At the time of the rooster's crow, that is, more than an hour after the melee at Dongzhimen, the capital fell!

The city was not captured, and the officials who defended the city opened the city gate, and when they learned that the gate of Dongzhi Gate was wide open and someone killed them, they thought that the emperor had fled, so they opened the city gate and wanted to invite the Liukou with the merit of dedicating the city.

After the officials guarding the city opened the city, when the rogues began to enter the city from different places, looking at the queen and concubine who had committed suicide by hanging beams, Chongzhen, who was silently sad, walked so dejectedly, and when he passed through the imperial garden, he saw a crow fluttering from the ancient cypress tree and flying out of the Forbidden City.

The eunuchs guarding the gate had already fled, and only two people remained. When they saw the emperor coming, they quickly opened the door and knelt on the side of the road, bowing their heads and not daring to look up.

After leaving the Xuanwu Gate, Chongzhen has been riding to the coal mountain, and after the horse at the foot of the West Mountain, he ordered Wang Chengen to lead the way in front and take a look at the top of the mountain along the path. Wang Chengen concluded that the "thieves" were coming to the imperial city, and said anxiously:

"Your Majesty, it's already dawn, and we can't delay any longer."

Chongzhen didn't answer, just continued to move forward. Seeing this, Wang Chengen had no choice but to walk in front and lead the way.

Although the coal mountain is only a dozen zhang, its peak is the highest place in the capital. The sky was so full of clouds that it was already dark, but it was slow to brighten, and there were still scattered light rains. With this cool breeze and drizzle, he staggered all the way down, Chongzhen's hair was even more scattered, although this appearance was out of grace, but he thought that he was about to be martyred, what is this!

There are five peaks in the coal mountain, and there are pavilions in all five peaks. The two of them went to the middle of the coal mountain, which is the highest point of the coal mountain and the highest point of the capital. There is a pavilion built on the top, and if it is an ordinary mediocre king of the dead country, it will definitely be panicked, or crying bitterly, or trying to escape. But Chongzhen, who has a strong temperament, is different from others. At this time, he was able to remain calm, neither crying bitterly nor panicking.

Standing on the top of the mountain, he looked at the palaces in the palace city, thinking that these palaces that were built in the Yongle period and rebuilt by generations of ancestors were going to fall into exile from now on, he felt deeply ashamed of his ancestors, and his heart was like a knife, and two lines of tears flowed out.

"Wang Chengen, do you know why I didn't burn these palaces?"

Suddenly, Chongzhen came up with such a sentence.

"When Emperor Chengzu built the imperial city, I don't know how much people's power was consumed, if I ordered the palace to be burned, the thieves would definitely use their people's strength to build the palace, so wouldn't it increase the burden of the people, that is, in the future, Zhu Ciying will restore the country, and the palace will be rebuilt, I have already suffered the people, so I can't bear to tire the civilians anymore......"

After saying that, he looked at the capital from afar, and thought that the "thieves" who entered the city must be robbing and committing adultery everywhere. Killing, I couldn't help but sigh bitterly:

"Alas, I am really incompetent, I can't keep the ancestor's country, not to mention, and I have also harmed the people of the city!"

In fact, as the emperor, at least in his heart, Chongzhen has always remembered the people. Perhaps this is the biggest difference between the emperors of the Ming Dynasty and the emperors of previous dynasties.

They may have shortcomings of one kind or another, but in their hearts, no matter what time it is, their hearts will always be concerned about those people.

Even at this time, for Emperor Chongzhen, his heart was still full of guilt for the people, and he felt that it was his own incompetence that would cause the people to suffer so many disasters.

王承恩 says:

"The emperor is really a holy monarch, and at this time he is still thinking about the people of the city!"

Chongzhen said again.

"Since ancient times, when the country has been destroyed, and the monarch has been martyred, there will be subjects who will die. I have been raising the land for 300 years, and I am deeply gracious, is you the only one who does not forget the grace of the king and does the best for me? ”

"Emperor, the slave and maid dare to speak, in the face of this catastrophe, the ministers inside and outside the Beijing Division, as well as the loyal and righteous people, once they learn that the emperor is martyred, there will definitely be many people who die for the emperor's festival, not only the slave and the maid!"

Chongzhen's heart felt a little comforted, and suddenly said:

"Where is Prime Minister Wen's ancestral hall?"

Wang Chengen pointed to the northeast direction, choked up and said:

"In that direction, not far from the country. The emperor, a loyal minister like Wen Tianxiang who was willing to kill himself, could not save the death of the Song Dynasty. Since ancient times, the rise and fall of the country is related to the number of qi, the emperor has passed on the throne to Zhu Ciying, if he really has magical powers, he will definitely be able to change his luck against the sky, repeat my great Ming qi, please ask the emperor to open a little, or hurry up and commit suicide, don't wait for the thieves to come to his side, humiliating the wisdom of the ancestors! ”

Thinking that yesterday Li Banghua had told him that he would hang himself in Prime Minister Wen when he was in the City of Thieves and Soldiers, maybe he had already hanged himself at this time. In fact, after Li Banghua heard yesterday that the Liukou had broken the outer city, he moved to the ancestral hall of Prime Minister Wen with his servants, ready to commit suicide at any time. He sighed and wept incessantly throughout the night. The more he thought about it, the more he thought that if the emperor adopted his suggestion of "moving south", the Ming Dynasty would not have the disaster of destroying the country today.

Thinking that he had received the grace of four generations of emperors, but he could not protect the Ming Dynasty, Li Banghua couldn't help crying under the candlelight.

"Ashamed of the first emperor, ashamed of the first emperor......"

After an unknown night, he learned from his servants that the "thieves" had entered the inner city. He walked to the statue of Wen Tianxiang, made three deep bows, and said with tears in his eyes:

"Banghua is in a national disaster, please follow Mr. underground!"

Then he looked at the hemp rope that the servant had tied for him on the beam of the house, and a single stool under the rope, and sat down at ease to study the ink, as if he were chanting something. The faithful servant took the paper and spread it on the table, bowed down in a trembling voice, and said:

"The thief has already entered the inner city, please write a will, and the old slave will definitely send a proper servant to Jishui Mansion."

Li Banghua shook his head and said:

"As a minister of the imperial court, the country has died, what else is in the Jishui Mansion! The country is ruined, the country is ruined, the country is ruined, the family is ruined......"

After saying that, he stood up, and he inscribed three lines of desperate poems directly on the wall:

The dignified husband is a disciple of the sages,

Loyalty and filial piety swear to the death,

I am worthy of the order in danger!

……

Again, Chongzhen thought of Li Banghua's suggestion that Nanxing Nanjing, and he sighed deeply when he regretted it too late.

Turning to the southeast direction, thinking that in the early hours of this morning, Zu Dashou and they had already escorted the prince and the princess out of the capital, and with Zu Dashou's ability, he should be able to lead them out of the capital safely.

As for the future, the Ming dynasty will be handed over to you in the future, Zhu Ciying, you have not lived up to your ancestors!

If you...... That's it, that's it!

While shaking his head and sighing lightly, Chongzhen saw a fire coming out of the easterly place in Chongwen Gate. He shuddered and stared intently at the firelight. In a moment, another flash of fire erupted not far from the firelight. The two flames quickly turned into flames.

Looking at the firelight in horror, Wang Chengen said to Chongzhen:

"Emperor, that fire is burning the Xinlehou Mansion and the Gongjuma Mansion! It must be that after the thieves entered the Chongwen Gate, they robbed and burned the two royal families first! ”

Looking at the fire and smoke in the distance, Chongzhen said in a trembling voice:

"They are loyal servants of my Ming Dynasty! It's a pity. ”

Thinking of these two royal families, they must have set fire to themselves first, and the whole family set themselves on fire. What saddened him the most was that his grandmother was 80 years old and had encountered the disaster of losing her country. Thinking that because of his death, my grandmother's whole family set themselves on fire, and my heart suddenly became more and more heavy, everything was due to the incompetence of my grandson......

Seeing that the emperor was silent, Wang Chengen knelt down at his feet and pleaded anxiously:

"The emperor is the lord of heroic martyrs, generous martyrdom, without further ado, please do your best ......"

Chongzhen, who had a strong temperament, had already decided to die for his country, although he knew that the thieves might have entered the noon gate, he behaved very calmly and composedly, which was completely different from Wang Chengen's panic. His calm Wang Chengen said.

"Don't panic, let me stay a little longer."

Chongzhen continued to stand under the pavilion of the main peak of the coal mountain, holding on to the railing, staring south, at this time he did not have the slightest fear in his heart, his mood was very calm, and he secretly comforted himself:

"It's nothing, the monarch is dead, and the righteousness is right."

His mood changed from calm to relaxed, and many past events came to mind one after another. He thought about the past seventeen years, what did he get in exchange for his hard work?

Now, the thieves have entered the imperial city, the queen has committed suicide, Concubine Yuan has committed suicide, and he himself will commit suicide soon, as for the life and death of his sons and daughters, he still does not know. Looking back on the past, it's like a dream! He didn't want to think about it anymore, but he felt very sore in his heart, sighed hatefully, and finally looked at the sky and said:

"Oh my God! The ancestors of the three hundred years of the country were lost to me! Lost in my hands! It's a pity that I worked hard, ate and wore clothes, worked hard, dreamed of prosperity, but the ministers were greedy for money, the generals were afraid of death, there was only a battle for the door in the court, and there was a lack of ministers who shared their worries for me, and in the end they ended up with a tragedy of destroying the country and destroying the clan. Once the country is destroyed, personnel are wrong, the mountains and rivers change, where is the reason of heaven! …… Alas, heavens! What is the reason that I am not the king of the country and I am suffering from the disaster of the country? What is the reasoning of this......

In many cases, he really couldn't figure out why this was, but at this moment, he suddenly thought of the Wenchen Xungui that Zhu Ciying had killed in Nanjing, and couldn't help but be excited.

"Kill well, kill well, all the civil and military generals can be killed, and all can be killed......"

yes, those people deserve to be killed. If it weren't for the fact that they were a scourge on the government. How could the Ming Dynasty come to this point today.

How could he lose his ancestors. How could it be possible to displace so many people?

yes, if you can be as dictatorial as that kid. How could those people deceive their superiors and subordinates, and cause themselves to lose their ancestors' wealth like this.

Hey, I am not the king of the country, but I have suffered from this disaster. It's all their sin.

If not for them. Why so?

Let's hope he can turn the tide.

Chongzhen couldn't help but sigh again, at this moment, his heart was full of all kinds of emotions, but more was remorse......