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The second point is to provoke Dongjiang. For the Ming Empire, it is even a more terrifying enemy than the Jurchens. After all, Huang Taiji does not have ships, but Mao Jue does. Dongjiang's fleet can be like the British devils during the Opium War. Initiating an attack in any coastal province, Mao Jue was able to attack Emperor Chongzhen before the Ming army went north to attack him.

However, the risk is also extremely high. I believe that Huang Taiji, who has regarded Mao Jue as his lifelong enemy, will not only stop the Ming army, but may even do a little favor. It is really unknown that they will turn their faces, and there may even be cracks in Dongjiang.

But for the sake of dignity, Mao Jue did not hesitate to put all his eggs in one basket.

However, history is so full of chances. Before all this happened, it was completely broken by Mao Wenlong's summons. He pulled his horse and rushed back to the hot spring valley in despair. When he rushed back to his magnificent hot spring hall, the matter was almost over.

The gorgeous incense table made of mahogany was filled with cigarettes. It should have been thrown into the lowest cabin of the ship. Chen Zanzhong, who was kicked back to Daming, heaved a sigh of relief holding a bright yellow imperial decree, while Mao Wenlong, who was wearing a python robe and brocade, was being returned. Chen Jiao, who wore a fiery red phoenix robe, stood up slowly with support.

Seeing Mao Jue coming back, the old man was very happy to meet Mao Jue, stroking his beard and laughing. He opened his arms and hugged Mao Jue.

"People say that raising a son to guard against old age is my son's filial piety! The old guy has fought to the death all his life and returned to his hometown when he was old. It's still my son who made a fortune for his father. Our old Mao is finally a glorious ancestor! Hahahaha! "

Holding the crimson imperial dress, Chen Jiao also saluted heavily.

"I have seen the master!"

The muscles on his face twitched due to anger, and he took a step back under Mao Wenlong's stunned expression. Mao Jue immediately turned his eyes to the side with flaming eyes, watching Adelaine staggering a step behind him in panic.

It was the first time she saw Mao Jue so angry! Facing his anger, Adelaina shook her head hastily, her fiery red hair shaking wildly.

"not me!"

"General Mao, it was the old man who told the old Governor Mao!"

Following the voice, looking at that proud but equally annoyed face, Mao Jue couldn't help but bulge with blue veins on his forehead.

Li Shanhai!

"Don't look at me like that, General Xiao Mao. As a minister, it's not a matter of course to follow the emperor's order? Stop thinking about those deviant things!"

Mao Jue was really angry and helpless, and he missed Li Shanhai's stubble by all means.

Taking the Heilongjiang River Basin from Huang Taiji, Mao Jue has no land and no manpower to develop it. The steam engine does save labor and effort, but it can't replace people. Mao Jue needs people to graze, farm, mine and build. Dozens of hundreds of immigrants every day Unable to satisfy Dongjiang's needs at all, Mao Jue turned his attention to Lee Chosun behind him.

Li Shanhai, who was also irritated, turned around and gave him another big gift.

After glaring at him for more than a minute, Mao Jue suddenly grabbed Mao Wenlong's arm, turned and went upstairs hastily.

It was still the big library on the fourth floor, and Mao Jue hurriedly dragged it. Even Mao Wenlong, who was born in a soldier, was panting continuously. He was dragged into the room, and seeing his son turn around and close the door, Mao Wenlong stamped his feet complaining.

"What are you doing? The old man hasn't received the order yet!"

The door was firmly blocked, and with a thud, Mao Jue simply knelt down on the ground and thumped his head on the floor tiles.

"Father, you can be this monkey as you like! But you can't go to the capital!"

Unexpectedly, Mao Wenlong didn't ask why in surprise, but looked at him with a smile on his face.

Once upon a time, Mao Jue thought that his and Mao Wenlong's roles had been switched. Since he took over Tieshan, the power of the entire Dongjiang has been tilted more and more in his hands, and Mao Wenlong has become more and more secluded behind him. For one thing, Mao Wenlong simply and completely retreated behind the scenes. Except for a brief period of guarding Iron Mountain for Mao Jue during the offensive and defensive battle of Jialuo Mountain, he spent the rest of the time in this hot spring valley, soaking in hot springs, listening to music, and making fun of it. Saker or something, Mao Jue thought, like the few years when he first came to this era, Mao Wenlong taught him earnestly, and the long talks with him seemed to be gone forever, and it was his turn to point fingers and shoulder heavy responsibilities with Mao Wenlong .

However, this smile made Mao Jue lose all his conceit, as if he had returned to that ignorant and frightened kid again.

Gritting his teeth fiercely, Mao Jue kowtowed and said, "Father, if you go to the capital to become a Marquis, you will almost die! My son, my son has openly rebelled in front of the court envoys a few days ago. I am afraid the court will Bad for you!"

"Oh? Then tell me, why did you show your rebellion to the court at this time!"

This is Mao Wenlong's uniqueness. Instead of asking why, he asked about the time period, and the question hit the point again. Mao Jue was stunned for two or three seconds before kneeling straight again.

"The emperor favors Yang Sichang, and now Yang Sichang is using all his strength to encircle and suppress the thieves. In order to ensure his political achievements, he will try his best to get rid of all interference!"

This is not Mao Jue's speculation, but what Yang Sichang did in history. In order to ensure his plan to suppress bandits, he and Cao Huachun sat and watched Lu Xiangsheng's three thousand remnant soldiers fighting Jiannu in Jiazhuang, fearing that Lu Xiangsheng's main battle plan would conflict with his own plan. He fought bloody battles for three days and nights without assistance, and now that he was afraid that he would destroy his political achievements, Yang Sichang naturally wanted to mediate for Mao Jue in front of the emperor, seeking benefits to appease him.

"You guys have already chosen this time period, why can't the old man also choose this time period to be a good Marquis and enjoy the glory and wealth?"

"But even if there is Yang Sichang now, what about the future?"

I don’t have any confidence in the Ming Empire. In history, Wu Sangui and his father, Wu Xing, were a lesson from the past. After the capital fell, he was tortured by Liu Zongmin, and after a piece of stone, he was beheaded by Li Zicheng. If Mao Wenlong went to the capital, Mao Jue would not be sure to get him After so many years of taking care of him, he has regarded Mao Wenlong as his father, so how could he bear to follow Wu Sangui's old path?

But at this point, Mao Wenlong's expression also became serious, but in the depth of that seriousness, there was a hint of joy, as if he saw the trees he had cultivated for many years, finally blossoming and bearing fruit.Stretching out his hand to caress his head, Mao Wenlong hummed in an extremely cold voice.

"If there is a day, you just have to be my father! You will be your hero, and I will be my loyal minister and marquis, and my name will go down in history!"

"I won't tell you the big truth. You are a smart boy. I know that if I go to the capital, it will be of great benefit to Dongjiang. I only have one request for you. Even if you die, you have to give the Mao family to me. Pass it on!"

"Father!"

He stretched out his hand to open the door, but hearing Mao Jue's mournful cry from behind, Mao Wenlong couldn't help sighing again, and shook his head in distress.

"I really regret it, I shouldn't have made peace with you and Gillian!"

This time Mao Jue didn't go downstairs. He was limp on the ground like a coward. Chen Zanzhong slapped Mao Wenlong, and Mao Jue slapped his forehead suddenly.

Vaguely, in his mind, in that TV series, standing next to Li Zicheng, with disheveled hair, but full of smiles, the image of Wu Xiang, who was watching Wu Sangui fighting in and out of a stone battlefield, killing the army and laying corpses all over the field, fully emerged. come out

Chapter 387. The test of human nature

The north wind blows the ground and the white grass breaks, and Hu Tian is snowing in August.The coldness in Saibei is really fickle. The last late trees a few days ago still brought some fragrance, but within a few days, the colorful and floating oceans of first snow had already fallen colorfully and smeared the passenger galleons on the Dongjiang River. Layer of hoarfrost.

Mao Wenlong, who really wanted to act as a severing father-son relationship, was dressed as a marquis, with his beard flying up, leaning on a cane and climbing up the wooden ladder, did not even look back, and got into the first-class cabin humming.

"Master, don't worry, this concubine will definitely take good care of the old man. Besides, my father and his family also have many people in the capital, so nothing will happen!"

With small hands, Mao Jue's cloak was fastened again loosely and firmly. A small face was flushed red because of the cold weather, but it was extremely calm. Chen Jiao said goodbye softly in a waxy voice.

"When the concubine is not around, please take care of yourself, master, and remember to eat on time, and don't stay up too late!"

"Sister Jiao"

Humans are not plants, so no one can be ruthless, Su Yi and Yu Le'er's eye circles turned red, however, Mao Jue's face was also expressionless, and he nodded calmly and even coldly.

"I know!"

"Then, the concubine is gone, master, don't, don't read it."

The voice was forced to be calm, clutching her waist and holding her skirt, she was an elegant Wanfu. Turning around, Chen Jiao also walked towards the boat silently.

"and many more!"

Turning around in astonishment, the next moment, Chen Jiao's eyes widened incredulously.Running in front of her in a hurry, holding her cold right hand with his left hand, Mao Jue suddenly hugged her small head, and kissed her deeply.

This scene was shocking even in the contemporary West, let alone in the East with traditional ethics. On the boat, Chen Zanzhong turned his head helplessly, while Fan Wenju lowered his head in embarrassment and stared at his boots. For the first time, he felt that the boots The patterns on it are so beautiful that the girls behind them also covered their eyes. However, this time, there was a hint of envy in the big red eyes, saying it was unfeeling, but watching from the cabin window, the old man shook his head helplessly, Laughing and cursing.

"That stinky boy!"

The most poignant parting was the most beautiful parting, but the most beautiful was never a reunion. They hugged each other for half a minute. Both of them were panting. Then Mao Jue let go of Chen Jiao. Looking at her slightly red and swollen lips, Mao Jue's face was slightly red. He said in pained haste.