Entering from Dong'anmen to the ancient imperial city, it was once regarded as the garrison of the Eight Banners by the Tartars, and there were traces of palaces being destroyed and demolished everywhere.

This made it easier for Hou Xuanyan's troops to settle in. Hundreds of thousands of people entered the city. Hou Xuanyan ordered the camp on the spot. The Qing soldiers retreated in a hurry and fled to Jinling without taking anything. The Eight Banners garrisons were all available, and there were even pigs and sheep raised in captivity.

Hou Xuan said it was the only way to do it. If he ordered, he would set up a stove in the imperial city, kill pigs and sheep and drink it. The wine was the white wine from the Jinling Fukuo. This kind of wine was called "almost swallowing a knife and slapping the stomach and intestines", which means that the wine was strong and was suitable for soldiers who fought for a day.

The night was getting dark, and the soldiers lit a bonfire and gathered together in groups of three or five.

Hou Xuanyan, who was sitting in the head, looked at the scene and felt dizzy. Before he could drink, he felt drunk. After winning Jinling, there was great potential for everything in the world. There were always thousands of difficulties and dangers ahead, and tonight was also worth celebrating.

Hou Xuanyan picked up the wine glass and came down to talk to the soldiers. The wines and drinks blended together between the glasses. Hou Xuanyan took out a piece of meat from the pot, chewed and drank, and tried to walk through each bonfire.

This piece of meat is tasteless and tasteless. Hou Xuanyan, who developed a tricky taste in later generations, enjoyed eating it. Every soldier who looked at him had an indescribable glory in his eyes.

At the end of the drink, Hou Xuanyan, who was drunk, was carried by Qin He and came to a palace in the palace and slept all night.

The next day, as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw two figures in front of the bed. Hou Xuanyan shook his head hard and rubbed his eyes and saw that it was Xia Wanchun and Hong Yizhuo.

They lost Duoduo's traces, entered the city in the middle of the night, and came to Hou Xuanyan to apologize early in the morning.

Hou Xuanyan originally wanted to ask if Duoduo was caught, but when he saw the two of them looking very weak, he knew that the person had not been caught.

It is now autumn, and Hou Xuanyan, who woke up drunk, felt a chill on his body. Qin He was a man who was careless and put him on the bed, then went out to hold a knife and stood guard.

Hou Xuanyan sneezes, woke up a little, and asked, "Let him run away?"

Xia Wanchun and Hong Yizhuo's face turned red and they nodded together.

"There are many Tartars near Jinling. Let Li Haoxian send troops to guard all the passes near Yingtian Mansion, and add additional checkpoints to all official roads to conduct strict inspections. As long as they only speak Manchu, all those who are beheaded on the spot. You also send people to search around. As long as Duoduo has not crossed the river, you must find him even if you go through Jinling."

Xia Wanchun bowed his life, turned around and walked out of the hall. Hou Xuanyan grabbed Hong Yizhuo and said, "Have you all arrived in Jinling?"

Hong Yizhuo thought for a moment and said, "There are only about a hundred people."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and was about to speak, Qin He shouted outside: "General, Zhao Zhilong, the former garrison of the Nanjing garrison, asked for a meeting."

"This traitor, when Duoduo entered the city, he opened the door to offer the city. How dare he come to see me?" Although Hou Xuanyan was angry, he was also very curious about the purpose of this traitor coming.

"Let him come in."

Zhao Zhilong had the opportunity to escape, but he was reluctant to leave. He was a garrison in Nanjing. Before the fall of Nanjing Jinling, he was the most powerful person in Nanjing. His family, old and old were all in Jinling. After so many years of hard work, he could call the wind and rain in Jinling and even the entire Yingtian Mansion.

In his opinion, Hou Xuanyan cannot do without himself if he wants to completely control Nanjing. All he wants is official position and power. As for who his master is, Zhao Zhilong doesn't care at all.

Hou Xuanyan put on his official robe and was in a hurry to wash up under the service of his personal soldiers. Zhao Zhilong entered the hall and wore the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty's garrison's garrison. He whispered: "The lower official inherited Xinchengbo, and Zhao Zhilong, the hero of Nanjing, and paid homage to the Governor."

Hou Xuanyan wiped his face and cursed in his heart that there were such shameless people in the world. Today, he really opened his eyes. Nanjing, as a major city, once became the capital of the Southern Ming Dynasty. However, most of the civil servants and generals here were like weeds. The boundless love and romance on the Qinhuai River made this ancient capital of the Six Dynasties less storm and more affectionate. Some people commented on these people: their beaks are three feet long, their knees are softer than cotton, and their faces are thicker than iron. In summary, there are three characteristics: they can be said to be willing to kneel and have thick skin.

When Duoduo attacked Nanjing, these people did not even pretend to resist. More than 30 high-ranking officials, including Zhao Zhilong, Baoguo Duke Zhu Guobi, Duke Xu Jiujue, Longping Hou Zhang Gongri, Grand Secretary Wang Duke Wang Duo, Cai Yichen, Minister of Rites Qian Qianyi, Left Censor Li Zhan, etc., opened the city gates, knelt in the suburbs of heavy rain, and welcomed the arrogant Eight Banners soldiers into the city and regarded them as their masters.

Thinking of this, Hou Xuanyan looked bad, looked at Zhao Zhilong, and asked casually: "What's wrong with Lord Zhao coming?"

Zhao Zhilong said angrily: "When Duoduo entered the city, he drove the Han people out of the east and north areas of Jinling for the Qing soldiers to live. These poor people were left on the streets and were homeless. Now the Qing soldiers have been wiped out by the Governor, which is very satisfying. The following officials' opinions, the adults should post notices to let the people go home."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and said to the personal soldiers beside him: "Go out and pass my orders, just do what he said."

Zhao Zhilong was overjoyed and thought that he would definitely escape this time and would have a chance to become an official again.

Hou Xuanyan stared at him with interest and asked, "Is there anything else that Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Zhilong said with a smile: "Xiaoguan and others prepare a banquet. I hope the Governor will admire him and condescend to Xiaguan's mansion."

Hou Xuanyan gently patted his legs to relieve the pain of riding a horse for a day, and said, "I'll give it a discount for the banquet."

Zhao Zhilong's eyes were stunned. Since Hou Xuanyan said last night that he wanted to deal with them who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, he had to come here to ask for a meeting with him for a long time. But he never expected that Hou Xuanyan would openly ask for bribes. But he was secretly happy that as long as this kid was greedy for money, the honorary ministers and gentry in Jinling, all the wealth in his hands would be enough to make him a local bun in a small Jiading place crazy.

Zhao Yilong asked with a humble smile: "The official is stupid and can't calculate the value of this banquet. I hope the master will tell you."

Hou Xuanyan laughed and said, "Not much, no matter how much you have, that is, all your property, plus the silver you sold by your wives, concubines and daughters, and the heads of your male relatives. These add up to a good deal."

Zhao Yilong's legs became weak and he knelt on the ground, trembling and sweating like rain.

"Master General, please spare your life!"
Chapter completed!