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While walking, Mao Jue was still giving orders, and Ying Ji nodded one by one, but suddenly, her footsteps stopped. Seeing her astonished gaze, Mao Jue also turned his head away in astonishment. , the next second, a wry smile appeared on his face.

A white fox fur cloak wraps her petite body, her slender eyelashes are also dyed white by snowflakes, dotted around her red eyes, like a peony with a white core, a pair of small hands are curled up on her chest, Chiyohime is mournful The look on his face, the look in his eyes is almost heartbreaking.

Mao Jue ordered Yuan Chonghuan's death to be kept secret from her, and it seems that he still didn't hide it.

"you"

"Mr. used to be my teacher, I want to pay homage to him, please allow me!"

After being tongue-tied for two or three seconds, Mao Jue finally nodded helplessly. Without speaking, he stepped aside and gave him a slight salute with his skirt in his hand. Chiyoji hurriedly walked along the Go up the mountain path.

He could faintly hear the faint cry from the only new grave in the entire cemetery. He had been waiting in the snow with his hands behind his back, and Mao Jue never turned around.

Chiyoji doesn't love him, their marriage is just a political marriage, Mao Jue knows this well, if he is a pure ancient like Zhu Yuanzhang, a hero in troubled times, Mao Jue doesn't need to worry about Chiyo at all Any feelings, but unfortunately he is not, facing this little girl who was forced to marry him in her teens, that sense of responsibility still binds him.

But before Mao Jue could figure out how to persuade her, the sound of Qiandaiji's soft footsteps sounded behind her, and she came back just after burning incense.

In order to show respect, Mao Jue's carriage also stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, and they walked back dully. The two sat in silence facing each other and returned to Baima Mountain City. Mao Li, who had prepared his horse and waited there, hesitated for a while, and then he coughed heavily.

"Stay in Baima Mountain City for a while! Don't go back to Jinzhou with me!"

"Husband, do you hate concubines?"

Chiyoji's answer was a bit unexpected, the redness and swelling around her eyes hadn't faded, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked at Mao Jue's face very calmly.

"Of course not, but Yuan"

"Mister's life is based on the loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty! Although he died, he died because of his life's work and fulfilled his life's responsibilities. Even if he is the spirit of heaven, he will have no regrets!"

"Mr. is a minister of the Ming Dynasty, and died loyally for the Ming Dynasty. As the wife of the king, when the husband is worried all night, why doesn't the concubine stand by the king's side?"

"If your husband doesn't like the concubine's body, please take the concubine's body with you!"

Seeing her standing up, she held up the corner of her skirt to salute to herself again. Once again, Mao Jue was stunned. A few seconds later, he stretched out his hand to Chiyoji.

Daliao's war resources were fully tilted to the west of Liaoning, and the road from Yizhou to Shenyang was far behind, and the road was slippery in snowy weather. Even if Mao Jue returned, he would still be galloping on horseback, but even though the knife was blowing on his face, he was numb from the cold , Occasionally looking back at the pair of beautiful eyes that calmed down and suddenly became mature and resolute behind him, Mao Jue was sincerely relieved.

Looking at the wind and snow waving the reins, Mao Jue's heart gradually hardened. Chiyoji's words lingered in his heart. Since Yuan Chonghuan was able to fight for the belief in his heart to the last moment, as the master of Dongjiang, he What reason is there not to be tough?

In the snowstorm coming from the pavement, the black cavalry team was like a black sharp blade, tearing the snow curtain against the biting cold, all the way to the east.

According to ancient legends, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong fought a battle. After the defeat, they were unwilling and knocked down Buzhou Mountain and let the sky step to the northwest. For the Ming Dynasty, it is exactly the same now as it was then. Yuan Chonghuan, the last emperor of the empire The glory of the army was not able to turn the tide, and the Chuangjun who had just divided the Central Plains and Huguang side poured into the northwest like a flood.

Like Liaodong, Tongguan is also covered with heavy snow. In history, after the defeat of Jiaxian, Sun Chuanting also made a desperate fight here, and finally died here. But without that courage.

Outside the city of Tongguan, among the narrow mountains, hundreds of thousands of intruders, wearing thin clothes and shivering against the severe cold, piled there shivering. In their difficult but longing eyes, the steel-wrapped gate of Tongguan burst open, holding hands The official seal, Wu Xuan also staggered out of the city trembling, and led some Guanzhong gentry, walked up to Li Zicheng's horse in fear, then knelt heavily on the ground, holding the seal of the governor of the five provinces with both hands in the red cloak and big felt hat. In front of Li Zicheng with one eye.

Dongge University scholar, the pillar of the imperial court who brought the emperor's order to force the Qin army to fight, he surrendered!

On November 50th, under Tongguan, with more than [-] soldiers and horses, Li Zicheng broke into Guanzhong at a leisurely pace, and arrived in Xi'an before the New Year's Eve.

Qin Wangfu.

To drive Yuan Chonghuan out of the customs to face the battle, King Qin Zhu Youshu put in great efforts to make connections and spend money, but now, without Yuan Chonghuan's protection from the Qin army, the whole Qin Palace is enjoying the heavy bitter fruit.

Once the poor and patient refugees from the Central Plains rioted, they showed their destructive power to the fullest. The refugees who entered such a metropolis for the first time excitedly rushed into the mansion that once represented the majesty of the Ming Dynasty, hugging with dazzled eyes. With gold and silver wealth, silk and satin stuffed into their pockets, the majestic eunuchs shivered like chickens and shrank under the bed, shrunk in the latrine, shrank in every possible hiding place, and dared not come out.

The flamboyant guards of King Qin's mansion threw their knives on the ground and kept kowtowing. In front of the Dazheng Hall where the first King Qin presided over the military administration of Shaanxi, several palace daughters ran away screaming and shouting for King Qin to help, but wearing bright clothes Zhu Youshu, king of Qin in the yellow four-clawed dragon robe, only dared to sit helplessly in the hall and watched, moaning and patting his thighs and moaning.

"My Daming, my Daming, my Daming, what is this?"

Strolling into the city of Xi'an through the snow, Li Zicheng was full of the joy of the winner. Once upon a time, he was like those lowly people who felt afraid to look up at this city, but today, he is this city. Conqueror of the city, he makes the city live, he makes the city die!

Kicking his horse through the city wall, he came straight to the Shaanxi Mansion. Under the light of the fire all over the city, the simple golden characters still exuded the majesty of the past, but the people guarding here obviously did not have the backbone of these characters. Governor of Shaanxi, Xi'an The magistrate, hundreds of Ming officials knelt tremblingly in the snow, with their heads down and their buttocks in the sky, obediently handing over their seals. They were usually greedy and refused to even take out a grain to help Yuan Chonghuan's army. Talking everywhere makes stumbling blocks, but now, they can only pin their self-worth on others, and look forward to the mercy of the new rulers.

When Tima walked in front of Xi'an Mansion, Li Zicheng suddenly had the strength to rein in his horse. He didn't even look at the old Ming bureaucrats kneeling on the ground. Instead, he focused all his attention on the gleaming three golden characters of Xi'an Mansion. Suddenly, he drew the bow from his back abruptly, drew the arrow skillfully, held his breath to aim, and with a bang, the arrow hit the word 'An', the tail of the arrow trembled, and even the snow on the plaque fell off. One level up.

Under the trembling gaze of those old Ming officials, Li Chuang laughed with his head raised.

Yuan Chonghuan has worked hard for more than a year. Those garrison fields, garrison offices, and Xi'an city, all the money-laden food hoarded by the fat-headed old officials and nobles with all their efforts, all belonged to the Chuangjun. The materials were scarce, and the Chuang army, which was scarred in the Lushan War, injected a booster. After capturing Xi'an, the Chuang army was divided into three groups. Lanzhou was broken in the month, and King Su and his wife of the Ming Dynasty were captured.

Gao Yigong marched northward and went to Yan'an, Yansui, and Yulin successively. The military bases that were originally regarded as the pillars of the Ming Dynasty and the three sides that suppressed the main force of the Peng army fell into the hands of the Chuang army one after another.

The third route led by Ma Shouying, the old Hui Hui, went south to Hanzhong, and the territory was directly connected with Zhang Xianzhong who entered Shu. It was originally the Ming Empire with blossoming confidantes, but now half of its body is completely gone. After Mao Jue became king in Liaodong, Li Zicheng also proclaimed himself emperor in Xi'an on January 17, 22th year of Chongzhen, and his country was named Dashun.

However, even at this point, the Ming Empire is not without opportunities. At least the empire still has a complete Jiangnan, like the Anshi Rebellion in the Tang Dynasty, Luoyang and Chang'an fell successively, and the main force of the empire either rebelled or collapsed. Relying on supplies from the south of the Yangtze River and Zhang Xun's desperate efforts to protect the grain roads, the imperial court managed to change its fate against the sky and lasted the Tang Empire for more than 150 years. Even if all the field troops in the north were wiped out, the Ming Dynasty was not as bad as it was during the Anshi Rebellion. Like Datang, the capital of Hebei and Shandong has hundreds of thousands of troops available.

And taking ten thousand steps back, even if it is really invincible, Ming Ting can also travel south like the Southern Song Dynasty. The Southern Song Dynasty, which is located in the south of the Yangtze River, has been nourished for more than 170 years.

But even at this time, the princes of the court are still not focused on how to resist the enemy and defend their empire and rights. They are still shirking each other's responsibilities.

And Emperor Chongzhen, who was sitting on the dragon chair, also didn't put his mind on resisting the invading army. Looking at the quarreling group of officials, he just shook his head incessantly.

"The ministers of the subjugated country! A group of ministers of the subjugated country!!!"

5 Chapter Fifty. Struggle before destruction

In the beginning of the 17th year of Chongzhen, the ominous omen of the apocalypse is already coming. At the end of February and the beginning of March, the heavy snow has just stopped, but a wave of yellow sand swept out from the northwest grassland.

This kind of weather also happened during the last Yingzong civil fortress change. According to the warlock, such a scene is a disaster of swords and soldiers.

It's just that Daming at this time has long since lost the atmosphere of the Yingzong period when all officials united as one, bravely shouldered heavy responsibilities, and fought to the end.The sergeants guarding the gate pulled and wrapped up the old cotton-padded jackets. On the top of the city, soldiers from the Beijing camp sat crookedly behind the crenels, smoking cigarettes, sipping wine, and talking to the local ruffians. There is no difference, those cannons are majesticly placed on the top of the city. If you look closely, the rust in the bore of the cannons has blocked the caliber, and no one cares about it. The city defense of the capital is like a huge embroidered pillow.

Before Wala attacked the capital, all the people outside Beijing were moved into the capital by the great scholar Yu Qian, and a large number of Ming army troops were ambushed. No one thinks about this at all. Outside the city, there are still a group of poor people struggling in the slums. The army is also lazy, and the people are also lazy, so the atmosphere before the Great War cannot be seen.

It seemed that the only person in the whole capital who became anxious was Emperor Chongzhen himself.

"The intruder has become emperor in Xi'an! This reckless thief even issued a crusade against the imperial court! Dear dear friends, don't you want to say something?"

He was only in his early thirties, and he should be in the prime of life, but Emperor Chongzhen had gray hair, and his wrinkles couldn't be covered up even with powder. Even if it made him ten years older, no one would believe that he looks like an old man in his 60s or [-]s at this time.

When he thought that Li Zicheng was accepting the worship of all officials like him at this time, his heart felt like a knife was piercing his heart.

It's a pity that even though he roared like thunder, the entire court was still as silent as stagnant water. Chongzhen's 17-year-old loyal minister was not without Yu Qian, but he was directly or indirectly killed by him. Who can survive so many political turmoil? Old fritters?

What's more, now is not the time for Yingzong to be captured. At that time, the Ming Empire was the number one overlord in the East, and all the officials were full of pride. It was worse than death for them.

But now, it has been 17 years since Chongzhen ascended the throne, and every year is in the midst of war, every battle! Defeat! War! Defeat! Everyone is physically and mentally exhausted, and there are not a few people who are holding broken jars. Regardless of whether the empire is dead or not, let's hurry up and end this tense day.

Gone are the days when someone took the initiative to take the blame. Facing the court with his head down and his butt up, it lasted for a full two minutes. The Emperor Chongzhen, who had no way out, had to suppress his anger and call the roll call .

"Shangshu of the Ministry of War! The thieves are about to attack the army. How can the Ministry of War defend against the enemy?"

After being named, Zhang Jinyan, the new minister of the Ministry of War who was forced into the first fire pit of Chongzhen, bit the bullet and kowtowed.

"Your Majesty, the capital camp has not been paid for two months, Ji Town has been in arrears for half a year, and there is no more than one or two taels of silver in the Ministry of War's payment treasury. Your Majesty, if you want to guard against an army of millions, at least 30 people must be deployed to defend Baoding. Ji Town and Tongzhou are the horns of each other, at least 300 million taels of silver and 90 shi of grain are needed, I dare you, Your Majesty, please pay me!"