Nan Ming Sun Never Sets

Chapter 260

At the Qianqing Palace, Xiaozhuang looked at her grandson on the couch with concern. This grandson with some small pits on his face was her most favored child. Xuan Ye studied very hard and was obedient and polite. Yu Dong'e's son Fulin was much stronger.

Holding a porcelain bowl of medicinal soup, Xiao Zhuang fed it to Xuan Ye himself, coaxing him: "My dear grandson, drink this medicine and you will be well."

The somewhat weak Xuan Ye took the medicine obediently. It wasn't a serious illness, it was just an ordinary cold.But this idea does not have modern medicine, and any disease may kill a person.

It is said that a new set of medical techniques has been developed in the south, and some medicines are very effective in treating diseases, such as this headache and brain fever, it is not a problem.Even diseases such as malaria and smallpox can be cured, but these medical skills have not yet spread to the north.Even in the south, modern medical care has not spread. Only some big prefectures have new hospitals, and many people don't know the benefits of them at all, and don't go there for medical treatment.Only many doctors go to the medical school affiliated to the Ministry of Health of Nanming, and then come into contact with some modern medical theories on the basis of traditional Chinese medicine.

After the little Tartar emperor drank the medicine, he lay sickly on the bed and said to his grandma: "Grandmother, my grandson had a dream. In the dream, my minister became an emperor through the ages. In the prosperous Qing Dynasty Changlong, his grandson reigned for 61 years. It is said in the world that his grandson defeated the rebellious Wu Sangui, defeated the Zheng family who occupied Taiwan, defeated Raksha ghosts, and defeated Moxi Mongolia. Such a great honor, all true the same..."

Xiao Zhuang looked at Xuan Ye with some intentions, feeling uneasy about Xuan Ye's dream.

Xuan Ye tremblingly grasped Xiao Zhuang's clothes: "Grandmother, my son will definitely be a good emperor, be diligent and love the people, and show benevolence to the world."

Xiaozhuang smiled kindly at him: "With this kind of heart, you will definitely become a good emperor."

But Xuan Ye had a look of fear on his face: "But my grandson dreamed again that the Forbidden City was on fire, Oboi and the others were all lying in a pool of blood, and there were particularly ferocious Ming soldiers who killed my Manchurians one by one. The head was cut off, they held the head and smiled at me, the grandson was so scared, so scared..."

Xiao Zhuang hugged Xuan Ye distressedly, and comforted him: "It's all a dream, it's all a dream, you are in this capital, who can touch you."

Xuan Ye was still full of nonsense words: "I can always dream of an old man in a yellow robe in the palace. He says he is Chongzhen, and he laughs at me, saying that I am a tartar. It is wrong to sit here." The place where I sit, my son will soon die!"

Xiaozhuang angrily reprimanded: "It's all nonsense, Xuan Ye, you have to cheer up. If the Qing Dynasty doesn't even cheer up your emperor, then who can cheer up?"

Xuan Ye calmed down a bit, and pleaded guilty: "It's my son's fault."

Xiaozhuang is also helpless, he is only a ten-year-old child, even if he is precocious, what kind of precocious can he become?Now every day there are panicked crowds outside, towards the bannermen who are about to run back outside the pass, Nanming's army may march north at any time, these pressures let alone a ten-year-old child, even an adult can't bear it.

After Xiaozhuang left, Xuan Ye was still lying on the bed in a daze, looking at the curtains on the bed, muttering to himself: "One emperor through the ages, one emperor through the ages, my prosperous age..."

--split line--

Some are cowardly and hesitant, while others are radical and crazy.

In an unknown small village in Shanxian County, Shandong Province, Liu Zuochen, the leader of the Bagua Cult, scolded a young farmer named Zhu Ergou: "...Ergou, how many times have I told you that you must follow the teacher in the private school. , you can’t walk and talk like a mud-legged person, you must know that you are now the prince of Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Cixiang!"

Zhu Ergou felt aggrieved helplessly, and said: "Master, I, Zhu Ergou, is just a dog, and you call me a wolf. Can a dog pretend to be a wolf?"

Liu Zuochen was very angry with this guy. Speaking of which, this Zhu Ergou was really related to the Ming family. He might be a relative of Zhu Yuanzhang's family for dozens of generations.

"Anyway, I said you are Zhu Cihong, the Crown Prince of Ming Dynasty, so you are."

Zhu Ergou asked: "The leader, I am the crown prince, so who am I who is the prince in the south of the Yangtze River?"

Liu Zuochen said proudly: "When we hit the banner, I will let you Zhu Ergou, oh no, Zhu Cihong succeeds to the throne, and when you become the real emperor of Ming Dynasty, you can call the one in Jiangnan the emperor's younger brother."

Zhu Ergou couldn't read the big characters: "Emperor? Why do I have to ask the prince to call the emperor when I become the emperor?"

"Your brother's younger brother, not the emperor's emperor, Ergou, you are really stupid. Forget it, everything will follow the arrangement of the leader, anyway, you are just a puppet, pretending to be in front, This leader is the marshal of the world's soldiers and horses, the true king of spiritual support, good luck, and power, and the master of the Ming Dynasty. Do you understand, everyone must listen to my leader."

Zhu Ergou nodded hastily: "Now I also listen to you, leader."

Liu Zuochen was quite satisfied, and continued to explain to Zhu Ergou: "When the time comes, you write the imperial decree..."

Zhu Ergou interrupted him again: "Master, I can't write."

"Someone is writing for you, donima interrupted!" Liu Zuochen was so angry that he patted Zhu Ergou on the head.

"The imperial decree said that Zhu Cixuan was made the prince, and that since he had served Daming a lot, he would not pursue the matter of his father and son's usurping the throne, and asked him to hand over his military power and come to Shandong to pay homage to you. Oh, the most important thing is You must take refuge in our Eight Diagrams Sect."

Zhu Ergou said with a smile: "Chengle, the leader, what do you say?"

At this time, Liu Zuochen could be described as majestic and full of confidence. He said: "My Eight Diagrams Sect has already reached a considerable scale. In addition to the other sects led by the White Lotus Sect, our power can reach millions! When the time comes, we will sweep the northern provinces and defeat the Tartars. My son, the Ming army in the south will definitely recognize you as the real prince. Zhu Cihong is better than Zhu Cixuan. When the time comes to take over the army and rule the world, my teaching will be the only one in heaven and earth!"

Liu Zuochen has never really seen what the Ming Dynasty's revival army looked like. It was an idea given to him by the Bailian Sect Venerable Liu Chao'an to set up a fake Chongzhen prince. For righteousness, heroes and troops from all walks of life should serve themselves.

In the beginning, Liu Zuochen was just a lowly person who used his religion to earn money and deceive the people, but when he had this power, he set his sights on a position where he had no qualifications and strength to inquire.Enjoying the praise of all his fans, Liu Zuochen was already in high spirits, and the Qing army had begun to disintegrate. He even felt that his well-trained followers would definitely be able to defeat them and make himself a general of soldiers and horses. Like the Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang back then, he started his career in commoner clothes and aspired to the world.

At that time, he, Liu Zuochen, will also be an emperor through the ages.

(End of this chapter)