Anti Qing

Chapter 53 Ambition
In the apse of the palace, the two entered separately.

As soon as he entered the room, Li Zijing felt a faint fragrance blowing towards his face, turned around and looked up, and saw three simple characters.

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Lightly scented.

A thin curl of smoke rose from the incense burner, wrapped in gauze curtains, and scattered in all directions.

The original layout of the palace of the Qin Dynasty in the Ming Dynasty was to sleep in the front and sleep in the back. The Hall of Mental Cultivation is located between the bedroom and the main hall, and it was the place where Li Zicheng handled government affairs when he was in Xi'an.

"You all go out."

Li Zicheng walked to the table on the north side and stood still, and gave instructions slowly.

The two cyan arrow-clothed Shunjun who were waiting in the Hall of Mental Cultivation nodded slightly when they heard the words, turned around and bowed respectfully, and each retreated.

Just after the court meeting ended, Li Zijing wanted to leave to prepare to go to Jingxiang, but he was called alone.

Since time travelling, this was the first time that he was alone with this famous late Ming hero, and Li Zijing felt a little nervous in his heart.

In order to relieve the tension, so as not to show any flaws, Li Zicheng saw the clues, and Li Zijing began to scan the surroundings to make arrangements.

I have to say that today was an eye-opener.

Li Zijing's later generations also visited the Forbidden City in Beijing several times, but they only looked through the glass windows, without such a big touch.

Everywhere in Prince Qin's mansion is extremely luxurious, but Li Zijing walked all the way from the Dingmen camp in Xi'an, and there are many hungry people everywhere in Xi'an.

There is also a good legend about this Qinwang Mansion that is well-known in the city.

In the 16th year of Chongzhen, when the Shun army invaded Xi'an, the Emperor Chongzhen was terrified and sent [-] troops from Sichuan to help protect Qin Fan.

At that time, a cold wave broke out in the city of Xi'an, and the Mingchuan army in the city was still wearing summer clothes, shivering from the cold, and because they hadn't eaten for a long time, they were so hungry that their eyes turned green, and they could only pick persimmons to barely satisfy their hunger.

At that time, the general of the Sichuan Army who commanded the army couldn't bear the hunger and cold of the soldiers. He once entered this magnificent Qin Palace and begged Zhu Cunshu to donate part of the army's salary and buy winter clothes to boost morale.

It's not that the Prince Qin's Mansion doesn't have these things, Li Zijing came all the way, this Prince Qin's Mansion is rich, so it's enough to just take out some things.

But Zhu Cunshu hugged left and right in the palace, eating fish and meat, and had no intention of controlling the life and death of the Sichuan army guarding the city.

Therefore, this part of the Mingchuan army who had rushed to aid Xi'an under the order of Chongzhen mutinied under the hunger and cold, and opened the city gate to welcome the Shun army into the city.

After the Shun army entered the city, Li Zicheng immediately ordered winter clothes for these surrendered Sichuan soldiers and opened warehouses to release grain.

In contrast, the judgment is judged.

Few of these Sichuan troops who surrendered two years ago went to serve the Ming Dynasty. Not many are still alive today, but they have all become old-fashioned troops.

Li Zijing looked around the Hall of Mental Cultivation with a dignified expression.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

The real story of this sentence is far more cruel than a few words of understatement.

"When I first saw this, I thought the same as you."

Li Zijing was observing, and was taken aback when he heard this.

Li Zicheng turned around at some point and was looking at him.

After Li Zicheng said this, he shook his head with a smile, and walked slowly to a guqin placed in the northeast corner of the room, stroking the strings with his rough hands.

"I, Dashun, was able to successfully capture Xi'an in the first place, thanks to these things. I regard the common people as ants and the soldiers as the vulgar clan of the Ming Dynasty."

"But they are the ones who created the world where officials are not like officials and soldiers are not as good as bandits."

Speaking of this, Li Zicheng suddenly lowered his head and sighed.

"For more than ten years, countless brothers have been lost, but this world is still like this. I failed to fulfill those promises, and even Guanzhong is in danger."

"Self-respect, have I let the people of Dashun down?"

Li Zijing's eyes were filled with shock as he listened to Li Zicheng's monologues. This was far different from the hero Li Zicheng in his impression of the late Ming Dynasty.

After losing the glamorous appearance of Emperor Dashun, he is also a man who needs love and support, with a soft and fragile heart hidden in his heart.

But all of this, he had nowhere to tell, he could only hold it in his heart.

Next to the guqin is a purple bookcase, and the warm sunlight comes in through the vermilion carved wooden window and sprinkles on the cabinet piecemeal.

The pink gauze curtain brought in some fresh air from the window with the wind, gently brushing across the cheeks.

Li Zijing stared slightly, then stepped forward in a mysterious manner, and opened the wooden window.

The sun shines into the house in an instant, reflecting a golden road.

"Do you really think that these people outside the house are fighting against the Qing captives for the sake of Dashun?"

"Brother!"

"The only reason they are still here is for you, for you, Emperor Yongchang named Li Zicheng!"

"If you fall, Dashun will fall too!"

Li Zijing turned around and stared at Li Zicheng, seeing the flames beating deep in his eyes, as before, hot enough to burn everything.

"Brother, we have to tell the world."

"My Dashun is not just being beaten passively. Our goal has not changed. We want to take back the capital from the Qing captives and restore peace to the world."

"If Dashun's flag falls down, then raise it up again!"

"We want to tell the soldiers of the Dashun Army that this time, we will not only defend Guanzhong, but also fight out!"

"Just like last year, wielding a million-dollar master, sweeping the world!"

Li Zicheng walked back slowly, pressing his hands firmly on the table, his eyes flickered, and even the blue veins on his arms could be seen clearly.

"Call back?"

"Sweeping the world?"

Li Zicheng muttered to himself, at this moment, he felt his surroundings were spinning, and he couldn't even smell the fragrance of incense.

His whole body fell into darkness, and in the depths of the darkness was a flame that was about to be extinguished.

In the past, Li Zicheng was always afraid.

He was afraid that if he could not defend Guanzhong, he was afraid that if Azige broke through northern Shaanxi, he was afraid that Zhang Xianzhong would break through Hanzhong, he was afraid that the chaos in Jingxiang would not be dealt with.
But now, he only felt a kind of throbbing in his heart, and this throbbing became more and more inflated, and the feeling of fear disappeared.

In its place was extreme ambition.

Li Zicheng is also a man. He has been to the capital, sat on the dragon chair, and experienced the thrill of holding the power of the world.

This ambition to lead the Dashun Army to seize the capital once again, to destroy the Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty, easily shattered the fear in his heart for the past six months!

Fear, in the face of ambition, is like a child shaking his fist in front of an adult, with no chance of winning.

Li Zicheng raised his head again, with long-lost fighting spirit in his eyes.

He turned around, the person was still the same, but Li Zijing immediately felt the difference now.

Now Li Zicheng exudes determination and vigor all over his body.

"Respect yourself, you're right."

"You shouldn't just focus on Guanzhong. All the soldiers in Dashun should know that the current resistance is for the future Northern Expedition!"

"Northern Expedition to the Capital!"

"If I can lead them into the capital once and destroy the Ming Dynasty, then I can lead them into the capital again and destroy the Qing captives!"

Li Zijing was all over for a moment, half kneeling down with an awe-inspiring expression.

"I, Li Zijing, would like to lead the brothers from the former battalion to stabilize the chaos in Jingxiang for Your Majesty, until the day when I, Dashun, make another northern expedition!"

"When the time comes, it will be the Qing captives that I, Dashun, will destroy!"

Li Zicheng was very surprised and hurried over to help Li Zijing up.

"What are you doing?"

"You and I are blood brothers. In this world, I, Li Zicheng, have only you as a blood brother."

"In private, I don't call myself Zhen, and you don't call me Your Majesty anymore. We are brothers and family members. You are not my subject."

Hearing these words, Li Zijing's eyes moved slightly, and he felt that there was an invisible door in his heart that kept people away, as if it had been opened.

　I kept everyone waiting for a long time, I had an overtime class at night, and I came home late, so I coded it immediately after eating, and there will be another chapter later!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)