Nanjing was desolate in the late autumn, but the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion was bustling with activity. A huge round table was placed in the hall. Liu Ziguang was sitting at the table with his nine-month-old Liu Kuangkuang in his arms. The girls were sitting around, including Zhao Wen's seat.
Special soft cushions were installed, and there were four maids behind her who were ready to serve her. This was because Zhao Wen was already nine months pregnant, and she was pregnant with the Crown Prince of the Song Dynasty. Who dared not give birth to serve her?
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Speaking of which, Liu Kangyang was also strange. Normally, anyone could hug him, but as long as Liu Ziguang was present, he would have to ask his father to hug him. He could never be hugged by another person, otherwise his sharp cries would shake the house down, so Liu Ziguang had no choice but to hug him himself.
Never lose a moment, it is too shameful for the noble Marquis to hold a child. In these days of wealthy families, let alone the male master, even the mother will not hold the child all the time. That is the job of the nanny. The master and his wife will do it themselves.
That's called price reduction, kid.
However, Liu Ziguang did not talk about these clichés. He was away from home for a long time and was worried that he would not have time to communicate with his child. Naturally, he would not let go of him. He held the child in his left hand and held chopsticks in his right hand to eat and drink. From time to time, he dipped wine into Liu Yang's mouth.
When he put it in his mouth, Liu Kangyang burst into tears, making Liu Ziguang laugh happily.
Peng Jingrong said: "Today, the master returned to Beijing after winning the victory, and the family is about to have a new baby. It's really a reunion and a beautiful reunion. It's a pity that Sister Cheng can't come with us. I'm quite sorry. I don't know if her brain disease is better."
Liu Ziguang said: "It's still like that. As long as the two of them live comfortably, I will work hard and run in both directions. It doesn't matter."
Zhao Wen said: "When my son is born, I'm afraid you will run away. The crown prince of the Song Dynasty must grow up in China, and he will definitely not be able to live in Nanjing."
This had been agreed with the Lu Song Dynasty court a long time ago. His and Zhao Wen's children would inherit the Lu Song Dynasty. Both men and women would be crown princes. Naturally, a prince of a country would be raised in the Lu Song Palace. So although Liu Ziguang was not happy, he would
Must accept.
Zhao Wen will give birth next month, and Han Xueer's child will be born in half a year. Although Han Xueer no longer commits suicide, she never participates in any activities of the Marquis's Mansion. Peng Jingrong helped her build a small Buddhist hall in the backyard, and every day
It is funny to say that a pregnant woman is practicing meditation like others, but Peng Jinrong and others also understand Han Xueer's suffering. For her who is facing many conflicts, such meditation may be the best choice.
After eating, Peng Jingwei and Liu Maomao forcibly took the squealing Liu Kuangyang away to the back garden to play, leaving only Liu Ziguang, Peng Jinrong, and Zhao Wen sitting and talking. Peng Jinrong was Liu Ziguang's think tank, and Zhao Wen was left alone.
After all, he was from the royal family and had a keen sense of politics. It was just right to discuss Liu Ziguang's official career together.
Peng Jingrong said: "The military power has been handed over, what does the emperor say? I'm afraid he is smiling."
Liu Ziguang said: "The people in the old Zhu family are like this, suspicious by nature. Only in this way can I keep the whole family safe. I know all the things the emperor did behind the scenes. I have re-appointed Wei Zhongxian and established the Imperial Secret Service of the Thirteen Provinces to carry out civil and military inspections around the world."
Surveillance, alas, Ming Dynasty seems to be unable to escape the fate of spy rule."
Zhao Wen said: "Huh, forcing you to hand over military power. Zhu Youxiao is destroying the Great Wall. Let's see how many people in the entire Ming Dynasty can lead troops to fight. But you said that handing over military power will be safe. I don't think so. They Zhu
The Zhao family is not our Zhao family. The Zhao family can at most release their military power over a glass of wine, but the Zhu family will burn down the Qinggong Building. In my opinion, only having soldiers on hand can deter this foolish king."
Zhao Wen was not an Mingren, but she was also the noble Supreme Emperor, so naturally she spoke freely. Liu Ziguang didn't care to stop her nonsense, he just smiled lightly and said: "Fortunately, our family does not have anyone's eyes and ears hidden, otherwise based on your words
Our house can be ransacked."
Zhao Wen said: "Just copy, who is afraid of whom? Didn't we almost do it last time? How can we live in such a state of fear? After such great achievements, it has become a crime. I don't think you should hand over your military power."
If he forces you again, just do the opposite."
Liu Ziguang said: "The emperor did not force me this time. I voluntarily gave up the military power. Wouldn't it be better to solve the trouble before it comes? As for you talking about rebellion, I want to ask you, what should I rebel against?"
Zhao Wen said: "The north is already under your control. You are the Supreme Emperor of the Manchu Qing puppet court. You have soldiers and food in your hands. Why can't you rebel?"
Liu Ziguang shook his head, and just about to retort, Peng Jingrong spoke for him: "Although my husband controls half of the country, rebellion is absolutely impossible. Not to mention that the female family members and children at home are all in the capital, and even the family members of the Red Shirt Army are also in the capital.
In the capital, this restriction alone will prevent rebellion. Besides, do you think you can rebel if you have territory and people? You are totally wrong."
Zhao Wen said stupidly: "What else do you want? People's support? My husband is very popular with the people. If you raise your arms and raise your arms, countless people will definitely support you."
"People's support is of course important, but it is not the most important. The most important resources are complete industry and sufficient money and food. Do you know how much steel the Red Shirt Army needs to project in one salvo? How many ships are needed to maintain military supplies for a day? The Red Shirt Army
It is Xianggong's trump card and the strongest army in the world. However, this army has a weakness, that is, it must rely on strong logistical supplies. Without supplies, the Red Shirt Army is just an ordinary elite force with only 20,000 infantry and cavalry. How can it sweep across the battlefield?
World? The Red Shirt Army's logistical supplies all rely on production in workshops of various sizes in Jiangnan, and are all transported by ships from the China Merchants Bureau. In the event of a break with the imperial court, these logistics will be immediately interrupted. What will the Red Shirt Army use to fight? Swords, guns, bows and arrows? In a word
, the barren north is simply unable to support Xianggong’s rebellion.”
Liu Ziguang nodded and added: "That's why I handed over my military power to reassure the emperor. Besides, I really have no disobedience. What's the good of rebellion? It's just wearing a dragon robe and sitting in the golden palace. There is no freedom at all. You see
I usually don’t even wear a python robe. Do I care about wearing a dragon robe? Do I care about being an emperor? There has been a war and the war has devastated all living beings. We have been fighting and killing for more than ten years. What if we change the court? Can’t we just eat and live the same life? Is it possible?
Can I, Liu Ziguang, achieve success just by sitting on the throne? As long as Lao Zhu’s family doesn’t do anything that’s sorry to the people, I won’t go against it.”
Liu Ziguang spoke more reservedly, but both ladies understood what he meant. First, he had not been forced to that point, and second, he did not have the conditions yet, so he would not take risks. But lying dormant like this was not an option, and the North
The war has not yet been completely settled, and the war situation in the West is not optimistic. Sooner or later, Liu Ziguang will have to put on his military uniform again. When the time comes, he will perform meritorious deeds, and his achievements will still shock the master, and he will still be suspected. What should he do?
Peng Jingrong knew her husband-in-law well, and knew that this man who was less than thirty years old had climbed from a slave to his current position not only with his passionate martial arts, but also with a seemingly reckless but delicate heart. He was not only a hero,
When necessary, he will become a tyrant or even a traitor. It all depends on the attitude of others towards him. If he is treated honestly and honestly, Liu Ziguang will treat him as a brother. This can be seen by looking at the treatment of the brothers in the red shirts.
When Zhu Youxiao came out, those who were his enemies would not end well. Whether they were those who played with force or those who played with tactics, they were all killed by Liu Ziguang. If Zhu Youxiao forced Liu Ziguang to a certain point, he would never sit back and wait to be killed. He would definitely
It will be even better than what Cao Cao and Sima Zhao did.
"Then you need to make some preparations in advance. How about we move to the Song Dynasty? Or we can live in Beijing. I heard that the palace is so magnificent that it can accommodate four or five imperial palaces in the Song Dynasty."
Zhao Wen said.
Liu Ziguang already regretted leaving Zhao Wen to discuss important matters. It seemed that it would be more appropriate for her to fool around with Liu Mao Mao and the others. However, she was a pregnant woman and had to obey her words without scolding her. So Liu Ziguang said: "I'll definitely move them all away."
That's not possible. That would be a cover-up. I have already planned that the Red Shirt Military Dependent Village will be moved first, and secretly. Then, a copy of the technical materials from the Royal Academy of Sciences in Beijing will be sent to Beijing. I have already done so in Beijing.
After finding the address, after selecting suitable teachers, we will open Tsinghua University and Beijing Academy to establish a set of academic institutions for scientific research and theoretical thinking, and then factories and workshops in Jiangnan. We will encourage them to open factories in the north, give them land, and exempt them from taxes.
, I don’t believe that they are not tempted. This will not only benefit the country and the people, but also lay the foundation for me in the north. If something happens, I will have the capital to compete with Jiangnan. What do you think?"
"It's easy for us to talk, but what about Sister Zeng Cheng and Kuang Kuang? Once her mother and daughter leave, the Emperor will definitely become suspicious. How did you consider this?" Peng Jingrong asked with a frown.
"There is nothing we can do. Zeng Cheng must not move. If the eldest princess moves, it will tell the emperor that I am wary of him. Now I can only hope that the emperor will not attack the eldest princess and the child because of brotherly love."
Both Peng Jinrong and Zhao Wen were silent. The emperor is the emperor. Even though Liu Ziguang is so powerful, he has to bow his head in front of the imperial power. In this era, imperial power is the symbol of supremacy. Even if Liu Ziguang has the support of the people, he still has to consider the consequences of rebellion.
This is the result of thousands of years of poisoning by Confucianism. However, no matter how high the two women's ideological realm is, they cannot criticize Confucianism. On the contrary, Liu Ziguang had an idea and said: "How is the academy run by Gu Yanwu? I don't know how it is now."
Now that I'm leading the army, I might as well go to the academy and become a teacher."
"You? Just you?" Peng Jinrong and Zhao Wen asked with their eyes widened in surprise. It was hard for them to imagine that a martial artist who couldn't even recite hundreds of surnames and could write with a calligraphy brush like a dog could teach in an academy.