Daming Yinghua

Chapter 14 I Only Robbed This Miss Zheng
Mao Wenlong jumped straight out of the carriage, tucked the wedge-shaped cart under the wheels, threw a grain bag to the horse, and praised: "What a good horse!"

Then he said to the entourage who had gathered: "Damn it, I was really jealous when I saw the row of horses in the bandit's lair today. If it wasn't for the fact that the boy from the Sichuan Army was also a member of the court, I would have taken you to grab it. Let's Liaodong asked the Mongolian Tatars to buy a horse for middle use, which is very expensive."

All the followers joined in.

They all spoke with a northern accent, only Mao Wenlong, who was born in Hangzhou, spoke with a faint Wuyue accent.

Zheng Haizhu saw that Mao Wenlong turned a deaf ear to his respectful inquiry, and he was completely different from the polite appearance when Ma Xianglin was present in the bandit village this morning.

When he was in a state of panic, Mao Wenlong turned back from the horse's head and lifted her out of the car.

Zheng Haizhu screamed instinctively, and Huang Zunsu, who reacted behind him, hurriedly bowed and jumped out of the carriage. Before he could stand still, the voice of shouting and questioning sounded: "General Mao, what are you doing!"

With a clang, a Liaodong soldier's scimitar came out of its sheath and lay across Huang Zunsu's chest.

Almost at the same time, there was another sound of hooves on the official road, and two Liaodong soldiers galloped to them, and dragged a thin farmer and a half-year-old girl of twelve or thirteen from their horses.

"Mao Shoubei, he is the only one in the nearby villages who can drive a car. This is his daughter."

Mao Wenlong showed a malicious expression on his face, he stuffed the whip into the farmer's arms, and said to the frightened father and daughter: "You, one is driving the carriage, the other is serving the lady inside, send the lady and the two men to Songjiang Mansion .I am a member of the imperial court, and I will return to Songjiang in a few days. If I find that things are not done well, I will bring people to burn your village."

The farmer was honest and timid, so he didn't dare to ask more questions, and nodded repeatedly.

Han Ximeng and Zheng Shoukuan, who was awakened, also rushed to the door of the car at this time, but were also blocked by Liaodong soldiers with knives.

Huang Zunsu listened to Mao Wenlong's words, as long as Zheng Haizhu was taken away, doubts replaced shock and anger.

He tried his best to put on a calm and reasonable tone, and said solemnly: "General Mao, you know who I am, but I don't want to overwhelm others with power. I just want to ask, whether you are an old friend of the Zheng family or not." , you are all registered frontier generals of the Ministry of War, and you have a provenance, you suddenly acted against Miss Zheng, you must not have malicious intentions, why?"

Mao Wenlong restrained his fierce look slightly, cupped his hands at Huang Zunsu, and said: "I have no intention of offending Mr. Huang and Ms. Han, so I specially found a villager to send you to Fucheng. On the other hand, I will not hide it from you, I do know this person The Zheng family has neither friendship nor enmity. For Miss Zheng, I am sending her to a good place to enjoy life, not to take her back to Liaodong to be my concubine. That’s fine, don’t talk nonsense about the rest, I have to hurry.”

After saying that, Mao Wenlong waved his hand, ordering his followers to tie up Huang Zunsu, who was still yelling at him, and Zheng Shoukuan, who was struggling and scolding, and put them back in the car. Then he said to Han Ximeng, who was pale and begged for money in exchange: "Han! Miss, don't worry, I'm looking for a good future for your loyal servant, maybe she will be richer than you in the future."

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The night is all in one, the stars are flat and wild.

The tide in the evening wind is very strong, and there are waves of waves in my ears.

The horse team walked close to the border between the dense forest and the tidal flat, and walked in the dark for about half an hour amidst the hooting of owls and owls, and stopped at the seaside after bypassing a reef with high and low rocks gathered like ghosts.

Mao Wenlong took Zheng Haizhu, who was lying on the horse's back with his hands bound, down on the beach, and skillfully cut the rope.

"Miss Zheng is suffering." Although his voice was rough, his apology did not look like a mocking tease.

The bumps and fear caused Zheng Haizhu's brain to lack oxygen, and he had been in a trance for half an hour. At this moment, his feet finally touched the ground, but he couldn't stand at all, and he was so weak that he sat on the sand.

Mao Wenlong signaled his entourage to bring dry food and water, Zheng Haizhu wolfed down the cow and drank it, and finally regained some vitality.

The words Mao Wenlong said when he suddenly changed his face on the official road in the afternoon, and the details of the indecent and obscene actions along the way, made Zheng Haizhu judge that Mao Wenlong hijacked her, it seemed that it had nothing to do with scandal, but to send her somewhere , perhaps, to someone.

At least for now, his life should be safe.

Zheng Haizhu raised his head slightly, and asked Mao Wenlong in a calm tone, "General, is this place Nanhuizui?"

Mao Wenlong was surprised: "Hey, are you familiar with this place?"

Zheng Haizhu recalled the drowsy scene that came into view intermittently just now, and said calmly: "Before my elder brother was awarded a Jinshi, he traveled in Nanzhili and Fujian and Zhejiang. After I learned how to read, I read his notes. It mentioned that on the seaside near Songjiang, there is an eagle's mouth called Nanhui Tsui, and a Sifang City was built to guard against Japanese pirates. I saw the city wall from a distance just now, so I guessed like this."

Mao Wenlong nodded, and said in a harmonious voice: "You little girl, you have really good knowledge and brains. My eldest girl is about the same age as you, and she was raised like a stupid roe deer in the grass nest in Liaodong, alas."

Before he finished speaking, a follower who was chewing pancakes said carelessly: "Mao Shoubei, your eldest girl, please give it to the villain, will it work? The villain's father is in our village. Notoriously afraid of my mother, my temperament will definitely follow my father's, and I will definitely serve Miss Mao well, from a silly roe deer to a tigress."

The crowd laughed.

As for Mao Wenlong, he suddenly lost the air of being a superior official, and said cheerfully: "Xu San, you don't look like a kid. I don't like it. After you return to Liaodong, you can kill a few more Jurchen Tartars, and you can give me a lot of money." Be a son-in-law."

"Okay, okay, kill the tartar, I also want to be Mao Shoubei's son-in-law, the girls in Shoubei's family are all very handsome."

"I'm not only killing ordinary Tartars, I'm also killing slave chieftains, why are you yawning..."

"The slave chief's name is Nurhachi!"

"Yes, yes, Nurhachi. Mao Shoubei, villain, I will cut off the old chief's head, and use it as a chamber pot for you!"

"You kid is all bragging."

At this time, large tracts of land such as eastern and southern Liaoning had not yet been occupied by the Jurchens led by Nurhachi, and many of the Han defenders and residents were from Dengzhou and Qinglai, so most of them spoke with a Jiaoliao accent.

Zheng Haizhu was surrounded by the joyful and peaceful Shandong dialect, as if listening to the Shandong allegro of later generations, he forgot his unlucky situation for a moment, and laughed sullenly.

After a while, after hearing that Mao Wenlong was joking with his subordinates, he began to seriously discuss whether Nurhachi would go west to attack Sarhu.

This place name, which is well known in the annals of later generations, suddenly made Zheng Haizhu look up, looking at the high-spirited Mao Wenlong in front of him, feeling sad.

It is now 1616 AD in history. In this year, Nurhaci, the leader of the Jianzhou Jurchen in the northeast, officially became the Great Khan and established the Houjin regime.

From the perspective of future generations, the death knell of the Ming Dynasty has sounded.

After the adventure in the bandit's den, Zheng Haizhu was a little confused. If he hadn't stabbed Xu Aliu himself, would Huang Zunsu and Han Ximeng have been killed by Xu Aliu?In the real history, these two people lived to the Tianqi period and the Chongzhen period respectively. In the time and space where they did not appear, they were not killed in the Wanli period.

Is it because another noble person appeared to save their lives in the real history, or is this Ming Dynasty that I traveled through is just a parallel time and space?
So, what will happen to Mao Wenlong, the most famous military figure in the late Ming Dynasty?
Where is he taking me?
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