Ming Dynasty: My Father Zhang Juzheng

The night is deep.

A waning moon disappeared into the clouds, and the sea was pitch black. The cool summer breeze, accompanied by the sound of waves, came from afar, making people feel peaceful.

Zhang Yunxiu looked at the beauty in front of him. She was about 1.5 meters tall, with fair skin and delicate features.

I am at least 1.75 meters tall. When the two of us stand together, the girl in front of me suddenly becomes an exquisite doll.

At this moment, the doll's porcelain-like face was filled with sorrow and heavy thoughts.

"Don't worry, your father and brother will be fine." Zhang Yunxiu smiled and rubbed the beauty's head gently.

Otomo Chiyoko didn't object, she just bit her lip and looked at Zhang Yunxiu: "Then can you go and save my father and brother quickly? If possible, I can do anything for you."

When Zhang Yunxiu heard the voice, his cheeks turned cold and he withdrew his hand.

"Trade your body, huh?"

Chiyoko Otomo looked shy, tilted her head, and stretched out her little hands to fiddle with her skirt. She looked so pitiful and pitiful that people couldn't help but want to hold her in their arms.

A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Chiyo Otomo's eyes hurt, and tears welled up involuntarily.

She wanted to keep it to herself, but the more she endured, the more sad she became.
He squatted on the ground, hugged his knees and sobbed softly.

"woo woo woo woo"

The soldiers on night watch heard the sound and looked over. When they saw that it was Zhang Yunxiu, they turned away and ran away.

"Why are you crying?" Zhang Yunxiu asked.

"I just want to cry. Please go away. I'll rest here alone." Chiyo Otomo answered with a choked voice without even raising her head.

Zhang Yunxiu turned and left, leaving behind only a leisurely voice: "I will not play with the lives of my men just to please a plaything, so you'd better not think about it."

Chiyoko Otomo shuddered as if she had been stung by a wasp, and raised her tear-stained cheeks sharply. The torch on the boat shone on her face, making her eyes redden terribly.

For a moment, she was a little distraught.

It turns out that in his eyes, I am just a plaything. Or maybe I am not even a plaything.

The daughter of a daimyo who is about to perish.

"Haha. Maybe it's only slightly better than Kabuki."

Chiyo Otomo, with a self-deprecating look on her face, leaned against the edge of the boat and sat down on the deck.

The summer breeze on a summer night was cool and gentle. She sat on the deck and before she knew it, her eyelids were drooping and she fell asleep.

In her sleep, she dreamed that her brother died and her father also died in the war.

One by one, his relatives fell in front of him.

She felt lost and helpless, and wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

Just when her limbs were cold and her heart was dead, a beam of light suddenly fell on her body. It was warm and comfortable. The scene in front of Chiyoko Otomo changed to the family enjoying the cherry blossoms in spring.

My father and brother are here.

"Father, elder brother, sister-in-law."

"Wake up, wake up!"

As she was mumbling to herself, Chiyoko Otomo suddenly felt someone pushing her. She slowly opened her eyes, and it was already daybreak, and the general who had rescued her was standing in front of her.

She was covered with a robe to keep out the cold.

"General Han." Chiyoko Otomo shouted.

Han San forced a smile and pointed to the cabin inside: "It's daybreak. If you still want to sleep, go inside. There are many people here during the day, and it will be embarrassing for you if you are seen by the people below."

What's wrong with his face?
Otomo Chiyoko was puzzled. She stretched and stood up from the deck, smiled sweetly at Han San, and walked towards her cabin.

Han San wiped the sweat from his forehead, sighed, and thought: "Young Master is really a fool. He didn't take him down in one fell swoop when there was such a good opportunity yesterday. Instead, he made him sleep on the deck all night."

Could it be that he dislikes this man because he is Japanese?

Worried about your child's bloodline in the future?
"That shouldn't be the case. If a man marries a Japanese woman, naturally there will be more Han children. As long as the woman is not from our family and is given to the Japanese, it's acceptable. It can be considered a major anti-Japanese strategy."

Han San thought about it and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"why are you laughing!"

A voice was heard and Han San looked back.

Zhang Yunxiu was standing behind him, wearing a white tight-fitting warrior uniform. The warm sunlight shone on his face, making his features look soft and gentle, making people feel like they were bathed in spring breeze.

Han San smiled wickedly and said what he had just thought: "Sir, that Japanese woman is pretty and has a good figure. If you marry her, and Rihe gives birth to a little boy, maybe he can inherit her family's territory."

"What did you say?" Zhang Yunxiu became excited instantly.

Han San was startled, thinking he had said something wrong. He shrank his head and spoke more carefully: "I said, that woman is good-looking and has a good figure. If you accept her, it will be of great benefit to you in the future."

As he spoke, he thought of that guy Aineng, who not only married a Japanese woman, but also gave himself a Japanese name.

It’s so shameless.

Zhang Yunxiu was stunned by this, and his heart was in turmoil: "The Ming Dynasty is quite far away from the Japanese island. It is definitely not a good idea to station troops there for a long time. The best way is to assimilate.

The population of the Ming Dynasty is large. If the people of the Ming Dynasty can intermarry with Japanese women, within ten years, the Japanese islands will be completely part of the Ming Dynasty’s territory.”

Although the reproduction rate of the yellow race is not as fast as that of the black race, it can still be called fast.

"But, wouldn't I become a stud in this case?" Zhang Yunxiu frowned, then said with relief, "So be a stud. For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, someone has to bear the pain, right?"

Han San on the side looked at his master and stood there without saying a word.

After a long time, Zhang Yunxiu came back to his senses, turned to look at Han San and said, "After this battle, tell the brothers that anyone who is willing to stay in Japan will be rewarded with a Japanese woman."

"That's great." Han San replied with a smile.

"But we have to win this battle first." Zhang Yunxiu waved his hand and said seriously, "Although our warships are much more advanced, we can't be careless and never give the Mori family a chance to take advantage of us."

"clear."

Han San nodded in agreement, saying that he had already sent a fleet to search ahead. As long as the location of the Mori family's fleet was determined, the army would press forward together and never give the Mori family a chance to turn the tables.

Then, he briefly compared the situations of the two sides.

The Mori family: They had at most 200 warships, and together with Toyotomi Hideyoshi's navy, they could barely number 300.

Our side: There are nearly 400 warships on our side alone, plus the Song Ming and Portuguese warships, the number exceeds 1,000.

The enemy's forces were far inferior to ours in both quantity and quality.

"My lord, don't worry. We may not win the battle in one go, but as long as we catch the Mori family's fleet, they will at least suffer heavy losses." Han San said with a proud look on his face after finishing the comparison.

"Okay, if the Maori family doesn't peel off their skin, I will peel off your skin." Zhang Yunxiu suddenly laughed and turned away.

Han San pretended to be scared and kept trying to justify himself as he chased after them. "Baka! Baka!" In the waters where the Mori family's fleet was, Mori Terumoto, dressed in samurai clothes and with his hair standing up like a whip, was walking back and forth on the main ship, shouting.

"Toyotomi Hideyoshi. Toyotomi Hideyoshi, damn it, damn it! How dare you call me a good-for-nothing, ah!! Damn it. You are just a monkey, and you dare to call me a good-for-nothing."

All around, the retainers of the Mori family looked at each other in silence, not daring to make a sound.

Mao Li Terumoto was still not satisfied, he drew out his samurai sword and slashed at the table on the left. With a "crack", a corner of the table fell off and rolled to the ground.

He chopped four times in succession until all four corners were aligned, then he sheathed the knife.

He sat down on the wooden floor, breathing heavily, his fair face full of anger.

As for why Mori Terumoto was so angry, there is a reason behind it.

But five days ago.

Mori Terumoto sent people to ask Toyotomi Hideyoshi for food, but Toyotomi Hideyoshi was arrogant and said, "Each army has a fixed quota, and the quota for the Mori family has already been paid. Others have enough, so why doesn't the Mori family have enough? Could it be that the Mori family are all good-for-nothings?"

The envoy felt wronged and did not dare to confront Toyotomi Hideyoshi. After returning, he exaggerated the story.

Mori Terumoto's father died early, and he took over the position directly from his grandfather. It can be said that he was successful at a young age and had a smooth journey. How could he have suffered such an insult?

After hearing this, he immediately became furious. If someone hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed to Toyotomi Hideyoshi to demand clarification.

The atmosphere in the small hall was cold and tense. Suddenly, a soldier came in with a clatter and said in a suppressed voice, "The head of the family, Kameda Taro, is outside asking to see you. He said he has important information to report to you."

"Let him in." Mao Li Terumoto waved his hand.

"Hi." The soldier bowed deeply, stepped out of the hall, and soon came back, followed by a fat one-eyed man.

"Taro Kameda greets the family head!" The fat one-eyed man immediately bowed when he saw Mori Terumoto.

But he was very curious why the head of the family was sitting on the ground while the generals stood beside him with their necks hunched.

And why did they look relieved when they saw me come in?

"Mr. Kameda, what information do you have? Tell us quickly." Mori Terumoto shouted coldly.

"Ah, hi!" Kameda Taro hurriedly agreed, bowed and reported to Mori Terumoto, "Three days ago, I found the family of the Otomo family trying to escape in the waters of the Otomo family. I desperately chased them and sank several enemy ships.

We were about to capture Otomo's family, but they were rescued by someone."

"There are too many enemies. I am outnumbered and have no choice but to retreat. I came to inform the head of the family."

Kameda Taro was so angry that everyone listened to him. One of them couldn't help but ask, "Whose fleet is it?"

"It's the Ming Dynasty and the Portuguese." Taro Kameda answered respectfully.

"What? Why would the Portuguese want to get involved with the Ming Dynasty?" a middle-aged general said in surprise.

"Mr. Fujii, you don't know this." A general next to him explained with a smile, "A few days ago, Kato Kiyomasa came to report to the regent, saying that the Portuguese and the Ming people have united and threatened to occupy all our territory."

"Hmph, they are quite arrogant." Mao Li Terumoto, who had been silent all this time, suddenly snorted coldly.

"Head, the enemy fleet is very large, and it seems that they are preparing to come looking for us." Kameda Taro recalled the scene that day, his face changed unconsciously, and reminded, "Why don't we prepare early and catch them off guard."

"idiot!"

Mao Lihuiyuan was so angry that his eyes widened and he cursed, "Is this all the courage the Maori warriors have? My Maori navy is so powerful that we have never been afraid of anyone. You are disrupting the morale of my army. This is a big deal."

As he said this, he stood up and walked in front of Kameda Taro.

He raised his palm and swung it hard at Kameda's cheek. With a "slap" sound, Kameda Taro's cheek became red and swollen. He quickly covered his cheek, bowed his head and shouted: "Hi!"

"Go down and take a rest. Tomorrow you will lead your troops to follow me to attack the Ming army." Mao Li Terumoto patted his shoulder, turned around and scanned his subordinates, and shouted coldly, "Gentlemen, it's time to let Toyotomi Hideyoshi's monkey and the Ming monkey see who is the king of the navy."

"Hey!"

Everyone bowed and shouted in a loud voice.

Early the next morning.

The fleet of Mori Terumoto set out in a mighty force, and under the leadership of Taro Kameda, headed straight for Zhang Yunxiu's fleet.

On the other side, on Zhang Yunxiu’s patrol ship.

"Boss, those damn Japanese pirates are coming towards us." A young sergeant on the watchtower looked at the fleet approaching in the distance and shouted to the officer who was lying in the sun below.

The officer lifted his military cap, stood up suddenly, looked up and asked.

"how many people?"

"It feels like the entire army is marching. One hundred... No, two hundred. That's too many." The young sergeant checked and responded to his companions below, feeling extremely anxious.

Hearing this, the officer was no longer sleepy.

"Damn it, they dare to attack us. They are really tired of living." The officer cursed and gave orders in a hurry: "Turn left, full rudder, return!"

Rumble.

Immediately, the patrol ship, which was more than ten meters long, was surrounded by white waves and retreated to both sides. The ship rode the wind and waves and headed straight for Zhang Yunxiu's main fleet.

The patrol ship was moving at an extremely fast speed, and the Mori Terumoto army could only see it from a distance, and then it disappeared.

Soon, the sea area returned to its calm state again.

It's as if nothing happened.

The sun was warm and the breeze was gentle. With sails half-flown, Maori Terumoto's fleet was sailing slowly on the calm sea.

In the middle of the main ship, Mori Terumoto was kneeling in front of a table, full of pride.

There were food and drinks on top.

In front of him, there were two singers with light makeup on their faces and graceful postures, twisting their bodies and singing softly.

From time to time, she would throw a few flirtatious glances at Mori Terumoto.

Mao Li Terumoto clapped his hands and laughed, and the previous unpleasantness was long forgotten.

The generals around clapped their hands and laughed.

After singing for about ten minutes, a singer with almond-shaped eyes and a slightly fierce look came forward and poured wine for Mori Terumoto with a smile.

Mao Li Terumoto's pale face turned red and he grabbed the singer's little hand.

"Head of the family." The girl with almond-shaped eyes and a pink neck called out in a soft voice.

With just this one move, Mao Li Terumoto's bones softened a little, and he looked at Dan Fengyan with burning eyes. "He Xiang Ji."

The man with the phoenix eyes nodded slightly.

"The head of the family has important matters to attend to, all outsiders please leave immediately." Seeing this, one of Mori Terumoto's lackeys waved his hands to drive away the crowd. (End of this chapter)