"At that time, the Yuan army was already in the general trend, although it was stubbornly resisting, how could it compete with the 300,000 Ming elites led by Lan Yu and Fu Youde, in less than a month, it had already collapsed and collapsed. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info And I was also imprisoned as a prisoner of the Ming army. Zheng He's tone was calm, as if he was telling about what happened to others.

Ye Cheng asked, "What about later?"

"Lan Yu gathered children as old as me together, and in the midst of the ruins, he said to us in a loud voice, we are all accomplices of the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty, and we are the rebels who deserve to be punished, if we don't return to Beijing with him, we will be beheaded one by one, and if we return to Beijing with him, we must be cleansed first. Zheng He said.

Ye Cheng didn't expect that Lan Yu, who was once a big hero when he was a child, would have such a brutal side.

"When I was a child, I often heard people talk about the heroes who founded the Ming Dynasty, including this Lan Yu general, I never thought that he was such a murderous person. Ye Cheng said with some frustration.

Zheng He shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Sometimes the judgment of a person is just the position of that person, for us innocent people, they are cruel, but for those subjects who are welcomed in Yingtianfu, who eat pot pulp, and who are looking forward to the king in the Jinluan Palace, Lan Yu is not only not cruel, but also heroes who fight to eliminate trouble and defend the country." ”

After hearing this, Ye Cheng couldn't help but feel deep sympathy for Zheng He's plight, so he had to be relieved: "Lord Zheng has become a member of the Imperial Court as an internal servant, which is also a kind of reward from God for you." ”

"If this is a reward, it is not given to me by God, but given to me by Emperor Chengzu today, and also by my teacher. When I entered the palace at the age of eleven, I was assigned to the mansion of King Yan, and I grew up with King Yan, and my master, Master Daoyan, taught me Wen Tao Wu Strategy and Jing Shi subset every day since I was a child. If it weren't for the two of them, there would be no Zheng He today," Zheng He said with emotion.

Master Dao Yan...... Ye Cheng suddenly remembered that when he had just come out of Yingtianfu Prison, he faced Zhu Di's horse team at the entrance of the street, and finally passed by this Dao Yan Master who said the last words to him, his eyes and tone were so special, and the energy emanating from his body seemed to be able to perceive everything.

After listening to Zheng He's story, a thought flashed in Ye Cheng's heart, he didn't know whether to ask Zheng He, but curiosity finally prevailed, and he couldn't help but ask: "Lord Zheng, these two emperors, one father and one son, have made you devastated but unparalleled, what is the hatred and gratitude in your heart?"

Zheng He smiled sadly and said, "The person I hate has already died, wouldn't it be too unfair for me to add this hatred to the person who is kind to me?"

Ye Cheng didn't ask any more, and the two fell into silence.

"Yes, if a hated person dies, there is no need to hate it anymore, it can only torture himself, but if that person does not die, should he continue to hate?" Ye Cheng's heart was like this rolling sea, churning and surging.

Sanfo Island is located outside the Central Plains, this voyage is not short, suddenly more than half a month has passed, the place is still the boundless sea, there is no sign of reaching anything.

Ye Cheng has been thinking more and more about his master Zui Taibai Luli and the Holy Hand Divine Doctor Dai Sigong these days, but now that he is at sea, there is no news, I don't know what their good luck is, they are really grasping the intestines and sleeping and eating.

While pacing on the deck, Ye Cheng heard footsteps behind him, and when he looked back, it was Zhong Qing.

I saw that in the past few days, Zhong Qing has not rested very well because of the water and soil, coupled with the loss of appetite, his face can't help but be a little sallow, and he looks very haggard, and he has completely lost the lively look of the past few days when he first got on the boat.

Ye Cheng was distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly went over to take Zhong Qing's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, and said, "Qing'er, I see that you have lost a lot of weight in the past few days, if there is anything uncomfortable, you can call the imperial doctor on the ship to heal it as soon as possible." ”

Zhong Qing smiled and shook her head, leaned on Ye Cheng's chest and said, "It's okay, I'm afraid it's inevitable that the boat and car will be tiring, Brother Ye, when will we get to the Three Buddha Islands." ”

Ye Chenggang wanted to comfort Zhong Qing, but suddenly there was a "knock" sound on the deck, and when he looked up, dozens of soldiers and soldiers, two by two, carrying a pair of stretchers, walked onto the deck, followed by several imperial doctors and deputy general Ji Tianming.

Zhong Qing also saw it, and couldn't help but feel very curious, how could there be wounded if there had been no war on the ship these days?

I saw that Ji Tianming's face was solemn, and he seemed to be blind to Ye Cheng and the others, and ordered in a low and hoarse voice: "Put them all here." ”

Dozens of people put more than a dozen stretchers on the deck, and only then did Ye Cheng and Zhong Qing see it clearly, but they saw that there was no one lying on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth sheet, all of them with faces like ashes, angry like a gossamer, moaning in pain from time to time, and blood slowly flowing from the corners of their mouths.

"Imperial Physician Liu, Imperial Physician Zhao, you can think of a way again, is there really no salvation?" Ji Tianming looked at these people on the stretcher, turned around and said to the imperial physician behind him.

"Lord Hui, we have indeed done our best, these soldiers are suffering from blood diseases and plagues, even if Hua Tuo is reborn, I am afraid that he will be weak. Then Imperial Physician Liu bowed and replied. Zhao Taiyi and several imperial doctors behind him also sighed and shook their heads.

Ji Tianming seemed to have lost the last ray of hope, turned around and looked at the dozen or so soldiers lying down, raised his head and sighed, and then ordered in a firm tone: "Execute the order!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers standing by stepped forward to carry the stretcher again, when suddenly a noisy sound sounded from the hatch.

"Let's go over!", "I can't help it, General Ji!" "There is a kind of killing Lao Tzu first!"

Ye Cheng and Zhong Qing hurriedly looked, but when they saw that the hatch was wide open, the guards couldn't stop it at all, and more than a hundred people broke over, with resentful expressions on their faces, and many people still had tears in the corners of their eyes.

"General Ji! What did you say to us when you were recruiting soldiers? Go into battle to kill the enemy, serve the imperial court, and when you become famous, you can disarm and return to the field, and enjoy your old age. But now, my brother is lying there, and you are going to go out to sea to feed the fish!" shouted a big man with a full beard, pointing to a stretcher on the ground.

"Yes, people are not dead, how can they be so careless about human life! We want the chief soldier to give us an explanation!" said the big man, and more than 100 people behind him shouted at the same time.

"If you want to say the law, I will give you an explanation today"

Suddenly, a low voice came from behind him, and everyone looked back, but saw a person wearing a crimson embroidered robe and a plain gold tie, slowly walking towards the besieging soldiers, it was Zheng He, the chief soldier of the imperial history.

Seeing Zheng He's watery expression and cold eyes, the soldiers all stopped shouting and flashed to both sides, Zheng He walked through the crowd and came to the side of the stretchers.

"Do you know who this person is?" Zheng He slowly pointed with his hand to the third soldier on the stretcher from the left.

The soldiers who surrounded each other looked at each other, and no one knew.

"Vice General Ji, you come and tell them!" Zheng He said in a very majestic voice.

Ye Cheng and Zhong Qing seemed to see a completely different Zheng He from the original, and the gentle smile on their faces was gone, replaced by a cold and resolute expression.

I saw that Ji Tianming heard Zheng He's order, and two lines of tears suddenly flowed down, as if he was gritting his teeth, and slowly squeezed out a few words from the gap in his mouth: "That's my nephew......"

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the deck was in an uproar, and then fell silent again.

"Yes, General Ji's nephew is also here, do you know why?" asked Zheng He.

No one answered.

"Because his nephew is also sick with the plague! He is a lieutenant general, and he could have concealed it, or used his position to hide his nephew, but he did not do it, and why, because he knew that if he did, he might kill all of us!" Zheng He said word by word, although his voice was not loud, but it had a majestic majesty.

Still no one spoke, and only the moans of the sick could be heard all over the deck.

"No one wants them to die, I am the chief soldier, and every soldier is a brother I brought out, and I would rather see them die in battle than see them die like this. But I don't have a choice, we have more than 200 warships, and there are more than a thousand brothers on each warship, and if I don't do this, more people will die!" Zheng He continued.

The anger in the hearts of the besieging soldiers earlier seemed to be stolen with their feet, and they lowered their heads one by one, and the sound of whimpering gradually filled the deck. They couldn't bear to see their brother die like this, but they knew very well in their hearts that Zheng He's decision was right.

At this time, Zheng He's eyes seemed to have tears in the corners, but his resolute expression never changed: "General Ji, carry out the order!"

More than a dozen sick soldiers dressed in white were thrown into the vast sea like yellow leaves on an autumn tree, and they were swallowed up and drowned before they even had time to make a ripple.

Zheng He raised his head to the sky, closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, he didn't stop for a moment, just patted Ji Tianming's shoulder, and then walked straight into the cabin, leaving everyone still standing in the daze.

Zhong Qing had never seen such a scene, and she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart. Ye Cheng seemed to see a completely different Zheng He, a Ming general who commanded thousands of troops.