Daming: Stealing Chen Yuanyuan at the beginning

Chapter 125 Xianliang Shrine, Fool Zhu Cijiong

Chapter 125 Xianliang Shrine, Fool Zhu Cijiong

At the end of November, the [-] troops led by Ai Nengqi were wiped out under the encirclement and killing of the Qing army, and Ai Nengqi died heroically.

In early December, the Qing army invaded Chengdu.Hong Chengchou looked at the devastated city of Chengdu, shook his head and sighed for a while, and ordered to pursue the remaining Daxi army.

Sun Kewang and others fled all the way, first went to Chongqing Mansion, then passed through Luzhou to Dongchuan, and then continued to flee to Yunnan.

When the news was sent back to Nanjing, Li Cunming looked at the map and said, "Tartars have occupied Chongqing. They can not only defend Chengdu, but also threaten Hunan in the east, and control the throats of Yunnan and Guizhou in the west. I can't sit idly by. Only by taking back Chongqing can we be defeated." The strategic intentions of the Tartars caused the Qing soldiers to hide in Sichuan and Shu."

Then he asked: "Why did Zhang Huangyan and Li Guo not send troops for so long?"

Yan Ermei said: "Zhang Huangyan sent a letter saying that the military rations have not been delivered to the army as scheduled. He and Li Guo dare not take risks lightly."

Li Cunming frowned, and said: "Didn't I order He Tengjiao, the governor of Huguang, to transport food to Guiyang? Why is He Tengjiao on duty?"

"I have sent an official document to ask He Tengjiao, and the specific situation should be clarified soon." Yan Ermei replied.

Just as he was talking, a young eunuch came to report: "Your Majesty, Bi Dengfu is begging to see you outside the upper study, and he seems very anxious."

Li Cunming had no choice but to leave the Secretary of the General Administration and ordered Bi Dengfu to be invited to the Qianqing Palace.As soon as they met, Bi Dengfu cried and said: "Your Majesty, my uncle is dying. He asked me to come and tell your Majesty that I want to see your Majesty one last time before he passes away!"

"Ah!" Li Cunming turned pale with shock and exclaimed, "How could this happen?"

Bi Dengfu said: "My uncle is old and sick. Since he met His Majesty in Xuzhou, he has been in charge of craftsmen making all kinds of firearms. His body is very worn out..."

"Quick, take me to see Bi Aiqing!" Li Cunming hurried out.

When I came to the Military Academy and walked into Bi Maokang's bedroom, I saw him lying on the bed in a daze, with a hot towel on his forehead.Bi Maokang's description is haggard, to the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.

Li Cunming walked to the hospital bed, feeling very sad. He sat beside the bed and took Bi Maokang's hand, calling softly: "Bi Aiqing, I'm here to see you!"

After calling several times, Bi Maokang slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw the emperor, he burst into tears instantly, but with a smile on his face, he tightly grasped the emperor's hand.

"Your Majesty, the old minister is dying... But please don't be sad, the old minister has something important to say when he meets His Majesty before he dies. Dengfu, take out my manuscript."

Bi Dengfu opened a box, took out a thick stack of manuscripts, and held it in front of Li Cunming.

Bi Maokang struggled to sit up and looked at the manuscripts, his eyes shining with light.

"Your Majesty, do you know what these manuscripts are about? It is my conception and research experience on breech-loading flintlock guns!"

"What, you have developed a breech-loading flintlock gun?" Li Cunming was surprised and happy, and hurriedly took the manuscript and looked through it.

Bi Maokang shook his head and said: "It will take time to fully develop it. I just figured out some principles and some ideas. I remember that Your Majesty once obsessed with the breech-loading flintlock gun. I dare not slack off and have been studying it with great concentration. .”

"The difficulty of the breech-loading flintlock gun lies in how to design a simple and reliable locking structure without being too complicated. It's a pity that time is not waiting for me. I know that my fate is not long, and I can only leave it to future generations to continue to work hard..."

As he spoke, tears flowed down his face, his expression was not sad, but full of unwillingness.

Li Cunming comforted him and said: "Bi Aiqing, you have done enough, enough, don't blame yourself!"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." Bi Maokang held Li Cunming's hand, weeping bitterly, "The old minister can no longer serve His Majesty, and can no longer serve the Ming Dynasty. Please take care, Your Majesty!"

Turning to Bi Dengfu, he exhorted: "Master Wang set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifices will never forget to tell Nai Weng... I am the Ming Dynasty, and I will definitely... expel the Tartars and restore the rivers and mountains..."

The voice gradually became smaller, the breath disappeared, the head dropped, and he passed away.

"Uncle!" Bi Dengfu knelt down and cried bitterly.

"Bi Aiqing!" Li Cunming felt sad and wept on the spot.

Bi Maokang, the best firearms expert in the Ming Dynasty, passed away forever and left Li Cunming.

Li Cunming was overwhelmed with grief, and remembered the situation when he saw Bi Maokang in Xuzhou. At that time, Bi Maokang was already dying.

For more than a year, he worked hard to develop firearms and made great contributions. He used his life to repay Li Cunming for his kindness!

From Bi Maokang, Li Cunming thought of Qi Tianming who also died of hard work, and thought of many people who gave selflessly, and his heart was filled with emotion.

He stood up and declared with blazing eyes: "I will posthumously give Bi Maokang the title of Young Master of the Crown Prince, receive the title of Minister of the Ministry of Works, the posthumous title of Zhongqin, and hold a state funeral. The imperial court built a virtuous temple for him, and he will be able to enjoy the sacrifices of future generations for generations to come, and ordered Prince Ding Zhu Cijiong to wear mourning Keep the spirit for seven days, and I will mourn for three days!"

Bi Dengfu kowtowed his head in gratitude and said: "I thank you for your kindness!"

……

After Bi Maokang died, the emperor held a grand and solemn funeral for him.Officials of all sizes in Nanjing went to the mourning hall to express their condolences and sent elegiac couplets.

Zhu Cijiong worshiped Bi Dengfu as his teacher, and Bi Maokang was his teacher.Moreover, this kid studied firearms with Bi Maokang all day long, and he had a deep relationship with Bi Maokang. When his master died, he knelt in the mourning hall for three days and three nights without eating a grain of rice.

But Zhu Cijiong was so stupid that he didn't shed any tears. People felt it was unreasonable to see him.

On the fourth day, rituals were being done in the mourning hall, and the gongs and drums were beating non-stop.Some guests came to worship, and firecrackers were set off at the door.

Zhu Cijiong suddenly jumped up as if waking up from a big dream, and shouted: "Who told you to set off firecrackers?"

People were taken aback, and Bi Dengfu hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness, it is customary to set off firecrackers during funeral ceremonies."

"No, firecrackers are not worthy of the master!" Zhu Cijiong ran out of the mourning hall, went to the military academy, ordered the craftsmen to bring hundreds of flintlock guns, and ordered, "Fire me into the sky until I run out of ammunition. until scrapped!"

The craftsmen did not dare to disobey the order and opened fire.The gunshots rang out, scaring many guests to look pale.

Sure enough, after all the ammunition was used up and dozens of flintlock guns were scrapped, Zhu Cijiong was satisfied and gave up.

He pulled off the mourning cloth from his waist, rushed to Bi Maokang's house, picked up the pile of manuscripts and left, no longer keeping vigil.

When this matter reached Li Cunming's ears, Li Cunming was furious and carried a thorny wooden stick all over the imperial city looking for Zhu Cijiong.

"I'm going to be pissed off, the prince Zhu Cihong is pedantic and ignorant, the king of Ding Zhu Cijiong is ridiculous, and the people in the old Zhu family are all weirdos. I can't be a cheap father!" Li Cunming was furious, cursing in his heart.

Many Jinyiwei and Dongchang subordinates were sent out, and after searching for a long time, they finally found Zhu Cijiong in the unfinished Xianliang Temple.

Li Cunming rushed to the Xianliang Temple, rolled up his sleeves to slap Zhu Cijiong, but he saw this kid standing in front of a table, absorbed in writing and drawing, and muttering.

"Master, don't worry, old man. I will stay with you in the Xianliang Temple until I develop a breech-loading flintlock gun. If I don't do this, I won't go out for the rest of my life!"

"Master, how can people understand your thoughts? Keeping the spirit is just a waste of time, and developing firearms is your greatest last wish..."

Li Cunming was stunned, and then looked carefully, and saw a roll of bedding on the ground, some miscellaneous daily necessities, and more books and equipment. It seemed that Zhu Cijiong had made a big decision!
Li Cunming laughed suddenly, quietly exited the Xianliang Temple, and said to himself: "What an idiot, Bi Maokang can rest in peace!"

Immediately ordered: "No one is allowed to disturb Zhu Cijiong, and tell the officials of the Military Academy that no matter what request Zhu Cijiong makes, he must be satisfied as soon as possible."

(End of this chapter)

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