Hong Xu frowned, Zheng Zhilong's thoughts were the clearest he was thinking now. Zhu Linmiao was made out of Fujing by him Hong Xu on behalf of the Zheng Group, and cut the prince's title, which gave the emperor a great embarrassment. Since then, everyone in the court knows that the Marquis of Fujing is the most talker.

And now that this Zhu Linmiao has suddenly achieved such great military achievements, where did he get such a powerful new army in a few months? This must be the result of the Emperor's full support for him!

And the meaning of the emperor's move is very clear, if you can press the Hou Ping, I will be able to help him up again! This is a naked * slapping the face of the marquis!

At the moment, on the surface, this seems to be just a matter of regaining the title of Prince Zhu Linmiao, but in fact, it represents the wrestling between the Zheng clan and the Longwu forces.

The Imperial Party must not be allowed to turn King Chen over! But where do you start?

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he stepped out of the queue and glanced at He Kai first, "Lord He, who do you say enjoys peace?" But don't forget, if there are no soldiers under the command of the Marquis of Pingyu and the Marquis of Dingyu to guard Yongding Pass and Xianxia Pass, how can the peace of Fujing come? What's more, if there were no Fujian soldiers, the war situation in Jiangxi would not be as prosperous as it is today! ”

Yongding Pass and Xianxia Pass are important passes to enter Fujian, and his implication is to remind everyone in the court that the troops in Fujing are all surnamed Zheng. As for the battle situation in Jiangxi, Zheng Cai's point is naturally irrelevant, but it has to be mentioned.

"As for the King of Chenzhou," Hong Xu paused deliberately, "I remember that in August of the first year of Longwu, the Holy Majesty ordered him to bring 8,000 taels of silver to the labor army in various parts of the south of the Yangtze River. I have read the files of the Ministry of War, and there is no record of any army receiving labor money. ”

He smiled coldly, "Where are these eight thousand taels now?" Moreover, let Chenzhou Wang Jiangnan Laojun, but he is still in Fuzhou. Half a year, I only walked more than 800 miles, hehe, this speed is really not slow. ”

As soon as Hong Xu threw these words, Wang Xiaozhong immediately said in a loud voice: "The king of Chenzhou has come to slack off the heavy responsibility of the labor army, and secondly, he has been greedy for the money of the labor army to fill his own pockets, and the ministers please discuss his crimes!" ”

Immediately, Zheng Zhilong's subordinate Yang Geng shouted: "The king of Chenzhou raised private soldiers as a vassal king without the permission of the imperial court, and he was guilty of complicity in rebellion!" ”

As soon as these words came out, a large number of civil and military officials of the Zheng family and his party seconded the proposal, and no one mentioned the restoration of the princely title for King Chenzhou in an instant.

"Ridiculous!" Seeing the chaos in the court, Zhu Yuao, the king of Tang, shouted in a deep voice, "If there is no 'private soldier' of Lin Miao, Fuzhou is probably not my Ming now!" ”

The highest-ranking prince of the Longwu Dynasty spoke, and the officials loyal to the emperor immediately launched a counterattack.

Zhu Yujian only felt that there were thousands of ducks croaking back and forth in the court, and the good mood of receiving the good news disappeared without a trace in an instant.

As the king of a country, I can't even reward the sons and nephews of the clan who have made meritorious contributions! How deserving of this emperor is such a?!

His angry gaze swept over Zheng Zhilong, who had a smug look on his face, and he felt blood surging up his head when he landed.

That's the man! At the beginning, he pretended to support Lizhen, and he must mention the recovery of Jiangbei and the prosperity of Sheji, but now he uses the Ming Dynasty as a private weapon to stabilize his power in Fujing!

With him on the side, what else can I talk about?!

He instantly remembered Su Chengyu's plan to encircle Nanchang. Ganzhou is in the hands of Yang Tinglin, if Nanchang can be recovered, Jiangxi will be monolithic, rather than being in Fujing by the Zheng family, it is better to go to Jiangxi now!

Even if the war is not over yet, even if you sleep with the army, it is better than suffocating to death in the palace in Fujing! Hmph, what kind of palace is this? It's just a political envoy and a yamen! Where is the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty? is not even as good as Song Gaozong's Yangzhou!

Thinking of this, he slapped the armrest of the dragon chair hard and stood up, and said loudly: "Don't make any noise!" I decided to go to Jiangxi in person on the same day to see with my own eyes whether the king of Chenzhou had rebelled!

"During the period of my personal expedition, the king of Tang and the king of Deng supervised the country in Tianxing Mansion. Scatter the dynasty! He didn't wait for the Manchu Dynasty civil and military to react, and he had already brushed his sleeves away.

Pingyu Marquis Mansion.

Hong Xu said with a solemn expression: "Master Hou, or mark it down and let people jointly play, and ask the emperor to stop the pro-campaign?" ”

Zheng Zhilong smiled lightly and took a sip of tea, "No." ”

"Big brother," Zheng Zhibao said hurriedly, "If Long Wuzhen goes to Jiangxi, this righteous name will also go to Ganzhou." I'm afraid that the tens of thousands of Ming soldiers in Fujing will also have two thoughts......"

"He can't go."

Zheng Zhilong looked at Zheng Hongkui, who was sitting at the bottom, "Fourth, this emperor has the money to raise troops for his nephew in Jiangxi, why do we have to fill so much silver to the household department every month?" ”

Zheng Hongkui's eyes rolled when he heard this, and he immediately said, "Big brother, I know what to do." ”

At present, Fujing's tax and customs revenues are all controlled by the Zheng family, and after receiving the silver, a part of it is regularly allocated to the household department for the imperial court and military expenses.

Zheng Zhilong knew very well that without this money, the entire Longwu Imperial Court would have to stop!

In Jinxi City, the Dragon Guard Army is holding a funeral for the soldiers who died in the Battle of Fuzhou.

The heavy cavalry opened the way with white veils hanging on their horses.

More than a dozen pitch-black coffins were carried by hundreds of Dragon Guard soldiers, starting from the east gate of the city and slowly passing through the stone road in the center of the city.

"Hairbolt!"

"Bang!"

At regular intervals along the way, soldiers raised their flintlock guns and fired their guns into the air. At the back of the team were monks and Taoist priests who came spontaneously near Jinxi City, muttering incessantly incessantly incessantly.

Along the way, the people of Jinxi sent each other off. They knew that it was this heroic Ming army that fought to the death against tens of thousands of Qing troops at the Shuangchen River, which saved Jinxi City. Otherwise, the city must be full of Qing soldiers looting at this time, a purgatory-like scene on earth.

Moreover, this army is completely different from the previous Ming army, not only did it not rob the people and other atrocities, but also did not even distribute military rations, and even in order not to disturb the people, they did not even enter the city, and have been camping outside the city.

There are constantly simple people who worship the heroic spirit in the coffin, and they all have the same idea in their hearts, if the Ming soldiers are like this dragon guard, what are they afraid of, what are they afraid of? !

Along the way, the hearts of the soldiers of the Dragon Guard Army were similarly shaken. In the past, they were either ordinary people or soldiers of military households, who had seen them, let alone the scene of thousands of people in front of them.

They can feel that these people are grateful and reverent to them from the bottom of their hearts, which makes them instantly feel that their posture is tall, and a special "pride" has been surging up from the soles of their feet, perhaps, this is the "honor" that the guides said!

Life can be so brilliant, can be so admired, what is the regret of death?

The coffins were transported to the south gate of Jinxi City, loaded into the car, and transported to the heroes' respective hometowns.

All the officers and soldiers of the Long Wei Army stood up and saluted, and watched the carriages and horses go away.

Not far away, there was a continuous loud sound of artillery to see them off.

But the tablets of more than 70 heroes were left in the martyrs' ancestral hall in Jinxi City.