Due to the timely prevention and control of the epidemic, the plague in Nanjing did not spread throughout the city.

This made Zhu Youlang very pleased.

Although he understood the contagion of the plague, he also knew how to prevent it.

But if the epidemic is allowed to spread, when the whole city is infected, even the gods will be unable to be saved.

Now only a few hundred people have died in the city because of the plague, and the corpses have been cremated by Zhu Youlang and cannot be buried.

This is also just in case, in case the word plague rises, the consequences are very terrible.

When the epidemic subsided, Zhu Youlang prevented the people of the city from exterminating rats.

There are many diseases that rats infect, and there is not only one plague.

With such hygienic conditions at the end of the Ming Dynasty, it was easy to get infected.

Zhu Youlang didn't want him to see the people dying of the plague one after another as soon as he moved into the city of Nanjing.

With this out of the way, disaster relief has to be put on the agenda.

More and more people poured into Nanjing City, and they had already reached the cordon drawn by Zhu Youlang in advance.

In desperation, Zhu Youlang could only order people to set up a simple camp outside the city for the victims to live in.

As for the porridge and grain on credit, it is on time twice a day.

The first batch of grain transferred from Jiangxi has arrived, and Zhu Youlang is also relieved.

Gradually, Huguang's grain will also be transferred.

Although it is a disaster year, as long as Zhu Youlang wants to do it, not a single citizen will starve to death.

The victims were naturally grateful for the imperial court's initiative.

They really didn't expect the Son of Heaven to be so kind, so instead of driving them away, they also built a camp for them to live in, and as for the daily disaster relief food, it was also thin and dry, combining porridge and rice.

What else do they have to complain about?

This is really the emperor's grace.

If they were to be Manchus, they would definitely drive them out of Nanjing without hesitation, and they would not even be given a place to stay, let alone relief.

Tartars are Tartars, and they have never treated these Han people as their own.

And the great tomorrow is different, when the Zhu family destroyed the Yuan Dynasty Tartars, it was the slogan of restoring the clothes of the Han family.

The son of the Zhu family is really his own person.

These people swore that in the future, if there was a need for the court, they would stand up.

It may not be from the army to serve the country, but there is always a place for them to contribute.

pressed these and did not mention them, but said that on July 16, the Ming Prince, the Empress, and the Shoufu Wen Anzhi arrived in Nanjing City under the escort of thousands of brocade guards.

The reason why there are only a few thousand people escorting is also the result of the deliberate emphasis of the Son of Heaven.

After all, Shuzhong still has to face the threat of the Qing army in Shaanxi and Hanzhong, and it is necessary to keep the troops in Shuzhong as much as possible to ensure that Sichuan is worry-free.

The crown prince Zhu Cixuan naturally did not dare to disobey his father's will, and only ordered two thousand brocade guards to escort him along the way.

To be honest, he didn't really want to come to Nanjing.

In these days in Shuzhong, without the suppression of his father, he did many things very comfortably.

Although the teacher Wen Anzhi will still persuade and teach him, the feeling of oppression is completely different.

In his mind, his father was a saint and a god.

As long as Zhu Youlang is by his side, Zhu Cixuan will naturally appear timid.

The year of his father's crusade was Zhu Cixuan's happiest time.

Now that this good day is coming to an end, how can Zhu Cixuan not be in pain?

But there is no way, the holy decree is the holy decree, and it is impossible for him to resist the decree and disrespect it, right?

Of course, Wen Anzhi comforted him and said that in the future, the Son of Heaven may also personally conquer the Northern Expedition, and the prince will still have the opportunity to supervise the country at that time.

Zhu Cixuan breathed a sigh of relief.

It took several months to come from Shuzhong to Nanjing.

When they arrived in Nanjing City, the entire army was a little tired, not to mention Zhu Cixuan, who was pampered and grew up in a honeypot.

But when he saw the majestic city of Nanjing, his tiredness was swept away.

Oh my God, the walls of Nanjing City are so high!

Zhu Cixuan couldn't believe his eyes!

In comparison, the city walls of Kunming and Chengdu are like earthen walls built in the village!

Zhu Cixuan had naturally never been to Nanjing before.

When he was born, his father, Emperor Zhu Youlang, had just ascended to Dabao, but he did not have the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure of imperial power, and fled back and forth between Guangdong and Guangxi.

Zhu Cixuan was still in infancy at that time, so naturally he couldn't remember things.

But as he got older, he was able to remember some fragmented things.

In his impression, his father had been traveling all over the country.

He has also been to many places with him.

But all the places combined, there is no one similar to Nanjing.

The city walls of Nanjing City are so high, and the city gate hole is so big, Zhu Cixuan feels like a hillbilly when he enters the city.

Calm down, be sure to be calm.

He is the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, and he must not lose his temper to make people laugh.

Zhu Cixuan forced himself to show a majestic look.

Although this expression is very incompatible with his teenage age, it has nothing to do with it.

On the contrary, Wen Anzhi on the side looked calm, but a hint of joy could be faintly seen between his eyebrows.

He really didn't expect to be able to set foot in Nanjing City again in this life.

After Wen Anzhi was demoted, he was the chief priest of Nanjing Guozi, and he has a deep memory of this city.

He can remember every grass and tree, every brick and tile.

The stone bridge of Jinshui River money, the majestic Fengtian Temple, and the majestic Forbidden City

The past is vivid, but he is dozens of years older than before.

Lian is quite old, can he still eat?

If it had been placed a few years ago, Wen Anzhi would have really dared not give an answer.

Because he didn't know how long he would live.

But now, Wen Anzhi firmly believes that he can live to the Ming Dynasty and recover the world.

Even if he was eighty or ninety by then, he would have lived to that end!

It's a belief, it's a breath!

"Whew!"

The air in Nanjing is really sweet.

Wen Anzhi knew that this was a psychological effect, but he just enjoyed the moment.

His Majesty the Emperor's persistence and persistence made Wen Anzhi feel hopeful.

He is surrounded by young people, which also makes Wen Anzhi feel that he is still young.

Whether you are young or not is not about age, but about mentality.

As long as Wen Anzhi's mentality is not old, he can continue to contribute to the imperial court.

This is also the reason why Wen Anzhi did not hesitate to come to Nanjing after His Majesty the Emperor issued a holy decree.

Of course, there is also a little selfishness.

That is to help his student, the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, better adapt to his role as the prince.

Wen Anzhi could feel that Zhu Cixuan was very smart.

It's just that this child is a teenager after all, and the young man's heart is sometimes uncontrollable.

Wen Anzhi was worried that the prince would come to Nanjing alone and have an awkward quarrel with the Son of Heaven, so he had to come with him.

Wen Anzhi also knows the temperament of today's son very well. Both father and son are stubborn, and there is always a need for an outsider to reconcile them.

Wen Anzhi is willing to be this conciliator