Zheng Chenggong came to Zheng Hongkui and lowered his voice: "Second Uncle, have you ever thought about what will happen to the Zheng family if the prince fails?"
Ending?
Zheng Hongkui had never thought about this question before, but after Zheng Chenggong's reminder, he couldn't help but think about it seriously.
The prince raised his army in the name of serving the king.
The failure of the crown prince meant that regardless of whether he was truly serving the king, the matter would be defined as treason.
The Ming Code stipulates that anyone who commits treason or high treason, regardless of whether they are the principal offender or an accomplice, shall be executed by slow slicing.
At the same time, three generations of the family will be beheaded.
Of course.
Although the prince is the main culprit, he has a special status.
At most the person himself will be executed, and three generations of his family will not be implicated.
It’s hard to say about accomplices.
If the emperor showed mercy, they might still be able to survive.
If no mercy is shown, everyone will die.
The Zheng family was not immune.
Zheng Chenggong continued, "Second Uncle, I am helping the court while also helping the Zheng family! If the prince really fails, with my contribution, the Zheng family will not be wiped out!"
Zheng Hongkui thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but nodded: "What you said does seem to make sense."
Zheng Chenggong corrected him, "It's not just a little bit true, it's very true. No matter who wins or loses, our Zheng family has contributed a lot!"
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Under Zheng Chenggong's verbal offensive, Zheng Hongkui was quickly persuaded.
Not only did he go against Zheng Zhilong's orders and give Zheng Chenggong 3,000 elite naval forces, he also prepared sufficient money and food for him.
The next morning.
Zheng Hongkui took out the official seal of the deputy commander-in-chief of the Fujian Navy and handed it to Zheng Chenggong.
The uncle and nephew parted in tears at the beach.
Zheng Hongkui continued to stay in Fujian, while Zheng Chenggong led the navy north.
The further north you go, the more chaotic the situation becomes.
On the sixth day of June, Zheng Zhilong, who had left Fujian earlier, arrived in Nanzhili ahead of schedule with the help of the southeast monsoon.
After learning the news, the Nanjing court immediately issued a call for support for the emperor to the whole country.
At the same time, he ordered three armies to march north simultaneously.
On the eighth day of June, the three armies began to march north to support the king as planned.
As soon as the army left the city, it became lively.
People took to the streets to discuss the matter.
As they were talking, a person in blue silk said, "Everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."
Everyone was confused and immediately quieted down.
The man shouted, "I have some odd jobs to do. Who wants to do it?"
When the people heard this, they started to make a noise: "So that's what it is! I won't go. I have enough money."
"I won't go even if I'm short of money."
"If you don't go, I won't go either!"
After the instigator finished speaking, a citizen who was short of money asked, "What kind of odd jobs are these? How many people are needed? How much do you pay? Do you provide food?"
The man smiled and replied, "It's a job to move things! The more people the better, no pay and no food."
Everyone immediately waved their hands and said, "Go away, go play somewhere else. There is no such thing as working without getting paid."
"That's right. Not everyone will do paid work, and even less will people do unpaid work."
The man shouted again at the top of his voice: "Don't worry, everyone. Although I won't give you money, I will give you something."
"Give what?"
"Give me whatever you move!"
"I don't understand, speak human language!"
The man moistened his throat with saliva and said, "My master has a large warehouse. He thinks the things inside take up too much space, so he asked me to move the things inside and throw them away."
The crowd was even more puzzled, and one of the people asked, "What's in the storehouse?"
"I only know that there are a lot of boxes inside, but I don't know what is inside."
The people looked at each other and felt that there was something fishy going on.
Valuable things can be sold for money, so I would never want to throw them away.
Worthless stuff...
In those days, there was nothing worthless that could be put into the warehouse.
At first, no one signed up.
But some people really need money.
Once someone starts doing this kind of thing, those who follow will have no worries.
Those who are short of money plan to move some valuable things, and those who are not short of money plan to gather some brains.
More and more people are signing up.
In the end, hundreds of people at the scene asked to participate.
The person in blue satin told everyone the meeting place and was about to leave when he was stopped by everyone and asked, "What time do you want to meet?"
"At the beginning of the Yin hour tomorrow."
"It's curfew at the beginning of the morning hour, I'm afraid it won't work..."
"Don't worry, our master has someone above him."
Everyone noted the time, chatted for a while, and then got up and went home, preparing to get up early the next day.
The next day.
The people who received the news left their homes early and headed towards the gathering point.
The sudden appearance of a large number of dark shadows on the street quickly attracted the attention of the patrol camp.
They came running in a line, carrying lanterns and weapons.
After running a few steps, he was blocked by a man holding a lantern.
"Who?" The leading soldier held a lantern in his left hand and a knife in his right hand and asked sternly, "Who dares to block the patrol camp's way in the middle of the night? You're seeking death!"
The man holding the lantern on the opposite side snorted coldly, "Open your dog eyes and see who I am."
The soldier raised his lantern and took a closer look.
It would have been fine if you hadn't watched it, but after watching it, the hand holding the lantern opened uncontrollably.
The lantern fell to the ground and was ignited by the candle flame.
In the firelight.
The soldiers of the patrol camp saw that the man was wearing the regular uniform of the Jinyiwei and holding an embroidered spring sword in his hand.
"Jinyiwei is investigating the case, everyone else should stay away!"
After hearing this, the soldiers of the patrol camp turned around and ran without any hesitation.
No matter who is on the street or what happens, it has nothing to do with them.
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