Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

The day before the Japanese delegation was scheduled to leave.

The sky over Jinling City suddenly turned overcast, and the dark clouds overhead were heavy, like wet, dirty cotton, hanging over people's heads.

Before long, the black roofs of the entire Jinling City and the asphalt roads on the streets were covered with a layer of misty water.

The Duke's Mansion.

The drizzle fell gently on the bluestone slabs in the yard, making a pleasant sound.

Yang Xian was doing maintenance work on the Maxim machine gun as usual. When he heard the noise behind him, he stopped what he was doing.

At the same time, two hands suddenly passed through his back and finally landed on Yang Xian's shoulders.

The hands are slender and the fingers are long, but unlike those of ordinary women, they appear strong, because the owner of these two hands is the most beautiful woman on the grassland, Princess Shao Min, Wang Yuemin.

"Just as my husband expected, according to the information reported by the spies, Hu Weiyong and his men will choose to launch the attack tonight at the earliest, but the exact time is still uncertain."

Because Wang Yuemin had experience in leading the former Yuan Dynasty's intelligence agency Tanma Junsi, Yang Xian naturally handed over the intelligence team that he had secretly cultivated to her, and Wang Yuemin did not disappoint Yang Xian. It was not difficult for the intelligence personnel under his command to hide from Hu Weiyong, but it took some means to make the Jinyiwei unaware of it.

As Wang Yuemin spoke, he moved his hands up and placed them on Yang Xian's head, with his thumbs pressing on his temples and his index fingers pressing towards his eyebrows.

Yang Xian closed his eyes as usual, enjoying the warm and relaxing feeling brought by Wang Yuemin's hands.
To be honest, this massage technique was taught to her by Yang Xian himself, so it goes without saying that it was a lot of fun for her.

Wang Yuemin used the ten fingers of both hands to massage Yang Xian's head slowly and steadily. Every massage and pressure would make Yang Xian feel more relaxed and his mind gradually relaxed.

"They will choose to take action when the rain stops." Yang Xian said.

"Why are you so sure, my husband?"

"Because their real reliance this time is the batch of Hongwu rifles that Hu Weiyong asked Japan to privately cast." Yang Xian opened his eyes and spoke.

It's about time.

royal palace.

Hall of Supreme Harmony.

At this point in time, Zhu Yuanzhang was rarely not reviewing memorials.

On the table was not the mountain of memorials as before, but a pot of wine and a plate of peanuts.

The sound of the red skin of the peanuts being rubbed off was heard. Zhu Yuanzhang threw one into his mouth and chewed it slowly. After the fragrance was completely chewed out, he picked up the wine glass in front of him, brought it to his lips, and drank it down with a "sizzle".

What we drank today was not the imperial wine from the palace, but the wine that Xu Da had sent over before. The alcohol content was a bit high, but it was indeed strong and delicious.

"Father, you should drink less tonight," Zhu Biao said.

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and laughed, "It's okay. When I was a soldier, I was assigned to the front line as a suicide assault team and I drank three bowls of wine that day."

Empress Ma, who was standing by, couldn't help but frowned slightly when she heard this. She glared at Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "Zhongba, what nonsense are you talking about? You know that was back then. Now you have me, Biao'er and the others, and the whole world. Now your life is not just your own."

Faced with Empress Ma's cold face, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled awkwardly, but soon returned to normal.

"Sister, I faced the Yuan court, Zhang Shicheng, and Chen Youliang, and I went through mountains of corpses and seas of fire. I'm not bragging, but I really don't take a small person like Hu Weiyong seriously."

When he said this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt as if he was looking down on the world. He didn't know how long it had been since he felt this way. It was as if he had returned to the days when he led his brothers to conquer the world.

Hu Weiyong looked quietly at the teacup in his hand, with a boiling teapot next to him.

"The water is finally boiling." After seeing the water boiling, Hu Weiyong's mouth corners slightly raised, finally revealing a smile, and reached out to take the teapot.

"Zhu Chongba, Zhu Chongba, you forced me to do all this."

If he had not been forced into a desperate situation, Hu Weiyong would never have thought of rebelling.

In recent years, the imperial court has carried out a series of reforms, which have continuously squeezed Hu Weiyong's space. At the beginning, Hu Weiyong just kept dodging and making friends with nobles, and his purpose was only to protect himself.

But when he finally saw the irreconcilable contradiction between the power of the prime minister and the power of the emperor, Hu Weiyong knew that if he did not take action, he would have no chance. At that time, he could only watch the power in his hands being eroded bit by bit, and in the end he would no longer have a place to stand.

Therefore, from that day on, he began to secretly communicate with Japan and make secret plans.

It’s just that Zhu Yuanzhang was too powerful, especially those old people who had followed Zhu Yuanzhang to conquer the world knew it best.

No matter how Hu Weiyong planned, he had no chance of winning. The mutiny in the Beijing camp that he had secretly instigated proved this point.

But there is always a way out.

It seems like God is on my side.

The Ming Dynasty is now fighting on eight fronts at the same time. All the elite troops in the country have been transferred to the border. Even two thirds of the capital camp that guards the capital have been deserted.

And most importantly, the great military god Xu Da had not returned from his voyage, and Tang He, Li Wenzhong, and Lan Yu were not in the capital. In Hu Weiyong's opinion, if one of Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen was still in the court, Zhu Yuanzhang would not have made such a mistake.

In addition, Zhu Yuanzhang's reforms in recent years have forced almost all the Huaixi nobles in the court to join Hu Weiyong's side.

Lu Zhongheng, Tang Shengzong and the other four are now completely tied to Hu Weiyong's warship. Hu Weiyong has not been the prime minister of the Secretariat for so many years in vain.

We have as many handles as we want on these Huaixi nobles.

Although these five of them were far inferior to Xu Da, Tang He, and Li Wenzhong, the military reform had only been going on for more than a year, and with the prestige and influence they had accumulated in the army, it would be no problem for them to form a team.

Not to mention there are back-up players from Japan.

In Hu Weiyong's view, he now undoubtedly has the strength to challenge Zhu Yuanzhang.

Hu Weiyong took a sip of tea and looked out the window.
The rain stopped.

"On the throne, this world, you Zhu Chongba sits on it, and I Hu Weiyong also sits on it."

dark night.

Outside the capital.

In the capital camp, turmoil broke out again following the mutiny caused by the last military restructuring.

Tang Shengzong, Lu Zhongheng and others personally took action, summoned their old subordinates, and suppressed the Beijing camp.

Because of Zhu Yuanzhang's deliberate arrangement, most of the officers stationed in the Beijing camp were not very loyal, and a few of them became tools for Tang Shengzong and his men to establish their authority. (End of this chapter)