Before eating, Wen Anzhi took a few cups of tea. By the way, Wen Anzhi inspected Deng Ming for a while. It was hard to imagine that a young man would have extensive geographical knowledge, but he was extremely ignorant of human relationship accidents and local customs. This seemed to be similar to a commoner who did not leave the house for hundreds of miles. The contradictions in Deng Ming were really incredible. Wen Anzhi's face was quiet, but he became more and more suspicious:

"I was just in my early twenties and knew some of the famous mountains and rivers in the country. It seems that he was not heard about it. Could it be that he has been running around all the time for the past twenty years? But if this is true, why would he be so ignorant of the local customs? Did he never talk to people when he traveled?"

Wen Anzhi, who is already seventy-seven years old, has never encountered such a bizarre question in his life. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that there was such a person in the world.

The food was soon brought. Wen Anzhi usually only drank some porridge in the evening, and the rice and some chicken prepared for Deng Ming. He signaled that Deng Ming would not be polite and could eat and chat.

Deng Ming was already very hungry and felt even more hungry when he smelled the food. He smiled and asked, "Is there mushrooms in the dish? Thank you for the hospitality of the teacher."

After saying that, Deng Ming uncovered the lid of the casserole delivered to him. He did not notice that Wen Anzhi, who was holding up the bowl and preparing to drink porridge, suddenly stopped and remained motionless. He had originally planned to wait for Deng Ming to uncover the lid before observing his movements. The smell of stewed chicken in the casserole of mushrooms came to his face. Just as Deng Ming had just guessed, there were two black mushrooms in the casserole, emitting a mouth-watering aroma.

As soon as Deng Ming's words were heard, Wen Anzhi's heart skipped a beat: "He really knows it!"

At this time, the mushrooms were only produced in Fujian and some places in Zhejiang. They grew on a special wood. Only by using this tree can you get a unique smell. There was no future ability to control the breeding environment in the 17th century. Although the mushrooms were raised in other places, they looked a little similar, but they had no aroma. They could only deceive people who had never seen authentic products. These mushrooms were part of the luxury goods Zheng Chenggong paid to the emperor. The Emperor Yongli sent someone to Fengjie to commend Wen'an last year and gave him ten of them. They were all genuine products produced from the origin and had a strong aroma.

If Deng Ming didn't know this thing, he wouldn't be sure that he was not a royal child. In the past, local governments would definitely pay tribute to mushrooms every year, but after all, Beijing fell more than ten years ago. If he was really the descendant of Emperor Lie, he should have been very young at that time, and he would have remembered so clearly.

Fujian and Zhejiang were occupied by areas occupied by the Qing Dynasty. Due to the years of war, production and circulation shrinkage, so mushrooms are even more precious and rare. Most people don’t have this kind of blessing. If Deng Ming hadn’t tasted it when he was a child, he really didn’t know what opportunities he would have when he grew up. Wen An’s mind turned, and he didn’t even feel the taste of the porridge he drank.

"But he travels a lot and cannot be regarded by ordinary people." Thinking of this, Wen Anzhi decided to test it again: "Where did Mr. Deng eat mushrooms before?"

"At home," Deng Ming had no idea about the yield of wild mushrooms. He could see big bags of mushrooms in supermarkets before, so he never thought it was a luxury: "It's good to cook any kind of dish."

Wen Anzhi's heart skipped another beat and couldn't help asking: "Does Mr. Deng often use mushrooms to cook at home?"

"Sometimes, stew meat, steamed fish, stir-fry some shredded mushrooms, or mushrooms, rapeseed, etc." Deng Ming replied casually.

"Well, do you use mushrooms to stir-fry rapeseed?" Wen Anzhi's tone became a little weird.

"Yes," Deng Ming also confused. Isn't this a common dish? It's all in restaurants all over the street. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration. He remembered that when he went to the south, people in Zhejiang called rapeseed green vegetables and quickly added: "Heaven is green vegetables."

Wen Anzhi stared at Deng Ming and was sure that he would not misunderstand it. What this person said was the truth. It seemed that his family had used rare mushrooms to stir-fry rapeseed, and the young man obviously did not regard mushrooms from the origin as any extraordinary luxury, and his status was not far from that of vegetables.

He sighed in his heart. Wen Anzhi felt that Deng Ming's material living standard before was unheard of - the material living standard in the 21st century was originally something that people in the 17th century could not imagine, and was much higher than the level that gods could enjoy in the minds of people in this era.

"I gave him two... I lost." Wen Anzhi felt a little regretful when he saw that the things he had treasured were not taken seriously by the guests. But soon he secretly laughed at himself and suppressed this little bit of petty thought - although it was something sent by the emperor from all over the world, forget it after all, don't be too stingy, right?

"I was lucky enough to be awarded the Jinshi for the second year of the Tianqi period." Wen Anzhi looked at Deng Ming with bright eyes as he spoke.

"Oh," Deng Ming didn't understand the other party's psychology at all. Seeing Wen Anzhi staring at him, he probably had some subtext in his words, but Deng Ming thought for a long time but couldn't understand, so he guessed whether the other party wanted to show off in front of outsiders. Although Deng Ming felt that there was no need to show off to Wen Anzhi at such an old age, he still complimented: "The talent of the Supervisor."

Wen Anzhi was really a little amused after hearing this. It is certainly a great thing to pass the imperial examination, but how could he have the intention to show off in front of such a young man? Wen Anzhi further reminded: "The late emperor... Emperor Qing (Emperor Tianqi) was given the editor of the Hanlin Academy."

"Ah," Deng Ming used to not know that the Master Wen in front of him was a Shuji Shi. Although he knew it now, his only feeling was: "This person is really good at studying." As for what Emperor Deng Ming is referring to, he doesn't know who he refers to. However, Wen Anzhi just said that he was a Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi, and it probably refers to Emperor Tianqi. Deng Ming did not dare to test it, nor did he know what to say, so he continued to say respectfully: "The Master is very knowledgeable and deserves his reputation."

Wen Anzhi looked at Deng Ming carefully for a while and observed whether the other party was pretending to be confused. It seemed that his expression was serious. Wen Anzhi sighed softly, and he had already said so clearly, why did the other party still not understand?

"I have never forgotten the long grace of the emperor for decades. Emperor Lie died for his country and the prince disappeared. I often think that if I am lucky enough to meet Emperor Lie, I will be able to protect the prince even if I fight for this life!" Wen Anzhi said firmly, with a sound of metal and stone. Although he doesn't like to express his attitude so explicitly, the other party just doesn't understand it, which forces him to say it clearly. His meaning is: If you are the orphan of Chongzhen, please make it clear that I, Wen Anzhi, is not a minister who was promoted by a certain vassal king Jian, but a dignified disciple of the emperor, and a Hanlin appointed by your emperor. Even if Yongli is in power, I will never be detrimental to you.

Although he was a little slow before and lacked understanding of Wen Anzhi's hint, Deng Ming also understood what Wen Anzhi was asking. Deng Ming sighed and stood up to apologize and said, "Supervisor Mingjian, I am really not a lost royal family, and I have nothing to do with Liehuang."

Wen Anzhi is currently a minister of the Yongli court. If his words were spread, others would be unpredictable: they might praise him for his loyalty or blame him for being distracted. Wen Anzhi made a great determination to say such obvious words. Seeing that Deng Ming was still pushing and blocking him, Wen Anzhi was furious and asked loudly: "Do you have the intention of doubting me, can you believe what I said?"

A loud voice rumbled in the room. Deng Ming knew that the other party was already angry, but he sighed in his heart: You may doubt my identity for various reasons, and may also hope that I am really the prince of Chongzhen. In this situation, you may even think that this is a miracle of heaven. But as long as I nod, you will ask various questions immediately. It would be fine if there was no knowledge of the poor people. Maybe I could still get away with it, but how could it be possible in front of you? I don’t even know how Chongzhen’s son should rank, nor do I know what the name of the third prince you mentioned. Not to mention that I must report what I have seen and heard, and what happened over the years. I can only firmly deny one way. Even if I admit that it is a royal family, it will be exposed in a short time.

So Deng Ming stood up again and bowed to apologize: "Stop the anger, I am really just an ordinary citizen."

The two confronted each other for a moment, and Wen Anzhi saw that Deng Ming had no intention of changing his words at all, so he had no choice but to see him off.

If Deng Ming admits that he is a royal family, Wen Anzhi will most likely be suspicious, but now Deng Ming insists that he is not, Wen Anzhi is suspicious, just because he is unable to reveal the truth because of some unspeakable hidden secrets.

"I just mentioned that," Wen Anzhi recalled, feeling that from Deng Ming's expression, he did not have any doubts about his words: "He still refused to reveal his identity, so he should not be the orphan of Emperor Lie. I don't know which king he was? But if it weren't for the orphan of Emperor Lie, where did these paintings of the imperial city start..."

Of course, Wen Anzhi did not dare to draw the imperial city, nor did he see anyone painting it. However, he didn't know what rules there were in the palaces in various places. After thinking for a while, he thought of a reason: "There may be pictures of the palaces preserved in the palaces so that the princes of the vassal areas can also know the worship."

"Is it not the King of Tang!" Wen Anzhi thought about which king would deny his identity in front of him in every way. He felt aroused in his heart. After Emperor Longwu died in his country, the little Tang King (that is, Emperor Shaowu) and Emperor Yongli fought fiercely for the throne. Yongli was once pursued by the King of Tang's army in a very embarrassing manner. Later, the little Tang King was captured and killed by the Qing soldiers. It can also be said that in order to compete for the throne, he used all the main force to attack Yongli.

The more Wen Anzhi thought about it, the more reasonable it became: "When the city of Guangzhou was broken, the little Tang King and Su Shi died, it was said that eunuchs escaped with the prince. But the prince was only five years old at that time, and there was no news later. Everyone thought it was nothing strange that he died in this troubled times. Well, he seemed to be in the same age."

Emperor Longwu and Emperor Shaowu were much braver than other royal kings. They all came to the front line to encourage morale and morale. Wen Anzhi thought that Deng Ming's combat style was completely inherited by his predecessors. Since he no longer suspected that Deng Ming was a liar, Deng Ming's achievements were objectively facing Wen Anzhi. Now he has a high evaluation of Deng Ming, and in his heart he really hopes that he has indeed royal blood and can come out when the building is about to collapse to inspire people.

If Deng Ming was the young King of Tang, then his previous vigilance against Wen Anzhi became understandable. Because Longwu had recruited Wen Anzhi as an official, but he did not accept the election. Instead, he came out to serve as the supervisor with one move. In the eyes of those who are interested, it was naturally a manifestation of Wen Anzhi's dissatisfaction with the King of Tang. Although this was not Wen Anzhi's original intention, he could also understand this idea. Thinking of this, Wen Anzhi decided to go indirectly and indirectly tomorrow.

The next day, Wen Anzhi carefully mentioned the King of Tang. As expected, Deng Ming's enthusiasm for Longwu and Shaowu was obviously higher than Chongzhen.

Deng Ming was mistakenly thought by the Ming army that Chongzhen's descendants had been for many days. Now, whenever someone mentioned Chongzhen, he was nervous and was fully alert to prevent saying the wrong words, and he did not have so many concerns about the King of Tang. Moreover, Deng Ming had a little knowledge of the courage of Emperor Longwu. He felt that the Emperor of Southern Ming was different, so he naturally talked a little more. Everyone around him was all subjects of the Ming Dynasty. I don't know how to praise Chongzhen, for you, for you, because you are afraid that you will misunderstand it, but there is no problem to praise Longwu General, please give your own preferences?

After returning to the study, Wen Anzhi smiled slightly and said to himself: "It's cheap big wood (Zheng Chenggong named Damu)."

Wen Anzhi wrote a letter, and after writing, he called Zhao Tianba, and told him bluntly: "I think Mr. Deng is probably the young King of Tang, and I plan to tell Yanping (Zheng Chenggong) about this. I don't have the capable staff at my hand. Are you willing to go to Fujian?"

Zhao Tianba lowered his head and thought, the other party did not hide from him, but could he agree or even contribute to this matter? If Zheng Chenggong heard that the King of Tang might still be alive after the Tang Dynasty, he felt that he would have more hope, and he might have contributed more to the Ming Dynasty. If Deng Ming was really the young King of Tang and had the support of the Zheng family, what should the Emperor Yongli, who was supported by Xiying in the future? If there were any changes, how should Xiying deal with it?

"It's a portal view." Wen Anzhi saw Zhao Tianba's hesitation and sighed softly: "Zhao Qianhu, if it were two years ago, when King Jin was so powerful that Huguang, I would not advise me whether you went or not, but now... can I still have a portal view now?"

Zhao Tianba raised his head and looked at the old governor in front of him.

Hongguang and Longwu once summoned him to an official position. At that time, Wen Anzhi felt that he was over 60 years old and could not bear the heavy responsibility, so he did not come out. But when the Yongli court was already in danger, Wen Anzhi resolutely took office in this regime that was almost eighty. During this period, he heard that the Qing soldiers attacked Kunming, Wen Anzhi gathered all generals to counterattack and led his troops to Chongqing despite the ups and downs. Most of the time, the saying "fight for life" was used to describe hard work, but it was a real fact for Wen Anzhi.

"I will set off to Fujian tomorrow and I will definitely send the letter from the supervisor to Yanping safely." Zhao Tianba agreed with a sigh. Although he would encounter many difficulties and obstacles along the way, he was very confident. After handing over the task, Wen Anzhi taught Zhao Tianba for a while and told him how to answer if Zheng Chenggong asked.

...

Fujian, Xiamen

The number of Ming soldiers guarding outside the commander's tent in the past few days has increased by at least twice. Everyone holds their breath and doesn't whisper, even not daring to speak loudly, for fear of making a little noise. Because of the arrival of a distinguished guest, Zhang Huangyan, the Minister of War of the Ming Dynasty, had just arrived from Zhoushan not long ago to discuss military affairs with the Prince of Yanping.

The two have been discussing for several days. When they returned to their residence today, Zhang Huangyan looked quite excited and said to his staff and guards, "I have decided that we will attack Nanjing!"

"Ah." After hearing this, these people immediately exclaimed. Zhang Huangyan and Zheng Chenggong have been talking secretly these days, so even their confidants didn't know what they had talked about. However, now that we have reached a conclusion, we need to reveal something to our confidant to start the preliminary preparations.

In recent years, the Qing army has put increasing pressure on the Ming army in the coastal areas. It insists on being in Guangdong and Guangxi, and the Ming army in the coastal areas of Fujian have been abandoning their base areas and gathering at the Prince of Yanping. Although this has greatly increased Zheng Chenggong's strength, the problem also comes - where does the food and salary of the increasingly large army come from?

After arriving in Xiamen, Zhang Huangyan heard Zheng Chenggong complain that his troops had exceeded 140,000, and it was still increasing. With such a huge army and military families, it was not easy to seize half of Fujian and raise half of Fujian. Zheng Chenggong is still in stock, and these troops have also brought some wealth, but he has been living in vain. Zheng Chenggong cannot produce a treasure pot of military rations. The same problem also plagued Zhang Huangyan. The resistance movements in Zhejiang and Shandong areas have been destroyed. If the defeated rebels have the chance, they will flee to Zhoushan. Now Zhang Huangyan has an army of 40,000, and he can't afford to support the Zhoushan Islands alone.

Like Zheng Chenggong, Zhang Huangyan's new army was not as easy to control as their original direct line. The army was mixed with fish and dragons, and the disputes and conflicts in the army were also increasing. If one could not establish prestige by a victory and seize a large area of ​​territory to support soldiers and military families, Zhang Huangyan estimated that the combat effectiveness of the army would begin to decline sharply after the materials were exhausted from half a year to a year.

During the discussion for several days, Zhang Huangyan and Zheng Chenggong unanimously rejected the plan to make small fuss in Fujian or the coastal areas of Zhejiang and eastern Fujian. The mountainous areas in eastern Zhejiang and eastern Fujian were not enough to produce. Nanjing! Only Nanjing has enough influence. Only by obtaining a large area of ​​territory in Jiangnan can Zheng Chenggong be supported. Zhang Huangyan’s nearly 200,000 troops and countless families behind the army.

"In order to attack Yunnan and Guizhou, the Tartars drew elite troops from all over the country, and Jiangnan was no exception. Not only the army, but also the navy also drew to the upstream to protect the grain ship from being intercepted by the Wenshu. Nanjing was empty and could not resist the thunder attack of my 200,000 officers and soldiers." After briefly introducing some of the reached plans, Zhang Huangyan expressed his concerns to these confidants: "But what is worrying is after capturing Nanjing."

"What," a young aide immediately asked, "Is Yanping still unwilling to support King Lu?"

"Yes." Zhang Huangyan did not say it clearly, but had some hints to Zheng Chenggong: the war in the southwest seemed not very beneficial to the court. If something unexpected happened, Zhang Huangyan suggested supporting the former Lu Jianguo to inherit the throne. But Zheng Chenggong turned the topic aside and did not accept Zhang Huangyan's words at all.

Zhang Huangyan was helpless and his aides had no good idea. The little Tang King and the Emperor Yongli fought to the death. Everyone knew that Zheng Chenggong was the iron-killer of the Tang King. The old Tang King gave Zheng Chenggong the surname, but also gave him the name "Success".

"Is it because their father and son killed the minister of the regent at Longwu's order?" asked an aide.

"The King of Lu said that he would not care about this matter long ago." Zhang Huangyan replied.

"Is that because the Zheng family once robbed King Lu's military rations on the order of King Tang?"

"The King of Lu doesn't care about this matter." Zhang Huangyan expressed that King of Lu's kindness had also been conveyed.

"That's to stop King Lu from recruiting soldiers back then?"

"Or he participated in coercion and forced King Lu to give up the name of regent?"

Several more people guessed it out loud, and Zhang Huangyan kept shaking his head. He repeatedly told Zheng Chenggong about his magnanimity: "No, King Lu also said that he had long ignored all these things."

"So the danger is after the recovery of Nanjing," Zhang Huangyan said to his aides: "Maybe Yanping is thinking about where to adopt an heir to the King of Tang, so we must neither send troops in this battle nor completely join forces with Yanping..." In short, Zheng Chenggong cannot take away all the credits alone: ​​"If Yanping reveals this meaning at that time, we must argue with reason and dispel his idea."

...

He politely sent Zhang Huangyan away. Zheng Chenggong pondered in the camp, not thinking about the military affairs of attacking Nanjing - Nanjing was empty. This should not be a big problem, but thinking about how to act after conquering Nanjing.

Since ancient times, no more than great achievements than support, and no more than great sin than support. Not to mention the distant ones, look at Yu Qian and Yu Shaobao of this dynasty, even if the great achievements are too great, Yu Shaobao has never led his troops to fight against the emperor like Zheng Chenggong. Whenever Zheng Chenggong thinks that one day the Emperor Yongli will rule the world, he feels endless fear and despair.

Zhang Huangyan and I were originally sympathetic, but after seeing the opportunity to capture Nanjing, they began to move. They also said that King Lu was magnanimous and unyielding: "The revenge of King Lu and me is not smaller than that of Emperor Yongli and I. I didn't care about anything that happened in the past decade, but why do I remember it so clearly if I don't care about it?"

Unfortunately, the King of Tang was extinct. Although he heard that the prince was carried away when the city of Guangzhou was broken, there was no news for Zheng Chenggong to investigate in the future. It was obviously aborted. Otherwise, there would be no reason that he would not find his own army for so many years. Several times Zheng Chenggong secretly made up his mind to find someone to impersonate him, but I think Zhang Huangyan was not so easy to fool. In the end, he gave up.

"This time I regained Nanjing is a great contribution. I will first cry on Taizu's Xiaomao, and then cry on the city after it is broken, and then choose a royal family to adopt it to the King of Tang." Zheng Chenggong also knew that doing this would be inconsistent with etiquette and law, and it would definitely be fiercely opposed, but it was related to the fate of the family, and it would be another great contribution to support it: "Well, I will take one with the army, and after the city is broken, I will do this on the Xiaomao!"—

The author's note: There is an outline, but the manuscript is seriously nervous. After discussion, for the sake of quality, I will change 6,000 words today and 6,000 words tomorrow. I will not update the same on the weekend. How about it?
Chapter completed!