Naha took the regent's special feather arrow with a bit of embarrassment, hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Well... what does this dark pattern mean that even a child of several years old knows?"
Le Ji covered his mouth and chuckled: "Children of any age know this. Is this what I told you?"
Naha nodded incomprehensibly, and Leji patted his shoulder: "You think too much about children of this age. How could they know the meaning of the dark pattern? In fact, no one knows the meaning of the dark pattern except me."
What does tattoo mean?"
"Ah?" Naha opened his mouth in confusion. "Then what he said is not true?"
Le Ji said seriously: "The prince is joking, don't be offended, he just likes to joke with others."
Naha: ...Oh, what an interesting joke!
He turned around and looked at the regent who seemed to be drinking tea and reading a book seriously. Suddenly he wanted to laugh, he patted his head and rushed out with the arrow.
It was cold in winter, not to mention that there was not much flame available in this tent and there was air leakage from all directions, which made it even more cold. The tea in the pot had gone cold after a while. Leji grabbed the herbal tea on the table and poured it out, and started it again on the stove.
Burn.
It was almost noon when a dark shadow entered the tent. Leji was not surprised and still stared at the small pot in his hand. "Black Hawk, how is the situation?"
"Just as planned, Wu Sangui is on the verge of defeat. Li Zicheng refuses to resist with all his strength alone. It is still a stalemate, but there should be a result soon."
Jierhalang closed his eyes. Could it be that he really thought wrong? There is no problem with the cooperation this time. If Wu Sangui switches the switch, Dorgon's army can enter the customs smoothly. Will this plan really be so smooth?
During the Shangyuan Festival, unlike the surging crowds in the capital, and the bold and solemn killings at the border, there are also lanterns hanging everywhere in Xiangyang City, but the whole city is filled with white paper lanterns. Everyone looks sad, and pedestrians on the street
Sparse.
There was an atmosphere of sadness in Prince Xiangyang's palace. The news of Zhu Yiming's death in the capital had come. Although there was conclusive evidence that he conspired to commit regicide, no one in Prince Xiangyang's palace believed this statement. Everyone felt that this was
It was just an excuse used by the emperor to get rid of a serious problem in his heart.
"Father, I didn't expect that you would be self-denial, loyal and patriotic all your life, but in the end you would be harmed by this mediocre king of the Zhu family. I thought that he was forced to go into exile with nowhere to hide, and came to Xiangyang to seek refuge. Father, you took him in without hesitation and raised troops to help.
He returned to Beijing to re-consolidate his position, but I didn’t expect that even so, he would still be afraid of you, which would eventually affect your life.”
The young man speaking righteously and righteously in front of the spiritual tablet and wearing mourning clothes was none other than Zhu Yiming's eldest son, Zhu Changcheng. Different from the sadness of the people behind him, there was more anger than sadness in his eyes. Zhu Yiming took away three
Tens of thousands of soldiers from Xiangyang, now these thirty thousand people have died, they have been surrendered, and only a few thousand have escaped.
Xiangyang was originally the closest to that position, but now he was so suppressed that he could not raise his head. He turned around and said loudly to the crying women and children behind him: "Now is not the time to be sad. If Xiangyang had not been on a high mountain and the road was far away, right now
I'm afraid that the foolish king has already sent troops to attack the doorstep. Now there is no time for us to cry and cry. Our only way to survive now is to fight out to find the allies and bring down this foolish king."
After the death of King Xiang, he, as the eldest son, is now indeed the person with the most say in Xiangyang Mansion both emotionally and rationally. As soon as he said these words, everyone's eyes turned to him: "Now we have a famous teacher.
Since we don’t have enough troops, why not find people who have the strength to cooperate with us and give them an honest reason to send troops."
A weak voice intervened: "But, will anyone stand up for us for this kind of thing?"
Zhu Changcheng shook his finger: "Stand for us? No, you think too simply. Xiangyang Mansion is just the beginning. The vassal kings are getting stronger and stronger and their status is getting higher and higher, which has threatened the emperor.
In terms of the deterrence power among the people, anyone with a little bit of discernment can see that the emperor has already begun to cut off the enemy. To be honest, if it were not forced by the current situation of the Qing Dynasty entering the customs, he would have turned around and dealt with us. Ji
Maybe he himself contributed to the king's matter so that he could find an excuse to deal with us."
Since everything has been said for this reason, others have nothing to question and are just waiting for Zhu Changcheng's instructions.
"My father has just passed away. He shouldn't have done such a murderous thing, but the foolish king bullied others too much. We are just trying to protect ourselves. I believe that my father will protect us if he is alive in heaven."
Everyone in the room was chanting to the token, as if they were really praying for the blessing of the spiritual tablet.
If Lin Chong saw this scene, he would inevitably laugh at his ignorance, but at this moment, dozens of people wearing sackcloth, mourning, and white clothes were kneeling on the ground and chanting, and the servants outside the courtyard also clasped their hands together, seeming to be praying with all their hearts.
The scene was strangely like a sacrifice.
Zhu Changcheng glanced at everyone with a normal expression, a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Without him, Prince Xiang's Mansion would be just a piece of loose sand, which could only be flattened and rounded by others. They should all be grateful that the person praying for was not his dead father but himself.
Kaifeng Mansion, Kaifeng has been a place of outstanding people since ancient times, with upright officials and good generals emerging in large numbers.
As early as the Song Dynasty, there was a libretto about "There is a Bao Qingtian in Kaifeng, who is unselfish in distinguishing between loyal and traitorous people." Kaifeng changed hands several times, and finally passed to the hands of Zhou Wang Zhu Gongzhen.
There was a scene of singing and dancing in the Prince Zhou's Mansion in Kaifeng. Everyone was intoxicated with the wine and dancing girls and couldn't extricate themselves. There was only one person who was so bored that he picked up small crumbs and threw them on the ice of the pond.
"My lord, why are you here again? What's so interesting about this pond? It looks the same day and night. Everyone at the banquet was worried that they couldn't find you."
The man who seemed to want to feed the fish clapped his hands indifferently: "When you are short of wine and meat, you go to the kitchen. If you are short of people, you go to the building. Why do you want to find me?"
The boy didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He said in his heart that everyone is here just for you. You are hiding here alone and letting them do whatever they want. This man who seems to be sitting casually by the pool is King Zhou.
After sending the boy away, he still sat beside the lotus pond in a daze. It took him a long time to say, "To me, this pond is much more beautiful than anyone else. Alan, are you feeling lonely underground alone?"
It doesn't matter, I will come to accompany you soon, not only me, but I will let the entire Zhu family be buried with you."
He slowly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, stood up and walked back.
Jierhalang, please don't let me down. I have given you the opportunity. People like you will not miss such a good opportunity.