The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 272 Zheng Chenggong's Strategy
The struggle between the northern and southern Confucian sects was a fact that actually happened in history.

There is a lot of treachery in this matter, and the truth has already gone away with the passage of time.

Anyway, no one knows the real situation of the matter, so it is better to use this matter to make good use of it.

Even if this matter is rediscovered, it is estimated that no one will be able to find out clearly.

Fishing in troubled waters is the most suitable.

Sun Chuanting thought very well, that is to rediscover this case, saying that the people of the Confucius family today are not the descendants of Confucius.

As long as this brand is imprinted on them, even if the current Yan Shenggong is killed, no one will be able to pick out any faults.

Whether it is the operation or the whole process, this matter is relatively simple and does not take much effort.

After returning, Sun Chuanting sat in the study, thinking about it quietly.

It didn't take long for Sun Chuanting to sort out the detailed process of this matter.

Find a person with a relatively distant blood in the Kong family, and then forge some evidence, and then let these people spread these so-called "evidences" in the market.

The general process is like this, as long as the operation is good, this matter can be handled easily.

"Do you want to tell His Majesty about this matter?!"

Sun Chuanting walked out of the study, stood in the yard outside, looked at the stars in the sky, and frowned.

After thinking for a while, I dismissed the idea.

This kind of thing can only be done by Sun Chuanting himself. If he tells Sun Jie about this, it is equivalent to kicking the ball to Sun Jie.

In this way, no matter how good Sun Chuanting thinks, it has nothing to do with Sun Jie.

Therefore, Sun Chuanting could only figure out a solution for this matter and could not tell Sun Jie.

After thinking about the key points here, Sun Chuanting started to do it.

The winter this year is extremely cold, especially in Jinling. The cold wind cuts people's faces like a knife.

However, for those high-ranking officials and dignitaries, it was nothing. They had clothes to keep out the cold and could cope with it casually.

The people in Jinling City are getting more and more bitter and cold. Without clothes to keep out the cold, they can only endure the cold winter silently. No one knows whether they can survive this winter.

As the Minister of the Ministry of War, Yang Sichang holds great power, so he naturally doesn't worry that he won't be able to eat.

In fact, he is living a very good life now, and he is eating in the palace with the current emperor Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong, the emperor, is nothing short of a joke.

Not only does he not have any power, but in matters of life, he even has to abide by the rules formulated by Yang Sichang.

It's not that he didn't think of resisting, but besides Yang Sichang, no one in the world would be loyal to him now.

Tea is cold for people, even for the emperor.

Zhu Cihong in the warm pavilion looked at the delicious food on the table in front of him, without any appetite.

Yang Sichang sat opposite him, eating with relish, as if he had been hungry for days.

Sitting at the same table with the emperor, other courtiers would have been terrified and at a loss for a long time, but for Yang Sichang, there was no fear at all.

Today's Zhu Cihong is nothing more than a clay bodhisattva in the temple.

If you praise him, he is the emperor, if you don't praise him, he is just a little baby.

He took a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed carefully.

It seemed delicious, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Putting down his chopsticks, he looked at Zhu Cihong who was sitting opposite, and asked, "Why doesn't Your Majesty eat it, but the taste is not good?"

Although the tone was calm, Zhu Cihong was still taken aback.

It's just like the young Wanli Emperor when he met Zhang Juzheng, even more than that.

A trace of panic flashed across Zhu Cihong's face, and he hurriedly put the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing Zhu Cihong like this, Yang Sichang smiled.

At this time, he is like Cao Cao in history, or Dong Zhuo.

I closed my eyes and thought for a while, probably, Zhang Juzheng was like this back then.

This is what it means to hold great power, and it feels so comfortable to let the emperor bow his head.

Yang Sichang opened his eyes and continued to deal with the food on the table.

He enjoys this kind of fairy-like life very much. Compared with the time when he was a courtier, this life is really comfortable.

He also knew who gave him his comfort, it wasn't from the little emperor in front of him, but from Zheng Zhilong who held a heavy soldier.

"Master, I heard that Thief Sun has captured Shandong?!"

Zhu Cihong, who was eating, stopped what he was doing, suddenly looked at Yang Sichang, and asked this question.

Yang Sichang was slightly taken aback, displeasure spread across his face.

"Who told His Majesty this?"

Yang Sichang looked at Zhu Cihong without squinting.

Today's entire imperial palace is full of Yang Sichang's people. For this kind of news, the management is very strict, and any information about the current situation is prohibited from entering the palace.

Unexpectedly, with all precautions, there was still no defense.

"It was said by the young master of Zhenhai Hou's family. A few days ago, he came to the palace and told the news about the current situation!" Zhu Cihong looked at Yang Sichang cautiously, for fear of offending him.

The face covered with anger returned to normal in an instant.

If it was someone else, Yang Sichang could still deal with it, but if it was Zheng Zhilong's son, then he could just pretend it didn't happen.

"Haha, I don't know the news. It may be a rumor in the market. It may be that someone deceived the young master of Zhenhaihou's family!"

Yang Sichang laughed and slapped haha.

That's the only way, otherwise, do you still have to fight against Zheng Zhilong?

Zhu Cihong didn't speak any more, fell silent, and ate quietly.

Seeing that Zhu Cihong didn't pursue him, Yang Sichang relaxed a lot.

The food was almost finished, so Yang Sichang didn't stay here any longer, he said goodbye, arranged his homework, and left.

Looking at the back of Yang Sichang walking out, the cuteness on Zhu Cihong's face disappeared completely, replaced by sternness.

It is easiest for people to grow up in the midst of insidiousness. Since Yang Sichang and the others left Chongzhen and went south, countless things have happened to Zhu Cihong. He was just a kid who didn't understand anything back then, but now he understands a lot.

However, the age is there, but he has just opened his mind, and he is only superficial about many things.

Not long after Yang Sichang left, a young man entered the palace.

He is Zheng Sen, the son of Zheng Zhilong, Marquis of Zhenhai today, who will be Zheng Chenggong in the future.

"Chen Zheng Sen greets His Majesty!"

Zheng Sen stood in the imperial study room and bowed to Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong ignored the uncleared dishes in front of him, hurriedly stood up from the chair, and said repeatedly: "Zheng Aiqing doesn't need to do this, Zheng Aiqing doesn't need to do this!"

Zheng Chenggong stood up straight and looked at Zhu Cihong.

"When I came here just now, I saw Master Yang. Looking at the situation now, it seems that Master Yang had dinner here?!"

Zheng Chenggong pointed to the bowls and chopsticks in front of him and asked.

There are two sets of bowls and chopsticks, apart from the one in front of Zhu Cihong, the one opposite him.

Now in the whole of Jiangnan, apart from Yang Sichang, there is no other person who dares to do this.

Zheng Zhilong is more powerful than Yang Sichang, but he doesn't like this kind of thing, and he doesn't like to go to the palace to find Zhu Cihong.

To Zheng Zhilong, Zhu Cihong was just a half-grown kid, a puppet, and it was useless to look for him, and he had nothing to look for.

"You all go out, no one is allowed to enter without His Majesty's order, otherwise, be careful of your lives!"

Zheng Sen looked at the eunuchs and maids in the room again, with a bad expression and an unhappy tone.

These are Yang Sichang's people, he will not give any good looks.

Even if Yang Sichang was face to face, he still had to call him Young Master Zheng.

The eunuchs and maids in the room didn't dare to complain, so they could only walk out respectfully.

After everyone left, Zhu Cihong dared to vomit his bitterness. He had a bitter face, "Who said it wasn't right? I've already eaten, and my husband just asked me to accompany him to eat again!"

"Although Mr. Yang is the official of the imperial court today, the things he has done are really against the way of a courtier."

Zheng Chenggong began to apply eye drops to Yang Sichang.

The two of them should be in the same group, but Zheng Chenggong didn't care about it.

Right now, he is a hot-blooded young man, his whole body is still warm-blooded, and what he thinks about in his heart is the Great Ming Dynasty and Wanli Rivers and Mountains.

Although he is young, he is exactly the same as him in history, and even more intense than him in history.

"Today's imperial court is full of treacherous sycophants. If it weren't for these sycophants, how would Sun Thief have developed to this point? In the final analysis, it is all the fault of sycophants!"

It is already obvious who the traitor is.

If he was a seasoned emperor, he would think about what Zheng Chenggong said, and what was his purpose?
It is impossible to really get rid of Yang Sichang for his own sake.

And this remark, is it his own idea, or Zheng Zhilong's idea?
What is his purpose for doing this? Is it really for his own sake as he said?
Zhu Cihong is still young now, and although he has experienced many things, the problem is still very superficial. Naturally, he couldn't think of this, thinking that Zheng Chenggong was thinking of himself.

For a moment, Zhu Cihong was deeply moved.

Zheng Chenggong really only came here out of his own ideas, not at the instigation of Zheng Zhilong.

Today's scene is very similar to history.

Although they are father and son, the difference is more than tens of millions.

Zheng Zhilong would not do such a thing, it would not do him any good.

"As the saying goes, one must first secure the interior if you want to get rid of the grandson thief, you must deal with these traitors, if you can't get rid of these traitors, then these people are like moths, gnawing at the foundation of Ming Dynasty. "

Zheng Chenggong was eloquent.

His father, Zheng Zhilong, was also worried at this time, but it was completely different from Zheng Chenggong's.

In the study, he looked at a map on the table and frowned.

His two brothers Zheng Zhihu and Zheng Zhibao stood in front of him, also frowning.

"Thief Sun has already captured Shandong, and is not far from us. If this continues, I'm afraid he will kill us sooner or later!"

Zheng Zhilong's voice sounded in the room, full of worry.

Speaking of which, Zheng Zhilong didn't worry about these things at all before.

One is that Sun Jie is still far away from him, and the other is that he doesn't know Sun Jie's strength and the strength of soldiers and horses.

Having been on the sea for so many years, Zheng Zhilong is very confident in his army.

But now, Sun Jie has conquered the entire Shandong in such a short period of time, the speed of which shocked him.

If they were left alone, sooner or later, Sun Jie would come to the city.

Before that, Zheng Zhilong sent some soldiers to Shandong, who planned to infiltrate there.

When Sun Jie attacked, these soldiers retreated directly.

Originally, what Zheng Zhilong wanted was to let these soldiers meet Sun Jie's soldiers and horses, at least to try out some.

But according to the soldiers who came back, there was no way to resist, let alone resist, they didn't even have the heart.

When these soldiers came back, what they said was very exaggerated.

Words such as "thunder rolling in the sky" and "turbulent heaven and earth" emerged endlessly.

These soldiers are all Zheng Zhilong's cronies, he believes.

"Could it be that grandson's strength is really so strong? If so, what should we do?"

Zheng Zhihu's face was ugly, extremely ugly.

"Then what should we do now? How long has it been since Sun Jie started attacking Shandong until Shandong was captured?

Judging from our strength, it may take a long time to win Shandong. If we compare this way, we are probably not the opponents! "

Zheng Zhibao's face was full of worry and gloom.

The room fell silent, and everyone shut their mouths.

Before absolute strength, any rhetoric is false.

The three of them were worried and apprehensive, but that was all.

Because there is nothing they can do.

"Sigh, I didn't expect Bandit Sun to be so terrifying and so powerful.

Those previous thoughts, now it seems, are all wrong! Zheng Zhilong kept shaking his head and sighed repeatedly.

"By the way, brother, do you want to meet the envoy of the Tokugawa shogunate?!"

Zheng Zhihu suddenly asked.

Not long ago, the Tokugawa shogunate sent several envoys to inquire about Zheng Zhilong's thoughts on the alliance.

When Zheng Chenggong's mother was sent back, the Tokugawa shogunate said this.

One side attacked and killed from North Korea, and the other attacked and killed from Jinling.

At that time, Zheng Zhilong didn't care about these at all, so he just ignored it.

Later, the Tokugawa shogunate sent several envoys to inquire.

But Zheng Zhilong didn't have that plan in mind, so he left those people there.

"meet him?"

Zheng Zhilong muttered, his gaze became deep.

"These people in the Tokugawa shogunate are all ambitious people, if we mix with them, is it really okay?
Back then, the Tokugawa family attacked Toyotomi Hideyoshi. They were a group of dishonest guys. If we join forces with them, I'm afraid something will happen.

If the matter is accomplished, the Tokugawa shogunate will definitely kick us out, and if the matter fails, it will definitely sell us.Cooperating with them is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger, which is why I have been ignoring them before! "Zheng Zhilong said in a deep voice.

The people in the room fell silent again.

What Zheng Zhilong said is true.

If it cooperates with the Tokugawa shogunate, the follow-up will not be good.

This is like a mouse in a bellows, in a dilemma!

(End of this chapter)