Bolo got up early in the morning, and years of life on the horse had developed his unbreakable habit of getting up early the next day, no matter how busy or tired he was the day before.

Walking out and standing on the Xianxia Pass, he waved away the soldiers who followed behind him.

The trees on the eastern hills shone a little red, as if the sun was deliberately letting people know of his arrival. Most of the trees on the top of the surrounding hill are still blue and black. Gradually, the blue-black faded a little, and became lighter and lighter. Finally, the sun seemed to try to break free from the drag of the peak, and stood trembling on the tip of the highest tree on the top of the mountain with only one leap. The southern sun has its usual gentleness, red but not bright, bright but not blazing, and begins to shine on the land of the south.

He sighed in his heart again, sighing at the miracle of the Creator, who had given himself martial arts so that he could have all this. He wanted to shout at the mountains and the camp of the Ming army under them, "I, Bolo, I'm coming, I'm here to take the world I deserve, because of my bravery, you all belong to me." ”

He was ecstatic because of yesterday's accomplishments. Zheng Zhilong, the leader of the Zheng family, who is the pillar of Fujian, was sent to the capital by him yesterday on the pretext of entering the capital to face the saint.

A set of fists, horses, bows, and knives came down, and Bo Luo's white face was already flushed, and he took the hot hand towel that Ruan Dacheng handed over from the guards.

"Ruan Gong, you have made the first contribution to solving the Zheng family's affairs this time. Don't worry, I will definitely give you credit to the imperial court, but I am afraid that the imperial court will listen to Ruan Gong's wit, and it will not be able to say that it will be reused. ”

"Where does the marshal say, where does the slave have the credit, it all depends on the marshal's painstaking thinking to have this great victory, and where does the slave have any merit at all. Even if the slave has made a difference in this matter, it is also because of the great marshal's efforts to cultivate, to say that the imperial court has another important use, the slave really does not dare to take credit, and is willing to lead the horse and whip for the marshal to lay a big territory for my Qing Dynasty. ”

Ruan Dacheng knew in his heart that half of what Bo Luo said was too much, and if he showed a little bit of pride, he was afraid that this head would not be able to top in a few days. So when Bolo first spoke, he had already gone down a thousand times, and he didn't dare to look up again.

Bolo suddenly felt some pity for the man kneeling in front of him. He let out a long breath and looked up at the blue sky. In the clear sky, an eagle spreads its strong feathers and soars happily above the boundless earth. "To say that this person in front of him, although he has always behaved as a villain, he can be regarded as having some talents, after all, he was also a minister who entered the cabinet. It's just that he didn't have such courage at that time. Hum! The beast can't soar into the clouds just because it is bound by the earth, and the reason why the eagle flutters its wings is only for its strong feathers, which would rather not bend than bend.

"Report ......" a herald ran to the front ...... in a hurry.

At this moment, Zheng Zhilong has traveled a hundred miles. He was almost in a state of being escorted in disguise, but he was freehand and leisurely, looking back at the brothers, some of them had gloomy faces, and some of them looked around, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their hearts.

"Since everyone said that it was good, I can't pull down the brothers when I go to Beijing to meet the emperor this time, so as to reflect the brotherhood of my Zheng brothers."

Thinking about what he said to the brothers when he came, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Zhilong's mouth: "I hope Sen'er will have returned to the camp" How could Zheng Zhilong, who had been a Haikou for so many years, not know the trick of doing business - he couldn't put all the eggs in one blue.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance and sighed in his heart: "The clear mountains and green waters of Fujian, when will I, Zheng Zhilong, come back here." You brothers, where do you understand why I disregarded the scolding of the world and dedicated this Xianxia Pass. Why did I drive away the son of the main battle again, and also put Zheng Hongkui, who was the main battle, in Fuzhou. He turned his head to look at the brothers who couldn't help it, and suddenly became happy again in his heart: "Boluo Xiao'er, where do you understand that I am just a measure to protect the power of my Zheng family's century-old foundation, but this time I will enter Beijing to face the saint, but it depends on how to arrange it for me, and there are tens of thousands of troops and thousands of fleets led by my son in Fujian, and how the imperial court does not value me." In the future, if it is still his Zhu family, my son will be the father, and at this time I will be a hero who goes deep into the tiger's den, is this founding father still rare? If this Qing Dynasty wins the world, this Fujian land is not the world of my Zheng family. It's just that Sen'er is suffering, and I have to work hard with these Tartars, but these are nothing compared to the Zheng family's century-old foundation, and then my grandfather's family will live for a few years, run my Zheng family's overseas business, and gallop on the sea is also a beautiful thing. Thinking of this, he couldn't help shaking his hand whip triumphantly, and sang a small song that was spread all over Fujian in his mouth. The brothers on the side looked at their eldest brother puzzled, and shook their heads secretly in their hearts: "My eldest brother has lost his power and overthought about it, and he has lost his mind and gone crazy." They looked at each other and laughed with "hehe".

As soon as Bolo entered the Zheng family's camp, he was shocked by the image, the entire camp was empty, and the 50,000 horses were withdrawn overnight, leaving only the camp tent as a plan for suspicious soldiers, and a few straw men wearing Ming army clothes and armor. It was only then that he realized that Ruan Dacheng actually came up with a bad idea, "forcing him to show his intentions...... Ha ha...... Haha......" Bolo smiled bitterly, fortunately, the road to the west has been smoothed, and he has an explanation for the imperial court.

In the tent where the rapidly retreating army was temporarily encamped, a man was dressed in a so-called golden chain mail with a copper glow, covered with a handsome red robe, a handsome golden helmet on his head, and a white jade belt around his waist, showing his heroic spirit as the commander of the first army. But it's not Zheng Sen.

Everyone will ask, "Why him", but I have to ask "Why not him", father and son play a good double reed. On one side is the powerful and irresistible Qing army, and on the other side is the Zhu family's rivers and mountains, where to go...... Fighting tigers still relies on brothers, and fathers and sons are needed to go into battle.

"Father, it's smooth sailing" Zheng Sen, who was already the marshal of the Zheng family, looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky and said softly.

Zhu Yujian slammed the pen in his hand against the wall, and asked in disbelief with trembling lips: "More than 200 letters?!" These people eat my Ming Fenglu, but they secretly communicate with the Qing court. ”

The leader of the Jinyi Guard, who was kneeling at the bottom, shrank in fright, but still stubbornly said: "Yes, the emperor does have something." ”

Zhu Yujian seemed to be unable to vent his turbid breath, and he looked around nervously, as if he wanted to find someone for him to vent to. After that, he held back and nodded his head indiscriminately, "It's okay...... Get out ......," he yelled at Chen Rong, the leader of the Jinyi Guard, who was kneeling below.

Chen Rong shouted in fear: "Holy Lord, please take care of the dragon body." ”

At this time, Jinyiwei has long lost the power of previous years, and Jinyiwei under Zhu Yujian is no longer the institution that can copy the minister's house at any time and cut it first at any time. They are still using various means of surveillance, but only surveillance. Because of the weakening of power, they are less arrogant and more loyal.

Zhu Yujian sighed, held back his anger, and reluctantly nodded: "I'm fine...... Get out. ”

After a pause, he said to Chen Rong, who was already kneeling backwards underground: "Remember, this matter must not be leaked to anyone. ”

Chen Rong stopped and looked up and asked, "Your Majesty, what about those insiders?" ”

Zhu Yujian's eyes suddenly shot a fierce look, and the frightened Chen Rong lowered his head and didn't dare to look at it again, regretting that he was not decisive enough.

"Alas! It's up to you to take care of it, and remember to just keep it from anyone else. ”

Chen Rong breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, "Your Majesty, please take care of the dragon's health and well-being, and your subordinates will guarantee it with a head, and this matter will never leak out." If there is a leak, the subordinates should automatically present the head of the item, and the subordinates will retire," he said, kneeling to the door and retreating, before standing up and retreating.

As soon as he returned to the office, he retreated into the secret room with a few cronies.

"Big Brother ......"

Chen Rong shook his head and motioned to be silent. The hand made a knife-like gesture to kill.

Several of his cronies turned pale and looked at their leader in disbelief.

"Could it be ......?" a bold one wanted to say a few words.

Chen Rong just shook his head...... There was only a strange silence in the room, and everyone who was quiet just wanted to die in this silence.

The ministers of the court, will retreat, and order the ministers to take out a plate, covered with a yellow handkerchief, and put it in front of the emperor.

On this day, Yan Parallel ended the early dynasty early, and several attendants before the dispersal took out a few jade plates covered with yellow cloths, and the ministers did not know what they meant, but they thought that who had won the award and wanted to be rewarded.

Behold, behold their Lord, who is seated on high. Zhu Yujian, who was sitting on the dragon chair, did not say anything in his eyes.

The jade plate held by several chamberlains was displayed in front of the courtiers, and they walked out of the palace gate, and firewood had already been laid in the middle of the door outside the door, and fire oil was sprinkled. The contents of the plate are covered in it. The chamberlain turned around and showed the innocent jade plates to the ministers again, and one by one they flashed aside.

Zhu Yujian bowed on the dragon chair and said: "I didn't have the idea of establishing a meritorious career in this troubled world, just for the sake of the Ming Dynasty and for the sake of my thousands of people in the Ming Dynasty, and I will reign in charge of the country under the support of your ministers." I only hope that one day I will defeat the Qing people, rebuild my Ming Shenwei, and rebuild the peace and happiness of my Ming people. All of us did not covet comfort and enjoyment, and worked all day long for the restoration of the rivers and mountains and the safety of the people. We and you are only the ancestors at the top, the people at the bottom, and the emperor, but we are afraid that we will not be supported by all the people.

It's just that some of us have forgotten the oath we made together, and made some things that are not as good as pigs and dogs, a few days ago, Xianxia closed the officers and soldiers of our army, and found more than 200 copies of the book of surrender in the pass, and now they are here. I didn't plan to know his name, just now I had ordered all the servants to be thrown into the fire and destroyed," Speaking of this, Zhu Yujian had already shed tears and his voice was choked. He paused to clear his throat and continued, "There are a few of you here, I don't want to ask, I don't want to hear it. I just want to say that we are all Han people, we are all men among the Han people, can we bury the inheritance of our ancestors in this way! If so, what face do we have to survive in the world? In the end, Zhu Yujian could barely cry.

There were also whimpering voices among the ministers below, and they looked at each other one by one. There were such patriotic ministers who were already in tears, and for a moment the entire court was full of frustration and sorrow.

"I hope we all think about it, whether we Han people want to be slaves of the Hu people again, whether we Han people should be slaves of the Hu people, and whether we Han people want to be slaves of the Hu people......" After saying the last few sentences, Zhu Yujian no longer paid attention to the ministers above the court, and returned to the harem with a drop of sleeves.