Take a plane to the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 388 Qinhuai River

Starting from Xiangyang, it goes south along the Han River, passes through Zhongxiang and Xiantao all the way, and flows into the Yangtze River at Hankou.

Once the big ship reaches the Yangtze River, the line is wide open, and the scenery along the coast is different. There are many boats in the river, and they come and go all the way, but there are not many boats as big as Zhu Changyuan's feet.

Occasionally, a few big boats on the river, when encountering the luxury yacht that Zhu Changyuan was riding in in ancient times, also consciously or unconsciously give way to the water, and he passed first.

Going down the Yangtze River, I arrived on the river not far from Nanjing in a short time.

In the Ming Dynasty, the land of Nanjing was the founding capital and the capital of Nanzhili. Even now, it is still the accompanying capital of the Ming Empire. Most people call it Nanjing, and many scholars call it Jinling.

The beautiful land in the south of the Yangtze River, the imperial state of Jinling.

The history of Nanjing almost traverses the history of ancient Chinese civilization. It is one of the four ancient capitals in China and is known as the "Ancient Capital of Six Dynasties" and "City of Ten Dynasties".

In his previous life, Zhu Changyuan was a native of Nandu City, geographically located in the same area as Jinling, and the climate conditions are naturally similar. However, after all, there has been a gap of nearly 350 years. Many times, many things will change.

For this city, Zhu Changyuan is actually full of hope.

Therefore, as soon as the big ship docked, he couldn't wait to take Chen Yuanyuan's hand ashore and indulge in the scenery of ancient Nanjing city.

The sunshine in the autumn afternoon is warm and bright, like a gentle eye hanging high in the sky, with a little bit of heat, looking at the pedestrians below.

Low houses, bustling and lively streets, a small river flowing continuously, and one or two boats in the small river, you come and go, you don't know where you are going.

As soon as the autumn wind passed, the streets were full of familiarity and unfamiliarity, and the air mixed with the fishy smell of the river suddenly rushed towards us.Zhu Changyuan raised his head and closed his eyes, took a deep breath intoxicated, savoring the faint familiarity and the slightest strangeness.

"There is a new song of red plums, and the fragrance is gentle. And Huatang, drunk all night, from now on, it will count for eight thousand years. Jiangnan, Jinling City, is really a good place, what a pity!"

As Zhu Changyuan walked, he opened a folding fan that he carried with him, swayed, and passed among the ordinary people. Looking at these mortal beings, he couldn't help but sigh.

Chen Yuanyuan's hand was tightly held by Zhu Changyuan, a little unnatural in front of the public, and wanted to pull it back forcefully, but Zhu Changyuan was too powerful to forcefully shake it off, and took the opportunity to say: "Why is it a pity, General?"

Zhu Changyuan shook his head lightly, but did not answer.

In fact, he was feeling sorry for the Ming Dynasty, Chongzhen, and the Han people in this world.

Whether it is history or this parallel world.

If Emperor Chongzhen really moved his capital to Nanjing before Li Zicheng broke through the capital, it is really hard to say whether the Qing army would move into the Central Plains and whether Li Zicheng could achieve great things.

Zhu Changyuan felt sorry for this, but he didn't want to tell Chen Yuanyuan about it.

"My lord!" Li Xin followed from behind, walked up to Zhu Changyuan, cupped his hands slightly, and said, "I heard that the most famous inn in Nanzhili is Yanbo Tower, not far from here, let's rest here."

Zhu Changyuan nodded, slapped the folding fan in the depth twice, nodded forcefully, and said, "Okay, I'll live in Yanbo Tower."

He was dressed in white and was just over 20 years old. Although he was holding an out-of-date folding fan in his hand, he was ecstatic and had an extraordinary aura, and there was no disharmony in his whole body.

Yanbo Tower is located at the edge of the Yangtze River in Jinling City. It is a five-storey inn and restaurant. It not only enjoys a high reputation in Jinling City, but also the best restaurant in South Zhili.

Zhu Changyuan and his party lived on the fifth floor of Yanbo Building.

It has to be said that Yanbo Tower is unique. Needless to say, it is delicious. It is just the environment. It is adjacent to the Yangtze River in the north and the bustling metropolis in the south. You can see the prosperity again.

The vast and quiet waves of the Yangtze River on the back form a sharp contrast with the bustling and bustling Jinling City on the south. The charm of the whole city is fully displayed between the quiet and the moving.

Opening the window and looking at the mighty Yangtze River below, Zhu Changyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "The Yangtze River, it is indeed the Yangtze River. I haven't seen it for hundreds of years, and it's still the same."

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly, Zhu Changyuan was slightly surprised, and asked: "Who, what is it?"

He didn't think that just now when he checked into the hotel, some famous local family came to visit, probably Chen Yuanyuan or Li Xin and others.

"Officer, there are distinguished guests coming to visit." Xiaoer's voice sounded outside the door.

Let me go, could it be that my identity has been leaked, and someone came to the door so soon?
Zhu Changyuan was suspicious, but he opened the door calmly and asked, "Who is it?" But behind Xiao Er, a fat man about 50 years old was looking at him with his arms folded and smiling, and said, "My lord, excuse me."

Zhu Changyuan looked at it and smiled. He was a little skeptical about someone else coming to visit, but there was no problem with this person coming, because this person was the guy he had arranged in advance to take over in Nanjing.

"So it's Mr. Wang, please come inside."

Zhu Changyuan put the folding fan together in his hands, pointed slightly inside, and said, "Come in, Xiao Er, and make me two cups of good tea."

The person who came was Zhu Changyuan's old acquaintance, the famous Huizhou merchant: Wang Ranming.

"Don't dare, my lord has been traveling all the way, and the cars and horses are exhausted. It must be hard work." Wang Ranming is very respectful to Zhu Changyuan, not only because Zhu Changyuan gave him a large number of goods to sell in the mainland, which made him earn a lot of money, but also He thought that Zhu Changyuan had helped and saved his life-and-death friend, Qian Qianyi.

"Not many people know about my coming to Jinling, right?" Zhu Changyuan asked Wang Ranming to sit down, and asked calmly.

"My lord, don't worry too much!" Wang Ranming looked at Zhu Changyuan, and said, "This time, my lord's visit to Nanjing is of great importance. Except for Wang, no one else knows about it."

"Very good!" Zhu Changyuan signaled Wang Ranming to drink tea, and then said, "How are things going?"

"If you go back to the prince, everything has been settled, and tomorrow will be on the Qinhuai River." Wang Ranming said confidently: "The people the prince wants, without exception, are all invited by Wang."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Zhu Changyuan's face.

In fact, there were not many people invited by Wang Ranming, the key was Mao Pijiang and Dong Xiaowan.

"Hehe, emotional matters, that's all. Don't say I'm mean, it's because you didn't do it well." Zhu Changyuan said a few words silently in his heart, and said, "That's right, from now on, Mr. Wang doesn't have to call me prince, but I'm just a son, that's fine."

After finishing speaking, he said worriedly: "When you notified these people, you didn't notify them in my name, did you?"

Wang Ranming said: "Don't dare, all these people were notified by the name of Mu Zhai."

I go!

Zhu Changyuan said: "Qian Muzhai's name is all over Jiangzuo, and everyone responds to it. It should be extremely easy to invite these people by his name."

Although Qian Qianyi was shameless and later surrendered to the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but before that, he was the leader of the entire Ming Dynasty literary world. Even after the Ming Dynasty fell, many people with lofty ideals came to join him, hoping that he could lead everyone to fight against the Jianlu .

But this person has limited backbone.

"How about this, since Mr. Mu Zhai's name is used, let him come too, but there is one thing, he is not allowed to reveal the identity of the king."

"Yes!" Wang Ranming nodded.

. . .

After Wang Ranming left, Zhu Changyuan specially called Chen Yuanyuan over, wanting to explain the situation to her.

Chen Yuanyuan walked to Zhu Changyuan's room, her face was red, and she was always worried that Zhu Changyuan had unruly thoughts on her, and she didn't know whether she would agree or disagree if that happened.

However, after Zhu Changyuan spoke, she knew that she was a villain.

"Yuanyuan!" Zhu Changyuan said slowly, "I came to Jinling in the south of the Yangtze River this time mainly to fulfill the oath I made to you."

When Chen Yuanyuan heard this, her heart trembled suddenly, and she didn't know what to say.

The more she got to the final juncture, the more she felt that her attachment to the man in front of her was gradually greater than the Mao Lang in her mind.

What even made Chen Yuanyuan even more terrified was that sometimes she couldn't even remember the appearance of that Maolang.

What's wrong with me?Didn't I swear to Maolang Mountain that I would never change my mind?how so?
For a long time, Chen Yuanyuan had doubts about her feelings more than once.However, as a woman bound by feudal ethics, the only thing she can do is to bury her emotions deeply.

"The prince treats his concubine with the utmost benevolence, and his concubine can't repay anything if he dies." Chen Yuanyuan said sincerely, but her heart was in a trance, and her eyes involuntarily drifted to the river outside the window.

"I don't need any repayment. I just hope that you can think of a person named Zhu Changyuan who did some insignificant things for you in the future. This life is enough." Zhu Changyuan pretended to sigh and said: "After all , you are Chen Yuanyuan."

"My concubine doesn't want to be Chen Yuanyuan." Chen Yuanyuan looked out the window blankly, facing the vast and boundless river, and said, "If possible, my concubine would rather be a small fish in this river, and want to go against the current and follow the current with me." willing."

Zhu Changyuan didn't seem to have heard what she said, and continued: "I have asked my friends in Nanjing to arrange a literati gathering on the Qinhuai River tomorrow morning, and your Maolang will also be present at that time."

"Ah?" Chen Yuanyuan shuddered, she didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

The next day, whether Chen Yuanyuan was willing or not, Zhu Changyuan's will could not be changed.Early in the morning, he took Li Xin and a group of five people and set off from the bank of the Yangtze River by boat to the Qinhuai River on the left of the river not far to the west of Jinling City.

(End of this chapter)