Chapter 312: Rubber Doll
The issue of education was Zhu Shun's top priority in Chongzhen's eight years, not only to plant the seeds of science in the countryside, but also a major event that could be called a turning point.
Emperor.
The crown prince Zhu Cihong is already six years old, which is the best age to change his concepts and thoughts, and Zhu Shun wants to use "Mao Xuan", "Taizu's Autobiography", and "Taizu's Art of War" to personally train the prince.
I don't want the crown prince Zhu Cihong to become a great man through the ages like Taizu, as long as he can absorb the knowledge of these three books.
Daming, a rotten and rotten ship, will be saved.
However, if you want to become an emperor, you still need an opportunity, Zhu Shun sat in the industrial city, quietly waiting for the opportunity to come.
In the eighth year of Chongzhen, three major events occurred in the Ming Dynasty.
The first major event, Yuan Chonghuan, who had worked hard until Chongzhen for eight years, was scolded to death by the Donglin Party, and without Yuan Chonghuan's suppression, Jin merchants frantically flocked to the Jurchens and sent the Jurchens all kinds of burdens that were urgently needed.
Yuan Chonghuan's death relieved Chongzhen a lot of pressure, this Liaodong governor has been in Liaodong for almost ten years, and he has accumulated a lot of power, as the Donglin Party said, if there is a second Zhao Kuangyin, the Ming Dynasty will be destroyed in the hands of him Zhu Youzhen.
Chongzhen has not been able to make up his mind, worried that after Yuan Chonghuan died, no one would resist the army of Jiannu, and the provinces of Daming were full of rogues.
But according to the recitals submitted by the Donglin Party, Hong Chengchou has basically extinguished the Liukou, and the Donglin Party has sent Yuan Chonghuan a variety of recitals, and Chongzhen finally made up his mind in eight years.
It was already past the spring equinox, and it was snowing heavily in the capital again.
The sky is snowing heavily, the sky and the earth are white, and from a distance, it looks like a quiet and hazy ink painting.
In this ink painting, a man walks out, a down-and-out middle-aged man.
A prison suit.
Yuan Chonghuan walked out of the cell.
Last year, he was still the powerful governor of Liangliao, but this year he became a prisoner who was about to be executed, and the huge gap was enough to collapse an old minister who had been up and down in the sea for many years.
Yuan Chonghuan's face was still ruthless.
At the moment when Yuan Chonghuan walked out of the cell, standing in the sun, he felt cold to the bone.
For many years, Yuan Chonghuan, who has been ruthless, almost burst into tears.
The crime turned out to be collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country.
That year, a young man knelt in front of his parents, wanting them to forgive him for not being able to serve by his side, and he was going to Liangliao.
From the day the young man stood on the land of Liangliao, he never left this bitter cold land in his life.
Rong Ma spent half his life, tried his best to prevent the Manchu Qing from entering the Central Plains, and worked hard to protect the country.
In the end, what he got was a sentence of collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country.
Yuan Chonghuan, who had become a walking corpse, came to the execution site with a pair of handcuffs and leg irons.
There were many onlookers along the way, and these people he spent half his life protecting were not crying out for him.
Rather, one by one, invective.
Yuan Chonghuan clenched his fists tightly.
What is it for leaving his parents, leaving his hometown, and working hard for half his life in a bitter cold place.
For the sake of the country, the state said that he was a traitor, and for the sake of the people, the people said that he was a slave and clothed.
The sorrow of a hero is not in death, but in shedding blood for his own nation, but in the end being regarded as a traitor by this nation.
Yuan Chonghuan wanted to tear off the prison clothes on his body, pointed to the scars all over his body, and told the origin of these scars one by one.
He didn't, just slowly closed his eyes.
Several officials sitting on the beheading platform were all members of the Donglin Party, and they all showed great happiness when they looked at Yuan Chonghuan, who was about to be executed by Ling Chi.
What they don't know is that it is precisely because of this stupid behavior of these Donglin Party members that nine years later, not only the gold and silver land, but also the dignity of the Han people.
The world is proud to call itself a slave.
Zhu Shun stood in the crowd and watched this scene, quietly waiting for three o'clock in the afternoon.
It is usually at noon so that the prisoner can be a ghost after he dies.
Three o'clock in the afternoon is the peak of the day, and at this hour, the prisoner is beheaded, so that he can't even be a ghost.
I thought that Yuan Chonghuan had changed Ling Chi's ending, but he didn't expect it to be beheaded at three o'clock in the afternoon, which hit his heart even harder.
The emperor wouldn't even let him do it.
"It's three o'clock in the afternoon!"
"Boom!"
At that moment, the ground shook violently, as if a ground dragon had flipped over, and a large amount of rubble fell from the eaves.
Several members of the Donglin Party who were in charge of supervising the beheading fled in panic and were stoned to death by the collapsed beams.
When the prison cutting platform was in a panic, two strong men ran up to the prison cutting platform with something on their legs and threw them down on the stage.
There was also a strong man wearing a wide robe, who had been waiting beside him for a long time, and at the moment when that thing landed, from a blind corner that no one could see, he quickly put Yuan Chonghuan into a wide robe, and quickly escaped from the prison platform with Yuan Chonghuan in his arms.
After a stick of incense.
Everyone is back again, it's not that the earth dragon has turned over, it's because the gunpowder of the War Bureau has been improperly stored, and there was a big explosion in the Apocalypse year again, which affected the prison beheading platform.
After several Donglin Party officials came back, they immediately checked whether Yuan Chonghuan was still there, worrying that it was superfluous, Yuan Chonghuan was still on the prison platform, but the face on his face stiffened.
Thinking that Yuan Chonghuan had become a prisoner from the high Liaodong Governor, his face was stiff, and he immediately gave an order: "Execution." ”
As the big knife in the executioner's hand fell, Yuan Chonghuan's head was cut off, and a strange scene occurred.
Yuan Chonghuan's body had no bones and muscles, it was full of blood, and it all spurted out the moment the big knife fell.
Zhu Shun left here with a calm face.
The person on the beheading platform was not Yuan Chonghuan for a long time, but actually Yuan Chonghuan who was molded upside down with rubber, and recruited a charlatan who was good at changing faces, and depicted Yuan Chonghuan's face with lacquer.
I have to say that the craftsmanship of the warlock is superb and lifelike, if Zhu Shun hadn't known that it was fake, he would have thought it was really Yuan Chonghuan.
The Jianghu warlock has been taken to Nanyang by the prince of Fuwang, and the rubber mold is also made by the prince of Fuwang himself.
When the prince of Fuwang knew that he was going to snatch Yuan Chonghuan from Zhu Youzhen, he was so excited that he didn't sleep for several days, and he did it himself, reversed Yuan Chonghuan, and handed it over to the housekeeper of Fuwang's Mansion to pour pig's blood after sending it to the capital.
From front to back, this matter was manipulated by the prince of Fuwang, even if it was found out by Dongchang, Zhu Shun's head could not be found, only the prince of Fuwang could be found.
For the first and second ancestors of the capital, Chongzhen had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.
What Chongzhen wants is that Yuan Chonghuan is dead, to remove Yuan Chonghuan's prestige in the Liaodong border army, and as for whether he is dead or fake, he doesn't care.
Lamp pen