Chapter 170: One Dynasty, One Courtier
On the outskirts of Baling, Yuezhou Prefecture, hundreds of captured Manchurian flag soldiers were covered with black scarves and were beheaded in the surrendered camp.
These Eight Manchu Banners remained unchanged and lurked in Dongting Lake. They took advantage of the banquet for surrendered generals in Yuezhou to sank the ship. After the deceased officials read out their crimes loudly, they took the guillotine and took the knife to the guillotine. These people who could not even speak Chinese were confused and became scapegoats.
After beheading these sinners, they surrendered to the barracks and decorated with lights. Ming army came with wine and meat. It was still half a month before the New Year was.
There were laughter and joy in the camp, just as Hou Xuanyan thought, these people were not loyal to Shangguan. After the Chinese New Year in advance, officials from Yuezhou Prefecture took the roster and registered the 130,000 surrendered troops one by one, and sent them to various camps to make up for the loss of troops in this battle.
The results of the Jingxiang Battle spread all over the world, and the entire Huguang area was basically recovered, leaving only Xiangyang City surrounded by heavy troops. The news spread and the whole country was jubilant, which added a touch of joy to this New Year.
In countless homes in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Ye Niang's wife looked forward to her soldiers returning.
In Jinling City, a pegasus gallops into the palace every day, shouting good news along the way. The people pointed and looked at each other, and the eyebrows were full of joy. What they talked about on weekdays were also anecdotes about the Battle of Jingxiang.
Hou Xuanyan, who destroyed Changsha city gates and fought against the enemy, was even composed into a narrative tune and was sung by storytelling and singing songs over and over again.
Since the Wanli Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty has not received any good news for too long. The national pride of the people of the Ming Dynasty as Han people needs such a great victory to maintain. The significance of this has even exceeded the victory and defeat itself. Only national pride can give birth to patriots who resist foreign races, rather than turning China into a breeding ground for traitors.
Jinling City, on the Qinhuai River, inside the boat.
The colorful buildings and red pavilions complement each other, and in the north wind, a melodious sound of a piano is heard. A poem, a cup of wine, playing the piano and siping the flute, and a beautiful woman is accompanying you. This is the beautiful scenery where talented men and nobles wander while drunk.
Chen Zilong was a romantic person and was a regular customer in the flower shop. When he arrived in Jinling, he simply lived directly with an old girl on the Qinhuai River. The girl was named Duoer, and she was actually young. It was Chen Zilong who combed her. Although the girl's family had a poor life and had a career, she still had a special feeling for the person who took her first night away.
Duoer's eyes were full of admiration. For her, Chen Zilong had a fatal attraction. Others were middle-aged, mature and rich, literary and elegant, and used to being able to coax people. The key is that he had enough ability to redeem himself.
"The eyes are full of youth, and the east wind is always blowing red. There are so many smoke, only flowers cannot protect it. I miss you in my dreams, and the grass is the king's grandson. Spring is speechless, and the cuckoos are crying, and tears are dyed with rouge rain." Chen Zilong wrote a lyric while playing the piano, shaking his head and immersing himself in his literary talent.
Miss Duo'er clapped her palms, her eyes full of admiration. Chen Zilong reached out to put her hands into her waist, feeling the plumpness and smoothness of her palms, just as she was about to make a few jokes when she heard cheers downstairs.
"What's going downstairs?"
Duo'er was touched by him and had a charming look on his face. When he heard Chen Zilong's question, he hurriedly said, "It's the actor who sang in the building boat. He has compiled a small song and talked about the Duke of Yue fighting Jingxiang. Now it's so popular. If anyone's boat doesn't have this, the business will be half the less."
Chen Zilong snorted coldly, stood up, and walked downstairs.
I saw that the house on the first floor was crowded with a young woman raping a song. Next to her was an old man, and the two should be father-daughter relationship. The old man played the dilapidated pipa, and the young woman was sang the soft Wu language of Hou Xuan, who was full of wisdom and tricks, destroying the city wall, killing the Qing soldiers and throwing their armor. The men around him cheered, and everyone's face was flushed, and they looked very happy from the bottom of their hearts.
Chen Zilong only felt that these people were vulgar and despicable, which was very different from the elegance above. Moreover, a general was outside with hundreds of thousands of troops and such a high popularity made him feel uneasy.
When Hou Xuanyan was in Suzhou, he came to help him. That was the best time for their relationship. Hou Xuanyan would call him Mr. Chen affectionately, with one heart and one virtue, and hold the banner of anti-Qing. Later, Hou Xuanyan was seriously ill, and he temporarily exceeded his authority to deal with all matters in Suzhou. In his opinion, this was justified. Who knew that Hou Xuanyan was too weak to tolerate himself?
Later, Hou Xuanyan recovered and demoted him to a small county in Wujiang to be a county magistrate. Chen Zilong believed that he was a prime minister and was sent to Wujiang to be a county magistrate, so he was naturally full of complaints.
This time, Emperor Longwu drove to Jinling and summoned Chen Zilong from a small county in Wujiang. The king and his ministers had a happy conversation.
Chen Zilong believed that he was no worse than Hou Xuan's acting. In his opinion, if Hou Xuan had not acted jealous of the talented people, he would have become famous all over the world.
The young woman sang at the climax, and everyone calmed down and stared at her.
The young woman sang a promise and gently opened her cherry lips: "Host Changsha, scolding the pursuers, and the sound of drumming the corners of the formation. A good man has great achievements and refuses to live in secret. He destroyed the city gate and fell from the suspension bridge. The victory and defeat were difficult to rely on. He shouted, Duke Yue, Hu Er was frightened."
Everyone in the hall shouted loudly, Chen Zilong's face turned blue and his heart was jealous. He reached out to call his followers and said, "Go up and pack up my clothes. I moved to the new mansion today. I have no reason to get my ears dirty here."
The accompanying servant said happily: "Master, aren't you going back to Wujiang this time?"
Chen Zilong strode out of the building. After hearing this, his face relaxed a little, and he said complacently: "Hou Xuanyan humiliated me with a county magistrate. Your Majesty has already mentioned that I have become the Minister of Personnel. Who should be the ninth-rank county magistrate?"
The servant looked surprised: "Congratulations to Master, congratulations to Master."
On the boat behind, Duo'er looked up at the railing, and tears flowed down her face without any effort.
Chapter completed!