MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-v2 Chapter 1626 Awesome Xu Pengju

  Chapter 1626 Magnificent Xu Pengju

  Xu Pengju is different from others.

  He was beaten up since childhood.

  In this capital, the distance between parents is too far, so Zhu Xiurong almost takes care of him.

  In his heart, Zhu Xiurong is like his mother.

   Always stood up and scolded those 'bad' children when he was beaten and cried, and gave him shelter.

  This time the task...seems serious.

  Xu Pengju shook his head, and his mentor asked the emperor to go out. It was rare that he spoke so many words to him in a friendly manner this time. From Xu Pengju's point of view, if he went, he would never come back.

  He agreed honestly, but he also understood what he was going to face.

  So before leaving, he wanted to see his wife, because to him, this was his dearest and dearest person in this world.

  Fang Jifan sent Xu Pengju away, heaving a sigh of relief, and when Zhu Zaimo came in again, Zhu Zaimo looked puzzled: "Men, what did you tell him?"

   "Tell him to do a big thing. If he is lucky, he will make a contribution. If he is unlucky, hey..." Fang Jifan sighed, thinking that Xu Pengju was still a child, he couldn't bear it!

   Seeing his mentor like this, Zhu Zaimo couldn't help but sigh: "These are just random guesses of the students, like a child's play, the mentor is not as good as... so don't take it seriously."

Fang Jifan's expression changed, and he said seriously: "Any success comes from conjecture. If you don't even have an idea, how can you do great things? If you have an idea, but don't dare to realize it, then where does it come from?" What about success? Throughout the dynasties, those who achieved great things were all people who dared to think and do. Zaimo, your status is different from others. You can't, the world will belong to you in the future, if you don't dare to do it even if you think about it, and look forward and backward, what will happen to the people in the world."

  Zhu Zaimo immediately stood in awe, and hurriedly saluted: "The teacher is right, it is the student Meng Lang."

Fang Jifan smiled with satisfaction, and said: "It's just that Xu Pengju is still young, so I don't know if he can bear this kind of suffering. The Spaniards in Luzon have different thoughts. If he fails, he will be doomed. How could he be a teacher? He is willing to send his disciple to die. However, if he is not allowed to go, who will he let go? He Xu Pengju is the successor of Wei Guogong, he has received the state's favor, and in the future he will inherit the throne, an extremely human minister."

"My great Ming has reached the present, and the biggest disadvantage is that the meritorious descendants, lying on the credit book, have lost their enterprising spirit, relying on the grace of their ancestors, blindly eating and waiting to die, there are so many father-in-laws in this world , Lord Hou, if everyone’s children are like this, while receiving favors, eating and using, serving as the people’s fat and anointing for the people, rich clothes and fine food, drunk and dreaming all day long, but those dangerous things are those who have not experienced it. The national grace is enshrined to noble and ordinary children to do it, and in time, my Ming's community will be in danger."

"Because of this, the ones my teacher dislikes the most are those who only know how to eat and drink, who only know how to sleep soundly all day long, who don't work hard, don't distinguish the five grains, are drunk, dream and die. The ancestors, brought down by our ancestors, are in charge of the world today. Naturally, we should not just blindly enjoy wealth and honor. No matter how much national grace we receive, we should make great contributions to the country. start."

  Zhu Zaimo was shocked after hearing this.

  He didn't think of this level.

  Mentor is a mentor, he really has a high vision, and actually wants to use Xu Pengju to reverse the current evil.

  He saluted immediately and said sincerely: "The student has been taught."

  Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Only you understand what's on my mind. Well, don't talk about it. It's useless to talk about it. I just hope things will go well and Xu Pengju can come back safely."

  …

  Xu Pengju met his mistress, and seeing his cheerful look, Zhu Xiurong felt something unusual, so he asked him softly, "What happened?"

  Xu Pengju shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just came to see my wife."

   As he spoke, he said again: "Master, I'm hungry, I want to eat the dim sum you made before."

  Zhu Xiurong gently touched his big head, showing a kind smile, with emotion in his eyes.

  Xu Pengju has grown up.

   But she was still so greedy and delicious. She remembered that Xu Pengju always cried at that time, and only when he was eating could he keep his tears from crying.

  So she hurriedly responded, and immediately took a few maids to make pastries.

Xu Pengju sat upright happily, and under Zhu Xiurong's watchful eye, he began to eat. He ate very deliciously, and he ate a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in two or three mouthfuls, which cost more than a dozen yuan. Looking at his bulging stomach, I always feel that there is something wrong with this stomach, otherwise how could it hold so much food.

  Xu Pengju was finally full, hiccupped constantly, got up, and saw his wife looking at him tenderly.

  He shook his big head and remained silent for a long time. He seemed to want to say something, but finally he didn't say anything, so he grinned: "Master, I'm leaving."

  Zhu Xiurong couldn't help saying: "Silly boy, you're the only one here, and you have to leave after eating."

   "I'm going to do something big." Xu Pengju said.

  Zhu Xiurong frowned, wanting to ask.

  Xu Peng waved his hand: "Master, I'm leaving."

   As he spoke, he actually knelt down, and his head hit the ground heavily. After a crisp sound, he got up, turned around and left resolutely.

  Zhu Xiurong felt that Xu Pengju was very different today and wanted to stop him.

In fact, he also wanted to turn around, just like when he was the child back then, wanting to hug his wife intimately, but after only a slight trembling of his strong body, he pretended to be chic. Once, gone.

  …

   Early the next morning.

  It seemed that he was afraid that Xu Pengju would regret it.

   Someone packed Xu Pengju into the carriage, and then sent it to Tianjin Port.

   Here, a ship has been waiting for a long time, and Xu Pengju was almost stuffed onto the ship again.

  When he was about to board the ship, he remembered: "I thought about it, and I think I should go back and say something to Mrs. Shi, this sentence is very important."

   Accompanying him were Xishan's guards, who protected him all the way, and the leader was Fang Jifan's personal guard, Hu Zi.

   Hu Zi grabbed him, dragged him onto the boat, and said out of breath, "Here you are, if you have anything to say, you can talk about it later. Hurry up and get on the boat, the boat is about to lift the anchor and raise the sails."

  The boat... gradually left the pier.

  Huzi and the others looked at the big head protruding from the bow, and kept looking at the land, but the big head was getting farther and farther away, and Huzi was relieved, and took the people back to report.

  …

   The voyage was lonely.

  Even if this person is honest, he can endure this loneliness, and Xu Pengju feels that every day is very difficult.

  Holding his big head, he looked very melancholy. Fortunately, Luzon is not far away, and he arrived in just over 20 days.

  The ship was in a certain water area nearby. They had already contacted people and sent a small boat to move Xu Pengju to the small boat. Afterwards, the Ming ship Yang Fan sailed away with the wind.

  Xu Pengju took a small boat and arrived at a Luzon wharf. This is a building built by Franji. The Spaniards have been operating here for a long time, and they have established trading points, manors, and wharves here.

  As soon as he landed, he was questioned.

  At the beginning, the children in these nursery schools had all received language training from Franz captives.

  So Xu Pengju directly revealed his identity in broken Francophone: "I am the son of Duke Wei of the Ming Dynasty. I came here by order to bring you a letter."

  He took out the letter, which was written by Zhu Zaimo himself.

  The guards were a little confused when they heard this.

  There has never been an envoy from Ming Dynasty in Luzon.

  So, he was imprisoned immediately, and soon, the letter fell into the hands of Alfonso, Governor of Luzon.

Alfonso got the letter and opened it. The letter was full of threatening words, and there was nothing good to say. It showed the determination of the Great Ming Navy to hunt Luzon, and Alfonso suddenly felt a headache. , the situation in the West has become more and more worrying.

  Whether it is the Spaniards in Luzon or the Portuguese in Java and Sumatra, they all deeply feel the increasingly serious threat of the Daming Navy.

  Especially His Royal Highness the King has launched an attack on the Northern Province, Daming and Spain, even the superficial peace can no longer be maintained.

  Under such circumstances, Luzon has become precarious.

However, this is the outpost of the New World, which is of great importance. Therefore, Spain has sent heavy troops here in the past few years. Not only that, but also allocated a special fleet and even built more forts to protect For emergencies.

   And now... the time has finally come.

  Alfonso stood up and looked at his attendant: "Where is he?"

   "In prison."

  Alfonso narrowed his eyes, his eyes showed coldness: "He is the son of Duke Wei, the son of the Duke of Shizhen and its second capital?"

"yes."

   Alfonso said: "He is a nobleman, we should treat each other with courtesy, but since they are pagans, we do not recognize his noble status."

  His words were decisive, and then said: "Come with me."

  Xu Pengju was imprisoned in the water prison, which was very humid and muddy everywhere.

  He cut his hands backwards and was hung up. He felt that his wrist was almost broken by the rope.

  So, he gritted his teeth in pain, but fortunately his breathing was very even. According to his years of experience in being beaten, at this time, the pain can be slowly relieved by his own even breathing.

   Immediately afterwards, many Francoids began to walk in. The leader was wearing a beautiful three-cornered hat and a military uniform with a variety of badges on it.

  The man stood upright and said, "I heard that you can speak Spanish?"

  ...

   There should be more.

  (end of this chapter)