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Seeing that King Chuang finally stopped, and the guards of the old battalion who were already panting behind him, who had pulled 80 meters away, finally breathed a sigh of relief. They pulled their horses and wanted to hug Li Zicheng again, but this short 100 meters It became a gap that could never be reached. In the grass, the soil bow was tightened and creaked, and there was a sound of the bow. Li Zicheng, who was still looking around, didn't even make a sound, but turned over and fell off the horse. A local tyrant who was driven to Jiugong Mountain to build a stronghold for self-protection and the tent under his hand rushed out with a hoe and hunting knife, and beat Li Chuang, who was still twitching, on the head and face.

In the creaking sound, it was like cutting a pig's head in the countryside. Even wearing a golden hairpin, a head with one eye full of anger and fierceness was lifted up by a farmer.

"Master, the thief's head has been chopped off!"

From the other end, several screams of grief and anger rang out on the narrow mountain path, screaming shrillly: "King Chuang!!!"

On the top of the mountain, Hua La suddenly put away the blacked-out monocular and threw it back into the pocket tied around his waist. Lu Zhong waved his hand easily.

"It's over! Call it a day!"

One of the four great regimes in the world, who ruled the world for decades, the Dashun Emperor Li Zicheng, who once conquered the capital and almost sat in the Dragon Court, died in the hands of a few old farmers for no apparent reason?

A few guards with residual blood also went up to deliver their heads, but they were confused when they ran in. They were hooked off by the old farmer's hoe as soon as they ran in, and they were beaten to death with a crackling sound. When a large number of old battalion cavalry arrived, there were only a few headless corpses left on the spot, and even the armor and dragon robes on their bodies were pulled out clean, and they were thrown there naked.

He Jin could only barely recognize Li Zicheng by relying on the old scars on his body. Looking at the hardened headless corpse, he collapsed and fell to his knees, crying loudly.

The news was blocked at that time, and there was no time to go to the mountain to take revenge. With Li Zicheng's body, the army that had just been hunting for the autumn turned around and hurried back to Xiangjing. Compared with the Dongjiang professional troops, these new nobles The feudal army formed was obviously poor in organization and discipline, and the sudden withdrawal caused rumors to spread wildly. Everyone spread wildly that King Chuang suddenly got sick and died soon, and the entire Dashun army panicked for a while.

After returning to Xiangjing, Li Zicheng's body was put into a large coffin that had been prepared, and a mourning hall was set up in the Tiantianxia Hall of the Shun Palace, which was more than half built. The 36th Battalion, 72 households, and most of the leaders of the refugee army also crowded over.

Here, another hidden danger left by Li Zicheng during his lifetime is exposed.

I don't know if it's because of killing too much, God is harsh, except for Li Huimei's daughter, Li Zicheng has no descendants!

Then who will inherit the Dashun throne becomes a problem!

"The country cannot be without a master for a day! Your Majesty accepted Li Guo and King Li as his adopted son during his lifetime, and the throne of Emperor Shun should be inherited by His Majesty's son, King Li!"

The military adviser Niu Jinxing was the first to hang his neck and roared in front of the mourning hall, followed by a tiger Li Guo who was full of excitement and hurried to the people, but before he could say a word of humility, A smelly boot was thrown up.

"Go away, when my mother killed officials and rebelled, this little beast was still breastfeeding in her mother's womb! He was the king of Chuang? I was the first to refuse!"

"And Lao Tzu, he is worthy of being the King of Chuang, even if he has not even grown the fur of a little bastard,"

With jealousy and a thick neck, Liu Tichun, the general of the rear army, was the first to jump out in a rage, and then He Bida, who was beaten yesterday, was also beating them cursingly. Although Li Guo is Li Zicheng's nephew and adopted son, he must not be Dear son, without that level of blood relationship, he is on an equal footing with everyone on weekdays, and his status is even higher than that. Liu Zongmin is still far behind, let him climb on everyone's head to be the master, these knife-edges lick blood None of the guys are convinced.

Li Guo is not very good tempered, he was hit by a pile of dirty things, and listened to the sarcastic remarks, he also followed the fire, pulled out the knife with a bang, pointed it at Liu Tichun's nose, and started yelling.

"I don't deserve to be King Chuang, but your baby is worthy of being King Chuang. It's about our old Li's family. If your baby is a fart, can't you rebel? I'll kill you!"

"You fucking dare to try it! I won't accept your child, what's the matter!" Liu Tichun is not a vegetarian either. He tilted his neck, just like a street ruffian. A shoulder went up.

We are all social beings, since there is a disagreement, then the knife will be popular. Seeing that a group of Daoist elder brothers from the Ming Dynasty are about to intervene on the spot, the door at the other end is kicked open with a loud clatter. He fell to the ground with a few eunuchs, followed by a black whirlwind rushing into the crowd. He Jin was tall enough to be picked up by a little chick in front of him. The roar of the cup sounded like thunder.

"How the hell are you taking care of your elder brother? I'll kill you!"

Hearing the roar of this big man, Niu Jinxing couldn't help but wailed in his heart, Mr. Liu! Why is he back?

On weekdays, he would not deal with this General Dashunquan and himself. In Dashun, besides Li Zicheng, he is the most appealing?The literati played around in Daming, but no one dared to ignore him in front of Dashun, the big brother of the Xu rebels, so this time Li Zicheng's death, he did not dare to notify Liu Zongmin immediately, and wanted to push Li Guo to the throne first, and then come to an established Facts suppressed him, who knew that this guy would come back straight away! And the first strike was on Brother He Jin who still supported Li Guo.

It's not fun anymore!

It's so much fun now!

While Li Guo and Liu Tichun were stunned, seeing Liu Zongmin gnashing his teeth and pinching He Jin's neck, about to get the first drop of blood, a roar suddenly rang out in the mourning hall, blowing his beard and staring, Liu Zongmin was about to scold , but when he turned his head, he softened, threw He Jin, who was almost out of breath, to the side, and immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowing heavily.

"sister in law!"

"Meet the Queen!"

Gao Yigong, Li Guo and others quickly knelt down and bowed down, because this woman who was dressed in filial piety and looked a little bit old was Li Zicheng's original wife Gao Xiuying, who was comparable to Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma in the army. Heroine.

Even Liu Zongmin is such a scumbag, he has to bow his head when he sees her!

The corners of her eyes were still red and swollen, but Gao Xiuying roared forcefully.

"Everyone followed the old Chuang Wang to carry the flag and rebel. After all these years, did you stab your brother with a knife before Chuang Wang Ling?"

"Zong Min knows his mistake, sister-in-law, don't be angry!"

Ignoring Liu Zongmin's apology, he turned his head to look at the flickering candlelight in the mourning hall and Li Huimei who was so crying that she couldn't lift her head. An unprecedented viciousness and madness radiated from Gao Xiuying's slightly confused pupils. , she suddenly pointed to the east.

"It was the local bandits from Jiugong Mountain who killed King Chuang, but these local bandits were loyal to the dog emperor of the Ming court, the dog officials! Ever since the old King Chuang, we Chuangjun have been working hard with the dog emperor dog officer!"

"Aren't you going to be King Chuang? Whoever defeats Yingtian first and cuts off the dog emperor's head as a sacrifice to King Chuang will be the new King Chuang!"

After saying this, Gao Xiuying flicked her sleeves, and went back to the mourning hall. The door creaked, and the maids shuddered, and closed the mourning hall again. Looking at his leaving figure, a group of Dashun generals couldn't help themselves They raised their heads and looked at each other, but blood burst out from their pupils one after another.

Who doesn't want to be the King of Chuang?

Ten thousand steps back, the area of ​​Huguang has long been poor and tired, who wouldn't want to go to the colorful world in the south of the Yangtze River?

"Avenge King Chuang! Take off the head of the dog emperor!"

With a roar, he pulled out his knife, Liu Zongmin was the first to go out, followed behind him, a series of rattling sounds, even He Jin, who was almost strangled to death just now, was full of fierce eyes, holding a pair of knives like a praying mantis Keep up with the team.

A leaf rustled.

There was a gloomy look in his eyes, and the gloom also implied happiness and pride. With all kinds of complicated emotions, Hao Yaoqi followed in the middle

Chapter 7. The Dream of the Kingdom

In Western mythology, Pandora opened the devil’s cursed box, and put disease, jealousy, resentment and many other disasters into the world. In the East, Gao Xiuying also opened Pandora’s box with her own hands. The Dashun army, like a beast, sharpened its claws and exposed its sharp fangs. In a few days, the entire northern part of Huguang was filled with the sound of soldiers mobilizing. The Shun Palace, which was under construction, stopped abruptly. They were drawn into the army one after another, and even in order to mobilize the ground for soldiers, the old Chuangjun from Shaanxi went from village to village to burn houses and robbed the last grain.

A deformed monster is extremely inflated like the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom more than 200 years later.

But in front of this monster's mouth-watering eyes, the Nanming Dynasty was still enjoying peace and prosperity without knowing it.

Nanjue Imperial Palace, Qinzheng Palace, Jiuzhuo Golden Dragon Chair.

Zhu Yousong's obese body seemed to have no bones, leaning softly on the hard gold. From time to time, he, the lord of Ming Dynasty, couldn't help but yawn.

It has been more than 200 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and now it has completely evolved into a deformed democracy. The military and state affairs are basically decided by the gentlemen. He has neither the right nor the interest to intervene. Zhu Yousong's greatest ambition in this life is That is, to learn from his father, Lao Fuwang, to be a rice bug who eats, drinks and has fun.

However, these gentlemen are really difficult to serve. They are already in power, but they still want to be bitches and set up memorial archways. They can't escape the court once a day, and they have to cooperate to show an appearance that a wise king should have, " Humbly accepting the "suggestions" of the "North Korean Central Committee" people is simply boring.

Thinking about it, Zhu Yousong couldn't help yawning again.

But today, Qian Qianyi, who came back from the capital, Gao Hongtu, the second assistant to the cabinet, and Wang Qia, the minister of rites, all of them smiled excitedly as if they were the first concubine they married.

"Bring a red-haired envoy!"

"Bring Hong Maofan envoys!!!"

Like a relay race, the eunuchs let out their voices one after another. A moment later, a gringo with a high nose, thick curly hair, and a bulbous nose led the gringo envoys of the same appearance into the room one after another. Come.

If Mao Jue were here, he would definitely know him, old acquaintance! His Excellency Ru Feili, Batavia chief.