The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 177 Casting a Bronze Statue

The moonlight shone in from outside and sprinkled on Zhu Cihong's body.

Zhu Cilang was sleeping soundly, perhaps having a sweet dream, her eyelashes fluttered, and she took another deep breath.

Du Xun stood in the dark night, looking at Zhu Cihong on the bed.

Panting deeply, her heart rose to her throat.

"Your Highness, this slave is also for your own good, don't blame me!"

Du Xun muttered softly, then took a big sack from the entourage behind him, and walked towards Zhu Cihong.

The moon is still the same as before, shining bright moonlight on the ground.

The silver-white light makes the world a little quieter.

The faint barking of dogs resounded on the streets of the capital.

A carriage galloped on the street outside the palace, going further and further in the dark night.

Du Xun sat on the shaft of the carriage, looked back at the palace behind him, shook his head, his eyes were only ruthless.

The fire in the palace burned bigger and bigger, and the night wind blew again.

The wind takes advantage of the fire, straight into the sky.

Fortunately, the palace already had enough experience in fire prevention, and the flames finally disappeared the next afternoon.

Chongzhen walked on the ruins of Fengtian Temple, his expression extremely ugly.

There are burnt beams or carbonized wood everywhere, and there is a strong smoky smell in the air, which is very pungent.

Among the rubble of the ruins are scattered the tablets of the ancestors.

More than half of the tablet of Zhu Yuanzhang, Emperor Gaozu of Taizu, was burned, and the remaining parts were also covered with carbon black, lying quietly under a residual tile.

Chongzhen's face was horrified, and he hurriedly picked up the broken tablet.

Wipe off the carbon black with his sleeve, his face is full of panic.

A few years ago, bandits broke through Fengyang, the central capital, and dug up the ancestral grave of Old Zhu's family.

It's been a long time since the founding of the country, and this is the first time I have encountered such a thing.

At that time, Chongzhen hurriedly issued an imperial edict and confessed to his ancestors.

A few years after this incident, Fengtian Temple caught fire again.

The successive blows made Chongzhen feel a little dazed for a while.

"Could it be that God is warning me about something?"

Holding Zhu Yuanzhang's tablet, Chongzhen's face was ugly.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of Shaanxi.

"Could it be that this indicates the situation in Shaanxi?"

I began to feel uneasy, more and more worried and frightened.

"My lord, almost all of the Fengtian Palace was burned down, and there were very few ancestral tablets left, and even the nearby palace was involved. Fortunately, all the fires have been extinguished!"

Cao Huachun came to Chongzhen and talked about the burning situation.

His face was covered with charcoal black and had a smoky smell.

Most of the eyelashes were burned, and I worked hard last night.

Wang Chengen, who was following behind him, also looked like this.

"Hey, clean it up, try to gather some money from your internal funds, and clean it up here."

Chongzhen held Zhu Yuanzhang's tablet and left here in a depressed mood.

Looking at Chongzhen's lonely back, Cao Huachun felt bad for a while.

"Clean up everything carefully, and look carefully. Be sure to tidy up all the ancestral tablets, and there must be no omissions!"

Cao Huachun turned around, looked at the eunuch behind him, and shouted loudly.

Afterwards, he hurried to chase after Chongzhen.

Chongzhen left the palace and came to the Taimiao.

Put the ancestors on the ground and kneel in front of the portraits of the emperors.

"Ancestors and descendants, Zhu Youjian, the unfilial son and grandson, come to see him on behalf of him!"

Kneeling in the center of the hall, he kowtowed a few times towards Zhu Yuanzhang's portrait.

"The unfilial son Zhu Youjian is incompetent, incompetent!"

His head was pressed tightly against the ground, and tears kept streaming down the ground.

He raised his head and began to cry again: "I don't know what to do, and I don't know why the situation has become like this.

At first, they thought that there were only bandits and Liaodong Jiannu, but another Sun Jie came out on the way.

This thief is so treacherous and loyal, I thought he was a loyal minister at first, but I didn't expect that it turned out to be this kind of guy! "

He talked a lot, and kept berating Sun Jie for his mistakes.

Chongzhen never finds problems with himself, in his opinion, he is always right.

As everyone knows, today's situation is all thanks to him.

It's all because of his micromanagement and showmanship.

If he hadn't transferred Sun Jie to Jiangnan, would this situation be here today?

If he hadn't transferred Sun Jie to Jiangnan, there would have been no killings in Jiangnan.

If there were no killings in the south of the Yangtze River, those Shaanxi officials and businessmen in the capital would not have any problems.

Sun Jie would not raise troops so early, nor could it be so fast.

Everything is rooted in him.

With Sun Jie as a powerful military force, he is not satisfied, and he still wants taxes from Jiangnan.

Jiangnan's tax arrears started from the Jiajing period.

It has been 100 years, how can it be so easy to solve.

The human heart is not enough to swallow the elephant, and always wants to be greedy for the big.

In the end, he sent himself in.

Whether it is the current Chongzhen or the Chongzhen in history, they all look like this, and they all want to be greedy.

Speaking of which, the root of all this still lies in him.

He doesn't think so, he never thinks it's his fault.

Cao Huachun came outside the Taimiao, and before he went in, he heard Chongzhen's cry.

He went to the door and saw Chongzhen inside along the crack of the door.

"The emperor is really suffering, it is really suffering!"

Cao Huachun kept choking up, complaining for Chongzhen.

He has been with Chongzhen for a long time, and he has even paid more attention to Chongzhen than himself.

Seeing Chongzhen like this now makes me feel even more uncomfortable.

Just as he was sad, Wang Chengen suddenly ran over from the palace, his face full of fear.

He hurriedly came behind Cao Huachun and said in a panic, "Godfather, something happened, something happened, something happened!"

Cao Huachun turned around, looked at Wang Chengen, and scolded with dissatisfaction on his face: "What's going on, you're so flustered, you don't have any rules, where are the rules?!"

Wang Chengen didn't care about rules and irregularities, so he leaned into Cao Huachun's ear and said hastily, "Godfather, His Royal Highness is gone, His Royal Highness is gone!"

"What? What did you say?"

Cao Huachun cried out in shock.

Suddenly, he felt that he had lost his composure, and quickly covered his mouth.

Then he hurriedly looked at Chongzhen in Taimiao.

Seeing that Chongzhen didn't respond, he was relieved.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean His Royal Highness is missing?!"

Looking at Wang Chengen, he asked quickly.

"Godfather, according to the palace rules, every morning, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would come to Qianqing Palace and Kunning Palace to greet An, but this morning, I haven't seen you for a long time.

So Hai'er was going to take someone to see it, but before he went there, someone from the Compassionate Ning Palace came over.

The eunuchs and maids who changed shifts this morning said that His Royal Highness, the guards and eunuchs who were watching the night are gone, everyone is gone! "

Wang Chengen's face was full of fear.

If Zhu Cihong disappeared by himself, it could be regarded as playful, running into some corner.

But so many people are gone, what it means is self-evident.

Cao Huachun looked at Wang Chengen blankly, as if he was stupid.

Fear also melted on his face.

The crown prince, the foundation of the country, is gone today.

Along with the prince, there are also the guards in the palace.

There is too much information here.

"What should we do now? Godfather, what should we do now?"

Wang Chengen asked again and again.

"What else can I do, look for it quickly, look for it quickly.

Remember, we can't tell the emperor about this matter, the emperor is exhausted, we must hide it from the emperor! "

Cao Huachun held back the fear in his heart, and whispered to Wang Chengen.

Today's Chongzhen has become sensitive after suffering successive blows.

If I tell him this again now, I'm afraid something will happen.

Besides, maybe His Royal Highness is just playing for fun, maybe where to play.

Although this possibility is very small, Cao Huachun forced himself to think about it.

There is really too much involvement here.

Cao Huachun hurried away with Wang Chengen.

There are seven or eight tables in the backyard of the British government.

The guards of the Compassionate Ning Palace sat at these tables and ate.

They yelled and yelled, eating meat and drinking alcohol.

In this world, the emperor's family has no food left.

These guards didn't eat much good food in the palace.

Now being entertained by the British public like this, it is natural to eat comfortably.

"Hi~uh~"

A guard hiccupped and suddenly felt pain in his stomach.

Immediately afterwards, severe pain rose from the abdomen.

It's like cutting with a knife.

"Ouch!"

Throwing on the ground, struggling back and forth.

"What's the matter with you? What's the matter?"

The guard next to him was about to help him up, but before he could bend down, he felt severe pain in his stomach.

"Pfft!"

He also fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

The same was true for the surrounding guards, who fell to the ground one after another.

The stench came, and the screams were towering.

There were footsteps coming from outside the yard, and a group of young men rushed in from outside with steel knives in their hands.

"What do you want to do?"

A guard's catalog was about to split, and the ninja was hurting in his stomach, and yelled at them.

These people did not answer, and raised the steel knife in their hands.

The knife is shining, and the heads are rolling.

Blood was all over the ground, and corpses lay horizontally.

A few more young men came in carrying a big wooden box, and all the corpses were piled into the big wooden box.

Another Qing Zhuang walked in pushing a wheelbarrow filled with loess, and re-paved the ground.

Before long, it was back to normal here.

The guards of the Compassion Palace think really simply, they are not the confidantes of Duke Ying, they are just Zhu Cihong's guards, and their wealth and life depend on Zhu Cihong.

What Zhang Zhiji and the others wanted was the obedient Zhu Cihong, and these guards were just dispensable things.

They are not of the same mind with Zhang Zhiji, and no one can guarantee whether they will inform.

Only the dead will keep secrets, and these people think too simply.

The sun had risen to the sky, and there were several convoys heading south outside the capital.

A few days ago, these people began to pack their things and transport their property to the south.

After so many days, those who can be transported away have already been almost transported away, only one Zhu Cihong is missing.

Now that Zhu Cihong is in place, naturally he won't wait any longer.

The capital was getting farther and farther away from them. Zhou Yanru sat in a carriage, looked at the capital behind him, breathed a sigh of relief, and murmured: "Your Majesty, don't blame us, we are all for the good of the imperial court and for the continuation of the Ming Dynasty." country!"

As the sun set, the capital became farther and farther away from them.

Zhu Cihong sat in the carriage, his face was full of bewilderment.

To this day, he still doesn't know what happened.

His nanny sat beside him, hugged him tightly in her arms, and spoke words of comfort.

The relationship between the children in the palace and the nanny even surpassed that of their parents.

It is impossible for the emperor and empress to take care of them every day. Naturally, these things are all the work of the nanny. After a long time, they get close to the nanny.

This is the case with Emperor Tianqi, who has a great relationship with the Ke family.

……

Sun Jie led the troops back to Xi'an Mansion, and the captives will be controlled in the cells that have been built around Xi'an Mansion.

Jiannu suffered heavy casualties, more than 4 people, more than 2 were killed by the bombing, and only [-] people remained.

The only captured generals were Duduo and Haoge. As for the other generals, they were either killed by artillery bombs or hacked to death by Chen Hu and the others.

No way, they resisted the most.

The Ming army also suffered losses here, but not as big as Jiannu.

Jiannu suffered a lot of fire bombardment.

Qin Liangyu, Cao Bianjiao, Zhou Yuji and Fu Zonglong were basically captured alive by Sun Jie.

These people were the ones Sun Jie called for, and Chen Hu and Zhao Dading didn't dare to kill them.

These few people were well-known figures in the history of the late Ming Dynasty.

Unlike Wu Sangui and Zu Dashou who defected to the enemy and betrayed the country, they were basically devoted to the country and died fighting to the last moment.

There is a lot of history, and there are many treacherous and lucky ministers, but they are all just duckweed on the water.

It is these loyal ministers and good generals who support the history.

China's strength of character, China's backbone, and China's integrity, these things cannot be broken.

Even though they may not surrender to Sun Jie, they cannot kill randomly.

Xi'an Fucheng was just ahead, and Sun Jie came out from the cab of the truck.

Inside the carriage was a bound Duoduo, tied tightly all over his body, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

"Get him down!"

Sun Jie looked at Chen Hu on the carriage.

"Get off!"

Chen Huti, who was standing on the carriage, slipped Duoduo and threw it down.

He threw it down straight away without any hesitation.

"Pfft!"

It hit the concrete floor and nearly killed him.

"Have someone build a high platform outside and tie him to the high platform.

At the same time, let the craftsmen in the city build a copper smelting blast furnace outside the city, and then get some copper from the city! "Sun Jie looked at Chen Hu.

Chen Hu jumped down from the carriage, with a puzzled look on his face: "My lord, what are you doing with these things?"

"What else can I do? Of course I made this guy alive.

Qingshan was fortunate enough to bury the bones of loyalty, and white iron cast innocent ministers.

Cast this guy into a bronze kneeling statue, and bring him to Liaodong when he counterattacks Liaodong in the future.

To avenge the people who died in Liaodong and at the hands of Jiannu, and comfort their spirits in heaven.

Dorgon was blown into foam, so Duoduo was used instead.

By the way, there is Hauge.In the future, there will be Huang Taiji, Daishan, and the dead Nurhachi, and we must dig him out.Can't afford him! "

Sun Jie's voice became colder and murderous.

Of course Duduo on the ground could understand Sun Jie's words.

He cursed in panic:

"What do you want? What do you want?"

(End of this chapter)