Gotta Live!

Not for the Zhu family with this body.

Just for the hundreds of millions of people in the world!

Zhu Cijiong read a relatively fair paper, before the apportionment into the mu, because the hidden population could pay less taxes, so a large number of people were attached to the gentry and became fugitives.

No one can calculate in detail how many of these people there are.

However, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were more than 50 million Dingkou, and the actual number of people should be at least four times larger.

Some scholars have studied the massacres in various places and come to a conclusion that from the time the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs to the Kangxi period, the population of the Chinese ethnic groups lost at least more than 100 million.

Not to mention the three feudatories, not to mention the civil uprisings that gradually decreased until the middle of the Kangxi Dynasty.

The White Lotus Uprising alone lost 120 million people again!

There was also the Taiping Rebellion......

The harm that my Shengqing has done to Huaxia is not only in terms of population.

In terms of culture, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were more than 30,000 kinds of books of all kinds (of all kinds) in the world, about nearly 40,000 kinds.

After the peak of the literary prison (after Qianlong), there are only more than 3,000 kinds of books left in the world!

The Yongle Canon, the absolute first masterpiece in human history, was only 800 volumes left when Guangxu teacher Weng Tonggong checked it, and by the 27th year of Guangxu, only 64 volumes remained.

(11,095 volumes of the original work), (a certain Taoist brother blew into the four libraries of the sky, only 385 kinds of Yongle were included).

In Zhu Cijiong's head, there were strings of cold numbers, if it weren't for the crab god, he really wanted to roar - kill ......

His eyes grew red.

Can't die!

Absolutely not to die!

What am I going to do?

watched the soldiers carry away the dead bodies on the ground, and looked at the dozen gray-clothed men with black blood dripping from the corners of their mouths......

Zhu Cijiong's eyes gradually became firm.

There's still a chance!

If he remembers correctly, during the rebellion of the three feudatories, Kang Mazi, who was blown onto Mars and stood shoulder to shoulder with the Gamma Galaxy, had to flee back to the deep mountains and old forests.

Not to mention the general trend of the country, it is not impossible to take advantage of it just within the Qing court.

In the early days of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, who was the most politically competent?

Without exception, it was the great jade who killed the eunuch Dolgon.

The two white flags he mastered were two of the three flags!

Now that Dorgon is dead, his subordinate Sukh Saha has just been hanged by Aobai.

Although there was a purpose in suppressing the two most powerful white flags, it caused Kangxi's murderous intentions.

……

Kangxi?

Zhu Cijiong's eyes lit up.

Right!

It's Kangxi!

This pockmark, the only pockmark in human history who has been blessed by smallpox, has been in power since July last year.

However, now it is the guy in front of him who controls the government of the Qing court with a slippery head and a bearded jaw.

(The official rules of the Qing court 50 years ago were dressed like the non-mainstream hair ornaments of the Warring States period in Japan, plus the beard of the Japanese army in World War II - one high and one low, two copper coin-sized hair circles, seven or eight half-inch beards on the left and right sides of the upper lip, and the rest of the hair must be shaved, and those who violate the order will die, and the whole family will be exiled.) ）

Zhu Cijiong's eyes flickered.

The battle between Ao Bai and Kangxi, in a sense, is more threatening than that of him, the prince of the previous dynasty.

After all, he was just a former prince who had nothing.

And between Ao Bai and Kangxi, it is a political struggle to the death.

The victor owns everything in the world, and the loser, the brutality of the political struggle, needs no elaboration.

Abahai, the martyred queen, is still cursing in the dark underground palace!

Ao Bai snorted coldly, like a proud big rooster, and walked to the prison beheading platform.

He has the power of the world, but the little emperor persecuted too much, this time, with the prestige blessing of Prince Ling Chi Zhu Ming, I think the little emperor should also rein in one or two!

The one from Wutai Mountain is not dead yet!

Just when Aobai's ass was about to hit the stool, Zhu Cijiong suddenly yelled:

"I'm really not the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, I'm just an innocent scapegoat, a poor child who wants to be killed and set an example!"

Aobai's eyes widened.

Bastard boy, what are you talking nonsense?

Who wants to make an example of the monkeys?

Who are the monkeys?

As the first warrior of the Qing Dynasty, Aobai, with a slippery foot, he could squat for a day, and he actually sat on the ground with his butt.

It's a demon!

The surrounding red top bands roared and hid to both sides!

They looked at Ao Bai uncertainly.

This old boy has just executed the auxiliary minister Su Ke Saha and the two masters appointed by the first emperor, and he is arrogant enough!

Could it be that Ao Bai really wants to use the blood of the royal family of the previous dynasty to shock the Long Live Lord?

Even the rest of the others, who had always been indifferent, also changed his face.

"Someone! Give me a slap! ”

Ao Bai was annoyed and ashamed.

The corners of Zhu Cijiong's mouth were hooked, and the eyes that looked at Ao Bai were full of mockery, and he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Kill people! Someone is going to kill someone! Holy Lord, his old man has been blinded! ”

Zhu Cijiong was running around the execution ground, shouting and screaming like he was dying.

Now for him, there is only one way to survive - to return to the home he once was!

Go to Kang Mazi's side to leave the dog's life.

With the knife he handed out, as long as Kang Mazi is not stupid, he will definitely take the opportunity to make a big fuss.

Sure enough, a sneaky Blue Feather guard slipped away quietly.

Zhu Cijiong knew that his goal had been achieved.

These Lan Ling guards are either from the sons of the nobles, or they are Han people.

Don't look at it as just a six-rank guard, it can be regarded as a low-level guard second only to the Han Army Banner.

However, in the emperor's heart, he is second only to the first-class guard!

In the entire guard group, there are sixty first-class guards of the third grade, and the sixth-rank guards of Lan Ling are only 90 people!

In other words, this is the Manchu emperor, the henchmen he cultivated for himself.

Hearing Zhu Cijiong shouting so indiscriminately, where did the guards present dare to really arrest him!

If it was replaced by ordinary soldiers, Zhu Cijiong might not be able to deter them, but because of his status as the "prince of the former dynasty", the soldiers responsible for maintaining them were all the Eight Banners of the Beijing Camp.

Around the execution table, the guard office was in charge of it.

It is also commonly known as Lang Wei.

In the entire Lang Wei, there are only 570 people, and these people also have a name - the Son of Heaven's pro-army.

They will only be loyal to the one sitting on the dragon chair!

It was precisely because of these doors and doors that there seemed to be something hidden when they heard what Zhu Cijiong said, and the guards hesitated...... When they were arrested, they were just putting on a show.

As long as this guy doesn't run outside, it's up to him.

But even if the guards released the water, Zhu Cijiong was not happy.

When he was caught earlier and put in prison, Zhu Cijiong was beaten and bruised all over his body, and at this time, every time he ran, the wounds all over his body were hot and painful.

However, for the sake of his life, Zhu Cijiong could only avoid the "capture" of the guards, but he continued to shout:

"The old things of the new dynasty are repeated! Someone wants to be Wang Mang! ”

Wang Mang, that is the fierce man who wrote the new dynasty, that is the tragic urging of the traverser who met the son of the plane.

When Zhu Cijiong said this, there was already a space between him and Aobai......

"Bang" - everyone can't wait to stand under the stage.

Wang Mang......

That's pretty straightforward!

In addition to the worship of the government and the opposition, who else can be Wang Mang?

What's more, Kangxi is also the emperor!

Dolgon was able to call Shunzhi "son", couldn't he go further?

Don't forget, the reason why Dolgon is not the emperor is because Fulin is his baby, and soon after the secret discussion between the two in the palace, Dolgon accidentally fell off his horse and died, and then he was posthumously crowned emperor.

Dolgon had a reason to tolerate Fulin, but he didn't have to!

Who dares to guarantee that they have already rolled up their sleeves, waved their fists to "reason" with Xuan Ye, and forcibly killed the Ao worship of the auxiliary government Suke Hasa, and they will not be able to carry out Wang Mang's story?

……

Ao Bai's face changed greatly, and the fierceness in his eyes flashed.

"A bunch of rubbish! Get out of here! ”

He rolled up his horse's sleeves and was about to step forward in a rage.

I'm a man!

Zhu Cijiong's face changed.

Just now, this guy solved the horror of more than a dozen big masters in an instant, and I still remember it vividly!

Zhu Cijiong was dumbfounded, if this guy ended up in person, he would not be able to escape death!

It's over, it's over.

Zhu Cijiong's face was full of sadness.

The waves are too ruthless, and the small life will be wasted......