Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 314 Zhang Xianzhong's deadline is approaching

Sichuan Xingfu Division, Jianchang City.

The second year of Hongguang in the Ming Dynasty, the third year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the third year of Yongchang in Dashun, and the second year in Daxi Dashun.

The earth city is no more than one and a half feet high, and it is compacted. The two vertical and two horizontal streets are the most lively places in the city.

And in the center of the city, in the well, the imperial palace, which accounts for a quarter of the entire city, has a two-foot-high palace wall, which is stained with a unique red paint, which looks extraordinarily solemn.

This place is the place where Emperor Daxi, Zhang Xianzhong lived, and also the political center of hundreds of thousands of acquaintances and natives in Jianchang.

Surrounding the palace wall, there are more than [-] adobe brick houses with black tiles and neat patterns. Zhang Xianzhong's personal guards and family members lived here.

In the other part, there are a large number of chiefs and acquaintances, which are equivalent to personal guards.

The small Jianchang City, with about [-] people, is the most prosperous place in the entire Sichuan Xingdusi.

Every tenth day, there will be a large number of cooked and raw fans coming to the market, and the rough Dashun Tongbao has become their happiest thing.

With this, Zhang Xiancheng has continuously absorbed wealth in the past few years to support the army and live a luxurious life.

At this time, his harem had swelled to fifty, and the number of maids serving him was three to four hundred, which made the ignorant chiefs dumbfounded.

On the seventh day of April, in this small city stained with the blood and tears of tens of thousands of people, there was no vitality of spring at this time, but fell into a strange silence.

Three thousand personal guards blocked Jianchang City and guarded the palace walls, not allowing anyone to come within a hundred steps.

Like the buildings in Jianchang, Datong Hall is paved with high feet, and then a bamboo palace several feet high is built.

Originally, he wanted to use wood, but Zhang Xiancheng found that bamboo dissipated heat quickly, so he finally used the Central Plains method, using bamboo to build, and the cost was reduced a lot.

Outside the hall, the barefoot maids were dressed in white sarongs, with golden bells on their necks and silver bells on their feet. Their dark skin shone in the sun, and they stood respectfully one by one, with lowered eyebrows pleasing to the eye, trembling with fear.

Beside them, dozens of civil and military ministers gathered, whispering to each other, turning their heads to watch from time to time, with nervous expressions.

The official robe on his body is the same as that of the Ming Dynasty, with a black gauze hat, black boots, official patch, and a belt around it, but considering the weather in Jianchang, the sleeves are a little more visible, which makes him look energetic.

"I don't know what to do!"

"Your Majesty is so young, and the prince is so young..."

For a while, the moans and sighs continued.

After a long time, the door of the palace painted with yellow paint was opened, and a maid Shi Shi came over and said, "Everyone, Your Majesty let you in."

Everyone returned the salute respectfully before entering the hall.

The spacious palace looks very shady and cool, and at the same time, the smell of a lot of herbs can't go away for a while, and it's a bit pungent.

On the bed, a middle-aged man with gray hair, haggard face, and slightly dry hair was lying down, his eyes still bright, looking at everyone.

The doctor at the side frowned and said nothing.

After seeing everyone, Zhang Xianzhong opened his mouth and said: "I have suffered a serious illness, and I have suffered from trauma for many years. Time is running out."

wow-

For a moment, everyone was taken aback, their faces full of astonishment.

You know, according to Zhang Xianzhong's age, he is only forty, just at the right time, unexpectedly he has reached such a situation.

Everyone panicked.

The prince is only ten years old, how can he rule hundreds of thousands of Tibetans?This is not an obedient citizen like the Central Plains, but a bullying and afraid of the weak.

This Jianchang City is hard to protect.

"Cough cough!"

Zhang Xianzhong coughed, and the chaotic voice immediately disappeared.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to say a word.

Although this Emperor Dashun was only a grassroots emperor, he controlled thousands of troops and could almost decide anyone's life or death.

"I'm not dead yet!"

Zhang Xianzhong frowned, and the temperature dropped instantly.

"Let's lift the martial law in Jianchang City!"

He squinted his eyes and said calmly: "These days, the crown prince will supervise the country, and you just need to assist me."

"Obey!" Everyone sang, not daring to have the slightest objection.

"Go back!"

Seeing the emperor waving his hand, everyone rushed out of the hall without any delay.

The doctor followed behind them, and no one dared to step forward to inquire, or even take a second look.

After they left, Zhang Xianzhong opened his eyes and ordered: "Keep an eye on them."

"Yes!" A figure appeared from the shadows.

Only then did he sigh, and murmured: "Even if I die, the old Zhang family, after all, once gave birth to an emperor, even in a small place like Jianchang."

Looking at the beautifully patterned roof, Zhang Xianzhong thought of Sun Kewang who was far away in Kunming.

This adoptive son is ambitious, and he wants to swallow Yunnan, which is more capable than himself.

Kunming.

More than half of Mu Mansion's accumulation of more than two hundred years belonged to Sun Kewang.

After possessing a huge wealth, he bought people's hearts wantonly, paid lightly and poorly, attacked the chieftain, and soon stabilized his rule.

In particular, Mu Tianbo left Yunnan Mansion, and even went far away to Guizhou in the end, completely ruining the expectations of many people, and had to live in peace.

Sun Kewang quickly ended the riots, took over the officials of the Ming Dynasty, and wooed military households, and his rule became more and more stable.

As a result, last year he secretly sought the title of King of Dian from Zhang Xianzhong, and finally won the title of King of Dian.

Although it is not a big country, it is still a prince, and Sun Kewang is satisfied.

"The ditches in Dianchi Lake still need to be repaired, and there is still a lot of wasteland in Yunnan Province, which needs to be reclaimed."

Wearing a royal robe, Sun Kewang walked slowly on the embankment of Dianchi Lake with a straight face, and said softly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

The officials on the side hurriedly responded, eagerly holding a pen to write and record it, with a serious look.

When the breeze blew, Sun Kewang's royal robe was lightly curled. He didn't care, his eyes shone with light.

Compared with Jianchang, northern Shaanxi, and Yunnan Prefecture are almost all fertile lands, it can be said that half of the essence of Yunnan Province is gathered.

Taking control of this place is basically equivalent to Yunnan Province.

No wonder the province and government have the same name.

Suddenly, Yiqi suddenly came and sent a letter.

Sun Kewang was taken aback for a moment, it was from Jianchang.

"My adoptive father, what the hell is going on?"

Open it and see that it is the news that he is critically ill.

The content is very simple, constantly encouraging him to return to Jianchang and inherit his adoptive father's foundation.

"Foundation?"

Sun Kewang laughed, looking at the vast Dianchi Lake, as vast as the sea.

The location of Jianchang is not as good as a county under the jurisdiction of Yunnan Prefecture. No matter in terms of output or population, it does not interest him at all.

Even if a large amount of alluvial gold and silver are produced, how come Yunnan's agate, ivory, herbs, precious wood, etc. are worthless?

Running for hundreds of miles, for the sake of Jianchang, it is not worth his trip at all.

"Write a letter to His Majesty, saying that my minister is willing to guard Yunnan, just like the Mu clan."

Sun Kewang said to the shogunate officials beside him, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's my heart to send some copper coins, fragrant wood, agate, etc."

ps: There is another chapter after twelve o'clock

(End of this chapter)