General Zu Yonglie of Jiangning rushed back to Nanjing, told the governor of Liangjiang Lang Tingzuo about the emergency, and sent people to spread the word and summon people to come to Nanjing.

Lang Tingzuo was also frightened by Zu Yonglie's exaggerated story. The key was that he had very few troops and they all went up the river to attack the bandits.

In any case, Lang Tingzuo believed that since the navy was defeated, it was certain that Nanjing would face the threat.

As a result, the surrounding Qing troops were all transferred to Nanjing. Even the Shandong Green Camp along the canal was ordered by Lang Tingzuo to be transferred to Nanjing.

After the defenders assembled more than 20,000 troops, Lang Tingzuo felt a little relieved. He felt that Nanjing's strong and tall city walls would definitely be able to withstand the bandits' attack.

A few days later, the bad news came that Anqing had fallen and the defenders were destroyed. The atmosphere of tension and fear suddenly became thicker again, and Lang Tingzuo's newly aroused confidence fell again.

Anqing is also a fortified city, with more than 20,000 defenders. However, it was captured by bandits in just seven or eight days. This Nanjing does not seem to be impregnable.

"It must be that traitor Liang Huafeng. He either went out to fight in the city or opened the city to surrender to the enemy." Zu Yonglie had already killed Liang Huafeng and took the big and small pots over.

It's better now. Anqing was captured, and Liang Huafeng was probably a dead man. Dead people can't speak, and that's not what he said.

Are you wise and smart? If you hadn't spotted Liang Huafeng, a big spy, and ran back to Nanjing alone to report the news, dispatched troops in advance, and strengthened the city defense, wouldn't you have been caught blind now?

Lang Tingzuo has a rigorous style and does not comment easily.

It is impossible for Liang Huafeng to surrender to the enemy, and he will not even give up his family? Wait until the news is confirmed. Anyway, once Anqing is lost, the bandits will go straight to Nanjing. How to defend the city is the most important.

"Are the reinforcements from Zhenjiang, Hangzhou and other places arriving soon?" Lang Tingzuo counted the time and was worried.

Zu Yonglie comforted him: "We should arrive in the near future. The bandits have just arrived in Anqing and will need to rest for almost two days before they can go down the river."

"How much more than two days?" Lang Tingzuo glanced at Zu Yonglie strangely and sighed: "The pseudo-clan is so fierce. The imperial court still underestimated this beast."

News of the capture of Nanchang has come. In addition to Anqing, the Ming army has captured the capitals of three provinces. In addition, the successive destruction of the Eight Banners and the Eight Banners of Xi'an is really shocking.

"Two governors, four governors, three admirals, and countless officials below the rank of general." Lang Tingzuo grimaced and counted with his fingers, becoming more and more frightened. "There were also three generals of the Eight Banners, all of whom were lost at the hands of the false clan."

Ah!"

Zu Yonglie was also secretly frightened. This false prince was too cruel. Thanks to his cleverness, he escaped to Nanjing. Otherwise, the false prince would have added another Eight Banners general to his record.

"My lord, my lord." A guard ran over in panic to report, "The thieves are coming, and countless warships are coming up the river."

Lang Tingzuo and Zu Yonglie were both shocked. They did not expect that the bandits would move so fast. There was no two days of rest. They should have rushed to Nanjing without stopping.

"Alert, the whole city is under martial law." Lang Tingzuo jumped up and shouted with a fierce look: "Order the three armies to hold on to the city. A big book of rewards will boost morale..."

Seeing that the governor was a little crazy, Zu Yonglie couldn't help but shook his head secretly, turned around and went out, taking more than a hundred cavalry with him, and rushed to Yanziji outside Guanyin Gate.

Yanziji is known as the "No. 1 Rock on the Yangtze River". It is a branch in the northeast of Yanshan Mountain. It is 36 meters above sea level. The rocks stand straight on the river. It faces the sky on three sides. It looks like a swallow spreading its wings and about to fly. It is an excellent place to watch the river.<

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After boarding Yanziji, Zu Yonglie raised his eyes and looked around. But he saw more than a hundred warships appeared on the river, and the flags of the Ming army were flying, which stung his eyes.

"The thieves have indeed invaded Jinling. These should be the vanguard troops." Zu Yonglie observed for a long time and felt awe-struck.

Certainly, these more than 100 warships cannot carry too many men and horses. They cannot be the enemy's main force, and they cannot attack Nanjing with just these people.

"The forward has arrived, and the main force is not far away." Zu Yonglie sighed secretly. There were no naval forces of his own on the river. They all fled far away and did not dare to fight the enemy at all.

They couldn't win a battle. The two river armies were finished, and the remaining ones were frightened out of their wits. When they saw the Ming navy coming to kill them, they either fled downstream or went north along the canal, and they all disappeared without a trace.

"I heard that that is the royal flag of the pseudo-clan. If you dare to follow the vanguard here, the pseudo-clan is really brave!"

Zu Yonglie stared for a long time, with a heavy heart, he left Yanziji and returned to Nanjing City. He immediately ordered the city gates to be closed tightly, and the men and horses were on guard in the city, preparing for a fierce and cruel fight.

The city of Nanjing was trembling, and a haze of tension and fear shrouded the hearts of everyone from the governor to the soldiers. Urgent memorials were sent directly to the Qing court through Zhenjiang downstream.

The Ming Navy also stayed on the Nanjing River, and even sent a small group of personnel to land, seeming to be conducting reconnaissance and spying, adding greater fear to the Qing army in Nanjing City and exacerbating the tense atmosphere.

In fact, this was just a bluff by the Ming army, which concentrated the Qing army's power in Nanjing and had no time to take care of others. Of course, showing off its power in Nanjing was also a powerful move to expand political influence and intimidate the Qing court.

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Tianjie Temple.

Located near Yuhuatai in Nanjing City, it was originally called Dalongxiang Jiqing Temple and was built in the Yuan Dynasty. It is one of the three major temples in the capital of the Ming Dynasty, alongside Linggu Temple and Dabaoen Temple.

Surrounded by hills and shaded by green trees, there are bells in the morning and drums in the evening, and temples are majestic. The environment is quiet and simple, out of this world. Many poets and poets live here.

Whenever spring comes back to the earth, the breeze is gentle, thousands of trees are green, and hundreds of birds are singing in unison, tourists who go out in search of beauty all regard it as a beautiful thing to "wander the head of a cow and stay in the heaven".

In the Zen room, Fang Yizhi is perfecting his philosophical book "East and West", which is a classic work about morality, life, and academics.

Even though Fang Yizhi is now bald and wearing a robe, he looks like an eminent monk. He is an incredible figure in history and is known as a thinker, philosopher, and scientist of the Ming Dynasty.

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Moreover, in the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, Fang was selected as a scholar by Zhi Zhongzhong and was elected as a good scholar. Later, he served as a supervisor in the Ministry of Works in Beijing, reviewed by the Hanlin Academy, and was also an official lecturer for the princes Dingwang and Yongwang.

Yes, he is the third prince’s teacher. One of the very few people in the world who knows the third prince.

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Fang Yizhi wandered around, leaving his footprints in Guangdong, Guangdong, Hebei and other places.

It was not until the seventh year of Yongli (the tenth year of Shunzhi) that he returned to Jinling and took refuge in Master Juelang Daosheng of Tianjie Temple. He devoted himself to writing philosophical works and called himself Master Jiwan.

"Master, master." A young novice shouted and ran into the meditation room.

Fang Yizhi snorted to show his displeasure. The little novice monk hurriedly knelt down on the futon next to him and muttered: "Master, there is news from outside that the third prince has led troops to fight."

Fang Yizhi was stunned for a moment, and a look of unknown meaning flashed across his face, and he said slowly: "It's just what you hear from hearsay, and you don't need to tell it to your teacher."

"Really." The little monk straightened up and said firmly: "The Ming army's ships are on the river. I heard people say that you can see them clearly from Yuhuatai."

As soon as he started speaking, he couldn't hold it back. The young novice continued: "Jiujiang and Anqing have been captured by the Ming army, and they will attack Nanjing soon. The city gates of Nanjing have been tightly closed, and no one is allowed to enter or exit at will. People from all over the country have also been transferred.

Soldiers..."

Fang Yizhi fell silent. The image of two seven or eight-year-old children flashed in his mind, and a friendly smile flashed across his face.

But soon, his smile faded again, and he said calmly: "No need to say anything, you can go out and don't bother me to clean up my master."

The little novice monk was very disappointed, got up with his mouth pouted, and walked out of the meditation room listlessly.

"Well, it's gratifying that His Highness is safe. But if you join the bandits, you are the enemy who killed your father! Maybe you can't help it. There are no more armed forces under the banner of the Ming Army on this continent!"

Fang Yizhi let out a long sigh, unable to resolve the knot in his heart, so he decided to wait and see what happened.

In the 17th year of Chongzhen's reign, Li Zicheng led the peasant army to invade Beijing. Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself. Fang Yizhi cried bitterly in front of Chongzhen's tomb. He was captured by the peasant army and tortured to the point where his "condyles could not be seen", but he still refused to surrender.

When word spread to the south of the Yangtze River that Fang Yizhi vowed not to surrender to the peasant army in Beijing, his friends compared him to Wen Tianxiang. Soon, Li Zicheng defeated Shanhaiguan. Fang Yizhi luckily took advantage of the chaos and fled south, and survived the disaster.

"I don't know if His Highness can win loyal support among thieves just by relying on his name." Fang Yizhi was so confused that he couldn't even write anymore and was thinking wildly.

"Perhaps, if I defect now, without knowing why, I will ruin his plan of enduring humiliation and bearing the burden."

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The Ming navy patrolled the Nanjing River for a short time, but due to the tension in Nanjing, the news had spread like wildfire. Although the gentry and people in the south of the Yangtze River did not move, they were extremely looking forward to it.

The Weeping Temple Case, the Announcement Case, the Ming History Case, and the large prisons in the southeast made the literati and gentry always panicked and fearful of being implicated and killed.

The Qing court believed that it had stabilized its rule and began to crack down on the gentry in the south of the Yangtze River. It was not only a cruel means to enrich the finances, but also to eradicate the people's desire for the Ming Dynasty.

And those merchants and gentry who were accustomed to cheating, cheating, arrears and other means in the Ming Dynasty, ignoring national laws and national difficulties, and evading taxes, remained silent in front of the Qing court's knife, but they once again missed the kindness of the Qing Dynasty.

Come before me.

Of course, this also includes those people with lofty ideals who truly have a bright mind.

"Can His Highness the Third Prince really recover Nanjing and revive the Ming Dynasty?"

"The Tartars are cruel and unkind. I hope His Highness the Third Prince can drive out the Tartars and restore China."

I miss you so much, but no one dares to act rashly, watching the situation eagerly.

Compared with these gentry, the simple concepts of the common people are what Huang Li ultimately cares about.

They longed to get rid of the tyrannical rule of the Qing court, longed to restore the clothes of their motherland, and longed for clear skies and a bright future.

At this time in Anqing, a large number of ships carrying captured grain and grass supplies had set sail and headed upstream.
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