Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

News about Emperor Jianwen?

After listening to what Zhao Haichuan said, Jiang Xinghuo's expression was very calm.

He just nodded: "I know, let's go down first."

Jiang Xinghuo said it calmly, but Zhao Haichuan, who had been following Jiang Xinghuo for several years, noticed something unusual from the subtle expression on Jiang Xinghuo's face.

It's just that Jiang Xinghuo's expression changed so quickly that Zhao Haichuan couldn't help but suspect that he had seen it wrong.

It wasn't until he walked out that Zhao Haichuan suddenly discovered that the sky, which was originally illuminated by the sun and made the clouds look golden, was now a bit gloomy.

The gloomy atmosphere seemed to cover up the whole world, giving people a sense of depressive breath.

Zhao Haichuan secretly cursed himself for being so confused. How could he tell such important news in front of Tang Yin? Even whispering it in a low voice is a principled mistake.

If he had told the Imperial Master about this matter earlier, perhaps he would not have been kicked out later, etc.!

Thinking of the conversation he had just had with the National Preceptor in the house, Zhao Haichuan suddenly realized a question - if this matter was conclusive, would the National Preceptor take immediate action?

If he were any senior official in the imperial court, he would probably not sit back and watch the existence of Emperor Jianwen, but the Imperial Preceptor was having a secret conversation with the former Saint of the White Lotus Sect. Who knows what was being discussed in the secret conversation?

After being stabbed in the back by Cao Song in Changzhou Prefecture, Zhao Haichuan unconsciously suffered from persecution delusion. At this time, he involuntarily clenched the embroidered spring knife in his hand and looked left and right as he walked, fearing that someone would come next second. Jump out and silence him.

But Zhao Haichuan was obviously overly worried. He had fucked Jiang Xinghuo so many times with black gloves. As long as he didn't make a big mistake, how could Jiang Xinghuo be willing to kill him?

But even though Tang Yin deliberately stood up to avoid Zhao Haichuan's words just now, he could not help but hear a few words leaked in whispers.

The word "Jianwen" was like a bomb, shocking her instantly.

"You heard me."

Jiang Xinghuo looked at Tang Yin with determination.

"ah?"

Tang Yin pretended to look cute, but her charming face really didn't look like it.

Tang Yin was extremely nervous at the moment. She was really afraid that she would hear secrets she shouldn't hear and Jiang Xinghuo would be killed by her.

At this time, her eyes had begun to look like an alert fox, unconsciously observing the surrounding environment.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't do anything, but picked up the empty cup with his hand and knocked it on the stone table.

"Call Niuzhen here, there are some things that can only be done by people who don't exist in this world."

Soon, the former White Lotus Sect protector was called over.

Niu Zhen did not become the security captain of the site, but led a small number of people to maintain production safety in the dark and eliminate some obstructive people or forces.

These remnants of the White Lotus Sect who surrendered have all had their names removed from their household registrations.

Jiang Xinghuo didn't expect that Xianqi Lengzi from back then would come into play at this time. He didn't show much on his face. He just pondered for a long time and then ordered: "Take a few reliable people and come with me." , after finishing the work, I will send you away from Ming Dynasty, Ryukyu, Japan, Korea, Annan, Champa, Luzon. You can go wherever you want, and don’t come back in the future."

Later, Jiang Xinghuo came out and said to Wang Bin and others: "Give me the order, prepare the ship immediately, and take the waterway from Shanghai to Ningbo Shipping Department."

"I obey my orders!"

Everyone agreed and left quickly, and soon arrangements were made. The car started returning from the factory area to Shanghai County, and then took a boat from the northern port to the Yangtze River and entered the sea.

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The sea breeze is gentle and the waves are sparkling.

A large ship with the Jinyiwei logo cut through the waves and headed towards the Ningbo Shipbuilding Port.

The armor around the cockpit shimmered and the cold light was so intense that the soldiers guarding the ship did not dare to slack off for a moment. In other places on the ship, the guards were dressed in flying fish uniforms, holding steel knives in their hands, and their eyes were as cold as frost. They were also prepared.

Although many of them did not know exactly what this mission was, what they could understand was that the National Master attached great importance to it and even did not hesitate to change the planned itinerary.

In the cabin, the lights were brightly lit and the atmosphere was solemn. Jiang Xinghuo and several others were sitting around with solemn expressions.

At this time, outside the cabin, the footsteps of soldiers were occasionally heard, uniform and uniform, showing strict discipline. The air was filled with the salty smell of sea water and the indescribable smell of rust, sketching out a unique picture of sailing on the sea route.

"National Preceptor, we will be here soon."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and stood up.

The night is getting darker and the stars are shining brightly.

The sails of the ship were fluttering in the moonlight, as if they were flying in the air. The lights of Ningbo Shipping Department in the distance gradually came into view, and the hustle and bustle of the port gradually entered the eardrums.

Jiang Xinghuo's eyes were looking forward calmly and intently. His mind seemed to have escaped from his own perspective. The only thing left in the world was the huge harbor in front of him, which was the location of Ningbo Shipping Company.

During the Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties, this was one of the most prosperous ports in the country, and it was also one of the earliest shipping companies established in China. It was the largest trade center with Japan, with strong commodity circulation and various goods. Famous for its rich variety.

Unfortunately, due to the maritime ban policy, it disappeared for more than thirty years.

Today, Ningbo Shipping Division has gradually restored its former glory.

With the reopening of the Municipal Shipping Department, a series of changes in the maritime ban policy also followed.

This includes not only the return and recognition of the Ming people who were exiled overseas, but also the whereabouts of the residents of coastal island towns who were originally moved away from their homeland due to the sea relocation order.

When dealing with the latter issue, it is inevitable to investigate how many legal or illegal residents are still staying on the coastal islands.

It doesn't matter if you don't investigate. If you do, you will find something wrong.

Off the coast of Ningbo, next to Putuo Island in the Zhoushan Islands, there is a small island called Luojia Island. There is only one abandoned Buddhist temple on the island.

But Jin Yiwei found some strange traces here. It seemed that someone was living in seclusion here. Every few months, a strong and alert man would come out to purchase supplies in a low-key manner. Each time, he would purchase a lot of daily necessities and load them back on a large ship. .

Considering that there are no traces of piracy in the coastal waters of the Ming Dynasty or even in the entire East China Sea, this behavior becomes particularly suspicious after being discovered.

Jin Yiwei's secret agent pretended to be a hawker and had a brief conversation with the people purchasing supplies. From their accents, he could tell that they were not from Zhejiang, but from Nanjing, which made it even more suspicious.

Therefore, while Jin Yiwei notified Jiang Xinghuo, he and the maritime force of the City Shipping Department set up a net around the island from a distance to ensure that no one on the island would slip out.

Jiang Xinghuo was a little confused about this.

Zhu Di sent Hu Ying to find the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwen on the pretext of looking for Zhang Sanfeng, just like the Jin people in the past who searched the mountains and seas to pursue Wan Yangou. However, the actual situation was that Hu Ying had been wandering around the territory of the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years and arrived in Yongle. He came back after twenty-one years.

At that time, Zhu Di's health was already very bad. Under such circumstances, he got up in the middle of the night to meet Hu Ying and talked about it being almost dawn, which is enough to show that Hu Ying had found or solved Emperor Jianwen by this time.

These are clearly recorded in history books.

"Emperor Hui died in the fire, or fled away, and many of his old ministers followed him. The emperor was suspicious of it, so he sent his ministers to issue various imperial books, and visited the immortal Zhang Sulu, and traveled all over the world to inspect the emperor Jianwen's safety. In the twenty-first year of... I returned to the court and paid a visit to the emperor in the Xuan Mansion. The emperor had already gone to bed. When he heard that the emperor was coming, he got up in a hurry and summoned him in. He understood what he had heard and heard four drums before he came out. "

——"History of Ming Dynasty·Biography of Hu Hui".

It is said that Hu Ying finally found Emperor Jianwen in the Huguang Chief Envoy Department, but now this highly suspicious clue has appeared on an island off the coast of Ningbo, which has to make Jiang Xinghuo suspicious.

Not long after, the sailboat slowly docked from the military-only port, and a group of people on the shore lined up to greet it.

"I've seen the Imperial Master!"

The leader, Qianhu, a member of the Jinyi Guards, saluted with an extremely serious expression.

"No need to be polite, just find a carriage to talk to."

Jiang Xinghuo turned over and dismounted, and said calmly.

"yes!"

Then, he walked straight towards the carriage prepared nearby.

Soon, the Jin Yiwei Qianhu followed him, came to the carriage, and opened the curtain.

The two sides quickly got down to business, because this matter was of great importance, and the Qianhu did not waste time and immediately began to explain the causes and consequences in detail.

"About how many people are there on the island?"

"There are seven or eight people observed with high-power telescopes. As for whether there are more hidden in the mountains, it is unclear. According to the monks who moved to the island before and built a temple in Ningbo, there are cultivated land and vegetable fields on the island. If they are cultivated carefully, they can feed more than ten people. It’s not a problem, but if there are more than twenty people, it will be difficult.”

"In addition, we have investigated the materials they purchased before. They usually go out every six months and purchase from different places each time. They rarely buy food. They only buy oil, salt, fruits, bacon, cloth, candles and some medicinal materials. This shows that they There is not much food shortage, there are only about ten people at most, and it is most likely about ten people."

"How many ships are there? Is there a port?"

"There are two ships on the island. There is no port. They are all ready for use. When not in use, they can be carried directly to the mountains and put away. There are no secret passages or underground caves on the island."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded and asked, "Is it possible that he was mistakenly diagnosed as a pirate?"

"It's basically impossible. These people only took turns to come ashore two years ago. The waters near the Zhoushan Islands are a key area for anti-smuggling inspections by the Municipal Shipping Department. There have been no security or smuggling cases. Apart from that, there are no security measures or smuggling cases." The pirates imprisoned there were also brought out and interrogated, and no one knows these people."

Obviously, this is the result of careful judgment by the Jin Yiwei.

Jiang Xinghuo nodded when he heard this, then looked at Qian Hu and said, "If this can be settled smoothly, I will credit you in the credit book!"

"Thank you, Imperial Master, for your generous gift!"

Qianhu quickly expressed his gratitude, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Okay, without further ado, let's assemble the fleet and let's set off."

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The conversation just now was held in a carriage at the military port of the Ningbo Ship Division, so it was naturally extremely secretive, and the reorganized Jinyiwei did not worry about the infiltration of Jianwen's remnants.

This matter is highly confidential. At the same time, in order to prevent people on the island from setting up guard posts at the port and communicating warnings through certain methods such as smoke, Jiang Xinghuo did not arrange for the navy's ships to be dispatched with great fanfare. Instead, he asked the city's ships to The company's small and medium-sized anti-smuggling speedboats, loaded with soldiers and various equipment, dispersed in batches and then reunited at the Zhoushan Islands.

In this way, if we cooperate with the maritime power of the Shibo Division that was originally pulling up the net near Luojia Island, we can be foolproof.

After Jiang Xinghuo and others took a short supply of supplies, they quickly left the port by boat and then sailed toward the Zhoushan Islands in the southeast.

In less than half a day, they arrived nearby. What surprised many of Jiang Xinghuo's entourage was that the place was extremely deserted, and the huge island group seemed to be trapped in a dead zone.

"How is this going?"

"People from Zhoushan have been moved to the mainland a long time ago. It's not surprising."

The local Jin Yiwei explained.

Soon, the fleet like a pack of wolves on the sea gradually gathered together, completely surrounding the small Luojia Island so tightly that not even a fly could escape.

Even the thoughtful Jiang Xinghuo prepared a hot air balloon on Putuo Island in the northwest so that once it gets dark, he can fly there to conduct reconnaissance from above.

Soon, as the fleet gradually approached the island, the soldiers on the ship began to get ready. They cooperated with each other and quickly prepared the ropes and rafts on the ship in preparation for wading ashore.

The rafts were put down one after another. The soldiers were wearing cowhide armor and iron helmets. They stood tall and straight. They held spears and carried hard bows on their backs. Their eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate all the darkness before dawn.

The weapon shone coldly under the moonlight that occasionally cast through the clouds, in stark contrast to the sparkling sea.

When the raft was trapped by dense rocks and forced to run aground, the soldiers jumped into the waist-deep seawater. The water was freezing cold, but the soldiers still gritted their teeth and struggled forward. Although their steps were heavy, their steps were But he was firm and powerful, and seemed to be ready to sacrifice in this battle.

Every soldier holds his weapon tightly, alert to all movements around him, and is ready to receive the baptism of battle at any time.

Finally, after some difficult wading, the soldiers successfully landed on the island. They quickly gathered and formed a formation and began to advance in an organized manner.

Not long after landing on the island, the soldiers immediately encountered fierce resistance from the sentries, and enemy reinforcements came quickly, and the two sides quickly launched a life-and-death fight.

Under the last moonlight before dawn, swords and swords intertwined with shadows, and arrows flew like raindrops.

The enemies on these islands relied on their superb martial arts and skilled cooperation to engage in a thrilling battle with the soldiers who landed on the island. Even though they were at an absolute numerical disadvantage, they still showed no weakness. They took advantage of the terrain and set up many traps. Traps and ambushes, several archers who can be called "marksmen" are hiding in the dark, constantly shooting deadly arrows, while several other enemies are constantly trying to disrupt the position of the soldiers who have landed on the island through prepared traps.

The soldiers lined up in a neat queue, with the shield bearers in front, the spearmen in the middle, the sword and shield bearers on the wings, and the archers behind, slowly breaking through the obstacles and attacking forward.

The battle became more intense, and the two sides fell into a stalemate. The soldiers relied on their numbers and military formations to gradually break through the island's defense line. They shot the enemy, destroyed traps, and gradually gained the upper hand.

In this fierce battle, the enemies on the island also showed their bravery and fearlessness. They faced strong enemies without flinching, and used their own flesh and blood to defend the beliefs they protected.

They are a tenacious and stubborn group of people.

After paying the price of three lives, the soldiers finally completely defeated the remaining resistance on the island and forced the few remaining enemies on the island into the temple.

At this time, in the temple, a young monk was meditating in front of the collapsed golden body of the Buddha, quietly listening to the shouts of killing coming from not far away.

"Your Majesty, leave quickly!"

The only remaining loyal guard came to call him anxiously at this time.

The young monk smiled bitterly and said: "Where else can we go this time?"

"Your Majesty, nothing will happen to you. The late Emperor entrusted your safety to me. Even when the Yan army broke into the city, we all escaped. As long as we get on the boat, we will definitely be able to escape!"

"I don't want to run away."

The young monk sighed, stood up calmly, and walked out slowly.

The loyal guard followed closely behind, his lips moving as he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it back and had no choice but to follow him outside. He did not dare to dissuade him because he knew that this was His Majesty's last stubbornness.

However, just as the master and servant walked to the door, an arrow suddenly whizzed towards the young monk's chest.

The loyal guard suddenly threw the young monk down and blocked the fatal arrow for him, but he himself was pierced by the arrow, twitched for a moment, and then lost his breath.

The young monk looked blankly at his subordinates lying on the ground and murmured to himself: "How many people have died for me? How many crimes have I committed in my life!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked outside the Buddhist temple courtyard.

A figure was lying on the rubble, holding a crossbow and looking at him coldly.

Seeing that the young monk noticed him, the figure immediately jumped down from the roof, abandoned the crossbow in his hand, and slashed at the young monk with a scimitar in his hand.

This person is none other than Niu Zhen.

Niu Zhen didn't care who the person in front of him was. The national master made it very clear that as long as he killed all the people, he and his brothers would be allowed to go overseas to gain freedom.

The Imperial Master has always been true to his word, and has no history of murdering people and silencing them, so Niu Zhen is willing to believe it and is willing to gamble with his own worthless life.

The young monk did not dodge, and stretched out his hand as if to grab the scimitar, but at this moment, Jiang Xinghuo's voice came from behind Niu Zhen.

"stop."

Ushima's scimitar stopped in front of the young monk.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the young monk in front of him without saying a word, while several armored White Lotus sect warriors behind him controlled the young monk and quickly went to the Buddhist temple to search.

All of them, including Zhejiang's local Jin Yiwei and Jiang Xinghuo's bodyguards, stayed outside the Buddhist temple.

It's not that he wants to take away their credit, but Jiang Xinghuo doesn't want these people to be charged with regicide. Sometimes, it seems that this is the avenue to heaven, but if Zhu Di has his own thoughts at any time, crushing these little people is like It's like pinching an ant, it's not necessary.

This kind of thing can be done by nameless dead soldiers.

"Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen?"

Jiang Xinghuo looked at the young monk as if he was questioning, but in fact he said firmly.

The young monk did not deny it, but nodded.

Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang and the second son of Prince Yiwen Zhu Biao, was born in the 10th year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. After the emperor's eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying died young, his first wife Chang also died. Zhu Yunwen's biological mother Lu was also able to be rehabilitated, and Zhu Yunwen became the emperor. Became the eldest grandson of the Ming Empire.

Under the guidance of Lu, Zhu Yunwen showed his filial piety to others. When the prince Zhu Biao was ill, he took care of him and stayed with him day and night. After Zhu Biao died of illness, Zhu Yunwen became thin due to excessive grief when he was observing filial piety. Zhu Yuanzhang believed that he was "pure filial piety" and soon became a prince. He was officially registered as the grandson of the emperor, the first heir to the throne of the Ming Dynasty.

In order to help the young Zhu Yunwen secure the throne in the future and avoid the situation of "doubting the young master of the country", Zhu Yuanzhang once again raised the butcher knife in his later years, launched a large-scale injustice prison to massacre heroes, and arranged a full set of obedient team for Zhu Yunwen.

In the 31st year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang died, and Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne. He granted amnesty to the world and changed the reign name to Jianwen. He reused Qi Tai and Huang Zicheng, the two sleeping dragons and phoenixes, and implemented Jianwen's new policies. They released laws and pardoned criminals, and exempted the common people (gentry) from arrears. All taxes were paid, large-scale land annexation was allowed, and vassal reduction began, which led to the self-immolation of the King of Xiang, and the deposed King of Qi, King Dai, and King Min.

This also led to King Zhu Di of Yan to raise troops in the name of "Qingjun Side" and launch the Battle of Jingnan, which lasted four years of bloody battles. On June 13th, the fourth year of Jianwen, the Yan army reached the gate of Jinchuan. King Zhu Su of Gu and Duke Cao Guo Li Jinglong opened the Jinchuan Gate and surrendered, and the Yan army entered Beijing. As the city was broken, a fire broke out in the palace in Nanjing after a melee. When the fire was extinguished, several charred remains were found in the ashes, which could no longer be identified. According to reports The eunuch said they were the bodies of Zhu Yunwen and his eldest son Zhu Wenkui, which became an unsolved case.

Jiang Xinghuo breathed out gently. He never expected that this historical unsolved case would be solved in his own hands.

He looked at the young monk in front of him, frowned slightly, and said, "Aren't you afraid of death? If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have died."

"You've already died once, so what are you afraid of?"

Few people dare to say this in front of Jiang Xinghuo, who has died seven or eight times.

However, Zhu Yunwen was not as stupid and disgusting as Jiang Xinghuo imagined. The morning sun was rising, and Zhu Yunwen's skin was well-maintained, but his eyebrows were droopy, like a person who had been disconnected from the Internet and was living in peace. Like the little fat house.

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a long time, shook his head and said, "You should come back with me to see His Majesty."

"Meet your Majesty?"

Zhu Yunwen sneered, raised his head and stared at Jiang Xinghuo, and said slowly: "If I go back, I won't get the chance to see him. You don't know how narrow-minded and ruthless my uncle is. He is afraid, He is afraid to see me, and afraid that I will report him to Grandpa Huang after I die."

"You know your Majesty well."

"certainly."

Zhu Yunwen also said a witty saying: "A good uncle is better than a nephew."

Jiang Xinghuo took a deep breath, suppressed all the emotions in his heart, and nodded slowly: "I understand, so now it's time to send you on your way."

"I actually have a lot to say to you. If you don't mind, can you chat with me before we go on the road?"

Zhu Yunwen was very open about the outcome of death, but was very interested in Jiang Xinghuo.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Of course, if I'm right."

Zhu Yunwen pointed to the folded "Ming Pao" on the table in the Buddhist hall and said: "Your Majesty, the National Preceptor, is like thunder."

Later, Zhu Yunwen joked: "Perhaps if I could have asked you to be the national master, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Jiang Xinghuo noticed that Zhu Yunwen never called himself "I". At the same time, there were many annotations in small regular script on the stack of Ming Pao. It was obvious that he had carefully interpreted them.

I think these newspapers should have accompanied Zhu Yunwen for many long hours on this deserted island.

"Let's talk. Since I chose to accept it, I am already prepared to die."

Zhu Yunwen said: "But I hope you can tell me something that I can't read in the newspaper or hear from others."

Jiang Xinghuo shook his head and said, "Do you think I will be so stupid? No one can say what the consequences of contacting you will be."

Zhu Yunwen sighed and said, "Although I have never been in contact with you, I thought you were different from people like Qitai Huang Zicheng."

"How to provoke generals?"

"No."

Zhu Yunwen said honestly: "None of them can compare with you."

"Let's go and look elsewhere."

With that said, under the care of several dead soldiers, Jiang Xinghuo walked forward.

When Jiang Xinghuo came to the mountain behind the temple, he saw many trees and flowers planted here. The air was very fresh and pleasant, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. However, he had no interest in enjoying the scenery.

There are several dilapidated thatched houses in the back hill. From the outside, these thatched houses look like they are made of wooden boards and mud. The eaves are covered with straw. They look like abandoned garbage, and there are piles of garbage in the corners. Some firewood.

But inside, it's quite clean and tidy.

I think Zhu Yunwen or his guards usually live here.

There was a vegetable garden at the back. Jiang Xinghuo walked into the vegetable garden and observed it carefully. He found that it was less than an acre of land, and he had planted a patch of green vegetables. Other than that, there was nothing left in the vegetable garden. of an old tree.

This tree was three to four feet tall, with lush branches and leaves, completely blocking half of the sky, leaving no light, but it looked seriously lacking in vitality, as if it was about to die.

Jiang Xinghuo looked at this old tree in a trance, and missed the crooked neck tree in the prison.

The old tree is an old locust tree, and now, after all, this old locust tree cannot withstand the erosion of time and is about to wither.

"well"

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but sigh, walked to the old locust tree, squatted down, and looked at the old locust tree quietly.

The locust tree has shriveled up and its bark is yellowing, but at its roots, emerald green buds can be seen, which seem to be growing tenaciously.

Zhu Yunwen seemed to accept this location. He squinted his eyes and enjoyed the shade of the locust tree. After waiting for a few breaths, he asked Jiang Xinghuo, "Do you particularly hate me and my grandfather?"