns, a piece of meat pie...

It can be described as quite simple!
At least it is incomparable to the hundreds of dishes in a meal for my Qing emperor.

Zhu Hongyu finished his breakfast in a restful manner, and then did some exercise to digest his food.

Then he ordered to convene the generals of the Ming army to discuss the next strategic direction.

At the meeting, Zhu Hongyu proposed the idea of ​​regaining Nanjing, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.

After the Ming army rested in Zhenjiang for another day, Zhu Hongyu ordered the Ming army to march towards Nanjing.

The mighty army could not be seen at a glance, and the red armor was dazzling.

The navy of Daming was patrolling the surface of the Yangtze River, and the tall ship exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Where the army passed along the way, a large number of gentry and common people took the initiative to stand up and eat pots of pulp to welcome the king's division.

All state capitals are on the lookout, without exception!

As the army got closer and closer to Nanjing City, the performance of the gentry and the people became more and more enthusiastic.

The soldiers of the Ming army wantonly enjoyed the aftertaste after the victory in the decisive battle in the south of the Yangtze River!
Wherever the army passed by, it was full of passionate people.

……

Zhu Hongyu was sitting on horseback, holding a telescope in his hand.

The binoculars point to the end of the horizon, the blue-gray city wall that exudes a heavy historical charm.

The city wall of Nanjing, which is hundreds of miles away, is like a giant blue-gray dragon, just lying down where it is, it exudes a strong coercion.

"Nanjing, that's where it is!"

As the army was getting closer and closer to Nanjing City, Zhu Hongyu's heart was also slightly agitated.

That's Nanjing!

The place where Zhu Yuanzhang once ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, and sent troops to the Northern Expedition!
The slogan of "expel the Tartars, restore China, establish guidelines and disciplines, and rescue the people!" once sounded.

After experiencing the pain of national subjugation for the first time in history, the Han people who became fourth-class people stood up again.

Now, Daming is about to regain his old capital!
Announce to the world that Daming is back!

"Report! Your Highness, there are gentry and ordinary people lining up outside the city of Nanjing to welcome you!"

A messenger flew over and reported the news to Zhu Hongyu.

Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly, not surprised.

It is no secret that the Ming Dynasty won the decisive battle in the south of the Yangtze River. After learning that the Ming army was advancing towards Nanjing, it would be abnormal if the gentry and common people in Nanjing did not react at all.

"Pass down the order and speed up the march!"

"Today's dinner will be eaten in Nanjing City!"

Zhu Hongyu ordered casually.

After he gave an order, the marching speed of the Ming army suddenly accelerated, and they continued to advance towards Nanjing City.

Not long after, Zhu Hongyu rode his horse and appeared outside Nanjing.

He came on horseback, and the vigorous horse made him even more heroic. The sword on his waist, the cloak behind him, and the armor on his body...

All of them showed his status as the emperor on the horse!

A pair of eyes glanced around, with no expression on his face, but the big gentry in Nanjing City felt an unspeakable coercion in front of them.

"My fathers and my fellow countrymen, congratulate Master Wang on his return and regain Nanjing!"

"Long live Daming! Long live His Royal Highness Jian Guo!"

An old man in brocade clothes who took the lead spoke.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people also spoke up one after another.

"We congratulate Wang Shi on his return and regain Nanjing!"

"Long live Daming! Long live His Royal Highness Jian Guo!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, Zhu Hongyu stroked his sleeves.

"Be flat!"

"You are free!"

While speaking, he motioned to the guards around him to help the people in front of him.

"His Royal Highness Jian Guo can lead the masters of the Ming Dynasty to recover Nanjing and pacify the south of the Yangtze River. It is indeed the blessing of the Ming Dynasty and the luck of the world!"

The old man continued to speak just now.

The pleasing attitude is very clear!
Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly and said.

"The reason why Daming was able to win the battle of Jiangnan is not due to the merits of the solitary, it is the aspiration of the people, and it is the destiny!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared outside the crowd and shouted loudly towards Zhu Hongyu.

"I am the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke Wei of the Ming Dynasty!"

"I'm here to ask His Highness Jian Guo!"

"I am the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke Wei of the Ming Dynasty, and I am here to ask His Royal Highness Jian Guo!"

"..."

The middle-aged man stood outside the crowd, shouting loudly, trying to get Zhu Hongyu's attention.

Sure enough, Zhu Hongyu's attention was attracted by him, and he looked over.

He ordered with a little indifference in his tone.

"Bring people here!"

After his words fell, several Ming soldiers trotted over and brought the middle-aged man who claimed to be the son of Xu Wenjue to Zhu Hongyu.

Zhu Hongyu squinted his eyes, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man looked very embarrassed, his clothes were dirty, and his face was covered with dust and oil.

His cheeks were full of cracks blown by the cold wind.

Most of the forehead is bald, only a piece of the back of the head, and some unshaven stubble.

It can be seen that he also just cut his braids.

Of course, he's not special when it comes to hairstyles.

Among the big gentry in Nanjing in front of Zhu Hongyu, one counts as one, and all of them are wearing hats.

If the hat is taken off, the forehead is probably all shiny.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Hongyu asked in an indifferent voice.

The person in front of him claimed to be the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke Wei of the Ming Dynasty, but who knew if he was lying.

If it's a lie, it's okay to say, at best Zhu Hongyu ordered someone to send him away.

With his status and status, it's really not worth it to care about a liar.

But if what he said is true, then congratulations to him, he will have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life!

Well, Zhu Hongyu will send him to Xiaoling, where he will take care of food and housing, so let him be the companion of Comrade Zhu!

To be honest, Zhu Hongyu didn't have the slightest liking for Wei Guogong's lineage.

Xu Da back then was indeed a hero.

But his descendants are also really stretching their hips!

Zhu Hongyu just wanted to ask Xu Wenjue, the last Duke of Wei, that bastard, you have a heavy army in your hand, but you begged to surrender to the Qing captives, sacrificed the city of Nanjing, and caused the Nanming Hongguang Dynasty to collapse.

Have you ever thought that you are worthy of your ancestor Xu Da, and worthy of the kindness of the Ming Dynasty to Wei Guogong for more than 200 years?
Of course, because of Xu Da's outstanding contribution to "expelling the Tartars and restoring China".

And Zhu Hongyu wants to set up a tolerant and kind personality for himself, so as to calm the hearts of the world.

After all, [-]% of the officials in the world have voted for Qing!
There is no way to calculate this account, it is a bad account.

Although Zhu Hongyu was dissatisfied with Xu Wenjue, he hated Wei Guogong's behavior of surrendering to the Qing Dynasty to the bone.

But it really wouldn't be a direct killer!
Sending people to Xiaoling to visit the grave was the best choice Zhu Hongyu could think of.

Of course, after sweeping the tomb for a month or two, it's normal for people to accidentally choke to death, isn't it?

Acting secretly instead of directly judging and convicting him can be regarded as Zhu Hongyu's respect for Xu Da, a martyr!
Xu You fumbled from his bosom, took out a jade tablet, and said.

"Reporting to Your Highness, my father is Xu Wenjue, Duke Wei of the Ming Dynasty!"

"There is this jade token as proof!"

(End of this chapter)