After drinking a few cups of tea before eating, Wen Anzhi inspected Deng Ming for a while by the way, it is hard to imagine that a young man will have extensive geographical knowledge, but he is extremely ignorant of human accidents and local customs and habits, which seems to be similar to a common man who does not leave his home for a hundred miles, this contradiction on Deng Ming's body is really incredible, Wen Anzhi's face is silent, but his heart is more and more suspicious:

"Just in his early twenties, he knows a little about the famous mountains and rivers in the country, it seems that he is not hearsay, has he been running around all the time in the past 20 years? But if that's the case, why is he so ignorant of the local people? Did he never speak to anyone when he traveled? ”

Wen Anzhi, who is already seventy-seven years old, has never encountered such a bizarre and difficult question in his life, and if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that there was such a person in the world.

Soon the meal was served. In the evening, Wen Anzhi usually only drank some porridge, and prepared rice and some chicken for Deng Ming, and he signaled that Deng Ming did not have to be polite, and could chat while eating.

Deng Ming was already very hungry, and when he smelled the smell of food, he felt even more hungry, and he asked with a smile, "There are shiitake mushrooms in the dish, right?" Thank you Inspector for your hospitality. ”

After saying that, Deng Ming lifted the lid of the casserole sent to him, and he didn't notice that Wen Anzhi, who was about to drink porridge when he raised the bowl, suddenly stopped motionless, he originally planned to wait for Deng Ming to open the lid and then observe his movements. The smell of stewed chicken with mushrooms in the casserole came to the face, just as Deng Ming had guessed just now, there were two pieces of black sè shiitake mushrooms in the casserole, exuding a mouth-watering aroma.

As soon as Deng Ming's words entered his ears, Wen Anzhi sighed in his heart: "He really knows!" ”

At this time, shiitake mushrooms are only produced in some places in Fujian and Zhejiang, and they grow on a special kind of wood, and only by using this kind of tree can they get a unique smell. In the seventeenth century, there was no future ability to control the breeding environment, and although the mushrooms were cultivated in other places, they were similar in appearance, but they had no aroma, so they could only deceive people who had never seen the authentic products. This shiitake mushroom is part of the luxury goods that Zheng Chenggong paid tribute to the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven sent people to reward Wen'an last year when he gave him ten, all of which were genuine products from the place of origin, and the aroma was very strong.

If Deng Ming didn't know this thing, he couldn't be sure that he was not a royal disciple - in the past, the local government must have paid tribute to shiitake mushrooms every year, but after all, běijīng fell more than ten years ago, if he was really like Zhao Tianba said that he was a descendant of Emperor Lie, he should have been very young at that time, and he would remember it so clearly.

Fujian and Zhejiang are all occupied by the Qing court, because of the perennial war and the production and circulation of zhì shrink, so the mushroom is more precious and rare, and ordinary people do not have this mouthful. If Deng Ming hadn't tasted it when he was a child, he really didn't know what opportunities he would have when he grew up. Wen An's heart turned, and he didn't even feel the taste of the porridge in his mouth.

"But he traveled so far and wide that he should not be regarded by ordinary people." Thinking of this, Wen Anzhi decided to test it again: "Where did Mr. Deng eat shiitake mushrooms before?" ”

"At home," Deng Ming has no idea about the production of wild shiitake mushrooms, and he used to see big bags of shiitake mushrooms in the supermarket, so he never felt that it was a luxury: "Shiitake mushrooms are good at any kind of cuisine." ”

Wen Anzhi chuckled again in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Does Mr. Deng often use shiitake mushrooms to cook at home?" ”

"Sometimes, stewed meat, steamed fish, stir-fried shredded mushroom meat, or shiitake mushroom rape or something." Deng Ming replied casually.

"Well, stir-fry rape with shiitake mushrooms?" Wen Anzhi's tone became a little strange.

"Yes," this question made Deng Ming also feel confused, isn't this a common dish, there are restaurants all over the street. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, remembering that when he went to the south before, people in Zhejiang called rape greens, and hurriedly added: "Rapeseed is greens." ”

Wen Anzhi stared at Deng Ming twice, sure that he would not look away, what this person said was indeed the truth, it seems that his family had used rare shiitake mushrooms to fry rape, and this young man obviously did not regard shiitake mushrooms from the origin as some great luxury, and his status was not far from that of green vegetables.

Sighing secretly in his heart, Wen Anzhi felt that Deng Ming's previous material living standard was unheard of by himself - the material living standard of the twenty-first century was originally unimaginable to people in the seventeenth century, and it was much higher than the level that the immortals in the minds of people in this era could enjoy.

"Gave him two...... Lost. Wen Anzhi saw that the things he treasured were not taken seriously by the guests at all, and he also regretted it a little in his heart. But soon he secretly laughed at himself and suppressed this little childish thought - although it was something sent by the Son of Heaven from afar, even if he ate it, he should not be too stingy after all, right?

"The old man was lucky in the second year of the Apocalypse, and he gave the Jinshi and the first." When Wen Anzhi spoke, he looked at Deng Ming with blazing eyes.

"Oh," Deng Ming didn't understand the other party's psychology at all, seeing Wen Anzhi staring at him, he estimated that there was some subtext in the other party's words, but Deng Ming didn't understand it after thinking about it for a long time, so he guessed whether the other party wanted to show off in front of outsiders - although Deng Ming felt that Wen Anzhi was so old that there was no need to show off to himself, but he still complimented: "The superintendent is talented." ”

Wen Anzhi was really a little crying and laughing after hearing this. Jinshi and the first are certainly a great thing, but how can he have the heart to show off in front of such a young descendant? Wen Anzhi further reminded: "The first emperor ...... Emperor Yi gave the old man Hanlin Academy to edit. ”

"Ah," Deng Ming didn't know that the Wen Inspector in front of him was a Shujishi, but now although he knew, the only feeling was: "This person is really good at studying", as for what 'folding' Emperor Deng Ming didn't know who he was referring to. However, just now Wen Anzhi said that he was a jinshi in the second year of the Apocalypse, and he should have referred to the Emperor of the Apocalypse. Deng Ming didn't dare to test it, and he didn't know what to say, so he continued to say respectfully: "The superintendent has learned people, and he deserves his name." ”

Wen Anzhi looked at Deng Ming seriously for a while, observing whether the other party was pretending to be confused. It seemed that his expression was serious, Wen Anzhi sighed softly, his words had already been said so clearly, why didn't the other party understand it?

"Emperor Longen, the old man has not forgotten it for decades. The old man often thinks that if he is lucky enough to meet the prince of the emperor, the old man will fight for this life, and he must protect the prince! "Wen An's words are categorical, and there is the sound of gold and stone. Although he didn't like to show his attitude so explicitly, the other party just couldn't understand it, so he had to speak clearly. What he meant was: If you are Chongzhen's orphan, hurry up and say that I, Wen Anzhi, am not a courtier drawn up by a certain vassal king, but a dignified protégé of the Son of Heaven, and a Hanlin appointed by your emperor. Even if Yongli reigns, I will definitely not be against you.

Although he was a little sluggish before and lacked understanding of Wen Anzhi's hints, as soon as these words came out, Deng Ming also understood what Wen Anzhi was asking, Deng Ming sighed, got up and apologized: "Inspector Mingjian, I am really not a lost clan, and I have nothing to do with Emperor Lie." ”

Wen Anzhi is still a courtier of the Yongli court, and if his remarks just now spread, it will be difficult for others to evaluate him: they may praise him for his loyalty, or they may blame him for being half-hearted. Wen Anzhi made a lot of determination to say such obvious words, and seeing that Deng Ming was still pushing back, Wen Anzhi was suddenly furious in his heart, and asked loudly: "Do you have any doubts about the old man, can't you believe what the old man said?" ”

The high-pitched voice rumbled in the room, and Deng Ming knew that the other party was already angry, but he also sighed in his heart: You may doubt my identity for various reasons, and you may also hope that I am really the prince of Chongzhen, and in this situation, you will even feel that this is a miracle of God. But as soon as I nod my head, you will immediately ask all kinds of questions, and if it is a poor people who have no knowledge, maybe I can still be fooled, but how can I be in front of you? I don't even know how Chongzhen's son should be ranked, and I don't know what the name of the third prince in your mouth is. Not to mention, I also have to report what I have seen and heard, and what I have lived over the years. I have only one way to resolutely deny it, and even if I admit that it is a clan, it will not take long to be exposed.

So Deng Ming got up again and bowed to apologize: "The superintendent is angry, he is indeed just an ordinary person. ”

The two confronted each other for a moment, and Wen Anzhi saw that Deng Ming did not change his words at all, so he reluctantly sent the guest away.

If Deng Ming admits that he is a clan, then Wen Anzhi will most likely be suspicious, but now Deng Ming insists that he is not, Wen Anzhi is suspicious of him, just because of some unspeakable secrets that he can't reveal the truth.

"I talked about that just now," Wen Anzhi recalled, feeling that from Deng Ming's expression, he really didn't have any doubts about his words: "He still refuses to reveal his identity, it should indeed not be the orphan of Emperor Lie." I don't know which king it is? But if it weren't for the orphans of the Lie Emperor, where would these paintings of the imperial city begin......"

Of course, Wen Anzhi didn't dare to paint the imperial city, and he didn't see anyone painting it, but he didn't know what the rules were in the palaces of various places, and after pondering for a while, he thought of a reason: "Maybe there are pictures of the imperial palace in each palace, so that the princes of the domain can also know and worship." ”

"Mo is not the Tang King!" Wen Anzhi pondered which king would deny his identity in front of him in every possible way. His heart moved, after the martyrdom of Emperor Longwu, the King of Xiao Tang and Emperor Yongli competed for the throne, and the battle was very fierce, and Yongli was once pursued by the army of King Xiao Tang very wolf. Later, King Xiao Tang was captured and killed by the Qing soldiers, which can also be said to be in order to compete for the throne, and the main force was used to attack Yongli.

The more Wen Anzhi thought about it, the more reasonable it became: "The city of Guangzhou was broken, and when King Xiao Tang and Master Su were martyred, it was rumored that a eunuch fled with his son. But Shizi was only five years old at the time, and then there was no news, and everyone thought that it was not strange to die in this troubled world, well, the age seems to be right. ”

Emperor Longwu and Emperor Shaowu were much braver than other clan kings, and they had all been to the front line to boost the morale of the army, and Wen Anzhi believed that Deng Ming's combat style was completely inherited from his predecessors - since he no longer suspected that Deng Ming was a liar, then Deng Ming's exploits were objectively recognized by Wen Anzhi. Now he has a high opinion of Deng Ming, and in his heart he actually hopes that he does have royal blood, and he can come out when the building is about to collapse.

If Deng Ming was the Young Tang King, then his previous wariness of Wen Anzhi would have become understandable. Because Longwu had recruited Wen Anzhi as an official, but he did not apply, but Yongli made a move and he came out to serve as a supervisor, in the eyes of people with a heart, it was naturally Wen Anzhi's expression of dissatisfaction with the Tang Dynasty. Although this is not Wen Anzhi's intention, he can also understand this kind of thought, and when he thinks of this, Wen Anzhi decides to go to the side tomorrow to knock on the side.

The next day, Wen Anzhi cautiously mentioned the king of Tang, and as he expected, Deng Ming's enthusiasm for Longwu and Shao Wu was obviously higher than Chongzhen.

Deng Ming was mistaken by the Ming army for Chongzhen's descendants, and now whenever he heard someone mention Chongzhen, he was nervous, and he was on guard to avoid saying the wrong thing, and he didn't have so many worries about Tang Wang. And Deng Ming, the courage of the Son of Longwu, also heard a little, and felt that this Southern Son of Heaven was different, so naturally there were more words - the people around him were all courtiers of the Ming Dynasty, I don't praise Chongzhen, I'm afraid you will misunderstand, but it's no problem to sing a few words of praise to Longwu, okay?

After returning to the study, Wen Anzhi smiled slightly and said to himself: "It's cheap." ”

Wen Anzhi wrote a letter, and after he finished writing, he summoned Zhao Tianba and told him bluntly: "The old man thinks that Mr. Deng is likely to be the king of the Young Tang Dynasty, and plans to sue Sù Yanping about this matter, the old man does not have effective manpower at hand, are you willing to go to Fujian?" ”

Zhao Tianba lowered his head and thought, the other party didn't hide it from him, but could he agree or even facilitate this matter? If Zheng Chenggong heard that King Tang might still be alive after that, he felt that he might contribute more to the Ming Dynasty if he had more hope. If Deng Ming is really the king of the Shaotang Dynasty and has the support of the Zheng family, what will happen to the Yongli Heavenly Son who will be supported by Xiying in the future? If anything happens, how should Xiying deal with itself?

"Portal's view." Wen Anzhi saw Zhao Tianba's hesitation, and sighed softly: "Zhao Qianhu, if it was placed two years ago, when the King of Jin was in the power of Huguang, the old man would not have persuaded him whether you went or not, but now...... Is it still time to have a gateway view? ”

Zhao Tianba raised his head and looked at the old supervisor in front of him.

Hongguang and Longwu both recruited him as an official, but at that time, Wen Anzhi felt that he was too old to take on heavy responsibilities, so he did not go out of the mountain. But when the Yongli Imperial Court was already in danger, Wen Anzhi resolutely came out of this precarious regime despite the fact that he was approaching eighty. During this period of time, when he heard that the Qing army was attacking Kunming, Wen Anzhi gathered the generals to counterattack regardless of the bumps and fatigue, and personally led the troops to Chóngqìng. The phrase "desperate" is used to describe hard work most of the time, but it is a real fact for Wen Anzhi.

"I will set off for Fujian, and I will definitely deliver the letter of the superintendent to Yanping safely." Zhao Tianba replied angrily. Although there will be many difficulties and obstacles along the way, he is very confident. After handing over the task, Wen Anzhi taught Zhao Tianba for a while, telling him how to answer if Zheng Chenggong asked.

……

Xiamen, Fujian

In the past few days, the number of Ming soldiers guarding outside the tent has at least doubled, and everyone is holding their breath, not whispering, and not even daring to breathe through the atmosphere, for fear of making a little noise. Because of the arrival of distinguished guests, Zhang Huangyan, the secretary of the Ming Military Department, had just arrived from Zhoushan not long ago to discuss the military aircraft with the king of Yanping County.

The two have been discussing for several consecutive years, and when they returned to their residence today, Zhang Huangyan was quite excited on his face, and said to the staff and guards around him: "It's decided, we want to attack Nanjing!" ”

"Ahh Hearing this, these people immediately let out exclamations. In the past few days, Zhang Huangyan and Zheng Chenggong have been talking secretly between the two of them, so even their henchmen don't know what they talked about. However, now that we have a conclusion, we need to reveal a little bit to the heart to start the preliminary preparations.

Over the years, the Qing army has put more and more pressure on the Ming army in the coastal areas, and the Ming army that insisted on the coastal areas of Liangguang and Fujian constantly abandoned their base areas and gathered here to gather here at the king of Yanping County.

After arriving in Xiamen, Zhang Huangyan heard Zheng Chenggong complain, saying that his soldiers and horses had exceeded 140,000, and they were still increasing, and it was not easy to seize half of Fujian and raise such a huge army with military dependents. At present, Zheng Chenggong still has some reserves, and these troops have also brought some family funds, but Zheng Chenggong has not been able to conjure up a cornucopia of military rations. The same problem is also plaguing Zhang Huangyan, the resistance movement in Zhejiang and Shandong is whirling and extinguishing, and the defeated rebel army will flee to Zhoushan if there is a chance, and now Zhang Huangyan also has an army of 40,000, and he cannot afford to raise it on the Zhoushan Islands alone.

Like Zheng Chenggong, Zhang Huangyan's new army was not as easy to control as their original lineage, and the army was mixed, coming from all over the world, and the disputes and contradictions in the army were also increasing. If it is impossible to establish prestige by a victory, and to support soldiers and military dependents by seizing large territories, then Zhang Huangyan estimates that the combat effectiveness of the army will begin to decline sharply after half a year to a year when the materials are exhausted.

In the course of several days of discussions, Zhang Huangyan and Zheng Chenggong unanimously rejected the plan to make a small fuss in Fujian or along the coast of Zhejiang, and the mountainous areas of eastern Zhejiang and eastern Fujian simply did not meet the needs. Nanking! Only Nanjing has enough influence, and only by obtaining a large territory in the south of the Yangtze River can the nearly 200,000 troops in the hands of Zheng Chenggong and Zhang Huangyan and the countless families behind the army be supported.

"In order to attack Yungui, the Tartars transferred jīng rui from all over the country, and Jiangnan was no exception, not only the army, but also the sailors were also sent upstream to protect the grain ships from being intercepted by the Wen Governor. Nanjing was empty, and it could not withstand the thunderous blow of our 200,000 officers and soldiers. After briefly introducing some of the plans reached, Zhang Huangyan expressed his concerns to these henchmen: "But what is worrying is after the capture of Nanjing. ”

"What," a young staff member immediately asked, "Isn't Yanping still willing to support King Lu?" ”

"yes." Zhang Huangyan did not say it explicitly, but hinted at Zheng Chenggong: the war in the southwest does not seem to be very beneficial to the imperial court, and if something happens, Zhang Huangyan will support the former Lu Jianguo to inherit the unification. But Zheng Chenggong changed the topic with a haha, and didn't answer Zhang Huangyan's words at all.

Zhang Huangyan was helpless about this, and the staff around him did not have any good ideas. Back then, King Xiao Tang and the Son of Heaven fought to the death, everyone knew that Zheng Chenggong was the hardcore of King Xiao Tang, and King Xiao Tang gave Zheng Chenggong the surname not to mention, but also gave him the name "Success".

"Is it because their father and son killed the minister of the prison country on the order of Longwu?" One of the staff members asked.

"King Lu said that he didn't care about this matter for a long time." Zhang Huangyan replied.

"That's because the Zheng family was ordered by the Tang King to rob King Lu's military rations?"

"King Lu said that he didn't care about this matter." Zhang Huangyan said that he had also conveyed King Lu's kindness.

"That's to block King Lu's recruitment back then?"

"Or did he participate in coercing and coercing King Lu to give up the name of the prison state?"

A few more people guessed it, and Zhang Huangyan always shook his head. King Lu's magnanimity He repeatedly said to Zheng Chenggong: "No, King Lu also said that he didn't care about these things for a long time." ”

"So the danger is still after the recovery of Nanjing," Zhang Huangyan said to his staff: "It's hard to understand that Yanping is thinking about where to give the Tang King an heir, so we can neither send troops in this battle, nor can we completely join forces with Yanping......" In short, we can't let Zheng Chenggong take all the credit alone: "If Yanping reveals this intention at that time, we must fight with reason and dispel his idea." ”

……

Politely sending Zhang Huangyan away, Zheng Chenggong pondered in the camp tent, not thinking about the military affairs of attacking Nanjing-Nanjing emptiness, which should not be a big problem, but thinking about how to act after capturing Nanjing.

Since ancient times, there is no greater merit than support, and conversely, there is no greater sin than support for mistakes. Not to mention far away, look at Yu Qian and Shaobao of this dynasty, and it is impossible to escape death with great credit. Yu Shaobao has not led the troops to fight against the Son of Heaven like Zheng Chenggong. Whenever Zheng Chenggong remembered that one day the Son of Heaven would reign in the world, he felt endless fear and despair.

Zhang Huangyan and himself were originally sympathetic, but after seeing the opportunity to capture Nanjing, his mind began to move, and he also said that King Lu was magnanimous and did not blame the past: "The enmity between King Lu and me is no less than that of the Son of Yongli and me." I don't care about the past ten years, but if I don't take it to heart, how can I remember everything so clearly? ”

It's a pity that the Tang King is gone. Although he heard that the prince was being held and fled when the city of Guangzhou was broken, there was no news of Zheng Chenggong after he inquired, and he obviously died young, otherwise there was no reason why he would not find his army for so many years. Several times Zheng Chenggong was secretly ruthless to find someone to impostor, but Zhang Huangyan was not so easy to fool. In the end, I gave up.

"This time to recover Nanjing is a great achievement, I want to cry on the filial piety tomb of Taizu first, and then cry after the city is broken, and then I will pick a son of the clan to pass on to the king of Tang." Zheng Chenggong also knew that this was not in line with the etiquette and the courtier's festival, and it would definitely be fiercely opposed, but it was a matter of family fate, and it was a great achievement to do it: "Well, I will bring one with the army, and after the city is broken, I will do it on the filial piety tomb!" ”——

The author's note: There is an outline, but the manuscript is strict and nervous, and after discussion, for the sake of quality, it will be more than 6,000 words today, and it will be more than 6,000 words tomorrow, and it will not be changed on the weekend, how about it?