I am the king of the dead

Chapter 105 The Empress Dowager's Resentment (for Subscription)
"The kabuki in the teaching workshop are practicing vocal music." Xing'an stopped and listened for a long time, but what he heard was not very clear.

The capital of the Ming Dynasty had two Jiaofang divisions, one was Taichang Temple in Dongcheng, and the other was Jiaofang Division in Xicheng. Taichang Temple in Dongcheng was mainly composed of musicians and dancers, while Jiaofang was composed of musicians and prostitutes.

There are more than 900 musicians in Jiaofang alone. This number was less than [-] in the seventh year of Zhengtong. In just seven years, the number of musicians in Jiaofang has increased several times.

Zhu Qiyu was standing in the corner, listening to Le Sheng singing this unknown song.

"Singing in sorrow, family and country hate, blood and tears are printed all over the breasts. Painful to the ancestors, the ancestral tombs were not buried, and the precious candles were sacrificed in cold smoke, and no one asked."

The sound of the music suddenly rushed, and the sound of the drums was as dense as a shower. A sharp false male voice suddenly sounded high-pitched: "After the catastrophe, the emperor wants to be strong, frustrated, and misfortune. The country is in danger!"

"Jiangshan also has the surname of Zhao, but his appearance has changed from a different dress, ahhhhhhh!"

"The loyal ones, sprinkle green blood! Protect the family and the country, uphold loyalty! Resist captives and save the common people!"

When the music reached here, the sound slowed down slowly, and a feeling of sadness slowly spread. Zhu Qiyu stood still and looked at the high courtyard wall, watching the withered yellow leaves whirl in the strong wind On the sky.

Although the female voice is tactful, it is indescribably downcast, and although the male voice is strong, it is inexhaustible sadness.

This male voice is obviously a fake female voice, because this female voice is too crisp, even though it is intentionally thick, the mellowness can still be heard immediately.

"Sigh-pity...A group of traitors live in the temple, don't think about the country and only care about self-interest! Li Tong Jin captives, beheading famous officials! The Han Dynasty, they are controlled and suffer bad luck."

"Sigh, regret..."

Someone's voice could be heard vaguely, and the conversation was so low that Zhu Qiyu couldn't hear it clearly.

When he was listening to the song, Xing'an was not idle. He took out the letter card and walked into the Taichang Temple in Dongsi Hutong. Asked clearly.

But he miscalculated, the person who sang in Taichang Temple was not an actor, but a lady from a family.

But the people in Taichang Temple don't know exactly who it is.

Xing'an didn't dare to stay for a long time, His Majesty only had Lu Zhong by his side, if something happened to him, his guts would regret it.

He returned to Zhu Qiyu's side, bowed his head and said, "This song is called "Emperor Ji's Resentment"."

"When the two Songs communicated, Zhao Duofu, the daughter of Song Huizong, also known as Furou Diji, fled back to the Southern Song Dynasty after the shame of Jingkang. Yue Fei and other famous generals."

"Furou Emperor Ji Zhao Duofu was also killed by Song Gaozong in the second year after Yue Fei's death, so this song was composed." Xing'an handed the complete piece to Zhu Qiyu.

Zhu Qiyu stood under the tree. After reading it, he couldn't stop nodding. This word is well written!

"I listened to the Shengge again, Man Che Lin'an, but the emperor was in trouble, and I was also destined to perish!" Zhu Qiyu nodded repeatedly, saying that the merchant woman did not know the hatred of subjugation, but Zhu Qiyu looked at the songs sung by these actors with deep affection.

The demise of the Northern Song Dynasty led to the loss of the people in the Northland for hundreds of years.

Zhao Gou Pian'an Hundi killed Yue Fei, the famous general of the first Northern Expedition, and negotiated peace with all his strength, and finally the kingdom fell to Pian'an.

The words are good words, and they are sung with deep affection.

The Sixth Division of the Ming Dynasty died in the north, and the people of Oara took the Zijing Pass by clever means, and went straight to the city of the capital.

But when the actors sang the "Emperor Ji's Resentment" in the Northern Song Dynasty, weren't they expressing their fear of the fall of the capital?

Fortunately, Daming also has Yu Qian, and fortunately, Daming also has Zhu Qiyu.

A pretty little girl poked her head out from the courtyard wall, saw Zhu Qiyu, and said with puffy cheeks: "I said someone was talking, but my sister said no."

"Where did the handsome student come from! We sang at Taichang Temple, and my lady, at Zuo Si Nanying, didn't even sing for princes and generals. After listening to it like this, do you show something?"

Hey, the land in the capital actually dared to rob the emperor. This is really the first time the sun rises in the west.

A crisp voice like a warbler suddenly sounded inside the courtyard wall: "Hugh is talking nonsense, the officials outside the courtyard, sister-in-law is abrupt, I hope the officials will forgive me."

Zhu Qiyu said cheerfully: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

That crisp voice immediately became much more severe: "If you don't come down, you're fooling around. When you're young, you won't be afraid to fall down and break your legs."

The play of the sisters came from the courtyard, and Zhu Qiyu walked forward with his hands behind his back. The 24 steps of the Jingshi Street and the [-] steps of the alley are like a chessboard, and the road is still very long.

At this time, Yu Qian had to stop in Weizhou. Halfway through the journey, his horse finally fell crookedly in the heavy snow and never stood up again.

The old horse knows the way. This horse, which has been with him for more than ten years, has traveled north and south, seen the endless torrential flow of the Yangtze River, and the turbulent waves of the Yellow River. outside.

This old horse finally died of exhaustion on the road.

Yu Qian ordered the horse to be slaughtered, made sausages, stewed some horse meat, and distributed it to the accompanying sergeants.

The horse meat was resistant to hunger and cold, and the journey was quite exhausting. He killed the fallen horse and distributed it to the soldiers, leaving only a bone, which was burned into ashes and scattered on the vast snow field outside the Great Wall.

He is a very practical person, horses, cattle and sheep, chickens, dogs and hogs, these six animals are raised by people.

Since it is dead, the meat naturally cannot be wasted.

"Shaobao, would you like some?" A guard in Jinyi asked cheerfully.

Yu Qian shook his head, pointed to his mask, and said with a smile: "The Holy Majesty said that you can't take it off, you just eat it. When you are old, horse meat is too woody to chew."

Tiqi are all warriors, horses are precious to everyone when they are alive, and everyone eats them when they are dead.

Jin Yiwei feasted, rubbed his bones, and said vaguely: "Young Shaobao is joking. I saw Yu Shaobao eating five bowls of rice two days ago. It's when the sword is still young!"

Yu Qian shook his head and tightened his cloak. Weizhou is only one day away from Zijingguan, and Zijingguan is only one day away from the capital.

It was snowing heavily outside the Great Wall again, and the snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The whole land and sky became one, a vast expanse of whiteness.

Envoys Yue Qian and Ji Duo were blocked in Datong Mansion by the heavy snow. Once they left the city, they would lose their way due to such thick snow.

But they still set off resolutely, they have the emperor's order, and they must not make mistakes.

The auspicious snow heralds a good year, as long as it is not the snow that falls in the cold spring after the beginning of spring, Yu Qian is full of joy for the snow.

The locusts were frozen to death, and after the snow melted, irrigation in the coming year would not be a problem.

Kyushu outside the mountains will definitely be a bumper harvest year. This is the best news for Kyushu outside the mountains, which has already suffered from military disasters.

The farm method that His Majesty wants to get, after Yu Qian has gone all the way, he has slowly pondered a lot of ideas. Whether these ideas can be used and whether they are good or not, they have to be implemented before they can see the effect.

As for His Majesty's eagerness to restore the strength of the Beijing camp, increase the training of sergeants, expand the output of the boiled salt camp, and suspend the production of new gunpowder by the Jiuzhen Military Supervision, and the elimination of redundant officials and redundant personnel, Yu Qian has no objection to these, and even strongly supports them.

These are all good to say.

He even said that Yue Qian's matter at hand was not a big deal.

Zuo Zuo is just an emperor, if he can survive, then send another group of people.

Yu Qian is full of worries, obviously there are bigger things waiting for him.

The Beijing Master's lecture hall is a big deal, and Yang Hong has done a good job in organizing the matter, but the list has not been fully confirmed for a long time.

The nobles, relatives, civil servants, and military generals in the capital, in this list, exhausted all their strengths in the game, and every place was contested with red faces and thick necks.

"Sigh-pity, a group of traitors live in the temple, not thinking about the country and only thinking about self-interest."

Yu Qian sighed heavily. He naturally knew that "Emperor Ji's Resentment" had been spread all over the country since the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and even some children could hum a few lines.

He suddenly continued to sing with a smile on his face: "The Han family has loyal ministers in its generation, and once they raise their arms, they will restore the country, avenge their shame, and die with hatred."

In fact, Zhu Qiyu didn't finish listening at all. There is still the last sentence of the emperor's grievance.

The reason why he laughed was because he thought of the new emperor of Ming Dynasty who was always a bit eager for success in the capital.

So what about loyal ministers?

Zhang Fu, Zhu Yong, Kuang Ye, Wang Zuo, Ding Ming, which one is not a loyal minister and good general?
The final result?
Didn't he die in the civil fort, frozen under the layers of rain and blood, the ghosts groaned, and he couldn't sleep peacefully?

As long as there are loyal ministers, there must also be sages.

Yu Qian felt very lucky about himself. He considered himself a loyal minister and practiced this way. It was a blessing to meet His Majesty.

But this list is really difficult.

(End of this chapter)