Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Zhang Mao led the vanguard Xiaoqi to rush all the way. When the army arrived in Henan, he had just rested. He had to wait for the scouts to report before continuing south.

Zhang Mao comes from a family of military officers, although the current situation is extremely urgent, but he is still meticulous, not daring to be negligent, and never daring to be greedy for merit.

When he arrived at the big tent, he took off his armor and called the generals to the big tent.

Zhang Mao looked tired, but his eyes were fixed on the map. In his heart, he already had the worst plan.

If His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is killed, then His Majesty will definitely be furious. At this time, it will definitely not be a decisive battle in Anqing. After all, after all, it will never be allowed. Waiting for King Ning's navy to go down the river to capture Anqing If the decisive battle in Anqing fails, then Nanchang must be attacked urgently. Once this happens, I am afraid that the court will lose a lot.

But at this moment, a scout from outside rushed in: "Grandpa, there is a flying horse from Nanchang on the road, and it was robbed by the humble."

"From Nanchang?" Zhang Mao was taken aback.

He looked at the person who came, and said in his heart, could it be that King Ning sent someone to provoke him, or did His Royal Highness have news?

Even... maybe impossible, King Ning has already rebelled?

This battle is very important to Zhang Mao.

He has a prominent family background, and he hopes to continue the glory of the Zhang family by himself.

Zhang Mao took a step forward: "Where is the person?"

Several personal soldiers escorted one person in.

The man was obviously beaten, and he murmured, "I am an officer of the emergency delivery shop, you must not treat me like this..."

The other generals raised their heads one after another, looking at the person coming.

Zhang Mao sternly said, "Who are you from Nanchang? What news?"

"This is four hundred li urgently. It is sent to the Secretary of General Administration. Ordinary people are not allowed to open it." The officer said.

"Fuck you, do you know who I am?" Zhang Mao was anxious.

The battle is raging, so there is no need to worry about it: "Come here, get his urgent report."

Several personal soldiers came forward, and they held down the poor servant. Someone snatched the wax-sealed report and sent it to Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao sat down, snorted coldly and said, "I am Zhang Mao, the British Duke, who has been ordered to punish Zhu Chenhao. The war is urgent, who will talk to you?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the other generals, then tore off the wax seal of the urgent report, and took out the urgent report.

This look... the eyeballs are a little straight.

King Ning was executed.

Instantly broke the city.

The one who shot King Ning and his son was Zhang Yuanxi from a thousand households.

"Who is Zhang Yuanxi?" Zhang Mao roared suddenly.

Generals, you look at me, I look at you, I don’t know.

Fang Jifan was the first to ascend Nanchang City...

Fang...Fang...Fang Jifan...

He... went to the city first...

puff……

I don't know if it was the blood rushing up, or a strange breath suddenly blocked his throat, Zhang Mao took a deep breath, and suddenly a mouthful of old blood spewed out.

The generals panicked: "My lord, my lord..."

"What's the matter? My lord, the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood. The big deal is that the rebels took Anqing, but even Anqing is a very important place, but you have to take care, lord."

"King Ning's dog thief, perishing only in a short time. Now His Majesty will personally conquer, with an army of 100,000, within half a year, he will surely break through Nanchang. Don't worry, my lord."

"..."

The generals only thought that there must be terrible news. No matter how bad it was, there would be no surprise attack on Anqing by the rebels. Taking Anqing would be even worse.

Zhang Mao's hands trembled.

He read on.

King Ning and King Shanggao are dead, and the rest are surrendered...His Royal Highness, the crown prince, personally sits in Nanchang, and the whole family in Nanchang is as stable as before. Now ninety-seven members of King Ning's family are tied up, waiting for His Majesty's disposal.

Zhang Mao's face was pale.

Nanchang... just calmed down like this...

The old man came here... what to do?

A World Without Thieves!

Zhang Mao was about to cry.

A World Without Thieves, what use do I need?

Pity me, Zhang Mao, squatting at the age of five, learning to bow and horse at the age of seven, reading military books at the age of nine, studying in the military camp at the age of thirteen, at the age of twenty, before I have a small success, patrolling border towns with my uncles, at the age of twenty-three , won the gold belt, was thirty years old, and was the governor of the five armies. So far, it has been wasted for twenty years. In twenty years, he has never killed a chicken.

God, give me Zhang Mao a thief.

Even if it is a cat or a dog.

His mouth continued to be sweet, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

How could such a rebellion be put down with just a few people?

I don't believe it, I don't believe it!

This must be King Ning's conspiracy.

But……

Tears glistened in Zhang Mao's eyes.

He couldn't help but believe that the above was written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself, and he had a deep memory of the prince's dog-like words.

Twenty years, after waiting for twenty years...

"Grandfather." Seeing this, all the generals had already turned ashen-colored faces, and they bowed down one after another: "Grandfather, my condolences, the green hills remain, so I'm not afraid of running out of firewood..."

Zhang Mao raised his eyes: "There is no firewood."

"What?" Everyone looked at the sad Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao took a deep breath: "King Ning... is dead. The rebellion... has been put down."

When the generals heard it, they were overjoyed first.

Qiu Ba of the Xiaoqi camp is doing well in Beijing, who would want to fight, war is so terrible, how safe it is to stay in Beijing.

The rebellion has been quelled, it's a good feeling, but, how was it quelled?

Everyone looked at Zhang Mao again, but saw tears streaming from Zhang Mao's eyes.

It's a disillusionment, nothing.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat: "Grandpa, stop joking, what happened?"

"Damn it." Zhang Mao said sharply, "The rebellion has been put down, you...you can go home, it's the Chinese New Year, go back and be with your mother-in-law, and have fun with the children."

"My lord, stop joking. If the rebellion is put down, why is my lord like this? There must be something serious. Please tell me the truth." Everyone refused to believe it. The rebellion was quelled, and the whole world celebrated together. Yes, it happened to be back. It's Chinese New Year at home, my lord, why are you crying?

Zhang Mao was silent for a long time.

There seemed to be emotions brewing.

His old face, after hesitating for a long time, finally grinned, "Haha, haha!"

Everyone still looked at Zhang Mao strangely.

Not quite right.

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Mao laughed a few more times: "This is... Weeping with joy, well, pass on the order, and the army will be stationed here, and you will wait here, waiting for orders. Tomorrow, there is no need to march south. Call a few people and follow them overnight. The old man is heading north, the old man... is going to the Central Army to meet His Majesty."

He stood up.

Trying hard to restrain the pain in my heart.

I should be happy.

How beautiful life is. I have inherited the title of title, and I will be free from disasters and diseases for the rest of my life. This is the day that many people yearn for.

I can also offer sacrifices, accompany my ancestors, and communicate with them spiritually. The ancestors are in the sky, and they look at me every day, Lao Zhang. This...what's wrong.

What a perfect life.

As he thought in his heart, there was still a tingling feeling deep in his heart.

After hearing this, the generals became ecstatic.

Without hesitation, Zhang Mao immediately took a few soldiers and galloped across the night.

………………

Chinese army.

In the big tent, the lights were slowly burning.

But, Your Majesty, you are already in bed.

Chinese New Year is almost here, the twelfth lunar month of winter is very cold.

But Xiao Jing didn't go to sleep, he has to stay here for the night, His Majesty has been in a bad mood recently, there must be no one at night, and the other eunuchs, Xiao Jing is not at ease, the current eunuchs are really not as good as the next generation, they are all hands and feet Yes, they know how to hide secretly and play leaf cards, or gossip about people behind their backs, they are all lazy.

Xiao Jing was wearing a big bag, with a beam crown bestowed on his head. Under the big bag, there was a red flying fish suit with a round neck. There was also a layer of jacket and sweater on top of it, but even so, the big tent Snow fluffs were flying outside, Xiao Jing was still shivering from the cold, he was breathing white, his hands were folded in his sleeves, curled up, and he was afraid that his toes would be cold, so he paced back and forth outside the tent.

Ouyang Zhi was in a small tent not far away. He went to rest for a while, and in the middle of the night, he came wearing a big bag with his hands like pig's knuckles hidden under his big sleeves. Ouyang Zhi stepped forward and said: " Eunuch Xiao, go and rest, the students are here, stay here for a while."

Xiao Jing was so sleepy, his body was arched like a shrimp, and he glanced at Ouyang Zhi: "Forget it, it's only been two hours, Ouyang Shi said that his hand was injured, we should sleep a little longer, we are used to it , Back then, Your Majesty often stayed up late to review memorials, and we were all serving you."

Ouyang Zhi said: "I have to march tomorrow, I have slept for a while."

Xiao Jing was silent.

Although the emperor and the ministers of the cabinet all praised Ouyang Zhi full of praise. And even though this Ouyang Zhi is Fang Jifan's disciple.

To be honest, Xiao Jing didn't like Fang Jifan very much, this fellow insulted himself every now and then.

But... Looking at the honest and honest Ouyang Zhi, Xiao Jing let out a sigh of relief.

In fact... no matter who, even if they are despicable and shameless, they are actually willing to deal with honest and honest people. This person... is too real, too real. Although he feels a little stupid, he is also admirable.

Xiao Jing couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Fang Jifan is not very good, a good student..."

Shaking his head: "Thank you, remember, if your majesty talks in your sleep, don't go in, be careful to wake him up, your majesty can't sleep well at night, especially these days. Also, there is a warm basin in the big tent. The charcoal fire will burn for about an hour, and it will be extinguished. After half an hour, you can go in for a change. If your majesty wakes up at night, you will cough twice, which means that your majesty is fully awake. In the small tent next door , has been warming a pair of tea, you bring it over, you don’t have to try whether it’s hot or cold, the tea is always slightly warm, it’s just right.”

Ouyang Zhi nodded: "I wrote it down."

Xiao Jing said again: "If Your Majesty yells at the little beast in the middle of the night, don't worry about it, Your Majesty is angry with himself, if you go straight in, it will make His Majesty feel uncomfortable, he has to calm down by himself."

"Yes." Ouyang Zhi nodded again.

After Xiao Jing finished explaining, he still felt a little uneasy, but he didn't know what else to explain, he simply smiled wryly, and was about to leave, but in the darkness, someone came quickly: "Is Your Majesty asleep? British public Zhang Mao, I need to see you."

The British...in this dark time...here comes...

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