The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 336 Safavid Empire

Jinling is particularly lively around the Chinese New Year, the streets and alleys are full of New Year flavor, and the sound of crackling firecrackers can be heard endlessly.

The cold wind is howling, but it can't resist the strong flavor of the New Year.

Jinling in the twelfth lunar month of winter is not as cold as Chang'an. It is located in the southern country, and the temperature is higher.

The Yangtze River outside the city is still flowing eastward, which has not changed since ancient times.

When many people are confused in life, they often choose to relax before the big rivers and mountains, so as to relax their hearts.

The same is true of Zheng Chenggong. Standing on the edge of the Yangtze River, watching the river rushing eastward, he didn't know what to do for a while.

He didn't know whether his persistence was still useful, and whether the thought in his heart could still be realized.

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart.From the moment he stepped here, he already knew the result.

But the obsession in his heart still existed, and the collision of these two thoughts made him full of confusion.

Today's Jinling, and even the entire south, is far from what it was back then.

The common people live and work in peace and contentment, and live a prosperous life, and those gentry and landlords have disappeared in smoke now.

Everything is developing in a good direction. It can be imagined that in the not-too-distant future, this place is bound to become a prosperous paradise.

Where is the future with Zheng Chenggong?

Could it be that he has been living on that small island for the rest of his life?
Life on the small island has been getting better and better in recent years, but he is still young, and it is really unacceptable for him to live to the end at a glance.

Ordinary people will naturally cherish those days.

For someone like Ke Beiqin, it's not a bit aggrieved.

The sky was clear and looked like it was about to snow.

The wind was very small, and there were waves of waves under the river.

Safawi let out a long sigh.

Just as I was about to turn around and leave, a vicissitudes of life sounded in front of me.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wipe out the heroes. Whether it is success or failure is turned around. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times.

White-haired fishermen and woodcutters under the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze.A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet.There are many things in ancient and modern times, and they are all jokes. "

Niu Ben was thinking of Yang Shen's "Lin Jiang Xian", and came from the front.

Sun Wenyue followed me with a smile on his face.

"Back when Yang Xiaocai offended the emperor and was demoted to the frontier, when he traveled to Jiangling, he met a fisherman, and when he talked with him, he revealed the joy in his heart, and suddenly became enlightened.

When I read this word at the beginning of the year, I was trying to understand its deep meaning. Now that I am approaching middle age, looking at the rolling Yangtze River behind my eyes, I finally understand the deep meaning of that word! "

Niu Ben came from the front, stood beside Safawi, looked at the rolling Yangtze River behind him, and said hurriedly.

I turned sideways and looked at Safawi who was standing beside me.

Already knew Ke Beiqin's identity.

After leaving the library, Niu Ben lost interest in the young man, so he asked someone to investigate.

No matter what effort, it touched my identity.

Whether or not to arrest me, just let people spy on me.

Safawi knew about those things and thought it was just a coincidence now.

"It's also a kind of fate to think that I can see the pavilion outside there!" Safawi said.

Niu Ben stood with his hands behind his back, looked at the river, and said: "The Yangtze River flows eastward here, and it will eventually retreat into the small sea. People are like the Yangtze River, and they will eventually go home.

But the scenery encountered along the way is the most precious thing.You see that the face on the pavilion is bright, but there is nothing wrong in your heart?

At that age, there are two things, future and love.You are resolute, a person who seems to be depressed because of love.

So it seems that it should be for the future.The country is thousands of miles away, and the small river and mountain, of course, will have no place to stay in the pavilion, so why be happy? "

Safawi shook his head and said: "Your Majesty, you often take your son for a walk, you must be a man who has failed in his career and has both sons and sons.

You and you are the same, you have no career now, no matter what the ending is, you can go on.But you know where to go tomorrow. "

"What is serving the court?" Ke Bei said.

"I also want to serve the court, but I still don't have some obsessions in my heart." Ke Beiqin sighed.

"No obsession is terrible, but what is terrible is that there is no obsession but looking directly at it. You are a young man, so think about it carefully. Now the imperial court is like the rising sun, and the sun is rising in the east. If you have no ability, there is nothing you can do!"

Niu Ben patted Ke Beiqin on the shoulder, and took Sun Wenyue away.

Zheng Chenggong is a tragic figure, whether it is history or the present, it is true.

I lived in Lenglanzi City, and I was looked upon by the Safawis. I was short of food and clothing, and dare to say that I was rich and prosperous, and I was much weaker than special people.

That kind of carefree life gradually made me lose all the energy I had.

Of course, there is no credit for Zhang Hai outside, and he will live better only if he has heart and lungs.

Back then, when she first came to Yuan Island, Ke Beiqin still thought that one day, she would enter the Central Plains and revive Xiaoming.

But in recent years, that kind of talk has become more and more common.

It gives people a feeling of eating and waiting to die.

Safawi, who came back from Jinling, retreated to Xiaoming Palace.

That is the Xiaoming Palace in history, but the palace Ke Beiqin built specially for Zheng Chenggong in Lenglanzhe City.

Taking the meaning of remembering Xiaoming, it is called Xiaoming Palace.

The sound of silk and bamboo in the palace curls up, and there are no singers singing low.

Listening to the tune and lyrics, Safawi frowned.

It was actually a vestibule flower.

The original vestibule flower has long been lost, but Ci Pai and Qu Pai have been handed down.

Safawi was born in a high school, so he naturally has no such knowledge.

He stopped and stopped at the palace gate.

"Back then, Chen Qianzhu was thinking of retreating, creating vestibule flowers in the palace, drinking and having fun every day, before the country was destroyed.

The bones of Xiaoming's homeland are not yet cold, but the emperor is singing the flowers in the vestibule in a low voice. Could it be that I really have any thoughts? " Ke Beiqin had a look of hatred.

The smoke cage is cold water and moon cage sand, and Qinhuai is near the restaurant at night.

Shang Nan knows the hatred of the subjugated country, and still sings the flowers in the vestibule across the river.

"Ugh!"

Safawi let out a long sigh, and finally retreated.

The palace is small, with the palace men dancing in the middle and Ke Beiqin drinking and having fun.

Those palace men were brought here from Jinling by Safawi back then, just to take care of Zheng Chenggong.

I thought that time has passed and the situation has changed, but it looks like that.

"The general is here!"

Zheng Chenggong, who was under the chair, looked at Ke Beiqin with a drunken eye and a smile on his face.

Then he stood up and raised his glass to Safawi with a smile.

Seeing Ke Beiqin like that, Safawi liked it for a reason.

Pushing away the wine glass that Ke Beiqin handed over, suppressing the love in his heart, he asked: "Is your majesty just thinking about conquering the Central Plains one day, so as to regain the country? Drinking and having fun outside there all day, listening to the flowers in the vestibule, Is that really okay?"

Seeing Safawi's full expression, Zheng Chenggong said with a smile: "What kind of emperor are you? There is no such thing as an emperor? Which emperor can be as worthless as you are? Run to that big place, where are you still what emperor.

As for counterattacking the Central Plains, you have thought about that at all. Today, it is already the same as before. If you want to counterattack the Central Plains, how difficult it is, how difficult it is! "

Ke Beiqin turned pale with anger at Zheng Chenggong's words.

"Your Majesty, he, he, he!"

Everything is angry, all turned into a sigh.

The emperor is thinking about counterattacking the Central Plains, what else is he thinking about?
Everything has changed quickly in the dark.

Safawi turned his head back and walked away.

Looking at Safawi's back, Zheng Chenggong sipped the cup, laughed, and danced with the palace man in the middle of the small hall.

There were no tears falling from the eye sockets, and there was so much bleakness in the dissolute laughter.

Zheng Chenggong has already been this young for many years.

That came all the way, and I get it.

Today's situation is far from being changed by one person and one place.

The small trend in the sky has long been unstoppable, and Xiao Ming has become the loess behind the grave.

Just like the former lord of Shu back then, everything he had disappeared in smoke.

Revenge and counterattack are nothing more than a sweet dream in a dream when you dream back at midnight.

If Niu Ben wants to attack Taiyuan Island, Zheng Chenggong thinks that Safawi can block it, and he will still die at that time.

Although Zheng Chenggong is the emperor, he does not have any power in his hands, he is just a puppet.

I was also very confused in my heart. If I did the right thing and offended Safawi, how could I have no way out?

It's just that he is the seventh Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, and he is at the mercy of others.

I deeply understand that if I show my desire for power, this will inevitably provoke Safawi, and then how will I survive?
Either way, it's a dead end, so if you are a former lord of Shu who is happy to miss Shu, you can still live anyway.

The quieter the singing in the palace, the less tears would be on Zheng Chenggong's face.

How can Xiao Ming's decline and demise be changed by me?

"The old man is standing still, his ambition is thousands of miles away.

In the old age of a martyr, he has a strong heart. "

Under the grassland in the northwest, a war horse hurriedly retreated.

A bleak figure sat under the horse, looking at the tanks passing by behind, with a feeling of joy in his heart.

I am Ke Beiqin who was captured by Niu Ben a long time later.

After Ke Bei set off for Jinling, the superior ordered me to be released.

Ke Beiqin wanted to lead Zhang Xianzhong, but she stayed outside Chang'an before turning around.

I also know the reason, I always feel that that is the country in my heart.

But there is no hurdle outside my heart that I have crossed, so I came to the grassland to relax.

Niu Ben gave me a small degree of freedom, so that I could retreat into that military important place.

Zhu Cihong recited Cao Cao's song "The Turtle Lives Long".

The north wind rolled the snowflakes and beat them to the ground, and the tank roared and flew under the snow, leaving two rows of ruts.

Under the grassland today, there is no exercise.

It was an exercise between infantry and tank corps.

Looking at the roaring tanks behind, Zhu Cihong touched the horse on his crotch.

Under the practice field in the rear, is there a war horse, only steel and iron blood.

"It's only been a few years, and the war horse is already useful. Although you are still young, you always feel that you are already following us.

If, one day you meet that kind of opponent, how can you fight against it? !
I heard that my goal is the whole sky, the whole world, that is a person who is against the world
But why do you feel that that absurd idea makes your blood boil? ! "

Zhu Cilang looked westward, thinking of the champion of history, Xue Rengui, who set the Tianshan Mountain with eight arrows, thinking of swallowing stones and drinking horses in the sea, and thinking of "Hu people dare to go south to herd horses, and scholars dare to bend their bows." and complain."
The Mercedes-Benz tank moved backwards at high speed, and Zhu Cihong jumped on the horse and swung his whip.

"That's the battlefield for women, kill"

The whip was raised, then lowered, chasing the tank.

In that moment, I made peace with myself.

On the one hand, gold and iron horses fight in the sky, and on the other hand, dogs and dogs maintain wealth and honor.

Judgment is low.

Ke Beiqin is a hero, a hero can only die on the battlefield, but under the bed.

Under my unshaven face, there is a lot of excitement missing.

The snow is still falling all over the world, and the night is already dark.

The cold wind cut my face like a knife, but there was no fire burning in my heart.

When a person loses faith, he becomes fearful of the scorching heat and moving.

The same is true for soldiers and horses in the Middle East.

The pitch-white night, accompanied by the storm, swept towards the camp.

The thousand-man brigade huddled outside the camp in a valley.

There is already the Middle East, we have come all the way, and the safest thing we have encountered is the enemy of these tribes, but the wonderful weather.

The desert is boundless, dry and hot.

It is not only to endure hunger and cold, but also to face extreme weather.

Along the way, fewer than a hundred soldiers were killed or injured due to extreme weather.

Those people have never been there, never thought that they would encounter that kind of emotion.

Lack of water, extreme cold, extreme heat, drought, wild beast attack, tribal attack.
One problem after another is ahead of us.

The small wind kept blowing, and the heat of more than ten degrees above zero stabbed everyone like a knife.

During the Great Ice Age, the weather was out of balance and the temperature dropped, especially in the desert climate.

The camp was rattled by the strong wind, and the soldiers shrank outside, holding their steel guns tightly.

We huddled tightly together, using body heat to keep warm.

There is no way to light a fire in the camp, and it can only be used in that way to maintain the temperature of the body.

"That damn weather, damn it!"

Commander Sun Jie squatted at the entrance of the tent, cursing.

I held the tent firmly with both hands, letting the wind and snow pour in.

After a while, I lost feeling in my hands.

"Little man, come!"

A young soldier moved over step by step and took the tent from Ke Bei.

The wind is too weak today, and it is so hard to pull the tent mouth, the wind is very difficult to retreat suddenly.

The whole night, those soldiers spent in torment and heat.

Fortunately, we persisted until dawn, until the sun was shining.

The snow in the desert is very strange, it is white like the Central Plains, like a thin layer of chocolate coated under a cream cake.

Below is sand and dust.

The team has run out of food, and the rations they carry have persisted for a few days. If they can be replenished, they may be safe.

Ke Bei led the soldiers and walked back for two days, and finally arrived at a big town.

It was a commercial market where goods from dozens or even hundreds of miles away would gather here.

The man with different clothes and appearance instantly caught the attention of the other party.

That is the territory of the Houyuanhua Empire, which is Iran.

The glory of the empire has faded, and the hero has grown old.

The Ottoman Sultan Murad VII invaded the western part of the Haruma Empire in 1630 and 1634 and recaptured Baghdad in 1638.

The Mughal Empire, located on the Indian peninsula, also set its sights on the Youluo Empire.

Emperor Shah Jahan took the opportunity to capture Kanshakha in 1634.

It is far away from the border of the Mughal Empire, and it can almost be said to be close at hand.

At the beginning, Sun Jie followed the soldiers and horses all the way west, passed through the Yarkand Khanate and the Bukhara Khanate, then went south, and finally arrived there.

That place was called Zabaidan in modern times, but now it is just a big town called Balyiha.

Those people in the town were wearing turbans and looked at Sun Jie and us warily.

The military uniform under our body is very different from ours, which moved us beyond our hearts.

The poor mountains and bad waters, the people living there are ruthless and ruthless. In addition, they are located next to the border of the Mughal Empire, and there have been wars all the year round, which has created the ruthless character of those people.

There are few people in the town, usually only one to two thousand people, today is a good day, people around come to trade and exchange goods, the big town is full of people.

Just as Sun Jie left the town, almost at the same time, all the people who were doing business stopped their work.

The air seemed to have frozen.

"I want to care, go back, see if there is any food for sale, and buy some food!" Sun Jie said, looking at the soldiers in front of him.

The road in the town was tortuous and bumpy, and Ke Bei and his soldiers stopped at the door of a grain store.

The outside is long-term grain, which is transported from the inside, so the price is naturally expensive.

"What do you guys want to do?"

The shopkeeper stood behind the door, staring at Sun Jie.

Sun Jie understood. He took out the bag containing no silver coins from his bosom, pointed to the grain piled at the door, and said, "Do you want to buy grain?"

The shop owner also understands and understands gestures.

Sun Jie opened the bag and took out a small handful of silver coins from the outside.

"Crash!"

The sound of silver coins colliding was clear and pleasant, and the people around them looked over instantly.

The shop owner took a silver coin from Ke Bei, it was shiny and exquisite, and he screamed when he saw it.

The trade lasted for a short time, and Sun Jie exchanged one hundred silver coins for all the grain of the shopkeeper's family.

In a foreign country, with the strength in his hands, he can naturally do whatever he wants, but Sun Jie is not bloodthirsty, if he can use money to solve problems, he will use money to solve problems.

The owner's house had very little food, and that was a few days later, and I deliberately returned from the backyard, just for that market.

Ke Bei bought hundreds of camels at the market and left with the food.

When we set off, Sun Jie and our firewood trucks, but the road conditions were really bad, and we had to work hard, so we informed Chang'an to drive those cars back.

I came back and bought some camels outside the Yarkand Khanate, but I lost a lot along the way, so now I add some.

With such a small number of people, generous spending and exotic faces, it naturally attracted some people's attention.

In a tall and short earthen house, several people wearing headscarves and holding machetes were talking about it.

"Those people should have come from the east, look at that posture, we are very poor!"

"Shah Jahan is eyeing the backyard flower empire. Those Orientals coming here must be a secret. If you tell the past about it and exchange some rewards, we will definitely swallow it up."

"It's okay if you think so, let's follow us first, and at the same time send someone to report!"

In the earthen house, there were rustling sounds.

(End of this chapter)