Zhu Hongyu lifted the quilt and stood up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
The lazy belt stretches the skeletal fascia, making a clicking sound.
When the eunuch came in to help him wash up, Zhu Hongyu gave instructions casually.
"Prepare 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 said to be quite simple!
At least it can't be compared to the hundreds of dishes that the Qing Emperor had in his meal.
Zhu Hongyu finished his breakfast in a leisurely manner and exercised a little to eliminate food.
Then he ordered the generals of the Ming army to be summoned for a meeting to discuss the next strategic direction.
At the meeting, Zhu Hongyu proposed the idea of recovering Nanjing, which was unanimously agreed by everyone.
After the Ming army rested in Zhenjiang for another day, Zhu Hongyu ordered the Ming army to move towards Nanjing.
The mighty army could be seen as far as the eye could see, and its red armor was dazzling.
The navy of the Ming Dynasty was patrolling on the water of the Yangtze River, and the tall hulls exuded a strong sense of oppression.
Wherever 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 army.
All the state capitals are waiting for the wind to fall, without exception!
As the army got closer and closer to Nanjing, the gentry and common people became more and more enthusiastic.
The soldiers of the Ming Army wantonly enjoyed the aftermath of the victory in the decisive battle in Jiangnan!
Wherever the army passed, people were full of enthusiasm.
…
Zhu Hongyu was sitting astride a horse, holding a telescope in his hand.
The lookout tube points to the end of the horizon, the city wall that is completely blue and gray and exudes a rich historical charm.
The hundreds of miles of Nanjing City Wall is like a blue-gray giant dragon, exuding powerful pressure just by lying down wherever it lies.
"Nanjing is right there!"
As the army got closer and closer to Nanjing City, Zhu Hongyu felt slightly agitated.
That’s Nanjing!
The place where Zhu Yuanzhang ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor and sent troops to the Northern Expedition!
The slogan "Drive out the Tartars, restore China, establish principles and discipline, and save the people of Sri Lanka!" was once sounded.
After experiencing the pain of national subjugation for the first time in history, the Han people became fourth-class people and stood up again.
Now, Ming Dynasty is about to regain his old capital!
Announce to the world that Ming Dynasty is back!
"Report! Your Highness, there are gentry and common people lining up outside Nanjing City to welcome you!"
A messenger came on horseback 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 Jiangnan. After learning that the Ming army was advancing towards Nanjing, it would be abnormal for the gentry and common people in Nanjing not to react.
"Send the order and speed up the march!"
“Today’s dinner will be in Nanjing city!”
Zhu Hongyu ordered casually.
After he gave the order, the Ming army's march speed suddenly accelerated and they continued to advance towards Nanjing City.
Not long after, Zhu Hongyu appeared on horseback outside Nanjing.
He came on horseback, and the strong horse made him even more heroic. The sword on his waist, the cloak behind him, and the armor on his body...
It all shows his status as the emperor!
A pair of eyes glanced around, and his face was obviously expressionless, but the wealthy gentry in Nanjing in front of him felt an unspeakable pressure.
"We, the fellow villagers, congratulate Master Wang on his return and regaining Nanjing!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live His Royal Highness the Jianguo!"
An old man in brocade clothes who took the lead said.
When the rest of the people saw this scene, they also spoke out one after another.
"We congratulate Master Wang on his return and regaining Nanjing!"
"Long live the Ming Dynasty! Long live His Royal Highness the Jianguo!"
"..."
Seeing this scene, Zhu Hongyu stroked his sleeves and said.
"Pingsheng!"
"Excuse me!"
As he spoke, he motioned to the guards around him to help all the people in front of him.
"His Royal Highness Jianguo can lead the Ming army to regain Nanjing and pacify the south of the Yangtze River. It is really a blessing for the Ming Dynasty and the world is lucky!"
The old man just continued to speak.
The attitude of please is very clear!
Zhu Hongyu nodded slightly and said.
"The reason why the Ming Dynasty was able to win the battle of Jiangnan was not due to Gu's work, but because of the will of the people and destiny!"
At this moment, a middle-aged man appeared outside the crowd and shouted loudly to Zhu Hongyu.
"I am the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty!"
"I came here to see His Royal Highness the Supervisor!"
"I am the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty, and I am here to see His Highness the Supervisor!"
"..."
The middle-aged man stood outside the crowd and shouted loudly, trying to attract Zhu Hongyu's attention.
As expected, Zhu Hongyu's attention was attracted by him and he looked over.
He ordered with some indifference in his tone.
"Bring people here!"
After he finished speaking, several Ming soldiers trotted over, and the middle-aged man who claimed to be Xu Wenjue's son was brought to Zhu Hongyu.
Zhu Hongyu squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.
This middle-aged man looked very embarrassed, his clothes were dirty, and his face was covered with dirt and oil.
His cheeks were full of chapped spots caused by the cold wind.
Most of his forehead was bare, except for a patch of hair on the back of his head, which still had some unshaved hair.
It was obvious that he had just cut off his braids.
Of course, he is not special in terms of hairstyle.
Now in front of Zhu Hongyu, every one of the wealthy gentry in Nanjing is wearing a hat.
If you take off your hat, your forehead will probably be shiny.
"Who are you?"
Zhu Hongyu asked with his voice still indifferent.
The man in front of me claims to be the son of Xu Wenjue, Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty, but who knows if he is lying.
If it was a lie, it would be easy to say that Zhu Hongyu would have ordered someone to send him away at most.
With his status, it's really not worth arguing with a liar.
But if what he said is true, then congratulations to him, he will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of his life!
Well, Zhu Hongyu will send him to Xiaoling, take care of food, food and housing, and keep him company for Comrade Lao Zhu!
To be honest, Zhu Hongyu didn't have the slightest fondness for Wei Guogong's lineage.
Xu Da was indeed a hero back then.
But his descendants also really pull their crotches!
Zhu Hongyu wanted to ask Xu Wenjue, the last Duke of Wei, that bitch, how could you beg for surrender from the Qing captives and surrender the city of Nanjing to the Qing Dynasty, which led to the collapse of the Hongguang Dynasty in the Southern Ming Dynasty?
Have you ever thought that you are worthy of your ancestor Xu Da and the kindness that the Ming Dynasty has shown to Wei Guogong and his family for more than two hundred years?
Of course, because of Xu Da's outstanding contribution to "driving out the Tartars and restoring China".
And Zhu Hongyu wants to establish a tolerant and kind persona for himself to calm the hearts of the world.
After all, 99% of the officials in the world have passed the vote!
This debt cannot be settled at all, it is a bad debt.
Although Zhu Hongyu was dissatisfied with Xu Wenjue, he was disgusted to his core by the behavior of Wei Guogong and his family surrendering to the Qing Dynasty.
But it’s really not like killing someone directly!
Sending people to the Xiaoling Mausoleum to sweep the tomb was the best choice Zhu Hongyu could think of.
Of course, after a month or two of sweeping graves, it is normal for someone to accidentally choke to death while eating, right?
To act behind the scenes instead of directly trying and convicting him can be regarded as Zhu Hongyu's respect for the martyr Xu Da!
Xu You rummaged around in his arms, took out a jade token, and said.
"Reporting to Your Highness, my father is Xu Wenjue, Duke of Wei in the Ming Dynasty!"