Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 240

  When Zhu Houzhao heard Fang Jifan say the word Milu, his eyes lit up immediately, his clear face was full of joy, and he nodded excitedly.

   "You... you actually thought of it?"

  Of course, I knew about it more than ten years ago in the process of sorting out the memoirs of Ming Dynasty.

  Fang Jifan thought to himself.

  Zhu Houzhao danced excitedly.

"The crux of the problem lies in this... Judging from the situation two years ago when Milu rebelled, a chieftain's daughter in Milu actually provoked such a massive rebellion. The court still despised her before, but now she can almost It is concluded that this woman is very likely to be a native of Guizhou... um..."

  He paused and thought for a while before continuing.

   "The co-lord, or... this woman is very good at deceiving people's hearts. Those civil and military officials in Guizhou have not yet come to their senses. They are stupidly suppressing thieves there. There is no end to suppressing this thieves."

When Zhu Houzhao said this, his eyes were full of disappointment and disappointment: "The civil and military people in the world are all idiots, but I am the only one..." He dragged out the ending, as if he felt that such bragging was not good, and then turned to Fang Jifan again. With a smile: "He Laofang is the smartest."

   "..."

  Zhu Houzhao became serious again and started looking for a map.

"Since Wang Shi ordered Fang Zongbing to stand firm in the city, the question is, why did Fang Zongbing escape? In my opinion, this must be a rumor, just slander, but why did Fang Zongbing leave? I heard that , took away 800 people, and only took ten days of dry food..."

  Zhu Houzhao's eyes sparkled. At this moment, he looked serious. He no longer looked like a child, but more like a commanding general, with sharp eyes and a calm face.

   Fang Jifan became worried when he heard that he only brought 800 people with him.

  His original intention of compiling the book was just to let his father go to plead with Wang Shi and take the whole mountain camp to Shijianzhai, but he ignored the conflict between his father and Wang Shi.

  He could only secretly hope that Fang Jinglong was safe and sound.

"Your father is going to look for Milu!" Zhu Houzhao finally said firmly: "This is the only possibility. But I was thinking, why...your father is going to look for Milu at this time, why didn't he go earlier, or Waiting for a few days to go... Bengong thought for an hour before he remembered Anshun... The bandit army besieged Anshun, with Milu's cunning, they must want to repeat the old tricks, and want to besiege the city and fight for reinforcements."

   "Governor Wang Shi, how can he fail to see Milu's way, but so what if he sees it through, this is not a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy."

  Zhu Houzhao was so angry that the whole person couldn't help howling.

"If Wang Shi didn't rush to help, the bandit army could attack Anshun with all its strength. Once Anshun fell, he, the governor, could not bear such a big responsibility. Therefore, even if Wang Shi knew that there was a fraud, he could only bite the bullet and rush to the rescue. , Did you read the report? Wang Shi used infantry as the forward. Although he divided his troops into two groups, the distance between the two groups of soldiers and horses was not large, and he used cavalry on the flanks. Although Shi's move is passive, it is really helpless, but...fortunately, he is also a man who knows how to fight, even if he is ambushed, he may suffer some losses, but according to my predictions, the losses will not be too great."

   As he spoke, Zhu Houzhao slammed his fist on the desk so hard that his hand hurt, but he continued to analyze like a person who was okay.

"It would be great if Bengong was in Guiyang. Bengong would give up Anshun and look for Milu. Only by solving Milu, all problems can be solved. This...maybe the reason why your father left, he thought The war ended earlier, so I decided to take the risk, so where did your father go to look for Miru, he must have noticed something, this...inspired me a little bit?"

   Seeing Zhu Houzhao's red eyes, as if he had fallen into madness, Fang Jifan didn't bother him, and let him continue to go crazy.

"Do you still remember that Bengong said that your father only ordered people to bring ten days' rations? Guizhou's terrain, marching for ten days, can't go very far, and a hundred and fifty miles is not bad...so... "

  Zhu Houzhao pointed at the map with his finger, as if in his heart, with Guiyang as the center, he restricted all the fortresses within a hundred and fifty miles.

   Finally, he clicked on the place thirty miles to the east not far from Shijianzhai, with a strange brilliance in his eyes, and he said firmly.

"If my guess is correct, maybe your father's goal is here. This is Longquan Village. It is not a battleground for military strategists, nor is it a thoroughfare. Milu wants to hide, but he also wants to be on the front line. She will definitely not be too far away from Anshun for remote control warfare, but she will never expose herself to dangerous situations. This Longquan village has always been a place where the officers and soldiers are negligent. I have compared the maps of different versions several times. Surprisingly, I found that there are several editions of maps that even omit this Longquan village, and don’t even mark it. It may be in Guizhou. Here, it is almost equivalent to an existence that no one cares about. Father must be here too!"

all hit!

  This analysis is so **** exciting that Fang Jifan couldn't help but applaud.

   Zhu Houzhao is simply a model of talking on paper. In fact, talking on paper is not a derogatory term, because before any war starts, people reason and simulate based on talking on paper.

   It's just that the only thing Zhu Houzhao did wrong was Longquan Village.

  Fang Jifan took a look at Zhu Houzhao, pointed to the map, and asked with a smile, "Why doesn't Your Highness think it will be Shijian Village?"

   "Shijianzhai?" Zhu Houzhao was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the map again, his eyes flickered with slight hesitation, but in the end, he still smiled at Fang Jifan.

"Reasonably speaking, although this Shijian village is not much different from my inference, the two villages are not far apart, but, just, I think that Longquan village is more certain, and I believe in my own judgment .”

  He is very confident, it can be said that he is very sure of his own judgment.

  Fang Jifan let out a sigh of relief.

   "What?" Seeing Fang Jifan, Zhu Houzhao was not in the mood: "Are you worried about your father? There is nothing to worry about."

  Zhu Houzhao seems to have just come to his senses, what’s the use of saying such a big deal, his father doesn’t know if he’s alive or not, after thinking about it, should he comfort Lao Fang...

  So Zhu Houzhao also sighed, and patted Fang Jifan on the shoulder.

"Old Fang, in fact, your father is very lucky. Being able to be a general and running for hundreds of miles is something that many people yearn for. The general died in a hundred battles. Your Fang family is a family of generals. What's wrong with being able to shroud a corpse in horse leather? .”

   As he spoke, envy showed in his eyes.

"I just wish it wasn't your father, otherwise, I should be in the dense forest of Guizhou, being attacked by thieves from all over the forest. I carry a long sword in my hand, and have a good fight with the thieves. If you die, you will die, champion." If Hou doesn't regard death as his home, why are the Huns so afraid of him? Death... is the most regrettable thing for a general. If there is such a way to die in this palace one day, it will not be in the palace or on the sickbed Go, not die among the eunuchs..."

  The more he talked...Zhu Houzhao became excited, his eyes flashed, as if he had forgotten his own responsibilities.

"Instead of dying on the battlefield, a barbarian or a native stabbed a knife in the lower ribs of the palace. The blood of the palace splashed out like a canopy. The palace roared into the sky, looking around, everywhere Fire, shouts of killing everywhere, piled up corpses, Ben Gong knelt down, gradually felt exhausted, life was like blood flowing out, gradually pulled away from Ben Gong's body, after hearing the last drums and horns , Ben Gong finally fell in a pool of blood..."

   "Old Fang, Lao Fang... You said... You said this way of death... Hey, why are you crying? Bengong is not dead yet... Oh... We should say your father, your father..."

  Fang Jifan's heart was really pierced, he was panicked and uncomfortable.

  Zhu Houzhao hurriedly grabbed Fang Jifan's hand: "Why don't you hit me... to vent your anger... Come on, come on, I won't fight back."

   Grabbing Fang Jifan's hand firmly, he desperately pushed it into his chest.

   "Come, come, hit here, hit Ben Gong in the face..."

  …

At the door of the classroom, Liu Jin hunched over and stood in an inconspicuous corner, looking at the two young men under the candlelight, with a kind smile on his face forever, he turned around suddenly, and behind him was a long The corridor, beyond the long corridor, are the lights of Wanjia, and the sound of debate in the school.

  There is a moon in the sky, and the moon is like a hook.

  The brilliance of the moon shadow is like the lamp under the veil in the palace, hazy.

   Liu Jin looked up at the moon, and then looked down at his own shadow.

My own shadow, how lonely, under this empty corridor, in the yard, looking at the eyes of the shadow, in a trance, he murmured softly: "We work so hard, why is our life still so lonely?" Woolen cloth…"

   On the ground, the hunched shadow did not respond to him.

   At this moment, Liu Jin's tears wet his clothes.

  …

  Guizhou.

  In the big tent, Wang Shi wrote memorials angrily.

This is already the seventh day of the dispatch of troops. In the past seven days, the army has encountered countless raids, big and small. It also came in handy.

  Wang Shi knows better than anyone else that Anshun...is a bait, and he is a fish that insists on taking the bait.

  Wang Shi couldn't stay in this hot and humid place for a day. He was even a little sad and angry. Are you stupid? No, I am not stupid at all, so what are Milu's little tricks? However, as the governor himself, he had no choice.

The power given to the governor by the imperial court seems to be great, but in fact it is very limited. The censors of the Manchu Dynasty all stared at him, the governor of Guizhou, like flies. This made him have no power to choose at all. It is almost conceivable , How many censors will come up like jackals and bite themselves until they are ruined.

  His only choice is to continue to bite the bullet and march forward!

  (end of this chapter)