Volume VIII 1193 Jinling Wangqi

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In the Jiangning Marshal's Mansion, Zeng Guofan, who was wearing a wolf's skin cloak, pushed open the window of the study, and a cold wind blew in his face, which stimulated him and began to cough violently.

The figure behind the big man flashed, and the farmer who drove out the eagle quickly closed the window with a nervous face, "Big handsome, you are not well, don't blow the cold wind, there will be a meeting in a while......"

"Ahem, ahem...... Old farmer, leave me alone, I need to be calm and calm! Now the situation in Jiangnan is so chaotic that even I have a little headache, I must make sure that my brain is clear!"

Zeng Guofan squeezed the old farmer's hand and opened the window firmly, and the cold wind filled the room again. The old farmer's hands that could be frightened by the eagles did not dare to move, but they were pinched by Zeng Guofan, who was sick and weak at the moment, and he did not dare to move.

"Hey...... Dashuai, you don't owe Xiao Letian, why do you help him! Isn't it good for us to live our own lives?"

"You don't understand, you don't understand, I'm not doing Xiao Letian a favor, I'm helping us with China's national fortune!

The old farmer frowned, "I'm still not at ease when I'm handsome, but I don't think it's necessary......"

Zeng Guofan didn't answer his words, just stared blankly at the sky outside the window: "Do you know why this place is called Jiangning? Do you know why this place was called Nanjing or Jinling in the past?"

The old farmer shook his head, he wouldn't pick up the topic of the handsome.

"This land was the first to have no city, after the king of Chu Wei destroyed the Yue Kingdom, he built a castle on Zhongshan Mountain, which was known as Jinling Mountain in ancient times, and named it Jinling after the land...... Later, the first emperor made a southern tour and found that there was an emperor's gas in the southeast, so he dug the Qinhuai River to vent the king's anger......"

"Not only that, the first emperor also falsely claimed to have buried countless gold on Jinling Mountain, luring future generations to explore, and as a result, hundreds of people drilled holes in the mountains to find gold, and finally the gold was not found but the land of Jinling Mountain was exhausted......

"Hey...... Since then, this city has only had the form of a king, and has no king's spirit! Historically, all dynasties that built their capitals here were short-lived, and isn't Changmao an example?"

"Jinling later had Nanjing, Moling, Jianye, Jianye, Jiankang, Baixia, Shengzhou, Jiqing, Yingtian and other names, and later the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs in order to suppress the imperial gas of the southern capital of the Ming Dynasty, it was renamed Jiangning, and now you understand why the imperial court has let me stay here in recent years?"

The old farmer suddenly realized, "I see, Changmao changed Jiangning to Tianjing, and after we broke it, we restored the title of Jiangning, I thought it had always been called Jiangning, and there was such an allusion...... In this way, the imperial court is here, just to let this city that has already vented the king's anger suppress the dragon fortune of the handsome?"

"Hehe......" Zeng Guofan smiled, "There should be such considerations, but I don't believe in these, since ancient times, we have paid attention to the blessing of people living in blessed land, and blessing of people living in blessed land!

"In fact, letting me stay in Jiangning is also a kind of warning, let me look at this war-torn city every day, and let me think about the decaying royal spirit here every day...... That's also a warning to me, you Han people's royal spirit is long gone, and the fate of Long Hair has been proven, this is to let me not use my brain!"

"Damn it......" the old farmer clenched his bones with his fists and rattled loudly.

The chief of Zeng Guo let out a long sigh: "After this meeting, I will go north to become the governor of Zhili! I have a hunch that I have no long life left, and I am going to die...... So before I die, I have to make all kinds ......of arrangements!

"Da Shuai......" The old farmer's tears flowed out.

"Don't cry, don't cry! How can there be an immortal person in the world, I am already very old at this age, isn't it good to be able to finish all my things and go happily?"

"Look at this telegram, this is Xiao Letian sent me, he begged me to do one thing, as long as it is done, he will promise me three things, you say how cost-effective this is! I must do this deal! I must promise him ......"

After reading the top-secret telegram, the old peasant's eyes straightened: "This, this, this...... If we do this, how many people will we offend? Have you thought about it, will anyone else listen to you?"

"That's why I asked you to make arrangements! Sometimes my sick tiger has to be powerful!"

The old farmer gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and the three green bricks suddenly cracked inch by inch: "Okay! I will listen to the handsome man all my life, and I will do what you ask me to do!"

Speaking of this, Zeng Guofan suddenly coughed violently, his face flushed unhealthily with his empty voice, and he couldn't stop coughing with a handkerchief gagged.

The old farmer's frightened face turned white, and he hurriedly helped Zeng Guofan to sit down, and then used his internal strength to caress the acupuncture points on the back of the handsome, and forcibly suppressed the cough, "Dashuai, take a rest...... Is your body okay?"

When the handkerchief was taken away, the old farmer's eyes shrank and the shocking red, and his tears flowed down in distress: "Dashuai, let's not have a meeting, let's not give Xiao Letian a horse and cow, we don't owe him!"

"But I owe the world! I owe all the beings in the world!" Zeng Guofan suddenly roared, "I have to atone for my sins! My Zeng family has been fighting for many years, and there are too many sins, I have to atone for my sins! I have to atone for my life! I can save as much as I can!"

"Bring me that thing......"

"What is it?" asked the old farmer, puzzled.

"Waste, I'm talking about the big smoking gun, bring me the big smoking gun and let me smoke two puffs......"

With a pop, the old peasant knelt on the ground and wept bitterly, "My handsome, don't you hate this thing the most? How can you smoke a lot, I beg you not to do this......

Zeng Guofan smiled bitterly and said, "You, you, look at my spirit, don't rely on big smoke to refresh me, can I have a meeting? Can I shock those people? I'm about to die, what do you pay attention to?"

"If I go out and let those people see a sick and weak handsome, and let them know that I have a life of one or two years at most, do you think they will be careful? Do you really think I can shock everyone?"

"When the tiger is old, he has to hide from the wolf! The emperor has to be bullied by villains when he is old, let alone me! Be obedient, bring the big smoking gun, I will take two sips to nourish my spirit, at least let me take this meeting down!"

Even coaxed and persuaded him, the old peasant really couldn't resist Dashuai, so he could only wipe his tears and order a pot of Indian horseshoe soil for Dashuai, and wait for Dashuai to anesthetize his sick body with drugs.

And at this moment, in the front meeting hall, the ninth marshal Zeng Guoquan walked into the hall with a gloomy face, and the generals of the Hunan army who arrived early hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Nine Shuai is good! Nine Shuai is auspicious! Nine Shuai will reveal some background to us, what are you going to do when Da Shuai urgently summons us?"