Wu Sangui's brother Wu Sanfu is now the governor of Huguang. When his second brother died of illness in front of the army, he was planning the battle to seize Kuizhou Prefecture and Yunyang Prefecture in the Governor's Office of Jiangling County, Jingzhou Prefecture. But now he has returned to Wuhan and is busy sending messages to his brother - he and Wu Sangui have a good relationship. Now that his brother is gone, he is heartbroken and has no mood at all, so he submitted his resignation. He wanted to step down as governor and let Hubei Admiral Hao Yaoqi take over, while he devoted himself to organizing Wu Sangui's funeral.
After the memorial was handed over, Emperor Zhu immediately summoned him in Qinzheng Hall. He originally thought that the emperor had granted him leave, but as soon as he arrived at Qinzhengtang, he realized something was wrong.
Because Military Advisor Feng Sizhong, Ministry of War Li Yan, and Jinyiwei Commander Zhu Chunjie were all here, it seemed that they were not going to allow him to leave!
"Your Majesty, Wu Sanfu, respectfully bids you peace." Wu Sanfu bowed in obeisance.
Zhu Cixiang said: "I pay my respects and offer you a seat."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wu Sanfu was not polite to Emperor Zhu. He thanked him and pulled up a chair next to the conference table and sat down.
"Have you read Sangui's suicide note?" Zhu Cixiang asked.
"I've already seen it." Wu Sanfu replied.
"What do you think?" Zhu Cixiang asked again.
Wu Sanfu nodded and said: "I think it's very good...but I haven't mentioned it to Chen and Ake yet."
"There's no need to mention it in a hurry, let's finish the funeral first," Zhu Cihong said, "but Wu Qing, I'm afraid you can't stay in Wuhan Mansion to attend the funeral of my elder uncle."
Wu Sanfu was stunned, "Your Majesty, Admiral Hao has been with your Majesty for 23 years. He has experienced hundreds of battles and has mastered the art of using troops. He is worthy of a big job."
"I know," Zhu Cixiang said, "I have approved your resignation and also issued an edict for Hao Yaoqi to take over as governor and Feng San to take over as admiral. But you can't stay in Wuhan because I still have big responsibilities to hand over. for you!"
Wu Sanfu already understood, "Your Majesty wants me to go to Shaanxi?"
Zhu Cixiang nodded and said: "The Wu family has been fighting for so long in the Battle of Pingchuan. Now we see that the melon is ripe and the stalk has fallen. We can't let others pick it!"
"But, Ke Chen's health is not good," Wu Sanfu said, "I'm always dizzy. I'm afraid I can't stop my big job!"
You have high blood pressure! Zhu Cihong knew as soon as he saw Wu Sanfu's chubby figure and his red face... You have to lose weight, at least 30 pounds, otherwise you will be Wu Wuning in a few years!
"I asked Miracle Doctor Zeng to follow you," Zhu Cihong said, "I also gave him a decree, asking him to take care of your food and drink for 12 months. I will ensure that you are not dizzy or dizzy, and that you can work for Ming Dynasty for another 20 years. Year!"
Originally, Zhu Cixiang had no intention of rescuing Wu Sanfu... It wouldn't be bad to eat and drink until he died of obesity in his early sixties. He could also get the posthumous title of Wu Wuning. What more could I ask for?
But the problem is that the Northern Party's momentum is declining too quickly, and the Southern Party has the idea of competing for military glory, and... Wu Sangui even gave Emperor Zhu a gift before he died - a particularly lovely gift! Emperor Zhu was so embarrassed that he refused to save him.
So he gave Dr. Zeng two secret recipes to treat Wu Sanfu's vertigo - losing weight and quitting drinking!
There will be no good days to eat and drink in the future...
"Your Majesty, you said you are in charge of my food and drink?" Wu Sanfu was stunned again and again, "I am not unable to eat... Although I am in a bad mood because of the loss of my brother, I still have to eat. You still have to drink wine.”
Zhu Cixiang said: "Your vertigo is caused by being too fat and drinking alcohol. You must diet, drink, and exercise more."
He had to exercise without being given anything to eat or drink... Wu Sanfu subconsciously glanced at the Jinyiwei commander Zhu Chunjie - hadn't he really been arrested by the Jinyiwei?
Zhu Chunjie shook his head hastily - at your level as Wu Sanfu, even if you are caught by the Jin Yiwei, you still have to eat and drink well! So don’t worry!
"Wu Qing," Zhu Cixiang said solemnly, "I'm right. The prescription I mentioned was summed up by the imperial physician over the years... You have to work hard to lose weight! The Ming Dynasty still has to rely on you. I will be supported by veterans in the military.”
After listening to Zhu Cixiang's words, Wu Sanfu was also moved for a while, and he was embarrassed to say that he was greedy...
Once Wu Sangui died, Wu Sanfu really became an important weight to balance the northern and southern parties. If it disappeared again, Zhu Cihong would have to promote a group of military cadets in their forties.
Of course, these generals who were trained in martial arts schools are very fierce, and they are enough to suppress profiteers from the South... But Zhu Cixiang does not want such a situation to occur, so he has to let respected old-school figures like Wu Sanfu suppress him on the stage, and wait. The first generation of military cadets are already over fifty, and their temperaments are almost worn out. It would be better to go against the Southern People's Party.
Seeing that Wu Sanfu no longer resisted losing weight, Zhu Cixiang said again: "Wu Qing, I asked you to go to Shaanxi just to be in charge. Don't rush to the front like the elder uncle. Yan Yingyuan, Qin Mingtao, Yu Daren, Li Yuanyin, and Tian Yiqing have all already Went to the Shaanxi front line. With them charging at the front, it would be enough to pacify Sichuan."
"I know," Wu Sanfu said, "I am the Bodhisattva who will calm the situation for them."
Zhu Cixiang said with concern: "It's not just about being a showman, but I also have to lose weight... I have to lose at least 30 pounds, and I also have to stop drinking."
...
In the mountains of western Hubei, there was a fleeing army with high morale at this time, traveling on the paths between the mountains, all the way to the west.
This fleeing army did not have uniform uniforms, and the weapons were varied. Basically, they were all short and easy to carry. There were no long guns, nor long-barred flintlocks or matchlocks. The armor coverage rate is quite high, reaching 30% to 40%. But there was no plate armor, only chain mail.
In addition, there were many mules and donkeys in this army, all carrying things, as if they were returning home with a full load.
Needless to say, this fleeing army is the remnant of the rebel army of the Huya Mountain Uprising - there are still many left, at least 5,000 people! There were more than when they left Huya Mountain.
The reason for this is that the Ming army's pursuit and suppression army was slow to react and followed slowly, not in any hurry. Moreover, on the way from Jingmen Mountain to the west, some quite powerful men would join the group from time to time. So the team is getting bigger and bigger!
And supplies along the way are not a problem, because this road is originally a smuggling route, and many villages along the way that have made smuggling fortunes have to be cleaned by this group of rebels.
However, as the army got closer to Sichuan, Niu Jie, the commander-in-chief of the three armies, felt that something was wrong... But he couldn't say what was wrong, it was just wrong!
In addition, it seems easy to drag 5,000 people to Sichuan, but how to arrange these 5,000 people is also a problem for Niu Jie.
If one person is given 40 shi, that’s 200,000 shi... Where is the land!
Moreover, among the 5,000 people, there are still some superiors and inferiors, so it is impossible to give a basic number!
Thinking about this makes me dizzy!
But no matter how dizzy he was, he could only follow it now. Because since he entered the mountains of western Hubei, he has completely lost his way. He knows how to crawl from this mountain to that mountain. There are endless mountains to climb, endless valleys to walk, and he doesn’t know where he wandered?
If he were allowed to go back without anyone to guide him, I'm afraid he would have to live in the mountains of western Hubei for the rest of his life.
"Master Xiucai, where are we?"
As the army emerged from the two hills, Ushijie saw that a large number of relatively gentle terrains were in front of him, and large tracts of terraces were opened up. The layers of terraces were winding along the mountains. They were both real and illusory, just like a landscape. A beautiful landscape painting slowly unfolds.
"This is the Jiannan Division of Shizhouwei," Zhang Xiucai said with a smile, "Further west we will reach Sichuan!"
"Where is Sichuan?" Niu Jie has long been at a loss of direction, and he has never heard of Jian Nansi.
"It's close to Wanxian and Zhongzhou in Sichuan." Zhang Xiucai said with a smile, "In three or four days at most, we will be able to enter the territory of Dashun."
Niu Jie was a little surprised: "We have gone so far!" He stretched his neck and looked, "Are there no Zhu Ming soldiers in this area?"
"Of course there are!" Zhang Xiucai said, "But they won't stop us... They are all thieves who guard their homes, and they won't block our passage."
