On the thirteenth day of the twelfth year of the Ming Dynasty, Kunming, the capital of Yunnan.

The thirty-five-year-old Son of Heaven Zhu Youlang sat on the throne in an ochre yellow Twelve Regiment Dragon Twelve Chapter gown, his face haggard.

Although he tried his best to hold on, anyone with a discerning eye could see that His Majesty the Emperor was on the verge of collapse.

The sun and moon on his shoulders, and the five-colored stars on his back pressed on this great genius like a boulder, making him breathless.

On the top of the main hall, the courtiers were in a mess and quarreled endlessly, and there was still a point of court deliberations.

"Ahem..."

Zhu Youlang couldn't stand it, and interrupted the courtiers' dispute with a dry cough.

"What do you think of today's affairs?"

The commander of the Jinyi Guard, who was dressed in a flying fish suit, made Wen'an Hou Ma Jixiang take the lead in the queue and said: "Your Majesty, the minister thinks that he should move to the west of Yunnan, and temporarily avoid the edge and then make plans. ”

Ma Jixiang's attitude is also the attitude of most courtiers today.

Now the Qing army is extremely prosperous, and the Ming Dynasty has lost Guizhou again.

In this case, there is no barrier in Yunnan, Kunming City has become a target, and it is a matter of time before the city is broken.

If you don't run away as soon as possible before the Qing army comes, it will be too late to wait until the Qing army arrives in the city.

It is a good choice to go to western Yunnan, and the Nujiang River can be used as a barrier to guard. If you can't do it, you can take refuge in Myanmar.

Liu Xuan, the lecturer of the Hanlin Academy, had a different opinion, and went out to play: "Your Majesty, the ministers heard that Shu was prosperous, Xunzhen was like a cloud, and the king of Gongchang was all in Zunyi, if Shu was fortunate to prosper, the perfect strategy was also." Today, the clouds are ruined on all sides, and if the car is fortunate to be foreign, no one in the civil and military forces will be willing to obey. So that the Mercedes can be taken off, and the feathers are lost, and they are sitting. However, Jianchang has been abundant year after year, and grain and grass have accumulated. If the fake road Xiangling, straight into Jiading, raise the sharp to must, that is, or the army is rampant in Jiayang, warships, merchant ships can brush thousands of ships at a moment, down the river Chongqing, straight to Kuiguan, thirteen Xun heard the saint to arrive, will be sandwiched on the river to welcome. Take advantage of this Welling, and smash the void of Jingxiang, like a spittle! ”

Zhu Youlang nodded, he also felt that it was a good choice for Jing Jianchang to enter Shu. Compared with the barren western Yunnan, Sichuan is a land of abundance. Although there have been a lot of wars and glooms over the years, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and it is far from being comparable to that of western Yunnan.

"What does King Jin think?"

Zhu Youlang looked at Li Dingguo again.

As the most loyal guardian of the Yongli court, the opinion of Li Dingguo, the king of Jin, is obviously very crucial.

Today's Li Dingguo is no longer the young Prince of Onishi, but has grown into a generation of war gods. He was a famous king twice, and he once made the Yongli court see the hope of turning the tables. It's a pity that in the end, it fell short because of internal friction.

After Sun Kewang rebelled and surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, the actual control scope of the Ming Dynasty was only the three provinces of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan.

Now that Guizhou has been lost again, it is really a critical moment of life and death.

Li Dingguo is very burly, standing there like a hill.

I saw him salute to the Son of Heaven and played: "Your Majesty, the minister will review the words of Speaker Liu." At this time, to move Jianchang, you must go through Wuding. But Wuding is desolate, and it must go all the way to Pennsylvania, and it is convenient to have a few grains and grasses. ”

Seeing that Li Dingguo also agreed, Zhu Youlang nodded and said: "In this case, Gong Aiqing and Wang Aiqing are ready to move to Shuzhong related matters." ”

Gong Yi, the secretary of the household department, and Wang Yinglong, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, immediately went out to receive the order.

When the army moved, the matter of food and grass was the top priority.

As for the driving matter, Zhu Youlang handed it over to Gao Wengui, Marquis of Guangchang.

"In that case, let us disperse."

Zhu Youlang only felt a little tired after answering the order, and waved his hand impatiently.

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That night, Zhu Youlang suddenly fainted. Han Miao, a close attendant, hurriedly summoned the imperial doctor to come for treatment.

Hearing that the Son of Heaven had fainted, the doctors from the Tai Hospital came to see him with a medicine box.

After some consultation, the doctors decided to administer the needle.

After a few stitches, Zhu Youlang finally woke up, but he didn't say a word.

This frightened the imperial doctors, His Majesty the Emperor shouldn't be stupid, right?

They immediately fell to their knees, not even daring to come out.

After a long time, Zhu Youlang said in a deep voice: "I'm fine, you Aiqing go out first." ”

As if they had been pardoned, the imperial physicians hurriedly withdrew from the temple with the medicine box.

"Emperor, you can scare the slave to death."

Han Miao, the waiter, knelt in front of the imperial couch and said in a trembling voice.

At this moment, Zhu Youlang is naturally no longer the original Yongli Emperor, and his soul comes from Zhu Yunlang, the curator of a private Prussian Ordnance Museum in later generations, who passed out because of drunkenness.

After waking up, he occupied the magpie's nest and became the Yongli Emperor Zhu Youlang, inheriting all the memories of the host.

Zhu Youlang, who has the memory of later generations, of course understands that the emperor he crossed over is not a hero, but on the contrary, an emperor who runs away.

If you want to rank a runaway emperor ranking on the forum, Emperor Yongli can definitely rank in the top three, that is, Song Gaozong Zhao Gou can barely compete with him for the top position.

It is now the twelfth year of Yongli, and if he remembers correctly, Emperor Yongli will soon abandon Kunming and flee to western Yunnan, and soon abandon the country and enter Burma.

Wait, why did he remember that Zhu Youlang finally decided to go to Sichuan in the early dynasty?

How is this different from the historical situation? Or is he unaware of some of the details?

Of course, Zhu Youlang didn't know that Zhu Youlang also planned to go to Sichuan at the beginning, but it was only because Ma Jixiang was afraid that Wen Anzhi was in Sichuan and was afraid of fighting for power with him, so he slandered Li Dingguo, the king of Jin, and persuaded Li Dingguo and Yongli to finally change to Yongchang.

But none of this is important in Zhu Yunlang's opinion.

Now that the situation in the Ming Dynasty is in danger, what is the difference between going to western Yunnan and going to Sichuan?

It's just that going to Sichuan can last a while longer.

Damn, how could his luck be so bad and cross over to a dying man.

Is it really enjoyable to be an emperor for a few days?

"Stand down, and don't let anyone in without my orders."

Zhu Youlang quickly entered the role, and waved his hand to signal Han Miao to retreat.

In his impression, Han Miao was the old man by his side, and he had been by his side since he was still the King of Yongming.

The celebrant and eunuch were changed from Wang Kun to Pang Tianshou, and the first assistant of the cabinet was replaced, but Han Miao has always served loyally.

I still believed in Han Miao and Zhu Youlang, but now he is upset and wants to be alone.

"The slave obeys."

Han Miao nodded, as long as the emperor was fine.

Then he bowed down and exited the temple, and carefully closed the door.

The dormitory was now empty, and Zhu Youlang stood up and paced, letting out a lament from time to time.

He couldn't come up with a perfect solution after thinking about it, no matter how he looked at the current situation, it was a dead end.

Is he really going to die in this southwestern land?

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