His Majesty the Emperor was really played with.

"Is Guangdong's civil rebellion fake?"

His Highness the Princess looked at the information in her hand blankly.

Of course, it is not entirely fake. First of all, the Xinhui civil war is real, but then it can be said that most of the civil wars that swept across Guangdong are fake. Shaozhou civil wars are fake, and Huizhou civil wars are also fake, especially the civil wars around Guangzhou Prefecture are all fake.

As for the sources of these previous civil unrest...

It's very simple. Someone deliberately released it because Ganzhou and Nan'an Prefecture have not surrendered so far, and there is no official news between Nanchang and Guangdong.

What's more, there are only a few channels between Guangdong and Jiangxi, so it's too easy to block the real news.

Unless you go to Fujian.

But what if the person who released the news and Fujian local officials were accomplices?

"The Guangzhou court wants to trick His Majesty into rushing south, and he is walking south on the sea. Do they want to kill the regency? It is indeed a good place to kill the regency without knowing it."

The concubine next to her frowned and said.

"The regicide should not dare to kill. If the regicide has to face our criminals, they do not have the courage to do so."

Yang Feng said.

He also had no stable intelligence contact with Guangdong. Before, he wanted to know the situation in Guangzhou, and he had to use abnormal means to pretend to be a merchant to go north, especially by sea routes. However, this season, from Guangzhou North Shanghai Road is against the wind and can only wait for the wind at one stop along the coast, so he can only rely on land. The information sent by the stationmaster of the Guangzhou Station was to come by land. Because several major gates along the way were deliberately blocked, even business travelers were prohibited from going north, so it took the messenger twenty days to send this information from Guangzhou.

Only Xinhui's civil unrest in Guangdong is true, but Xiangshan gentry immediately tried to incite civil unrest, and was sent to the government by the people.

Later, the gentry of Qingyuan also underwent civil unrest.

They were not lucky. The newly appointed magistrate of Qingyuan was an Yunnan native who passed the imperial examination in Wanli, and his name was Fu Zonglong.

It was the three-sided governor who was surrounded by peasant troops during the Chongzhen period and led his subordinates to break through forcibly, but after being captured, he refused to surrender and was cut down.

He had just taken office and simply fled the county government office and ran to the militia imperial village established after the Wanli confiscation last time. He summoned thousands of tenants who had just divided the fields, swept away the civilian gentry with hoes and shovels, and made a lot of extra money for himself. He arrested the gentry in Qingyuan, which scared the gentry in several counties so much that he did not dare. He also bypassed the Fengtian court and directly warned the officials of the surrounding counties...

The Guangdong local officials appointed by Wanli are from the four provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Guangxi, and most of them are new Jinshis admitted to him before.

These people are all loyal to him.

Of course, it is mainly because I have no feelings for Guangdong gentry.

Moreover, after the Wanli confiscated house, he used the confiscated wealthy families to build imperial villages with many fields in various places. These de facto militias were also loyal to Wanli.

Some local officials are tough enough and have the force to fight, but the rebellion of several gentry is really not enough.

In short, this is the real situation of the civil rebellion in Guangdong. The gentry did want to launch a rebellion that swept across Guangdong and prevent His Majesty from returning. Unfortunately, because the local officials and the people did not cooperate, they were finally easily extinguished in the bud. Even the Xinhui was immediately followed by the new Fengtian Prefecture and Yunnan former minister Bao Jianjie mobilized the Huangzhuang militia to recover with weapons directly called from the Foshan factory.

However, the news here is that Guangzhou is the only one left in Guangdong.

"No, the lords and the others dare not kill them, but they dare to kill the Imperial Camp. Without the Imperial Camp, the emperor let them control it. This is to play Tumu Fort at sea!"

Yang Feng suddenly said.

Tumu Fortress on the Sea...

The Tumu Fortress on the sea has begun.

A thousand miles away.

Xiong Tingbi walked up the ladder in front with the curious eyes of the soldiers in the imperial camp around him.

He had a very tenacious vitality, but he had already recovered most of the time. Although he was still weak, he was able to move around the ground.

Wanli still valued him very much.

After all, his achievements in the Hongguang Dynasty in the past few years are obvious to all. The Dingsheng Army and Xiaogushan and other fortresses he built are also reliable. In fact, until now, the Red Turban Army has not yet captured Xiaogushan. Although it has actually been taken down. Mei Guozhen did not persist in Jiujiang for long. His main fantasy of persisting was that the gentry of Jiangxi could rise up to resist Yang Feng, but the result was that the gentry of Jiangxi competed to surrender. In this case, Mei Guozhen, who was actually alone in Jiujiang, had to escape.

He led Li Changgeng and other troops to about 100,000 Dingsheng Army to abandon Jiujiang, discard all heavy artillery, and then evacuated to Changsha by light land.

Xiong Mingyu, who was left behind, surrendered to the Red Turban Army after a little resistance in Xiaogushan.

So Xiong Tingbi is tantamount to Zhuge Liang meeting Jiang Wei for Wanli. After learning that he could survive, he immediately took him south.

However, it has not been granted official status yet.

After all, no matter how much he reuses it, he will have to wait until he recovers his wounds.

He was left on this ship in Fuzhou the day before yesterday, and the emperor's ship was in front of him. Of course, it was impossible for the entire 100,000 imperial camps entering Fujian to go south. Chen Lin and Liu Zhaosun led three armies to be left in Fujian, and then defended northern Fujian to block the Red Turban Army from entering Fujian.

The Yunnan Army and Sichuan Army were both from the mainland and were not suitable for taking a boat to go to sea.

The emperor led his personal army and Chen Ce's troops to sail south by boat. These were originally from the Guangdong New Army. They all went to sea. Besides, His Majesty the Emperor did not think that he needed a 100,000 army to solve the rabble in Guangdong. In fact, he didn't understand how these guys did it, so in his opinion, it was enough to bring his personal army and Chen Ce's troops back.

The 40,000 army still can't deal with those gentry?

Besides, it is not enough that Chen Lin can go south, and it is not impossible to reach Guangdong by land from Fujian.

The 40,000 army was divided into nearly 300 ships of various types, and His Majesty the Emperor took a sea ship of Tielimu, and then set off from Fuzhou to head south.

"Xiong Jieyuan, be careful!"

An officer at the hatch quickly lowered his head and supported Xiong Tingbi.

After Xiong Tingbi thanked him, he carefully climbed onto the deck with his help, and immediately saw the vast sea.

There are slight wind and waves on the sea, but these wind and waves are okay for him who is used to being on the Yangtze River.

You can see several troop transport ships traveling in the distance. These are all armed merchant ships of the Nanyang Company. Because they are all Minnan sailors, they cannot communicate with him at all. However, among the soldiers in the imperial camp, there are those who know Mandarin, who can communicate with him. However, most of the soldiers are in Cantonese, and he can understand them only. The Minnan dialect of those sailors is completely like listening to the heavenly book. Standing on the deck, he grabbed a rope, looking at the end of the sea and sky like Captain Sparrow.

"Where are we stopping halfway?"

He asked in confusion.

"Xiong Jieyuan, the sea is different from the Yangtze River. You don't have to care about day and night. As long as the wind direction is right, you can walk as much as possible. I guess you can get Kinmen. If the wind direction is right, it is possible to go all the way to Nan'ao Mountain, and it is also possible to go all the way to Tuen Mun. Everything depends on the wind direction, but the wind direction rarely changes in this season."

The officer said.

"Why sail east at this time?"

Xiong Tingbi said in confusion.

"We just left Fuzhou and the southwards are islands, and it is easy to hit the reefs. If the wind direction is right, go to the outer sea. Bypass those islands and turn to the southwest. Now that the wind is not in the southeast, it will be easy for us to go."

The officer said.

"Let's go around for a day and a night, do you have to go out a hundred miles?"

Xiong Tingbi said.

"More than just a hundred miles, these are new merchant ships that specialize in running far seas. Now, they can run hundreds of miles a day and a night."

"Why haven't you turned around for hundreds of miles?"

"Uh, yes, why haven't they turned?"

The officer was confused.

Then he looked at the sun above his head, then looked at the Mazu flag, which was indeed still facing east.

He then shouted in Minnan dialect to the boss of the boat in front of him who was talking to the sailor. The latter then walked over and talked to him with a smile on his face.

Both of them were in Minnan dialect, and Xiong Tingbi couldn't understand it.

But at this moment, he saw a green faintly appearing where the sea and sky meet. After all, he had read the middle school geography textbook published by Yingtian. Of course, he knew where the land appeared hundreds of miles east of Fuzhou. His face changed immediately, and he silently reached out and pulled out the officer's gun. The officer was still talking to the ship boss, not paying attention to his movements. Then he opened the flintlock dragon head and pointed the muzzle directly at the ship boss...

The officer turned to look at him in shock.

The boss of the boat said something in Minnan dialect with a look of horror.

"In official words, I know you can say it."

Xiong Tingbi shouted.

The man continued to use Minnan dialect.

The officer woke up at this time and shouted a few times in the cabin without hesitation. The soldiers of the imperial camp immediately crawled out and hurriedly lit the fuse with muskets carrying bayonets.

The sailors around were not very panicked, and the man still used Minnan dialect.

Xiong Tingbi pulled out the short gun from his waist without hesitation, then opened the flintlock dragon head and pulled the trigger at a sailor next to him.

The latter fell down in response.

"Xiong commanded more than 100,000 troops and killed countless people. Do you think I am a Jie Yuan?"

Xiong Tingbi pointed the old man in the boat with a gun and said.

The latter suddenly laughed.

"Master Guan, it's useless to kill the young ones. We have already arrived at the close of Shanghai. This is a place where the barbarians and the young ones trade. The young ones have no malice. They are ordered to take you and the brothers of the imperial camp to stay here for ten days and a half months. You can rest assured that brothers will take you back to Guangdong. Don't scare the young ones, either. The young ones have grown up on the sea. Don't wear belts on their heads. If you are willing to bury them with the young ones, the young ones will have nothing to say."

He said.

Xiong Tingbi took a deep breath.

"Where is Your Majesty?"

He asked.

"Your Majesty? The young men are just working. The order they received was to send the imperial camp here, and the rest was not something that the young men could know."

The man said.
Chapter completed!