In the early years, the envoy of King Chuang was also a reader who read poetry and books, but later he repeatedly failed and saw through the officialdom controlled by Mr. Bureaucrat, so he became a staff member of King Chuang in frustration.

Among King Chuang's many staff, he was chosen as the messenger who decided the fate of the army, and there was naturally a reason.

The envoy of King Chuang continued: "Relief for the poor is just an order shouted by Li Zicheng, and the proprietor of my family has never had such an idea. ”

"As long as you support the proprietor of my family to become the king of the northwest, all the Donglin party members from the northwest will be given the greatest protection."

"As for those local squires who don't belong to the Donglin Party, King Chuang can only let them fend for themselves."

When the Donglin Party members heard the sentence of fending for themselves, they all raised their heads and smiled.

I didn't expect this mud-legged thief to be quite good at being a man, saying that he was left to fend for himself, but in fact, he was allowed to be swallowed by the Donglin Party.

Surrender part of the benefits in exchange for the support of the Donglin Party.

As long as it's profitable, it's easy to do.

The Donglin Party officials spoke, but they stood up and took their leave, leaving the secret hall.

There is no support for it, and there is no saying that it is not supported, but the two sides are tacit.

A few days later.

The envoy of the king who attracted the attention of the government and the opposition actually got the emperor's permission to enter the court, which immediately caused an uproar in the government and the opposition.

City of Industry.

Inside the workers' hall.

Rao was Song Yingsheng's warm spring breeze, but he couldn't help but pat the armrest of the Huanghuali official hat chair heavily, and his face turned red: "How can this be true!" Outrageous. ”

"The Donglin Party has sold the country, and it really spared no effort to support the rebellious ministers and thieves to go to the court!"

"Isn't it a disguised recognition of the status of the thief, and the sacrifice of more than 100,000 soldiers of my Ming Dynasty has become a meaningless infighting!"

Zhu Shun personally poured a cup of the world's first fragrant osmanthus tea to Song Yingsheng, so that this good gentleman who took the case to dissipate his anger, and said in his heart that Huang Zongxi was not here.

If Huang Zongxi was here, with his freedom from fear of power, he would have scolded him a long time ago.

is not like this gentle and gentle gentleman, even if he is angry, he just scolds him.

Zhu Shun and the others didn't have that ear blessing to hear Huang Zongxi's scolding, and several Shangshu waiters of the Donglin Party should have this ear blessing, presumably at this time, Huang Zongxi had already blocked the door one by one and scolded him.

It is not easy for Zhu Shun to see Song Yingsheng like this, for this Mr. Song, who likes to stand under the old tree in the ancestral hall and teach.

Now this angry look is obviously encountering something more unbearable than killing his wife and children.

Zhu Shun glanced at Cao Wenyao, who was tepidly sitting in a wheelchair, and was very curious about how this man could be so tepid, it stands to reason that this man from Liaodong has long seen something falling.

At this time, he was more calm than Song Yingsheng, a scholar, but sat tepidly on the side, not at all indignant because of the traitorous behavior of the Donglin Party.

Zhu Shun habitually analyzed the reason, and understood that Cao Wenyao should be the same as himself, full of confidence in the infantry and artillery coordination tactics.

In order to prevent Song Yingsheng from being dissatisfied with Cao Wenyao and affecting the relationship between these two strategic talents, Zhu Shun seemed to have no intention of actually having a new explanation: "Brother Wenyao should also have confidence in Ding Jiao." ”

Cao Wenyao glanced up at Zhu Shun, who had a calm face, and knew what his sister-in-law meant when he said this, so he didn't bother to explain, so he said tepidly: "I've been used to it for a long time." ”

A sentence to get used to.

actually extinguished the indignation in Song Yingsheng's heart, and the face that often had a warm smile like a spring breeze produced a trace of loneliness: "Yes." ”

"If the Donglin Party doesn't betray the country, it won't be called the Donglin Party."

At this time, there was a sudden sound of 'clanging' downstairs, and there was a loud scolding.

In normal times, Zhu Shun doesn't have the leisure time to pay attention to these things, and someone will deal with the changes in the workers' hall.

Not today, Zhu Shun didn't need to look to know what was going on downstairs, got up and walked out.

On the first floor of the workers' hall, it was no surprise that there were a large number of industrialists carrying flintlock muskets, and Zhou Yuanwai, who was already full of gray hair, even held a Dongfeng rocket with several industrialists who were also quite old.

Zhu Shun glanced at the model and knew that this Dongfeng rocket should have been snatched from Zhou Yuji, the eldest son of Zhou Yuanwai, and it was not difficult to guess what this Dongfeng rocket was used for.

The industrialists were going to blow up the mansion of the Donglin Party Shangshu and defend the dignity of the Ming Dynasty with their lives.

The dignified Ming Dynasty actually bowed to a chaotic minister and thief, how could these industrialists who were bent on saving the country bear it.

Zhu Shun wanted to persuade the industrialists not to make senseless sacrifices, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to speak, did he want to stop these industrialists from serving the country.

I can't say it, and I can't find an excuse.

Just when many old men with gray hair were ready to defend the dignity of the Ming Dynasty with their lives, a student of the Army Martial Arts Hall with a sallow face rushed into the workers' hall.

After the students of the Army Martial Arts Hall rushed day and night, although their complexions were ugly, their faces were unusually ecstatic: "Hou Ye good news!" Great success! ”

"General Sun and Cao Commander defeated 200,000 thieves."

"Squad Leader Cao led the students of the Army Lecture Hall to know that they had found the location where the thieves stored grain and grass, and they burned the hope of the thieves to make a comeback!"

Silence immediately fell in the noisy workers' hall, and the industrialists looked at the boy who suddenly collapsed on the ground in disbelief, unable to believe that this was true.

Defeat the thieves?

Who in the world does not know that there are 200,000 thieves.

How many Tongguan defenders are there?

But a few thousand.

A few thousand defeated an army of two hundred thousand?

I am afraid that the founding general Chang Yuchun and the crown prince Shaobao Qi Jiguang are alive, and they dare not say that they defeated 200,000 veterans who have fought in the south and north for many years with just a few thousand newly trained recruits.

The industrialists all looked at Zhu Shun with expectation but worry, and at this time, only the backbone of the industrial faction could convince the industrialists.

Zhu Shun asked with a calm face: "Why didn't Old Man Zhou go to the capital." ”

Zhu Shun not only did not stop them from going to the capital, but encouraged them, and the industrialists were relieved.

Zhou Yuanwai scolded with a smile: "the fart, the old man won't be a backing for the Donglin Party." ”

After laughing and scolding, Zhou Yuanwai waved his hand: "Go!" Drink and go! Tonight, the old man pays the money and doesn't get drunk and doesn't return! ”

The gray-haired industrialists next to them laughed when they heard that the Zhou Yuan who was searching for a drink outside the company.

"Lao Zhou is really rare to be so atmospheric."

"Hurry up, the old man will drink him poor tonight."

"You pay for it? Why do you pay for it, the old man pays for it tonight! ”

A group of white-haired old men pushed and shoved out of the workers' hall, scolding and scolding, and they were about to start a fight if they didn't agree with each other.

It's just that the white-haired old men are not fighting for power and profit, nor are they fighting for money, but they are fighting for money.

Fight to be the owner of tonight.

Middle-aged and younger industrialists also want to be a treat, but in today's situation, they obviously can't intervene.

Da Ming clearly won a big battle.

The middle-aged and younger generation of industrialists, on the contrary, followed sullenly, like angry little daughters-in-law.

Heartway.

I'm not an old man.

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