Beiyang new warlord

Chapter 699. The Man Without Destiny

Mao Jue seemed to be about to see the dragon flag of Ming Dynasty flying over London, but at this time, his cabinet ministers came to a collective gank, seeing Sun Chuanting kneeling on the ground like a kowtow , but Fan Wenju, Song Xiance, and Hong Chengchou, who waved his hands again and again, he asked sadly.

"Why!"

"Yidi bloodline, how can you be qualified to join my Da Ming family!!!"

Speaking of this moment, Sun Chuanting knelt down proudly.

Marriage can be regarded as a great shame in Chinese history, but even worse than getting married is taking a foreign princess back.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, this kind of "racial discrimination" by literati and officials has been settled. We are Huaxia!Except that the rest of us are all barbarians, uncivilized barbarians. After all, I, Huaxia, have improved the blood of Yi and Di. What is it to marry a barbarian?

Take Wu Zhou as an example. Empress Wu Zetian was busy dealing with the Khitan rebellion. The Turkic Khan took the opportunity to write a letter requesting that his daughter be married to a nobleman in the Tang Dynasty. Sun Chuanting also jumped out with his teeth and claws open, and said: "Since ancient times, no emperor has asked to marry a Yidi girl to match the Chinese king." Wu Zetian turned back.

To put it simply, this sentence means that he is not worthy!

There is even more extreme, the Anshi Rebellion, in order to use Huihe soldiers to quell the rebellion, even Datang even promised to allow the Huihe people to plunder the wealthy children of the two capitals. Tang Suzong shook his head without hesitation when he was in the royal family of the Tang Dynasty, and even the other princes of the Li family vetoed it. In the end, he was forced to do nothing. Li Chengcai, the king of Dunhuang County who was in charge of diplomacy with Huihe, held his nose and married Princess Huihe .

This dynasty also has this example, Ming Chengzu Emperor Yongle!

Why did Zhu Yuanzhang prefer to pass on the throne to the young and ignorant Emperor Jianwen, rather than passing it on to him, the fourth Zhu Di, who is superb in martial arts and Wen Tao is also magnificent? It is because his biological mother Concubine Yu is likely to be a Mongolian princess. Concubine Yu.

And it's not all about bloodline considerations, politics also has a big factor, for example, Mao Jue asked one of his unlucky sons to marry this Xifan princess, and the Eagle King is not an equal in-law with Mao Jue?If the prince is the unlucky one, Daming will have an extra barbarian father-in-law in the future, how ugly it is!

This was the first time that Mao Jue was defeated by the pride of the Chinese nation. Seeing more than a dozen civil servants shaking their heads there, he resentfully learned Chongzhen.

"This matter will not be released, and we will discuss it later!"

However, Mao Jue was narrow-minded in avenging his grudges. Before Sun Chuanting and the others could breathe a sigh of relief, Mao Jue slapped the table and gritted his teeth and roared: "Let's put this matter aside for now, but the plan of returning to the Pacific Railway, the cabinet will have a regular meeting tomorrow morning." It must be brought out to me, and there is also the five-year development plan that I really requested. It has been several months, and it has not been perfected! Are all your heads filled with grass? Go down and do it for me immediately!"

This is where Mao Jue is smarter than Chongzhen. On the one hand, find an enemy to make the courtiers always feel a sense of crisis, and on the other hand, increase the workload!Tired, you and your concubine have lost the energy to make a baby, and you still fight with each other?Listening to Mao Jue's grinning and roaring, even Sun Chuanting, who is regarded as a workaholic, couldn't help crying in his heart, and Song Xiance even rubbed the few extra white hairs on his forehead helplessly.

Come on, don't try to sleep again tonight!

A group of high-ranking ministers went back to their respective offices with dark circles under their eyes, but they completely forgot, when did Mao Jue compromise with the emperor on his head?

The east floor of the White House, the emperor's residence.

It is estimated that the emperors of all dynasties are not as stingy as Mao Jue. The huge Ming Palace is empty. Recently, he even plans to open the palace to the public and collect tickets at the entrance. His family and concubines are crowded in this room. In a small three-story building of two to three thousand square meters, don't think that this area is very large, let alone the Qianqing Palace, even Tian Fei's Yongning Palace, and the garden is shared by a group of girls.

However, this is also quite enjoyable, there are not so strict palace rules, if you want to go shopping and call two guards, you can just go out and call two guards. Usually the big guys get together to play and fight, and any conflicts can be quickly adjusted and resolved. After all, the big guys live in Together, it's better to see someone up and see you down, than to separate the two palaces, and you can't see each other a few times throughout the year to play with each other.

Last night, she even let her supreme master do a big somersault. In the early morning, Yu Le'er was in a happy mood, carrying a big kettle, humming a tune and pouring her most beloved chrysanthemum, without paying attention. A dark shadow loomed behind him.

"Beauty alone? Hehehehehehe!"

Turning around, she was startled and dropped the kettle. Seeing Mao Jue's wretched face forced to come over, like a little girl who was being swayed by a strange uncle, Yu Le'er hugged her chest in "frightened" and trembled. screamed.

"What are you doing? I'm going to call someone!!! Help~"

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The empire is never holy, a mighty empire, the darkness that surges beneath it is also vigorous and turbulent, when Mao Jue ruled the empire as brilliantly as the sun, a group of people who are willing to be the roots of the underground are also in the shadows Running around.

However, the days in the dark are not all depressing. Some people enjoy the pleasure brought by this kind of darkness, at least the former commander of Jinyiwei, and now Lu Zhong, the director of the Ninth Division of the Daming National Security Bureau, is like this. The secret of human life is no less than that on the battlefield. Thousands of people shout and fight hard, and the tension and excitement of beating the generals and capturing the flag is exciting.

So when Beiming was already enjoying the prosperity, he was buried in the chaotic Jiangnan all the year round.

Huguang, Xiangyang.

On the land of East Asia in [-] A.D., there were actually four regimes side by side, Mao Ming in the north, Zhu Ming in the south of the Yangtze River, Daxi in Sichuan, and Dashun in Huguang and Henan. After defeating the capital, Li Zicheng dragged Dashun down The army retreated all the way to the south, and finally retreated to Xiangyang, which was regarded as his real Longxing land, established a political power, and claimed to be the general marshal of the world's soldiers and horses on behalf of the heavens, and regarded it as the new capital of Dashun.

To be honest, although Dashun, who was defeated in the south of the Yangtze River, did not have the pride of supporting millions of soldiers, its strength is not bad. The core force is 10,000 to [-], plus the Jiangnan slave change, the chaos caused by the tenant change is still an army of [-]+ , and Zuo Liangyu, the general who suppressed thieves in Wuchang, also fought back and forth.

However, it was Emperor Dashun who changed the same tent army.

After retreating from the capital, Li Zicheng didn't know whether he was infected with the emperor's dragon disease or was beaten into autism by Mao Jue. He began to covet ease and enjoy himself, so he stuck to his half of Huguang plus the small children of Chongqing, Henan. In addition to fighting with Zuo Liangyu at the border, the kingdom's territory basically abandoned the mobile warfare that the Peng army relied on for survival, and it did not take advantage of the fact that the three towns in Jiangbei were destroyed by Mao Jue and the Nanming regime was at its weakest. Sent his troops eastward to take Nanjing directly, and for more than three years, the Emperor Dashun stayed here so quietly.

The military has been sluggish, and politically, Li Zicheng is obviously not an expert. The once prosperous core of the Chu family is now in decline under his management. More than half of the bustling Thirteen-mile Long Street along the Yangtze River has closed down. Rare, and all the clothes are tattered, their faces are disheveled, and the buildings in the city are also tattered and damaged.

On his head was a big felt hat that Li Zicheng was most willing to wear when he started his family, and a big black cloak was on his body to resist the cold river wind. While drinking warm wine in the small boat, Lu Zhong With a sneer on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the boats that were still shuttling in the river.

Being so poor, he didn't give up on pleasure. Nearby, Li Zicheng recruited [-] peasants to collect stones and trees from Yanshan Mountain in the north, and built Xiangjing Shundi Palace in a dignified manner according to the Forbidden City in the capital.

To be honest, the Jinyiwei family has a cruel and restless gene in its bones. Lu Zhong doesn't like peace in the world at all. What does Xiaomin's life and death have to do with him?On the contrary, once there is turmoil, a knife like him in the dark will be hidden in the snow, and it is not impossible for a cunning rabbit to kill a lackey.

But this did not delay his admiration for Mao Jue's skills, not to mention the unforgettable Gu selection method that allowed him to crawl out of the dead, and the tight Liaodong intelligence network was far from comparable to the dilapidated Jinyi Weidong Factory in the past. Walking on the enemy's land, Lu Zhong was able to mobilize unimaginable power and relationships every time, all of which were inseparable from Mao Jue's huge financial resources and business capabilities.

It's really ironic. Everyone knows that Li Zicheng hates Mao Jue so much that people around him are not allowed to mention the Mao language. It's open!

Another glass of warm wine poured into his stomach, and he put away his sneer. A look of melancholy appeared on Lu Zhong's slender face. After three years, he was a little lazy. There is no need to wait for a while, but I still feel a little bit reluctant.

However, just as he was thinking about it, there were bursts of water splashing sound from the bow of the boat, followed by the sound of the bows leaning together. When the curtain of the black-covered boat was lifted, Lu Zhong's face had recovered. Instead of being cold and cruel, he held the wine glass gloomyly.

The person who came was not polite, he took a cup and poured it down with his head up, the hot wine made him exhale the cold air in the night, and then he shouted in a low voice.

"What are you calling Lao Tzu to do at this time? Recently, King Shun has a moody temper and is a little unruly. He will be executed, and the autumn hunting in Jiugong Mountain is coming soon. Do you want Lao Zi's life?"

"Oh, the dignified General Hao Yaoqi is also afraid of death!"

Picking up the wine glass and adding a glass to Ji Ji, Lu Zhong raised the wine and laughed mockingly. Hearing his sarcasm, Hao Yaoqi, who had killed people for fun, snorted dryly, and immediately snatched the wine pot again. He poured himself a full glass, but before he got the wine in his belly, Lu Zhong's next words made him spit out the wine suddenly.

"Since you are afraid of death, why not let King Shun die, and the world will be blessed?"

"Lou, what do you mean?"

When he dropped the wine glass suddenly, Hao Yaoqi stood up nervously, even holding the knife with his hand, but facing his murderous aura, Lu Zhong still sneered and dangled the wine glass.

"It's nothing interesting, it's the capital, His Majesty has sent a message."

Lu Zhong spoke slowly as he stared at Hao Yaoqi's sweaty face with his narrow and gloomy triangular eyes.

"Your Majesty thinks that King Shun has lived long enough."

Chapter 700. Jiugong Mountain

The most difficult thing to manipulate in the world is the human heart, but the best thing to manipulate is the human heart. When you are unmatched, the crowd bows to you and respects you. Even if you are domineering and plundering, they dare not resist at all. You are weak, you have no aggressiveness, and you can't bring benefits and future to the people around you. Even the brothers around you may stab you in the back.

Rugged horseshoes and flying flags, Li Zicheng, who entered the Forbidden City, is probably completely infected with the dragon disease that only the emperor has. Under the canopy of the yellow umbrella, he hugged the team forward. As for Li Zicheng himself, that rustic big bamboo hat had already been thrown away somewhere. Now he is wearing a dragon robe, wearing a crown, riding on a group On a pure white thoroughbred without mottle.

However, this extravagant dress and outfit did not support his decadent spirit. With the swaying of the horse, King Chuang, who was shot from the horse's back, might fall asleep at any time.

In order to take care of the emperor's itinerary, the speed of the whole team was also slowed down many times. The Jiugong Mountain that was planned to hunt was only a few tens of miles away, but tens of thousands of people walked for more than a day.

The main leaders of Dashun are also here. As the team moves forward, for Qiuhun, these reckless heroes are still very much looking forward to. After all, the situation seems to have stabilized now, and the border is backed by Zhang Xianzhong's Daxi. Zuo Liangyu's beatings and killings were also low-intensity, and Liu Zongmin, the general on the border, took full responsibility. Apart from hunting, nothing seemed to arouse their excitement.

However, these leaders of the canopy army in fresh clothes and angry horses didn't notice it at all. On both sides of the official road, the peasants from the two lakes who were busy kneeling and saluting like them in the fields had lost the kindness in their eyes that did not pay for the food when King Chuang came. With strangeness and estrangement, and even a trace of hostility, it was exactly the same as when they looked up at the fat Ming officials before.