The first thing that catches the eye is an old locust tree with a crooked neck. There is still half a yellow silk rope set on the horizontal branch. The fracture of the yellow silk rope is uneven, as if it was broken by a heavy object.
Why does this picture look familiar?
It seemed like someone was about to hang himself, and then Huang Ling broke?
"The Weaving Bureau is getting more and more outrageous. The Huang Ling used by the Tian family actually dares to pass it off as a good one. But don't worry, long live my lord, this time I put two pieces of Huang Ling together and they will definitely not break again."
Along with the shrill voice, a figure walked into Zhu Gaoyuan's field of vision.
I saw this man with a white face and no beard, wearing a python robe and a three-mountain hat. What kind of look is this?
Also, what was this guy shouting just now? Long live? What long live? Is he calling me?
Just when Zhu Gaoyuan felt at a loss, countless memory fragments suddenly poured into his mind. Along with these memory fragments,
There is also endless sadness, anger and unwillingness.
In his childhood, he lived in precarious conditions in Ciqing Palace.
When he was a boy, he was terrified in Prince Xin's palace.
He hastily ascended the throne at the age of seventeen, and was like a thin ice under the shadow of Wei Zhongxian.
After Wei Zhongxian was eradicated, the mess of the Ming Dynasty made him anxious again, and there was no one inside or outside who could use him.
He scrimped on food and clothing, worked hard, and reviewed memorials until the third and fifth shifts every day. His diligence was not inferior to that of the founding ancestor Taizu, but the Ming Dynasty was still in decline and was collapsing day by day.
Finally, the bandits broke into the capital.
After making arrangements for his funeral, he took Wang Chengen to the Long Live Mountain and committed suicide by throwing himself into the ring.
The memory is interrupted at this point, and the memory belonging to Emperor Chongzhen ends here.
Chongzhen? Zhu Gaoyuan lowered his head and glanced at the dragon robe on his body, with a confused look on his face. Did I travel to the Ming Dynasty? And I killed Emperor Chongzhen?
Isn't it?
Isn't this too harsh?
I just said something when I was visiting Jingshan, if I were Chongzhen, I would never hang myself, but I would definitely try to escape to Nanjing to reorganize the Ming Dynasty, and then you made my eyes go dark, and I traveled through time and became
Chongzhen? And it was Chongzhen who had just been hanged in Meishan? God, no one would play like this!
I was just talking about it and never thought about putting it into practice!
We have already hanged Meishan, how can we still play?
If only a year and a half earlier, Emperor Chongzhen could have been saved.
But how to save now? It is already March 18th, Cao Huachun has opened the Guangning Gate, and the bandits have entered the outer city of Beijing, and will soon enter the inner city!
At this time, you want me to travel through time and turn the tide?
God, my surname is Zhu, yes, but my name is Zhu Gaoyuan, not Zhu Youjian. I shouldn’t be the one to bear the blame for the fall of the Ming Dynasty. What the hell is this?
"Long live Lord, Huang Ling is ready."
The high-pitched voice sounded again, pulling Zhu Gaoyuan back from his thoughts.
Zhu Gaoyuan turned his head in confusion and looked at the white-faced man not far away.
Wang Chengen? Eunuch Bingbi, the eunuch responsible for the ceremony, was the only eunuch who accompanied him on his journey!
Wang Chengen straightened his clothes, knelt down in front of Zhu Gaoyuan, and said respectfully: "Old slave, please respectfully ask Long Live Lord to take off."
"Get off? Where are you going?" Zhu Gaoyuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he realized that he was asking him to hang himself. Even if he turned black, get up!
It is impossible to hang yourself.
Even if you die in battle, you won't hang yourself.
He, Zhu Gaoyuan, is not Zhu Youjian.
It’s not just Yidiandian who has strong psychological quality.
However, Wang Chengen's words also awakened Zhu Gaoyuan.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time and you must escape from Beijing as soon as possible.
Because Dashun's army is about to enter the city, hiding is impossible.
Most of the people in Beijing have become die-hard fans of the Dashun Army. Even if Zhu Gaoyuan transformed into a mouse and crawled deep into the hole, he would still be picked out by the people.
Escaping under makeup? That’s even more wishful thinking.
North of the Huanghuai River, half of China has been surrendered to the Dashun Army.
From Beijing to the south and to the west, it was the territory of the Dashun Army. Even if Zhu Gaoyuan slashed his own face a few times, the soldiers and civilians along the way would still be able to pick him out.
Who made him Emperor Chongzhen now?
Therefore, the only way to survive is to break out with arms.
So the first thing to do now is to recruit people.
This was not a difficult choice, Zhu Gaoyuan made the decision instantly.
"Wang Daban." Fusion of Chongzhen's memory fragments, this title came out of Zhu Gaoyuan's mouth naturally, "How many available manpower are left in the palace?"
Wang Chengen said: "There were dozens of people left before, but now I'm afraid there are only a dozen available."
"It's a little less, but it's still enough." Zhu Gaoyuan hummed and said, "Hurry down the mountain and gather these people. I have important things to do for them."
Wang Chengen looked at Zhu Gaoyuan with a blank expression.
Zhu Gaoyuan suddenly said angrily: "Go quickly!"
"Well, I obey the order." Wang Chengen left in a hurry.
After watching Wang Chengen go away, Zhu Gaoyuan turned his attention to the distance again. It might still be too late.
Judging from the sky, this time should be Maozheng (6 o'clock). If historical records are correct, Liu Zongmin led his army into the inner city of Beijing from Zhengyangmen, Chongwenmen, and Xuanwumen at Sichu (9 o'clock).
As a lover of Ming history, he was very sure of the time when the Dashun Army entered the city.
Therefore, he still had one and a half hours to prepare for a breakout, which included shaking people.
Everyone in the world thought that Chongzhen was at the end of his rope at this time, and even Chongzhen himself thought so, otherwise he would not have been so desperate that he took Wang Chengen and ran to Meishan to hang himself.
However, as a senior staff officer who was born in the border defense force and studied in a military academy for three years, Zhu Gaoyuan knew that Chongzhen was far from reaching the end of his rope at this time.
At least the chance of a breakout is real.
He and his comrades also specifically discussed this possibility.
So Zhu Gaoyuan stopped thinking more and followed down the mountain.
…
Half an hour later, he arrived at Captain Ma's Mansion.
Gong Yonggu splashed ink on the wall and wrote the words "I have received the favor of the country and cannot be humiliated", and then casually discarded the brush worth a hundred gold on the ground.
"Bring my BMW over here."
"And my precious sword and armor."
Gong Yonggu looked sad, everything was over.
The servant quickly brought Gong Yonggu's BMW over.
The precious sword and armor were also brought over.
Gong Yonggu pulled out his sword and gestured to his beloved horse for a long time but still couldn't make a move.
It wasn't until cheers like a mountain roaring and a tsunami came from outside Zhengyang Gate that Gong Yonggu finally made up his mind. Even if he killed such a unique BMW, he couldn't leave it to the thieves.
Gong Yonggu closed his eyes and was about to take action.
Just then, a high-pitched voice came: "There is a will!"
Looking back quickly, I saw a little eunuch in blue hurriedly entering.
Gong Yonggu quickly prostrated himself and said respectfully: "I respectfully send my regards to Your Majesty Jin An."
"Sacred bow," the young eunuch bowed his head towards the Forbidden City, and shouted, "I have attached the horse captain Gong Yonggu. He will immediately select the most capable servants in the house and take all the horses and weapons in the house to the royal horse to monitor the adjustment."
"I obey the order." Although Gong Yonggu was full of doubts, he still accepted the order.
After getting up, Gong Yonggu pulled the little eunuch and said, "My little father-in-law, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the young eunuch, who said: "Prince Prince Consort, please forgive me. I don't know anything. I have to rush to Fange's mansion to deliver the order, so I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, the little eunuch turned around and ran outside.
Watching the little eunuch trot out of the Prince Consort's Mansion, Gong Yonggu couldn't help but be stunned.
What does Holy Driver mean? Let me take my strong servants and horses and equipment to the Royal Horse Prison to wait for orders? Could it be that you are planning to summon the noble servants of the officials in the capital to break out of the encirclement?
Are you thinking of breaking out now? Don’t you think it’s too late?
But then again, being wrapped in horse leather and dying in battle is not a bad ending.
It's better than doing nothing, just staying at home and drawing a knife. Even if you die, you have to drag a few thieves to support you, so that you can live up to this great head and six-foot body!
…
Another young eunuch hurried up to Deshengmen.
Deshengmen, Xizhimen and Fuchengmen were the main attack directions of the bandits, and Deshengmen suffered particularly fierce attacks.
In charge of the capital camp, Wang Jiayan, the right minister of the Ministry of War, was ordered to guard Deshengmen. He had been guarding the city for two days and nights. The bandit attack slowed down a little early this morning, and Wang Jiayan was able to take a nap.
In a daze, Wang Jiayan heard the sound of footsteps and stood up in surprise.
"Kill the thief!" Wang Jiayan roared fiercely, and the eunuchs lying on the top of the city, Minzhuang, and the soldiers from the Beijing camp also got up in panic and picked up their weapons in disorder.
"Save someone under the knife!" the little eunuch screamed in horror, "Spare your life!"
Wang Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw clearly that it was eunuchs and not soldiers who had climbed up to the tower.
The little eunuch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then shouted in a high voice: "There is a will."
Wang Jiayan frowned, but he still prostrated himself on top of the city: "Old minister, I sincerely send you your Majesty Jin An."
"Holy Holy Gong," the young eunuch bowed his head in the direction of the Forbidden City, and shouted, "Assistant manager of the Beijing Camp, Wang Jiayan, the right minister of the Ministry of War, immediately abandoned the Desheng Gate and led the troops of the Beijing Camp, the internal servants and the people.
I came to the Royal Horse to listen to the tune and admire this!"
"I accept the decree." Wang Jiayan bowed again and stood up.
