Wu Zheng suddenly laughed and said, "Cungu really knows me, and I also think that this position is yours."

Xia Wanchun said excitedly: "Wanchun thanks the Duke of Zhenguo."

"Your first priority now is to recover your injuries quickly. I plan to let Liao Zhongping go first. He is calm and I don't know how much trouble it will happen... Well, Wang Yilin can stay and assist Liao Zhongping. Qian Sudian must withdraw it. No matter what, he has to let the remnant... go home."

As Wu Zheng's tone slowly subsided, Xia Wanchun couldn't help but sigh.

Qingtai Dynasty spent a lot of money on this battle, with more than 20,000 imperial guards, only a few hundred people left.

Xia Wanchun also felt the deep pain in Wu Zheng's heart. He said that kindness was not in charge of soldiers. Xia Wanchun himself was also a soldier. He understood that when the soldiers around him died in the middle of the night, the pain in his heart was enough to make people crazy.

The pain Wu Zheng in front of him was obviously far more than himself.

Just when the two of them were sad, the messenger who set out from Zhenjiang City arrived.

Wu Zheng opened the letter, frowned, threw the letter to Xia Wanchun, and said, "These civil officials don't know what they are thinking. Yingtian Prefecture has the Xingguo Navy as a barrier, and Jiangdu, Yizhen is still in the hands of our army. It is another line of defense. What are they afraid of?"

After reading the letter, Xia Wanchun said, "Maybe the court has come to an end to consider that the war in Zhenjiang Prefecture is coming to an end, so there is no need for such troops to garrison... After all, it is an imperial guard, and it is inevitable that it will be criticized in the hands of Duke Zhenguo."

Wu Zheng thought about it and said angrily: "Forget it, without the butcher Zhang, can you still eat a pig with hair? Without the imperial guards, you can fight as much as you can, and you can defend as well as you can."

Looking at Wu Zheng’s childlike temperament, how could he have the demeanor of the Duke of the dynasty?

Xia Wanchun smiled with a lame brow and said, "The Qing army in Jiangbei was obviously beaten by Duke Zhen. I think it will be impossible to organize an attack in a short period of time. Since Duke Zhenjiang has the troops stationed by Duke Zhen and Liao Zhongping left behind 3,000 people, it should be fine."

Having said that, a messenger came from Yingtian Mansion again.

Wu Zheng asked someone to bring the messenger in.

After getting the letter, Wu Zheng's face became solemn, as cold as if it had frozen.

Even Xia Wanchun felt something was wrong. While reaching out to win the letter from Wu Zheng, he asked, "What happened? Is it so good that you have such an expression?"

But when I saw the letter, Xia Wanchun also turned pale.

"How could this happen?" Xia Wanchun said to himself, "It's fine to negotiate peace, why should the Ming army withdraw back to Jiangnan? Isn't this the result of the soldiers' lives being exchanged for their lives? Sir, Lord Qian, and two Lord Zhang... don't you understand the reason?"

Just like God arranged it, the personal guards outside the door came to report again, and Hangzhou Prefecture did not send someone to send an urgent letter.

Wu Zheng received the letter silently. After opening it, he was really stunned.

The letter paper slowly fell from his hands, and Wu Zheng didn't realize it at all.

Xia Wanchun struggled to lean over from the bed, picked up the letter paper, and was stunned.

"Eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, thirty fame and dust and earth." Wu Zheng smiled bitterly, "I finally understand this... today."

"This is a conspiracy." Xia Wanchun suddenly said loudly after being stunned for a while.

"Yes, this is indeed a conspiracy." Wu Zheng nodded and his face slowly calmed down.

Xia Wanchun said with a grim expression: "Even if he is really the prince... then, what can he do? The Duke of Zhenguo can rush to Yingtian Mansion. If he doesn't believe it, he can't help these ghosts and monsters!"

Wu Zheng looked at Xia Wanchun with a steady attitude and said, "Are you sure I should do this? You should know that this includes Master Ling."

Xia Wanchun couldn't feel a little squeaked for a moment, and after a while, he said resolutely: "I'll go back to Beijing with Duke Zhenguo to convince the sir..."

But obviously even Xia Wanchun himself couldn't convince him about this, and his voice gradually lowered until he stopped talking.

This is a matter of conspiring with the emperor and his ministers in the Qingtai Dynasty. Can you convince me with a mouth? That would be a big deal.

All the actions were hidden from Wu Zheng.

Zhang Huangyan could deliver the letter to this point, even if he was thinking about having a conversation with Wu, the only thing he could do.

The reason is clear.

The prince is a great righteousness that all the Ming dynasties recognize in the world, and how can he be compared with a descendant of Huizong, who has an unknown background?

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Don't worry about anything, you should take care of your injuries here."

Until the door, Wu Zheng suddenly turned around and said, "If I really faced Master Ling this time, what choice would you make?"

Xia Wanchun fell silent.

Wu Zheng smiled bitterly and said, "I understand."

After saying that, he quickly left Danyang.

....

It was not until Zhu Cilang appeared in front of Hongwu Gate that the subjects of Yingtian Prefecture realized that the prince of the previous dynasty had returned.

So the entire Yingtian Mansion became boiling.

In addition, as the war went away, the people laughed and laughed, and the people were singing and dancing because they had a prince.

All that is missing between the prince and the emperor is a prerequisite.

That is, the emperor is gone.

If you have the truth, you will always be the prince when you are alive.

Obviously, there was no emperor in the Qingtai Dynasty.

Then the obstacle to the prince's ascending the throne will no longer exist.

Nowadays, Princess Changping Zhu Mai and the prince are brothers and sisters. There is no point in criticizing them in terms of justice or ethics.

Everything is so natural and natural.

The governor Zhu Mai took all the officials to welcome the crown prince in front of Hongwu Gate.

For a moment, all the officials understood that the regent was probably not far from the day of abdication.

No one wondered what the attitude of the two guilds in the dynasty were leading their troops to fight bloody battles with the enemy, because they were ministers.

The new king ascended the throne to reward his ministers and immigrated the world, so naturally the rewards that the two dukes deserved were indispensable.

Yes, my subject, I can bear this.

Ma Shiying was so anxious.

He was "cared for" and except for greeting Zhu Cilang in front of Hongwu Gate, he was followed by a team of imperial guards at other times.

Ma Shiying knew that the operation was over, it was completely over.

I had known for a long time that this court was no longer the place he could stay, but I still wanted to occupy a place in my heart, the name behind Tutu.

That boy, everything is good, but after all, he has no worries and can't do things well.

You said that you are carrying the emperor in the name of commanding the princes, but you are doing something as loyal as Grandpa Yue. Why bother?

If you stay still, how could you have today’s dilemma?

People in this world always seek benefits and avoid harm. Once you lose power, the ending will be when everyone pushes you down. Who cares about your great contributions in the court?

Ma Shiying was desperate. He knew that if Wu Zheng lost power, he might have a life without fear, but he was different. Once he lost Wu Zheng's backer, the old accounts of previous years would have to be dug out one by one, and the interest would have to be counted.

But he really can't do anything.

If there is no one, the dozen servants in the mansion have been seen long ago.
Chapter completed!