"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Countless shells landed near the two battered ships, which were Portuguese warships, who had just thought they had escaped, but had actually fallen into another hell.

On the other side, dozens of warships lined up and fired with their side guns, sending out a dense rain of bullets.

Simon held his head and cried, he never dreamed that his actions would have such serious consequences that he would die from it.

The two ships soon caught fire and then slowly sank.

There were a few small black dots floating on the surface of the sea clinging to the planks, and they were crying for help.

However, the Luzon army ignored them.

"Turn, target, South India!"

The commander-in-chief of the navy gave the order, and countless sails fluttered high in the clear sky.

Their goal was never to target these two boats, it was only incidental to clean them up.

The target of such a large-scale fleet trip is, of course, Goa, the old nest of the Portuguese in the East.

It is because of this base that Portugal can continue to attack them, and now, it is time to put an end to this.

It just so happened that the Portuguese had just lost nine warships, eight armed merchant ships and nearly 2,000 soldiers, and their strength had been weakened to a certain extent.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, two hundred ships accompanied by an army of nearly 10,000, the Governor's Palace of Luzon has already used all their strength.

The city of Goa was taken by surprise, and within a short time the port had been lost, the ships on it were either destroyed or captured, and the Portuguese army was forced to retreat into the city and resist with strong city defenses.

Siege.

The war lasted for half a year, during which the Kingdom of Portugal sent ships to the rescue several times, but without exception, these troops were wiped out by the Luzon navy.

When the losses were already on the verge of equalizing the gains, Manuel I decisively stopped aiding Goa.

The city slowly fell into despair.

Half a year later, the Goan defenders finally collapsed, and they could no longer stand this protracted war, especially since they saw no hope, even a little.

Albuquerque calmly came to an end.

He was on the tallest building in Goa City, looking at the Luzon soldiers who had been pouring in at the wide open gates, and drew his saber.

A generation of Portuguese gods of war, fell in the East.

The Viceroyalty of Luzon won the final victory, and although the half-year war had caused considerable losses to them, it was all worth it, Goa was the hub of trade from the East to Persia, and the Portuguese had gone to great lengths to occupy it because of this, and now everything was made for them.

Immediately after the capture of the city, the commander-in-chief of the navy ordered the populace to be pacified and production resumed, and a month later, the banner of the caravan again appeared outside the city.

From the mainland to Luzon to Goa and then into the Persian Gulf, a trade route was completely controlled by the Viceroyalty.

……

Time flies, and every year goes by in a flash.

Just when the Governor's Mansion of Luzon was crisscrossing the South Seas and its power was expanding more and more, on the mainland, it had already reached the third year of Jiajing.

One day in May, a young man dressed in green clothes came to a mansion in Yuyao County.

Without the glittering plaques and the magnificent vermilion lacquer gates, the mansion looks very simple.

If he hadn't been here many times, he wouldn't have believed that Mr. Yangming, who was once famous all over the world, would live in such a humble place.

He stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door, all of which he had become familiar with, and he had done it for the past three years.

Ever since that Mr. Yang Ming Ding was worried, he has been living here.

Yuyao City, Longquan Mountain, Zhongtian Pavilion, here is the lecture hall of the great Confucian Qian Dehong, since Mr. Yangming Ding Wei returned to his hometown, he was led by this great Confucian seventy-four local masters, invited into the Zhongtian Pavilion to give lectures.

Mr. Yang Ming had four days of lecture time a month, and the Zhongtian Pavilion at that time was often overcrowded, and he was ordered to invite Mr. Yang Ming to give lectures in the Zhongtian Pavilion.

He's been doing this for a few years now.

It's going to be the same today, he thought.

The door slowly opened, and an old head stuck out, and the little guy recognized that this was Mr. Yangming's porter.

The porter looked at him and said with a smile:

"Little brother, you won't use it in the future!"

"My husband, I'm leaving."

The little guy was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and asked eagerly:

"Why are you leaving?"

"The period of filial piety has expired, why can't you leave?"

"Is it to go back to the imperial court to be an official?"

"No, Mr. is indifferent to fame and fortune, so he doesn't think so."

"That'...... Where are we going? ”

"This old man doesn't know."

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, the little guy immediately turned around and ran.

He had to hurry up and tell the news to his lord.

Mr. Yang Ming is leaving, and this news will definitely alarm the entire Yuyao literary circle.

He knew all too well the scholar's influence among the local literati.

The news spread like a gust of wind throughout the county, setting off stormy waves.

In a short time, the gate was crowded with people, and this quiet alley away from the city had never been so lively.

blocked Mr. Yang Ming, who was about to set off, in the alley.

"Sir, I can't wait for you!"

"Sir, but I am not well received? Stay longer! ”

Looking at the crowd that was retained, Wang Shouren's heart was also a little touched, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

But he decided to do it.

He remembered the letter of invitation, which had been sent to his house a month before his filial piety period expired.

The letter was to invite him to give a lecture at Dongqian Academy, which he had also heard of, after all, Ningbo Mansion was quite close to Yuyao County.

Actually, he didn't plan to go.

At this time, he was already famous all over the world, and many great Confucians invited him to lecture on Taoism, but Wang Shouren refused, he just wanted to write books and teach his disciples, and Qian Dehong, who was close to the water, got this great god.

He has rejected many world-famous college lecture halls, let alone this little-known academy?

However, when he saw the red clay at the end of the letter, he immediately changed his mind.

This mark is too familiar to him, it is the seal of his best friend Lin Yan, and the moment he sees it, it is already destined for Wang Shouren's departure.

Therefore, even though everyone kept him, he still decided to go south.

"Everyone's love, how dare Shouren be! Originally, everyone kept it like this, and I definitely wanted to stay. ”

"But I received a letter from a friend inviting me to give a lecture in another place."

"To the exchange, Bo'an doesn't dare to bear it!"

"Now that the filial piety period has expired, it is time for me to go to the appointment."

"Everyone, we will have a meeting later!"

After Wang Shouren finished speaking, he turned around and boarded the prepared carriage without hesitation, and his back was so free and easy.

The students and the Confucian unconsciously got out of the way, and the carriage moved with the shouting of the coachman.

"Mr. Yang Ming, which Confucian lecture hall invited you, we will also follow you!"

"Yes, Brother Bo'an, even if you want to leave, you have to tell us who invited you!"

The carriage was moving away, but shouts rang out in the crowd, some of them were students, and some of them were Confucian scholars.

The sound of the reels gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only one sentence, which drifted in the wind:

"Ningbo Mansion, Dongqian Academy......"

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(End of chapter)