Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 407
Even in the middle of the night, the faint sound of cannons still spread from the north. It was the cannons of the Qing army, which continuously bombarded the positions of the Ming army on the south bank of the Xianghe River from the north bank of the Xianghe River. Cannons, on the contrary, are now strengthening the Qing people.

Field battles are their strengths, and with the Hongyi cannons that are not good at field battles but are good for sieges, there are hardly many cities that can resist the Qing army's attack. Last month, Dorgon broke through Qiangziling. They fell one after another, taking advantage of the emptiness of the capital's defenses, Dorgon also tried to get involved in the capital, but fortunately, Xuanda Governor Lu Xiangsheng led the frontier soldiers to the capital in time.

Even if the enemy troops hit right under their noses, they still didn't let the rich and powerful in the city stop enjoying themselves. The gates of the famous Bada Hutong were tightly closed, and the windows seemed to be sealed, but through the gaps, people could still see Seeing the colorful light revealed, there are also some domestic prostitutes kept by big families, their singing voices have been suppressed to an extremely low level, and the wonderful sounds of babbling float outside, but they are like the soft whimpers of undead, giving the capital under the night Added a little doomsday-like desolation.

On the top of the city, there are still shabby-clothed soldiers of the Beijing camp and Minzhuang nervously patrolling back and forth with lanterns. The clothes are indeed rags. The warriors in the Battle Hall couldn't afford new armor, so they could only send the well-dressed ones to the court, and the tattered ones to work far away, and they were even regarded as a joke among the courtiers.

Even though it is more than August, when the cold wind blows at night, the strong soldiers patrolling the city are still shivering with cold, one by one lazily huddling behind the female wall and dozing off. The Beijing camp was reorganized by Yu Qian to resist the attack of Oala Yes, it's a pity that with Yu Qian's death, it seems that this heroic army died along with it, and became an iron rice bowl bought with money by the rogue young masters in the capital city.

Zhou Yuji, who now lives with Song Qingshu, once commented very pertinently that the public and others are all dudes!

It is said that the army is not as courageous as the people, and suddenly a sound of horseshoes came from the north of the city, and suddenly woke up. With the lantern sticking out his head, he searched for the way.

"You and others?"

"Quickly open the door, this is Mr. Lu, the governor of Xuanda! Entering Beijing by order!"

Hearing the shouts of the guards below, it could be regarded as a sigh of relief for the tense city leaders, but the patrolling soldiers had discussed for a long time, but still did not have the courage to open the city gate, and finally surrendered while waiting for the impatient guards to shout. A big dirt basket.

Under the city wall, surrounded by dozens of soldiers, is a middle-aged man in his thirties and 40s, with a burly figure, thick eyebrows and a big face. He doesn't look like a scholar. The old armor, but under the armor, there is a dazzling white mourning dress. The man does not wear an official hat or helmet on his forehead, and there is a white filial piety tied under his neatly combed hair.

Looking at the dirt basket, the man stepped on it without hesitation, wanting to be dragged into the city, but just as he took a step, he was caught by another young scholar wearing Confucian uniform behind him. his sleeves.

"Boxiang, Your Majesty is in a hurry to recruit someone into the palace, what is this?"

"Captain, don't you forget that Governor Yuan entered the city with a straw basket like this, but was imprisoned and finally died in the city?"

Hearing the slightly angry words of Yang Tinglin, the imperial official who came with him, Lu Xiangsheng couldn't help being stunned for a moment, but then he pulled his hand away helplessly, and said with emotion: "Boxiang is worrying too much, the soldiers from the East are coming to the city Losing composure is urgent, a certain family asks themselves to be open and aboveboard, what is there to be afraid of?"

"Back then, Yue Wumu was equally open and upright, but in the end, he was not the Storm Pavilion, the loyal soul returned to the West?"

These words did not persuade this well-known talented man in the village, his face was solemn, and he bowed heavily again. Lu Xiangsheng couldn't help frowning when he heard it, and after a moment of silence, he simply grabbed Yang Tinglin's hand hand.

"Boxiang, you and I hit it off right away. We've come all this way, and you're hesitant to talk. Just tell me what's going on!"

There was still some hesitation on Yang Tinglin's rather handsome face, but in the end he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"The governor is busy with the funeral, I'm afraid I haven't heard that there is a rumor in the imperial court that he wants to negotiate peace with the eastern captives!"

Hearing this, Lu Xiangsheng gasped, and after a while, an unprecedented anger appeared on his face.

The Ming Dynasty was impoverished and weak, with numerous natural disasters and internal corruption, but it still has one thing that is most worthy of admiration for future generations, integrity!

No land, no compensation, no marriage, the emperor guards the gate, and the king dies!Back then, even if the emperor was captured and the rolling iron cavalry hit the city of Beijing, Daming did not give in, and even did not agree to cede the land for the emperor. It is the same now. It is not impossible to talk about peace between the Ming Dynasty, but it is absolutely impossible to establish an alliance under the current shameful city. It can only be done when Hou Jin is completely defeated, and Huang Taiji, the slave chieftain of the East, kneels on the Golden Temple!

Shocked for a moment, Lu Xiangsheng slammed his fist on the hard city wall angrily, and angrily scolded: "Fucking!"

"No, it's impossible, His Majesty will definitely not agree!" A moment later, Lu Xiangsheng shook his head in disbelief again, and Yang Tinglin who listened quickly grabbed his sleeve again.

"Commander, my grand governor, it's groundless, and it may not be false. Besides, although your majesty didn't say anything, it is said that Yang Sichang proposed this matter, and Eunuch Gao also agreed. Now that your majesty trusts traitors so much, grand governor, you I've always been upright, I'm afraid if I enter the city rashly..."

"It's better to open the city gate at dawn and enter the city with the soldiers!"

Yang Tinglin didn't say the whole thing, but the taste in it was clear, who knew that Lu Xiangsheng became angry when he heard this, and stretched out his hand to push Yang Tinglin away.

"Bo Xiang, I know myself well, but now that Your Majesty is being deceived by traitors, how can I delay in order to protect myself? Besides, I have a clear conscience, so why are you afraid of those monsters?"

As he said that, Lu Xiangsheng already strode onto the dirt basket, and yelled at it: "Pull!"

"Great Governor! Alas~"

Seeing Lu Xiang ascended, Yang Tinglin couldn't help stomping heavily.

Fortunately, he was a little overwhelmed. Even if he wanted to negotiate a peace, Yang Sichang needed some capable people to sustain the situation on the battlefield, at least he would be invincible. After entering the city, Lu Xiangsheng was quickly entertained by the eunuchs from the palace. I got a horse and led it like the Forbidden City.

Along this road, people fleeing Tongzhou, Changping, Jizhou, and Miyun filled the streets. Ragged refugees shivered and piled up beside the walls of high-rise houses. Many starved to death, and their bodies were even piled up Lu Xiangsheng was even more worried as he looked at the small piles.

Emperor Chongzhen has always been known for his diligence in administration. When Lu Xiangsheng arrived in the Forbidden City, Zhu Youjian was still holding a meeting in the imperial study, but he heard a smooth and fluent voice reporting.

"The food stored in Tianjin Wei has all been transported to Gyeonggi, and the Shandong side has also transferred food from Luyu from Dezhou. Among them, Fufan donated 20 taels of silver and 20 dans of grain, and the king of Zhou donated [-] silver and [-] grains. It's been a while."

"However, Song Ni still dominates the canal, and the food and salary from Huguang can only reach half of it. If things go on like this, it will still be difficult to support!"

Before Yang Sichang could finish his words, a delicate Jingdezhen teacup had already been slammed onto the ground, and immediately he heard the emperor's angry curses.

"ignore the general interest!"

Indeed, the front is tight, and the rear does not say full support. Even if the logistics supply is guaranteed, it should be. However, Emperor Chongzhen is the best at squeezing persimmons. Those who know the general situation are either killed by him or locked up, and then they are blindly directed. Yes, Song Qingshu is not willing to put hope on him, Yang Sichang couldn't help but sighed when he heard the emperor's anger, and immediately began to persuade him.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Song is a traitor and domineering. It is difficult to expect him to be as loyal to the emperor as the ministers of the court and the generals of all walks of life. Now he can ensure the stability of the two Huaihe Rivers and provide some food and salaries to the court. It was a blessing to God, besides, this time it was indeed the gang of scholars from Fushe who caused the trouble first, and Chen Yan, the inspector of the Huaihe River and Huaihe River, misunderstood the king's intentions, and followed the tyranny of the local government. Not a rabbit either."

This Yang Sichang is really good at being a king, and he put all the responsibility on Fushe and Chen Yan, the dead ghost, completely ignoring the murderous spirit of Emperor Chongzhen himself. Such a difficult mess to clean up?
"Your Majesty, the governor of Lufeng wrote a letter to restore the society Zhang Pu, and formed a party to run the society. Every spring and autumn, thousands of scholars were organized to sway the market and gather in one place to slander and discuss the government. Most of the officials in the south of the Yangtze River came from Donglin Fushe, scholars and scholars are mostly proud to be from Zhang Pu's family, but they don't know your Majesty, if things go on like this, there is no way!"

"He, Song, is just a rogue. What great talent does he have in his hands? Since he is willing to fight Fushe, why not..."

Before Yang Sichang finished speaking, the eunuch's shrill voice sounded outside the door.

"Governor Xuan Da, with the rank of governor of the left, Lu Xiangsheng, the right servant of the Ministry of War, has an audience!"

The ongoing imperial meeting came to an abrupt end. Emperor Chongzhen stood up a little excitedly, and then he came back to his senses and sat back. He shook his sleeves and shouted, "Trick!"

Xiao Suibu followed the eunuch into the imperial study room, Lu Xiangsheng lowered his eyes respectfully, glanced at the floor tiles from the corner of his eye, walked quickly to a distance of about ten steps from the foot of the table, and immediately knelt down.

"Chen Lu Xiangsheng, long live Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)