Zhu Yujian was stunned and almost couldn't tell the truth.
"With tens of thousands of troops, can't they control Fuzhou?"
"Your Highness, there is more than one Fuzhou in Fujian!"
Zheng Sen shook his head and smiled bitterly: "King Yu proclaimed himself emperor in Nanjing and took over the position of the late emperor. People's hearts are already unstable."
"Really?" Zhu Yujian looked at the young man in front of him, moved his mouth, and said hesitantly: "What do you Zheng family think?"
"Your Highness!" Zheng Sen lowered his head and said with some shame: "Although my father has not made a decision yet, he must be not far away."
As soon as Zhu Yujian closed his eyes, a feeling of fainting emerged, and he forcibly controlled his body. His lips were thirsty: "Is that so? Is that so?"
Zheng Sen couldn't bear to look any further and could only lower his head and remain silent.
Obviously, although it is not stated explicitly, it is no different from saying it explicitly.
"That's it, that's it!"
After a long time, Zhu Yujian enlightened himself: "King Yu has a good reputation. I don't think he will treat me badly."
He handed over his hand and Zheng Sen left quickly, as if someone was chasing him.
After leaving the palace, soon the huge Nan'an Marquis Mansion stood in front of us.
Since returning to the imperial court in the early years of Chongzhen, the Zheng family has established itself in Quanzhou and spread throughout Fujian.
Nowadays, his father Zheng Zhilong has risen from a guerrilla general to the commander-in-chief of Fujian Town, and was also named Marquis of Nan'an (Zheng Zhilong's hometown), which can be said to be infinite glory.
However, the joy brought by King Tang only lasted for a few months, and gradually withered under the glory of King Yu, even becoming as dangerous as duckweed.
"Sir, I'm waiting for you!"
As soon as he entered the door, Zheng Sen was greeted by a servant, changed his clothes, and then went to the study.
Although Zheng Zhilong was said to be a pirate, he was born in a family of subordinate officials and felt that he did not study much, so Zheng Sen was required to study and obtain fame.
"Father!"
Entering the study room, I saw Zheng Zhilong's pampered face with anxiety written on it. He was holding a book and could not sit still.
On the side, uncle Zheng Hongkui had a gloomy face, sitting silently and looking very reserved.
"Fusong, how are you?"
Seeing his son come back, Zheng Zhilong sat up straight and asked in a deep voice.
"The King of Tang agreed."
"Well, it's quite interesting."
Zheng Zhilong nodded, but the sadness on his face was not less.
"Brother, what are you afraid of? We'll have to fight in the worst case. If that doesn't work, just go to the sea and have a good time."
Zheng Hongkui, whose real name is Zheng Zhifeng, is also a Jinglu Marquis who has made great achievements. Ze Wengsheng said.
"That's easy to say. How can I stay at sea for the rest of my life? Our hometown is in Nan'an. If you can run away, a monk can't run away from the temple."
Zheng Zhilong shook his head and rejected the proposal without hesitation.
Not to mention anything else, it took three or four years of effort and one hundred thousand taels of silver to build a mansion in his hometown of Nan'an, but he couldn't bear to give it up.
Furthermore, if he is used to life on land, he will not be able to bear the lack of food and clothing when he returns to sea.
Zheng Hongkui had no choice but to spread his hands and said: "Then we can only ask Emperor Shaowu to show mercy and spare our lives."
"Father and uncle, if you have come all the way from Huguang to this point, you must not be a fool."
Zheng Sen had been to Huguang and knew the character of King Yu, so he said bluntly:
"We, the Zheng family, have three thousand ships and two hundred thousand soldiers. After all, we are also a hegemon on the sea. The emperor is now committed to the Northern Expedition. He will definitely win over us and will not mess around."
"That's a good thing to say."
Zheng Hongkui nodded and said: "Brother is too careful, what do we, the Zheng family, fear?"
"Bah, you have the nerve to say that?"
Zheng Zhilong watched the uncle and nephew singing and couldn't help laughing and scolding: "The late emperor asked you to guard Zhenjiang, but you ran away before you could fight for an hour. If you were evenly matched, what would I be afraid of?"
Zheng Hongkui was a little embarrassed and said helplessly: "Brother, the Guazhou Navy surrendered to the enemy, and the Qing army is really powerful. If I hadn't withdrawn quickly, I would have lost at least several thousand men!"
Hearing this again, Zheng Sen was speechless.
The King of Yu fought hard against Wu Sangui and won, but it would be difficult for you to defend the city.
Zheng Zhilong was also helpless. He waved his hands and said: "A war at sea is different from a war on land. You can't win with more people."
Zheng Zhilong saw clearly the problem of his own infantry being weak.
Although there are 200,000 people, this includes the sailors who operate the more than 3,000 ships and do business there.
Those who can really be mobilized to fight are only 20,000 to 30,000.
And can sailors who are accustomed to decks also be able to maneuver on land?
His younger brother Zheng Hongkui explained this point profoundly: Even if he trains in every possible way, there is nothing he can do.
Therefore, there was only one route before him - to surrender to the imperial court.
As for whether it was the Manchu Qing court or the Ming court, there is no doubt about it. Water far away cannot dissolve the fire close.
"Although Fusong is right, in the end it is just a matter of family."
Zheng Zhilong pondered: "We still have to send someone to Nanjing to negotiate and send some gold, silver and jewelry to the elders and ministers, so that they can speak for us and plead for mercy."
"As for the Emperor!"
Speaking of this, Zheng Zhilong looked at his son standing tall and couldn't help but said: "Fusong, you can go to Nanjing and personally deliver the gifts from my Zheng family to the emperor. This will show your sincerity."
"Only you can reassure me about this matter."
"The child will definitely live up to his father's trust!"
Zheng Sen nodded, his eyes full of determination.
"But Fu Song's safety?" Zheng Hongkui couldn't help but asked with concern.
"Don't worry, as long as our Zheng family is still there, Fusong will not be in any danger."
Zheng Zhilong regained his calm thinking.
…
"Hou Ying?"
Xuzhou City.
Gao Jie was lying on the bed, with several maids serving him. Looking at his wife Xing's leisurely look, he felt quite energetic.
Pushing the maid who was fanning away, Gao Jie opened his robe to expose his scarred chest, took out a few pieces of ice from the ice basin and rubbed it on his chest.
For a while, it was difficult to understand his anger.
"What?" Mr. Xing's eyes moved: "You are so angry."
"Does that make sense to you?"
Gao Jie couldn't help but said: "During the late emperor's time, I was the Prince of Xingping, but now I am only the Marquis of Ying, or the Marquis of Deshijiang. How can this be justified?"
"Wu Sangui is the king of the county. I'm not even the Duke of the country."
Mr.
"As for the prince, the emperor gives it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"
"Why don't you dare? I have an army of 200,000..."
At the end of the sentence, Gao Jie's voice became a little softer.
He also knows the truth.
After all, whether it is due to the merits of the dragon or the support, it is not too much. To get this title, you have to have the face of the 200,000 troops.
And this was also based on the information provided by King Yu.
"I'm afraid you deserve your life, but you don't deserve it!"