Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 32
After setting everything up, Zhu Cihong wanted to go out of the house to relax, but found that in order to pay homage to Emperor Chongzhen, the world was not allowed to engage in any business activities, especially the entertainment industry, for three days.

Moreover, as the crown prince, according to the etiquette, he must personally pay homage and guard the spirit in the palace. Fortunately, King Fu hates to see him, so he can just let him pay homage in the mansion, otherwise he would have to run to the palace every day.

Finally, the three-day period came to an end. In fact, everyone was not focused on paying homage to Chongzhen, but thinking about how to fight for power and profit in the future.

So after the three-day period ended, the shops on the street would resume business as usual, and Zhu Cihong could go out to play again, and go out to see Jinling in the Ming Dynasty, a bustling city with a population of more than one million.

Walking to Zhuque Street, Zhu Cihong saw a teahouse bustling with people, so he wanted to join in the fun. When he got closer, he found that most of these people were scholars wearing square scarves and Confucian crowns, so he became even more curious. stand up.

"Zhang Chao, Liu Bao, you two squeeze me in front, let me see what's going on inside." Zhu Cihong is only 16 years old, not fully developed, and has no strength.

So he came up with the idea of ​​asking Zhang Chao and Liu Bao to help him find a way.

Zhang Chao is a centurion of Jin Yiwei, he is tall and strong, and those who come to listen to the book are mostly literati, and no one can squeeze him. After a while, Zhang Chao squeezed a passage for Zhu Cihong and brought him inside. .

In front of the crowd, there was a pitch-black solid wood table, behind which sat an old man with a white beard, holding a folding fan, and telling a book.

The couplet posted on the side also wrote the words Liu Jingting Storyteller.

"That's all for today." Liu Jingting patted the gavel, and the audience around Zhu Cihong dispersed in a rush, and left in a hurry.

Ye Fan didn't expect his luck to be so bad, he just squeezed in to join in the fun, but people stopped talking about it, which was really depressing.

Moreover, I met Liu Jingting, a famous storyteller in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, and the ancestor of storytelling in later generations. It was a pity that Ye Fan couldn't hear it when he met him.

But as the saying goes, if you plant flowers with your heart, they will not bloom, but you will plant willows and willows unintentionally to make shade. Ye Fan wanted to listen to the storytelling, but he couldn't hear it, but he met a group of people he couldn't find at all, that is, the sons and brothers of Fushe.

"Lao Liu's storytelling is really touching. Listening to it is like being there." A handsome young man in Tsing Yi said to Liu Jingting.

When Liu Jingting saw the man clasping his hands, he hurriedly returned the salute, saying, "Where, where, the old man is just heresy, and it can't compare to Mr. Hou and you scholars' literary talent."

The young master Hou that Liu Jingting spoke of was the famous four young masters in the late Ming Dynasty. He was the Hou Chaozong of Guide in Henan Province. He went south to live in Jinling because he avoided the chaos caused by Li Chuang and took the imperial examination at the same time.

Liu Jingting's words came from the bottom of his heart, and Hou Fangyu and the others knew it too. Everyone looked at each other and brought this topic to the past with a laugh.

When Zhu Cihong heard about Liu Jingting, Mr. Hou thought it might be that Hou Fangyu, so he walked up to them and said, "This Mr. Hou is the Hou Chaozong of Guide, Henan?"

"Oh, someone actually came here in the name of brother Hou." A young man with a face like a knife, full of uprightness said to Hou Fangyu when he heard Zhu Cihong's words.

"You are?" Hou Fangyu remembered that he had never met Zhu Cihong, wondering why he came to him, and his headgear did not look like a scholar.

"Liu Bao in the lower capital."

When Zhu Cihong saw Hou Fangyu asking his name, he felt bad. If he told his real name, Hou Fangyu and the others would not tell the truth to him, so he had an idea and borrowed Liu Bao's name.

He thought to himself, anyway, Liu Bao is an eunuch who always stays with his master, or stays in the palace, so he doesn't need a name. The position given to him by the monarch is his best name.

"Oh, brother Liu came from the capital, do you know how the situation in the capital is?" Hou Fangyu heard Zhu Cihong say that he was from the capital, so he dragged him to ask about the situation in the capital.

In fact, this is due to the fact that Zhu Cihong is well dressed and has followers behind him. After all, Zhu Cihong has no fame at first glance, and they are not interested in talking to a white body without fame.
"Oh, don't mention it, didn't the late emperor's coffin be buried in Xiaoling just a few days ago, don't you remember?" Zhu Cihong asked back.

"When I escaped, it was already occupied by intruders. Now it must have fallen into the hands of the Tartars. Poor Shenjing's old capital has been reduced to a smelly place." Zhu Cihong thought that Li Zicheng should be kicked out now, so he couldn't help feeling Sad feeling.

In his opinion, it was fine for Li Zicheng to occupy the capital and compete with him for the world. Even if he lost, it would be a great thing for the Han people to change their surnames.

"What? The capital has been occupied by Tartars? Isn't there a whole family of loyal officers from Shanhaiguan General Wu guarding the pass? How could they let the Tartars enter the pass?"

When Hou Fangyu heard Zhu Cihong say that the capital was occupied by the Tartars, he couldn't hold back any longer, and slammed his fist on the tea table, making the cup jump up.

"That guy Wu Sangui has surrendered to the Tartars and became the Prince of Pingxi of the Tartars." Zhu Cihong said unhurriedly.

He found that the young man who was talking to him was full of passion and passion unlike ordinary people, not like ordinary literati, soft and weak, he didn't care about military affairs, but he looked like a noble son.

"What, the emperor treated his family kindly and granted him the title of Ping Xibo. Is he just repaying the king's kindness like this? He is really a beast that is not as good as a pig or a dog." Hou Fangyu scolded plausibly.

"Brother Hou, don't be so angry. It's not going to be a day or two until the sun sets in the West Mountain. Wu Sangui is not the only one who failed the king." At this time, Wu Ciwei saw that Hou Fangyu was too excited, so he came out to persuade him.

"Yeah, let's go out to play, and we're not sullen. I know a good place. I wonder if the two of you and Brother Liu from the capital would like to go."

After Wu Ciwei finished speaking, a middle-aged man sitting in the first seat stroked his long goatee and said to the three of them.

"Okay, I just want to have some fun." Zhu Cihong said that he wanted to have fun.

In fact, he had other calculations in his heart. Hou Chaozong is the son of Fushe, and he has a high prestige in the hearts of the younger generation of scholars. Through him, Zhu Cihong can understand the real situation of Fushe, and he can take Fushe as his own. use.

So they walked out of the teahouse, bid farewell to Liu Jingting, walked through the streets and alleys, walked across the stone bridge, stepped on the bluestone slabs, and came to the bank of the Qinhuai River.

(End of this chapter)