I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 192

At the same time that the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian held a 'collective wedding' in a new seaport city on the west coast of Korea.

Another big city in Goryeo, Rangseong.

Another person is also having a big wedding.

Married two women at a time, one wife and one concubine.

The main wife was the tavern proprietress, the widow of the Qin family, on the eve of the battle in Dongjiang Town that day.

Mao Wenlong specifically reminded him, even though the surname is Qin.

He doesn't dislike it.

And, I like it very much.

The other woman was the second daughter of Shen Shikui, a city merchant in Liaodong. She was twenty-eight years old, with a coquettish figure and a pretty face that would definitely bring disaster to the country and the people.

At this moment, Mao Wenlong is somewhat complacent.

Most of the country of Koryo is in its hands.

The lord surnamed Li fled to Seoul like a bereaved dog, terrified all day long.

With the full support of Emperor Zhu Youjian of the Ming Dynasty, he is the commander-in-chief of Dongjiang Town, and now he has 12 elite soldiers, of which 8 or [-] have all new-style firearms.

The guy in the hand is hard, and the waist is hard.

In the current Dongjiang Town, even if Jiannu's tens of thousands of iron cavalry attack with all their strength, it is estimated that there will be nothing to gain, and they will definitely pay a very heavy price.

What pleased the well-known Marshal Mao the most was that his subordinates, Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Kong Youde, even organized a group of people to dismantle and study the new-style firearms transported by sea.

Finally, they were able to manufacture this so-called 'Mauser rifle' themselves.

It is estimated that in another three to five years, the new artillery that the Ming Dynasty can manufacture, they should also be able to manufacture by themselves...

There is a division of tiger and wolf in his hand.

Seeing that he was able to set up his own ordnance manufacturing factory, and there was no shortage of various iron ore and coal mines in Korea, even if Mao Wenlong sealed off the border and cracked the soil and proclaimed himself King of Korea, there seemed to be nothing to stop him.

Even his subordinates, Shang Kexi, Kong Youde, and Geng Zhongming, started to make moves.

Once the commander-in-chief is king.

Aren't they the founding fathers?
As for the Ming Dynasty, the old club, and the country of Koryo, the opponent in front of them... In their eyes, they are nothing more than idiots.

Especially the "prodigal emperor" in the land of the capital, who was probably confused by the cavalry built as slaves, and the refugees from Shaanxi, Gansu, Shanxi, and Shandong, even started to support Marshal Mao at all costs.

Shino, a god-sent opportunity!

Therefore, this wedding is of great significance.

For Mao Wenlong, this is a happy event. Not only is his beautiful wife and concubine in his arms, but he is also in sight of conquering the country of Korea, and he is just around the corner to become king and emperor...

……

On the day of the wedding banquet, Mao Wenlong drank a little too much.

He dragged a lame leg, toasted every brother, the wine must be drunk, and he never refused.

After such a circle, he was a little drunk.

However, the long-term habit of leading soldiers and fighting kept him awake to the last sliver. Therefore, when a sentry officer hurried into the wedding hall, he immediately woke up.

"Come here and tell me, I'm listening." Mao Wenlong looked indifferent.

The sentry officer approached and whispered something.

Mao Wenlong changed color slightly.

"Is the news accurate?" he asked.

The sentry officer nodded his head sharply, and said: "It's absolutely true, the younger one personally investigated and found out that there is another Ming army over there.

They built cities, railways, and started trading with the people of the new Goryeo Dynasty..."

Mao Wenlong's face became more and more gloomy.

A pair of big palm-like hands were hidden in the sleeves, making a clattering sound.

The king of Korea has changed.

The previous one surnamed Li was simply a big idiot, and he beat up a mere 3 people!

Mao Wenlong got up calmly, came to his row, stared at a map hanging on the wall, lost in thought.

'The dog emperor really left me behind! '

'A mere [-] infantrymen beat the Koryo ruler without temper, how did he do it? '

"A wedding banquet changed the country of Korea to a new master..."

There are various indications that the imperial court actually restrained Mao Wenlong, and this was clearly a warning to him not to try to make trouble.

No matter how fast your hairy monkey's somersault cloud is, it can't turn the palm of the Ming Dynasty!
The idiot emperor made a big fanfare before, saying that he was going to go to Korea. Mao Wenlong sent more than a dozen people to investigate, but found that there was nothing but thunder and rain. The idiot emperor didn't know where to go to have a good time.

That's why he was determined, desperate to beat the lord of Korea and drive him to the east of the peninsula.

Recently, he has been wondering whether there will be a few more wars to completely defeat Koryo.

For this reason, he still took a lot of trouble, thinking that under the current situation, it is better to keep a low profile and not to kill the lord of Korea.

The so-called self-respect of the bandits is the first way for Ming generals to survive.

But now Kou is gone.

Everyone and the idiot emperor became their own people. After changing a good king, he became the so-called "general of the Ping Dynasty".

So, what should Mao Wenlong do with him in the future?

Back then, Zhu Youjian sent a secret decree, promising him a prince of Korea...

……

"Marshal, the auspicious time has come, please enter the bridal chamber."

Suddenly, Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, Kong Youde and several brave generals searched for him, and said half-jokingly: "The commander-in-chief thinks that there are not enough happy events today, so you want to make some more noise?"

"Commander, please give me an order. I've been flustered recently, and my big sword is thirsty for blood!"

Kong Youde, who was the most belligerent, grinned openly and said, "Are you going to attack Seoul? Haha, I just happen to be short of blood and brains recently, so let's set off overnight!"

Mao Wenlong stood in front of the map without turning his head.

He was wearing the old armor of an old soldier, with only a scarlet cloak on his outside, and his gray hair was a little messy.

The few capable men gradually fell silent.

Dashuai has something on his mind.

In this way, after more than an hour, Mao Wenlong turned around and sat down on a chair covered with white tiger skin.

Next to him, Shang Kexi hurriedly made a new pot of tea, filled the bowl carefully, and held it up with both hands: "Marshal, please drink tea."

The atmosphere was a little dignified.

There seemed to be an inexplicable murderous aura spreading wantonly in the marshal's walk, which made everyone present a little terrified.

This situation only happened once during the Battle of Tieshan, when they were besieged by Jiannu cavalry for more than two months, and finally they started digging and eating everything with knives.

What's the matter, Marshal Mao?
Wasn't it fine at the wedding banquet before...

"It's still gratifying, Geng Zhongming, Kong Youde obeys orders!"

Suddenly, Mao Wenlong said in a cold voice: "Go all out, at all costs, and build our gun factory in Dongjiang Town!"

"In addition, strengthen all city defenses, triple the amount of work, and strictly implement the food rationing system!"

"Prepare with all your strength to attack Jiannu!"

In just a few words, after Mao Wenlong finished speaking, he went straight to 'enter the bridal chamber'.

In the hall of Xingyuan, only Geng Zhongming, Shang Kexi, and Kong Youde were left looking at each other, not knowing what Marshal Mao was thinking.

However, the three generals, who had long been accustomed to Mao Wenlong's iron-blooded command methods, soon began to work, and made detailed divisions of the following projects.

Among them, Shang Kexi was responsible for the defense of all the cities and the training of recruits.

Geng Zhongming was in charge of the construction of the gun factory, as well as the procurement, mining and smelting of all iron and steel objects.

Kong Youde implemented military control over the entire territory of the army and civilians...

……

Mao Wenlong didn't step into the concubine Shen's bridal chamber, but went straight to Widow Qin's room.

Some favors can't be repaid at all, and they can't be cleared.

But he still wants to try.

"I kept you waiting." Upon entering the door, Mao Wenlong limped over to see Qin Shi, who was wearing a red scarf and sitting upright on the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand to remove the fig leaf.

The Qin family is very beautiful.

This point, he already knew.

But, tonight is even more beautiful.

"Brother, let me pour you tea. You drink too much and need to sober up..." Qin said generously: "I was under your care before, but I didn't know that my brother is Marshal Mao, little lady excuse me."

Mao Wenlong listened to Qin's words, shook his head slightly, and said: "There is no need to mention the past."

Then, there is silence.

Holding a bowl of tea and taking a few sips, Mao Wenlong felt annoyed when he thought of the military situation in Seoul.

This idiot emperor really doesn't talk about martial ethics.

The expedition to Goryeo, if you don't discuss it with him, the general of Dongjiang Town, that's all. After all, he is the emperor and the court.

The thing is, you gotta have a plan, say hello...

By the way, he is the emperor, why should he greet you as a little general...

Thinking so wildly, his face became gloomy again.

The bride, Qin Shi, who was waiting on the side, was already frightened.

Is this still the taciturn, anxious and righteous veteran of Dongjiang Town?This extremely gloomy face exuded bursts of murderous aura, how a tavern proprietress can understand.

The woman only felt a little chill all over.

"Brother, do you want to help you take off your armor?" the woman asked anxiously.

Mao Wenlong nodded slightly, but said nothing.

So, the woman began to help Marshal Mao take off his clothes silently. Soon, a clean plain suit was revealed. The woman didn't dare to act rashly, so she had to stop.

"Huh? Go ahead." Mao Wenlong said casually.

"Brother, go to bed..." The woman's heart was beating violently.

Mao Wenlong waved his hands and said, "You rest first, and I'll drink tea for a while."

Mao Wenlong walked to the desk, picked up a copy of "Wu Bei Zhi" and read it carefully, gradually calming down his mood.

The red candles beeped, and the night was quiet.

It was not until the third quarter of Yin time that Mao Wenlong got out of the scroll, turned his head, only to find Qin Shi timidly standing two or three steps behind him, weeping silently.

He smiled apologetically, and said, "I'm used to marching and fighting, but suddenly I have a wife, and I'm not used to it."

"Ma'am, you should rest first."

Unexpectedly, instead of going to rest, the woman rushed over directly, hugged Mao Wenlong tightly, pressed her chest against Mao Wenlong's chest, and whispered: "Brother, do you dislike me..."

Mao Wenlong reached out and touched the woman's head, and said softly: "Everyone is born and raised by their parents, in troubled times, who is clean?
Don't let your imagination run wild.

I just drank too much wine today, stirred up some bad thoughts, and neglected my sister. "

His big fan-like hand patted the woman's back lightly a few times, and said softly, "Go and rest first, think about your husband and urgent military affairs."

After speaking, Mao Wenlong picked up the woman horizontally, gently placed her on the big bed, turned around and walked out of the bridal chamber.

A round of clear moon is already westward.

A few clouds in the sky float slowly in the sky, under the slightly incomplete moonlight, revealing circles of light blue light circles.

Tomorrow, it should be windy.

Southeast wind?Or northwest wind?Mao Wenlong did not delve into the matter.

Now his mind is full of various maps of Koryo, including defense maps, offensive road maps, and trade maps after becoming a country alone...

Well, after all, we still have to face reality.

He, Mao Wenlong, the 12 Dongjiang Town Iron Army, and every inch of land he conquered, belonged to the Ming Dynasty after all.

I was a little arrogant before.

I only feel that I have 12 Tiejun in my hand, not to mention sweeping Koryo, even if I try to go straight to Huanglong and attack Jiannu's lair with all my strength, I can almost fight to the death and lose both sides.

Looking at it now, Mao Wenlong's eye sockets are still a little shallow after all.

Rebel, become king, and leave a large inheritance for your children and grandchildren...

This kind of thing was not thought of before.

Now, he had to find a way to dispel these thoughts.

Leading troops to fight for many years, Mao Wenlong knew that once there was a seed of law-making in his heart, it would take root and sprout sooner or later.

Once done, that is the prince.

lost...

Forget it, I still can't think too much about it, this kind of rebellious thought is like a dose of peerless poison, once the drug's properties dissipate, Mao Wenlong might have no bones left, and his stink will last forever!
Walking slowly in the yard, thinking, looking up at the bright moon from time to time.

Mao Wenlong suddenly remembered his childhood, those years when he was a house slave in Li Chengliang's house, and he woke up in a daze.

Back then, looking up at a small guerrilla general or a general would make Mao Wenlong's heart agitated for many days, wishing that he would also have such a fortune, be able to show his skills on the battlefield, and earn himself a bright coat of arms ...

Now, he has already become one of the few generals in the Ming Dynasty who holds a heavy army, but he can't sleep all night because of this illusory wealth.

Thinking about it this way, he is really a ridiculous, lamentable, and pitiful person...

For the first time in so many years, Mao Wenlong seriously thought about these insignificant mental journeys, which made him feel very comfortable.

Isn't he just a Goryeo king?
If you don't have the heart to covet, why let your two beautiful wives and concubines stay alone in the vacant room on the wedding night?
Really ridiculous too!

Mao Wenlong suddenly figured it out.

He reached out and rubbed his face vigorously a few times, took a deep breath, and quickly stepped into Qin's new house.

The rooster crowed three times, and the night dew was frosty, but it was actually quite cold.

The woman sat by the bed, her body shivering like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, which made Mao Wenlong feel hot.

"Ma'am, here I come!"

As soon as Mao Wenlong entered the door, he tore off the cloak on his body, turned on the bed, and said with a smile: "Come on, let me teach you how to catch the master first, and then I will teach you how to use the yellow dragon technique!
Hahaha! "

(End of this chapter)