Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 122 If children don’t get along, most of the time their parents are immoral.
Although Zhu Jianzhuo suppressed his second son's sudden idea of ​​leading an army.

But I'm still worried that Zhu Jing'an will have other ideas.

Although Zhu Jing'an was the crown prince recognized by him and everyone in the Ming Dynasty, his status was unshakable.

However, Zhu Jingya was also his biological flesh and blood after all.

Zhu Jianzhuo did not want to see his sons fight against each other and fight against each other.

That’s why I asked Liu Mingyou this question.

Liu Mingyou was Zhu Jing'an's uncle, and he followed Zhu Jing'an on the Eastern Expedition. In Zhu Jianzhuo's view, if Zhu Jing'an had any dissatisfaction with his younger brother, he would definitely confide in Liu Mingyou.

Faced with Zhu Jianzhuo's somewhat straightforward question, Liu Mingyou paused for a moment, and then spoke.

"Jing'an didn't take Jingya's matter too seriously and just laughed it off."

What Liu Mingyou said was not a lie to Zhu Jianzhuo, but the truth.

Zhu Jing'an really didn't pay much attention to his brother's idea of ​​taking the lead.

As for the reason?
Without him, Zhu Jing'an's current advantage is too great.

He participated in the establishment of almost all the political systems of the Ming Dynasty, and he single-handedly conquered the territory currently controlled by the Ming army.

Most of the generals in the army were his old troops and had fought under him.

Moreover, he is still the eldest son!
With such a huge advantage, Zhu Jingya was no different from a kitten with its teeth and claws in his eyes.

Instead of feeling threatened, you actually find him cute.

Hmm, silly and cute!

Zhu Jianzhuo also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"That's good, that's good!"

"Jing'an and Jingya are brothers after all. If brothers are fighting against each other, wouldn't it be a joke to outsiders?"

Liu Mingyou nodded.

"What the supervisor said is true!"

"Jing'an also said that if Jingya wants to lead troops, he can go to his tent and learn how to do it. He will first practice at Jing'an's place, and then he can lead his own troops."

When Zhu Jianzhuo heard this, he paused for a moment, thinking that Zhu Jing'an was asking his uncle to find out about his father.

He then laughed and said.

"That's all, that's all. Jingya is still young, so he should study first!"

"Let him go out to lead the troops, and the lonely king will not be at ease."

Since Zhu Jianzhuo recognized Zhu Jing'an as the heir, he would not think of supporting a competitor for Zhu Jing'an.

If you really do that, what's the difference between forcing your sons to fight against each other for the throne?
It makes sense that if children are at odds, most of the time their parents are unscrupulous.

Zhu Jiazhuo couldn't bear to do this.

Seeing this, Liu Mingyou also spoke again.

"What the supervisor said makes sense!"

……

It was the third day of August in the 42nd year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty.

Yongzhou Fucheng!

Fulongan rode his horse and passed in front of the army. Looking at the large black mass of Qing soldiers in front of him, his heart beat very fast.

The hot blood rushed to his face, making his face turn red.

Looking at the huge army in front of him, Fulongan was filled with excitement and excitement.

Because he was about to take this huge army south to quell the rebel bandits for the Qing Dynasty and conquer Guangdong and Guangxi in order to repay the emperor's favor.

Soon, Fulong'an led the team to run in front of the army formation, using his status as an imperial envoy to encourage the soldiers below.

Then he turned his horse around and headed towards Yongzhou City.

"Arrange all the troops to camp and repair!"

"And immediately began to conduct joint pre-war exercises among various ministries to ensure that each ministry can cooperate on the battlefield instead of fighting independently."

Fulong'an urged the horse forward and ordered the people around him.

Hunan Admiral Weng Zhaolin, Guangxi Admiral Gao Sheng, Guizhou Admiral Zhang Yong, etc. all clasped their fists and accepted the orders.

Fulong'an was going south to Guangdong and Guangxi this time, and the army he led was a coalition of several provinces.

Each tribe has different genus, and even the language has its own dialect, and communication may not be smooth just by speaking.

I want them to display corresponding combat effectiveness on the battlefield, instead of fighting independently and acting in a mess.

Then, it is very necessary to conduct joint drills before the war.

After giving instructions to several admirals on how to organize and train the army, Fulongan asked Sanbaodao on the side.

"My Lord Governor, I wonder when the food and grass from Huguang will arrive?"

Sambo said.

"If we return to the Imperial Envoy, it will probably take more than ten days for the food and grass to reach the front line of Yongzhou."

Fulongan nodded with satisfaction, and then asked Yan Xishen on the side.

"How long will it take for the Zhengan soldiers to arrive in Yongzhou?"

Yan Xishen nodded.

"When we return to the Imperial Envoy, the Zhengan soldiers are marching in a hurry. It will take about three to five days to reach Yongzhou."

"However, due to the urgency of the march, it is quite difficult to travel day and night. Therefore, after they arrive in Yongzhou, the Imperial Envoy may need to allocate a departure fee to appease the morale of the troops."

The elites of the Qing army in this era all had a common problem.

That means no war without money!

This is true whether it is the Ganshan Green Camp or the Sauron soldiers outside the pass.

They must be rewarded before the war, and they must be allowed to loot and make money after the war.

In this way, the army can exert its combat effectiveness.

Otherwise, the army will have to paddle on the battlefield.

The same is naturally true for Zhengan soldiers!
You can ask them to fight, but you must first feed them with money.

Fulong'an naturally knew this very well and nodded slightly.

"Well, yes."

"This imperial envoy has prepared enough reward money here, as long as they can quell the Ming thieves for the Qing Dynasty and regain Guangdong and Guangxi."

"Everything is easy to say!"

"The Qing Dynasty will definitely not treat its soldiers badly!"

Fulongan walked in front, turned around and said to Sanbao again.

"Order someone to urge the peasants who are escorting the grain and grass, so that they must arrive in Yongzhou before August [-]th."

"After August [-]th, our army will immediately head south to defeat the thieves!"

When everyone heard this, they all called Qian'er to answer the question.

At the same time, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, knowing that the war was about to begin.

……

Capital, Imperial City, Yangxin Palace.

Qianlong, who is 66 years old this year, is still in good spirits.

In this era where 70 years old is considered an absolute advanced age, Qianlong, who is still active at 66 years old, is definitely among the emperors who have longevity.

Li Longji can be considered one of those who can compare with him in terms of age.

Moreover, Qianlong and Li Longji were actually quite similar in their life trajectories.

They are all young men who have succeeded to the throne, they are all talented people, they are all the masters of the revival of the empire...

But they are all the same old and dim-witted, fond of extravagance, re-employing treacherous ministers, and rejoicing in great achievements.Li Longji was old and dim, and believed in Anlu Mountain, so there was the Anshi Rebellion, which caused the Kaiyuan heyday of the Tang Dynasty to collapse.

Qianlong also had his own Anshi Rebellion, which was the Sichuan-Chu White Lotus Rebellion.

A massive uprising of the White Lotus Sect that spanned several provinces. The Manchu Qing Dynasty almost used all its troops to suppress it, and spent hundreds of millions of military expenditures to suppress it. It also tore off the false veil of the prosperous Kangxi and Qianlong period of the Manchu and Qing Empire.

But Qianlong was more lucky, and his son Jiaqing took the blame for him.

How should I put it, the posthumous title given to Qianlong by later generations is correct.

Emperor Gaozong of the Qing Dynasty.

The same reign title as Li Zhi, the wife slave of the Tang Dynasty, and Wanyan Jiumei, the iron-blooded and powerful Song Dynasty woman.

Being able to give Qianlong such a posthumous title shows how much resentment Jiaqing had for taking the blame for him...

"Master, it's getting late, you should rest!"

Seeing the moonlight outside Yangxin Hall, Li Yu, the old eunuch beside Qianlong, mustered up the courage to step forward and remind him.

When Qianlong heard this, he just waved his hand to signal Li Yu not to make any noise.

He was holding a book of Li Taibai's poems in his hand, flipping through it, commenting on it from time to time, sketching it with a red pen, and annotating it at will.

And it’s still authentic!
A good collection of poems was quickly destroyed by him, but he himself looked satisfied with it.

Qianlong, who believed that his attainments in poetry were comparable to those of Li Taibai and Du Zimei, did not feel guilty about scribbling on ancient books.

It is said that people who scribble in scenic spots are not of good quality. How about the quality of someone like Qianlong who scrawled on authentic ancient books?

After a while, Qianlong closed the collection of poems with an unfinished expression, threw the collection aside, yawned, and then spoke.

"Li Yu, please turn over the sign and ask someone to help you sleep with me. I need to take a rest!"

Li Yu responded, then ordered someone to bring a tray.

On the tray are pieces of gold medals.

The wear and tear of these gold medals varies. Some have been worn and faded, while others have simply accumulated dust.

At first glance, it looked like it hadn’t been touched in years.

Qianlong's eyes were half-squinted, and his eyes wandered over the gold medals in the tray, as if he was looking for the target.

After a moment, Qianlong frowned and asked.

"Why isn't An Bin's sign here?"

An Bi was the old man next to Qianlong. When she was young, she had a very outstanding appearance and was quite favored by Qianlong.

But when she got older, the king's favor naturally transferred to those young and beautiful girls.

What does that say? Love will not disappear out of thin air, it will only transfer.

In the same way, no woman lasts forever, but there is always a woman.

As an emperor, Qianlong was the supreme ruler of the feudal empire of the Qing Dynasty and the master of millions of people in the world. He was different from the last few emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

He has great power, and if he wants to recruit a few beautiful women to enrich his harem, he can definitely do it.

It’s not as if the harem is all a bunch of hard-to-speak things!
It is not without reason that the later generations of the Manchu emperors had difficulties for their heirs.

As for those things whose appearance is difficult to describe, it is no different from them giving birth to children and being tortured...

People tend to be nostalgic as they get older. Qianlong suddenly thought of An Bin for some reason today.

I want to talk to An Bin and have a chat.

When Li Yu heard this, a clear layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead unconsciously.

An Bin hadn't been called to sleep with her for several years, so her sign was taken down.

Now that the emperor asked, of course Li Yu couldn't tell him directly.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be as if he was secretly accusing the emperor of favoring the new and hating the old?

But soon, Li Yu's mind started to spin and he explained.

"Returning to Master, the brand An Bin is a bit old. That's why I asked people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs to take it off and make a new one. It hasn't been delivered yet."

"I will go back and urge the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send An Bin's sign as soon as possible."

Qianlong frowned slightly when he heard this, but still accepted Li Yu's explanation.

Then he spoke.

"I won't turn over the sign today, just put An Bin's Jing Cuixuan on it!"

"I haven't seen An Bi for quite some time."

Li Yu responded with a chirp, then turned around and went out to arrange the evacuation.

However, Qianlong had just come out of the Yangxin Hall when he saw a man in a yellow mantle running towards him from the imperial road in the distance.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, the eight hundred miles is urgent, the Guangdong and Guangxi eight hundred miles are urgent..."

From a long distance away, the man in the yellow jacket began to report the emergency.

Qianlong sat upright on the pedestal and subconsciously turned his gaze to the man in the yellow mantle.

But his face obviously didn't look very good.

When he mentioned the eight-hundred-mile express in Guangdong and Guangxi, he subconsciously thought of the fake Ming rebels.

During this period of time, almost all the news he received about the fake Ming rebels was bad news.

Either the imperial court lost its city and territory, or a certain leader of the army was defeated and died, or another state capital surrendered to thieves...

It’s not a good thing anyway!
Now Qianlong has a stress reaction to words like Guangdong, Guangxi, Fake Ming, and Zhu Jing'an.

Soon, the man in the yellow mantle ran all the way to Qianlong's steps, knelt down with a thud, then raised the emergency report in his hand high above his head and spoke.

"Your Majesty, urgent report from Guangdong and Guangxi!"

"The Ming thieves followed the Xijiang waterway eastward and entered Guangdong from Guangxi. Yang Jingsu, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, was defeated and died for his country in Deqingzhou. General Yongwei of Guangzhou was defeated by Zhaoqing. Jin Rong, the admiral of Guangdong, was defeated by Sanshui."

"Our soldiers were defeated in three battles, and the Guangdong army was almost completely wiped out."

"The Ming thieves took advantage of the Qing Dynasty's lack of military strength in Guangdong and sent troops eastward. Guangzhou fell immediately, the entire army of the Eight Banners in Guangzhou was annihilated, and all the people in Guangzhou fell into the hands of the Ming thieves."

"The war situation between Guangdong and Guangxi is completely ruined!"

After that, the men in yellow jackets hit the ground and couldn't move.

Qianlong sat on the pedestal and took the urgent report from Li Yu, his face becoming more and more gloomy.

With a loud bang, Qianlong threw the emergency report in his hand to the ground.

"Trash! It's all a bunch of trash!"

"If the war situation in Guangdong deteriorates, all officials in Guangdong Yousi should be executed!"

"And Fulong'an, he is also a waste. I am sorry that I trust him so much. Is this how he is supposed to be the imperial envoy to suppress thieves?"

"If the situation in Guangdong deteriorates, what on earth is Fulongan doing now?!"

Qianlong's chest heaved violently, and the expression on his face was gloomy and scary.

His pair of narrow and cloudy eyes contained terrifying murderous intent.

Because he was able to realize the serious consequences of the fall of Guangzhou and the deterioration of the war situation in Guangdong and Guangxi.

It's nothing if the main force of Guangdong Green Camp was defeated!
Because after Qianlong, the Guangdong Green Camp was never an elite force, and even if it was defeated, its impact on the court would be limited.

The fall of Guangdong is nothing. Although Guangdong can provide a large amount of taxes to the court every year, it is not as important as Jiangnan, Huguang and other important places.

Even if Guangdong fell completely and Guangdong's taxes were lost, it would only be a physical pain for the Qing Dynasty at best.

It won’t hurt the root!
But the Eight Banners in Guangzhou were completely wiped out, and tens of thousands of bannermen fell into the hands of Ming thieves. That's another story...

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