Guangzhou, Pingnan Prince's Mansion.

While listening to the opera, Shang Kexi said to his son Shang Zhixin: "The imperial court has just arrived and ordered me to lead troops to Jiangxi to assist the imperial court in quelling the rebellion."

Shang Zhixin was surprised when he heard this and said, "Did your father agree?"

Shang Kexi glared at him fiercely and said, "What a nonsense. Can I not agree to such a thing? That is an imperial edict, and the imperial edict must be followed."

Shang Zhixin was very dissatisfied and said, "My father's words are wrong. If it were a few years ago, we certainly had no reason to refuse. But now the Qing court is retreating step by step, and now even Huguang and Nanjing are lost. What qualifications are there to order us like this?"

Shang Ke sighed happily and thought to himself that this son really doesn't let him worry.

"Xin'er, I don't often tell you that you should look farther than what you see. Although the court has suffered several defeats now, its size is there. How can a mantis shaking a tree and a mantis arm beating a chariot be successful? The Ming court is already in a desperate situation, and now it is just a desperate struggle and a return. Sooner or later, the world will still be from the Qing Dynasty."

"Even so, we can't be called around like a dog."

Shang Zhixin was arrogant, and after Shang Kexi was named King Pingnan, he even had his nostrils lifted to the sky after he was granted the title of King Pingnan to the vassal of Guangdong.

"We can send troops, but the court must be responsible for the supply of food and grass. If we ask us to prepare food and grass ourselves, we will be a big fucking battle."

He snorted, "I can even think of this idea as the old dog Fan Wencheng. How could Shunzhi, a pig brain, come up with this kind of poisonous plan to kill people with a knife!"

"Xiner, don't talk nonsense!"

Shang Kexi hurriedly interrupted Shang Zhixin.

"What are you afraid of? Guangdong is the territory of our Shang family. If anyone dares to gossip, I will cut his tongue."

Shang Kexi was very helpless. Why did he give birth to such a son? It's really not worry-free.

"Father, we can delay this matter, even if we go there, we can't do it so early."

Shang Zhixin's eyes turned around and then continued: "If my son was not mistaken, the Qing court should have also awarded the same decree to King Jingnan."

Today, King Jingnan is Geng Jimao, the eldest son of Geng Zhongming.

In the sixth year of Shunzhi, Geng Zhongming was impeached because his subordinates were hiding a fugitive. He hanged himself in horror.

Although the court was lenient and did not seize the title, and ordered his eldest son Geng Jimao to inherit the title, Geng Jimao must have had a lot of hatred in his heart.

The so-called fugitive law was a strict law in the Qing Dynasty.

Because of the implementation of the land grabbing and hair shaving order, many people in the north could not bear it and fled to the south such as Guangdong, Fujian and other places.

Geng Zhongming ended up in a miserable end because his subordinates hid their escape.

From this point of view, we can see that although Shang Kexi and others were granted the title of vassal king, they were just a dog in the eyes of the Qing court.

When they are needed, they can be let go and bite people. When they are not needed, they can be kicked away, or even peeled and cooked dog meat.

"The father can wait for the movements of King Jingnan before making a decision."

How could Shang Kexi not hear such a strong hint?

My son was telling him not to be the first to avoid becoming Geng Zhongming's second.

Shang Kexi and Geng Zhongming are old friends.

Although he had a big fuss about fighting for this blessed land in Guangdong as a vassal, he felt uncomfortable when he saw his old friend committing suicide so frustratedly.

Now he continues to hang out and waits for his old friend's son to come forward. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like what an uncle should do.

"What does it matter if it's going to send troops early and late? As long as you don't have a complete fall in love like Wu Sangui, this soldier should be sent."

"Father, in my opinion, Wu Sangui is the real smart person."

Shang Zhixin saw that Shang Kexi still had a stubborn attitude and was a little anxious.

"As the saying goes, picking the persimmons and pinching them. Wu Sangui is like this, and he just needs to pull the flag and rebel. Didn't the Qing court say anything?"

He took a breath and said, "Sometimes, only when the fist is shining out can others know that you are not easy to bully."

"Although Wu Sangui now controls Yunnan, there are Ming troops in Sichuan to the north and Qing troops in Guizhou to the east, so his life is not easy."

"But at least no one can call him around."

Shang Zhixin was also a stubborn temper and said fiercely: "Does your father want to bow down in front of the old dog Hong Chengchou and wait for the order?"

After hearing this, he was still silent.

He actually could accept everything else, but it was a bit difficult to accept that Hong Chengchou was obeying orders.

No matter what, he is also a vassal king, and Hong Chengchou is just a minister. He has no place to give up his face when obeying such a person.

What is certain is that once he goes to Jiangxi, he will inevitably be ordered by Hong Chengchou.

Because they are a guest army, this point is clearly expressed in the imperial edict.

"What's my son's solution?"

Although Shang Zhixin is only in his early twenties, he often offers advice to Shang Kexi.

"Why would you find a reason and say that you are sick and ill. Please send troops later."

Shang Zhixin swallowed and said, "Then we will delay and wait a few months before we arrive in Jiangxi. Maybe the battle will be over."

Shang Kexi shook his head suddenly when he heard this.

"No, this is too obvious. Anyone with a discerning eye can see my attitude, and the emperor will not be angry to death."

"Father, you have to think about it. It's easy to go there, but it's not easy to get out of it."

Seeing his son looking forward so much, Shang Kexi said a little dissatisfied: "My son is worried about Li Dingguo? In the tenth year of Shunzhi, I defeated Li Dingguo in Zhaoqing. In the eleventh year of Shunzhi, I defeated him in Xinhui. Others may be afraid of Li Dingguo, but I am the nemesis of Li Dingguo and won all the results!"

This is also the most proud thing about Shang Kexi. Others may be afraid of Li Dingguo. Because of the two famous kings, many people have heard that Li Dingguo has changed their qualities.

But Shang Kexi will not.

After all, the record is here, and the psychological advantage is too great.

"Don't misunderstand my father. My son thinks that the sudden attack on the city and the village is not necessarily because of Li Dingguo alone."

"Who else can Li Dingguo be? Is it because of Yongli?"

Shang Kexi laughed and said, "Yongli fled back and forth in Guangdong and Guangxi, like a rat crossing the street. Such a timid person had been under the throne for more than ten years. If Li Dingguo had not been eliminated, he would have been driven out of office long ago. Such a person would have changed the situation of the war?"

"But my son heard that Yongli has changed his personality in the past two years, and the Ming army is very convinced by him."

"I won't say these useless things. I agree that you don't want to be the first to do this, but I will definitely have to send troops. So, I will write a letter to King Jingnan and ask him when he will send troops. When King Jingnan sends troops, I will send troops again."

Seeing that his father was so determined, Shang Zhixin didn't say much and nodded, "Son, I'll order the Folang Ji people in the Fukuo Realm to send more cannons and muskets."

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Chapter completed!