After the Lantern Festival, before everyone could get out of the festive atmosphere, the palace was preparing to visit the Wusongjiang Institute of Songjiang Prefecture.

After being streamlined by Hou Xuan, there were nearly a thousand people in the ceremonial ceremony. After all, they were the emperor. Even if they wanted to be light and simple, it would be impossible.

After breakfast in the early morning, he set out from Fengtianmen and headed to Jiangning Port to take a dragon boat along the river eastward. A yellow flag was raised in the flagpole in the center of the ship, and a golden dragon was embroidered on it. All the fishing boats around him, and when they saw this flag, the merchant boats quickly avoided and gave up the waterway.

The water surface of the vast Yangtze River is calm. After all, there is no heavy rain in early spring, and the ice and snow are not melting upstream. The boats drive two rows of water waves, pushing them to the two sides one by one.

The scenery on both sides disappeared rapidly in front of me. A man wearing a black dragon robe with a dragon embroidered with a golden thread on the bow was wearing a big red cloak behind him, standing in the wind at the bow. The tassel jade pendant on the sword at the waist jingled and a winged crown with a folded horn on his head, looking very heroic.

Dozens of guards in big red embroidered spring uniforms lined on both sides. Hou Xuanyan pointed to the familiar port in front and asked, "Isn't this arriving in Zhenjiang?"

A guard crossed his hands and said, "Go back to Your Majesty, Zhenjiang Prefecture is not far ahead."

Hou Xuanyan stared at the river and said in a deep voice with his hands behind his back: "This is the place where Hong Chengchou died, and it is also where Zhang Huangyan lost his first battle. Under the turmoil of the wind and clouds, his personal destiny is like the waves in the river, moving with the waves, which is regrettable."

After passing Zhenjiang Prefecture, Suzhou was in the city. At this time, the curtain of the cabin was lifted and a month-old scholar was walking out. The light shirt on his chest was blown tightly by the wind, and a graceful and plump breast gallery appeared. It turned out to be a female dressed as a man. This time, she visited Wusongjiang Station, and the only concubines who were accompanied were Yang Fujin and the unnamed spiritual medicine.

Lingyao looked at Hou Xuanyan at the bow of the boat with tenderness, without any concealing his admiration, and said softly: "Your Majesty, the wind at the bow of the boat is fast and cool, so let's go back to the cabin."

Seeing her weak body shaking in the strong wind at the bow of the boat, Hou Xuanyan took off her cloak and wrapped her body, and smiled and said, "We are all men who bite and chew iron. Some storms are not worth mentioning. Instead, you are weak and can't stand the blowing like this."

Lingyao smiled sweetly, tightened his cloak quietly, and followed him to look at his back. It was obvious that the little girl who had been trapped in the palace was full of joy as Hou Xuan performed Jing, and even her eyes were filled with joy.

"Since I've arrived in Zhenjiang, I'll take the opportunity to wait for a night. I'll take the opportunity to inspect." Hou Xuanyan gave an order and ordered the soldiers who were waving the flag to run up and down. After a while, the dragon boat broke down from the dock.

It was still early, Hou Xuanyan changed into ordinary clothes and took Yang Fujin and Lingyao off the boat. Under the secret protection of the guards, he went out to Zhenjiang Prefecture City.

At this time, the spring is chilly and there are not many tourists in the city. Only the passing merchants rest here. You should know that the several large ports in Jinling are full of people, so it is better to rest here without any hesitation.

Not long after Zhenjiang was incorporated into Changzhou Prefecture, the wealth here is actually even more exaggerated than many big cities. Songjiang Prefecture, Suzhou Prefecture, Changzhou Prefecture, the land and population are less than one percent of the entire Hua Dynasty, but the taxes account for one quarter.

Although it is the suburbs of the city, the road along the river is very flat. The weeping willows on both sides have not yet drawn new leaves. The reflection sways in the water with the wind, which is very artistic. Yang Fujin is wearing a goose yellow dress, silver red, green onion white, and a water-blue-drawn tassel belt. Her waist looks thin and thin. She looks beautiful in the water with beautiful hair and black crows and a beautiful figure. Lingyao is still dressed as a young man, with red lips and white teeth, and looks like a handsome man.

There is a three-story high-rise building not far from the river, with three or four stone tables inside. From a distance, there are already a group of people drinking around the table. Hou Xuanyan wanted to take a detour. Qin He said, "Young Master, this is where Hong Chengchou jumped into the river. Later, Lord Gu, who was then the prefect of Changzhou, specially built a riverside pavilion here when he rebuilt Changzhou."

Hou Xuanyan nodded and turned around and said, "Then we have to go and have a look."

The pavilion was built quite solemnly, which was somewhat incompatible with the scene in Jiangnan. The three big words "Enjie Tower" were written on the plaque hanging high in front of the pavilion. When Hong Chengchou was a minister of the Ming Dynasty, he was deeply favored by Emperor Chongzhen. He was also proud of himself and once hung a couplet in the hall: The king's kindness is as deep as the sea, and the minister's kindness is as heavy as the mountain. The three words "Enjie Tower" are full of irony.

Looking at the two lines of couplets on the vermilion cylinder:

The north wind on the first floor, almost forget the rain on the day

Generals of the two dynasties, how can they be separated from the Qingming Festival?

Guyu and Qingming are both twenty-four solar terms, but in reverse it means integrity. The word "forget" actually contains the meaning of reproaching Hong without integrity. The four words "North Wind" on the first floor imply the Jiannu going south and Hu Feng crossed south, making people regard the Guyu in spring as winter, which is the season for all things to revive, because the Tatars went south and became the severe cold of the three nines. Looking at the last sentence, the Qingming solar term can be replaced with two dynasties. Hong Chengchou was both generals, and it is indeed difficult to tell whether it is Qing or Ming.

With just this couplet, Hong Hengjiu pressed his life on the pillar of shame, which shows the power of the words.

When a literati kills people, he just needs a mouth, a piece of paper, and a pen.

With just this women's federation, Hou Xuanyan's interest was mobilized, and he turned around and said, "Go into the building and take a look."

The two female companions, Qin He and two guards naturally obeyed. After the six of them entered the building, they did not attract the attention of the people in the building. There were many wealthy families here, and most of them regarded them as wealthy families who took their wives and concubines out for a trip.

The stone tables on the first floor were already full of people. The food on the table had not moved yet. It seemed that it had just arrived.

Follow the stairs to the second floor. The walls were filled with poems about flying dragons and phoenixes. One of them was framed. It seemed that it was from a famous artist. Hou Xuanyan took a closer look and saw that it was written:

The down-and-out bearded and the soul-summoning part is rare.

Survival is not expected, who will return to fight to the death!

If you are in danger and have a bad plan, you will be ashamed and disobey your worries.

When the elders from Jiangdong saw each other, they asked about the siege one by one.

After reading the whole poem, a defeated general returned to his hometown. The elders and fellow villagers surrounded him and asked about his achievements, which made the general's image of shame appear on the paper.

Hou Xuanyan is extremely familiar with this handwriting. It was written by Zhang Huangyan, an important official in the court. Unexpectedly, he has been here too. Hou Xuanyan couldn't help but look at him with admiration. Those who can face failure and encourage themselves to write poems are indeed worthy of admiration.

At this time, there were quarrels coming from a table next to him, probably debating why the Tartars took advantage of the situation in the late Ming Dynasty and why the Ming army was vulnerable.

A young man in green robe said, "Generals regard soldiers as slaves, soldiers as generals as hatred. Even if the elite border soldiers and horses are known as elite, they are just a group of experts who are arrogant and bullying the people and abuse the good. Even if there are famous generals such as Lu Xiangsheng, Sun Chuanting, and Cao Yunzhao, how can they make up for the world?" After saying that, the young man clasped his fists and congratulated him, "Now, the emperor started a military service in Suzhou, established an army in Jinling, and was willing to eat and drink with his soldiers, treat the orphans of the fallen soldiers with kindness, and loves soldiers like his sons, so he won the battles later. Have you never heard of it? Now he is going to be in Beiping, taking a boat to Jinling, and wearing the same worn-out clothes on his body. How wise it is."

No one noticed that Hou Xuanyan's face turned red...

"You are a scholar's simple opinion, and you are not enough to talk to the great scholars. Emperor Chongzhen of Sizong is not unfair, but in the end it was not a coal mountain. I want to say that the reason why the Northern Expedition was successful depends on the importance of the development of firearms today. If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapons. With the giant cannons and fire guns, you can stop the thief and the iron cavalry and be invincible."

The two of them quarreled and their necks were thick. Not only did the people next to them not persuaded them to fight, but they instead insisted on their own arguments and joined the argument.

The spiritual medicine next to him covered his mouth and chuckled, and asked in a low voice: "Young Master, who thinks they are right?"
Chapter completed!