Zheng Chenggong is dead!

The eight-hundred-mile rush made the entire Qing court look happy, and the court here had just picked up the fold, and the news had already spread in the capital. After all, I don't know how long it had been since I heard such good news, and even the flag man in the city was ecstatic to set off a few strings of firecrackers, as if they wanted to celebrate the death of this man.

Zheng Chenggong is dead!

The Great Qing Kingdom has been saved!

Overnight, the banner people in this city all swept away the original full of sorrow, and the despair seemed to be news, they even thought of the first two years after entering the customs, and the experience of one prince Baylor being infected and dying of illness one after another, at that time, the Qing Kingdom was able to sit in the world without playing, and now, how could it be possible to lose the world? What's more, now that Zheng Chenggong is dead, there is no hope for Da Ming. And some people even swear by it.

The gas of the Great Qing Kingdom is not over yet!

Of course, that is, those banner people in the inner city will believe it, and for the Han people in the outer city, they believe in this Great Qing Kingdom, but it is just a rabbit's tail, and it can't grow!

After learning of Zheng Chenggong's death, Jin Zhijun didn't say anything, but just looked towards the south, his expression seemed a little complicated, and after looking at it for a while, he looked at the south for a long time, perhaps, only he knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Once upon a time, Jin Zhijun once envied the young man he had never met, not because he only supported half of the Ming Dynasty, but because he was loyal to him, envious of his courage, and jealous of what she could do, many people wanted to do but couldn't.

And now, after the news of Zheng Chenggong's death came, Jin Zhijun knew that he must have died of exhaustion, nothing else, just because of his father, he couldn't face all this.

If the imperial court had killed Zheng Zhilong earlier, maybe there wouldn't have been so much to do. At that time, he should really persuade the court to kill him.

However, all this is just hypothetical, while the news of Zheng Zhilong's death surprised Jin Zhijun, he was immediately keenly aware of the changes, and when Fang Qian left the court, the emperor left Ning Wan, the king of the government, and the ministers, he had vaguely guessed the result.

"Jin Quan!"

Calling the butler who had followed him for many years, Jin Zhijun asked.

"Have you prepared all the things you have prepared?"

A few months ago, Jin Zhijun ordered him to buy a house in the city, the house should not be big, but it should not be conspicuous, this army is in chaos, and there is always a place to hide.

If the house is too conspicuous, it will definitely provoke the eyes of the soldiers at that time. Even if the soldiers don't come to the door, those hooligans and ruffians may take advantage of the fire to rob.

But the house can't be too small, it's too small for so many people to live in it, and then there won't even be a place to hide. With the experience of the last time a thief entered Beijing. This time, he knew what to prepare. Although it is not necessarily necessary, it is better to plan for many things in advance.

"Back to the master, everything has been placed, and the sandwich wall in the house has been built."

Jin Quan replied truthfully. The sandwich wall is the hiding place of everyone, in case there are rebels who break in, people hide in the sandwich wall, and they can always escape.

"Then hurry up and pack your things......"

As soon as the words came out, Jin Zhijun shook his head and said.

"Don't pack your things, just go!"

It's time to go, and if you don't leave, I'm afraid you won't be in a hurry. If he packs up his things, it will be difficult for others to keep an eye on him, especially if he can't let others know his whereabouts. Now Jin Zhijun is not worried that he will not be able to leave, but that he may leave with another group of people and go out with those Manchurians? That's not self-defeating!

A few hours later, there was only a group of servants left in the Jin family's mansion, and no one knew where this Shangshu lord went, they just stayed here to watch the house according to the adult's instructions, as for when the adult will come back. Where did the adults go? That's not something they can know. Even if the imperial court sends someone to spread the word, I am afraid that this Shangshu Lord will not be found, but at this time, the imperial court seems to be unable to take care of these things, and now the imperial court itself is also there to prepare for leaving.

There was a lot of commotion in the palace, and the eunuchs and palace maids were secretly guessing there - how many days are there in the Qing Dynasty, for some old eunuchs and old palace maids, they naturally remember the days when the sky changed more than ten years ago, and the weather at that time was not as chaotic as it is now.

Of course, some people have even begun to come with great anticipation, looking forward to the return of the real master of the Forbidden City, in their opinion, this Manchurian is not the master of this place at all, and now it is okay, the main owner of the Forbidden City has returned. Of course, not all eunuchs and palace maids are like this, at least for the eunuchs around the emperor and the queen mother, of course, they are there lamenting like the master! After all, for them, their glory and wealth are tied to their masters, and now that the masters are leaving, what can they do.

They looked at the master with blank eyes, hoping that the master would be kind enough to leave with them, but at this time. The masters themselves can't take care of themselves, how can they take care of them.

The pale golden sun, obliquely shining down from the west palace wall, this sun shines on people's bodies, very warm, for Borzigit, who has suffered from the cold winter, this should be the time when she enjoys the warm sun, but now, she is not in this mood.

In any case, Borzigit can't imagine it, but in just a few years, the Great Qing Kingdom has actually fallen to this step today!

If it was Dolgon who became the emperor of the Great Qing Kingdom, would the Great Qing Kingdom be what it is today?

Borzigit secretly speculated, of course, she didn't know the answer, and she didn't know if it was her son who didn't do a good job as the emperor that made the Great Qing Kingdom fall into today's field, but she knew that the Central Plains Great Qing Kingdom might not be able to sit still!

"Huang Eniang, Huang Eniang."

Some hurried shouts broke the silence in the palace, and Borzigit looked out of the window and saw that the emperor was followed by the eunuchs, and the eunuchs in the palace had already greeted him. There was no need to wait for the eunuch to come in and make a report, and Borzigit stepped out of the room with the curtain on.

"The child has seen the emperor's mother!"

Shunzhi, who was happy and sweaty, just saw a salute, and then said with some excitement.

"Zheng Chenggong is dead!"

Zheng Chenggong is dead!

Borzigit was immediately taken aback and asked urgently.

"Where did you die? Is it true? ”

"He died in Fuzhou, contracted the disease and died, and the nickname given to him by King Gui was "Zhongwu" ......"

Fu Lin said with a smile on his face, as if he was afraid that Borzigit would not believe it, and deliberately emphasized.

"It was written in the newspapers in Jiangbei, and the newspapers called him "Zhu Zhongwu Gong"! ”

Nicknames, in this era, are the conclusion of a person's coffin, and nicknames not only have a specific meaning, but also have a specific rank. Among the nicknames of the word "Wen", "Wenzheng" is the most rare; It can only be made by special purpose, and cannot be discussed by the ministers; After all, this is the ultimate of human ministers. Although Zheng Chenggong said that he was a re-creation of the Ming Dynasty, he was not a civil official, but a military general, so his nickname was "Zhongwu", and Wenzheng and Zhongwu were the highest ranks of the civil and military generals. Like Guo Ziyi, who recreated the Tang Dynasty, is nicknamed "Zhongwu", Yue Fei is also nicknamed "Zhongwu" (first Wu Mu was later changed to Zhongwu), Zhuge Liang is also Zhongwu.

Although he hated Zheng Chenggong to the core, in Fulin's view, this "Zhongwu" was also in line with Zheng Chenggong's merits, and in his words, he also followed the official title of the Ming Dynasty "Zhu Zhongwu Gong", because Zheng Chenggong was given the surname of the country, and it was natural to call him "Zhu Zhongwu Gong".

"King Gui has lost an arm!"

Borziji nodded and said, but her expression did not change, she knew that Zheng Chenggong's death may not have changed anything.

"So, shall we still go?"

Although he knew that Zheng Chenggong's death had not changed anything, Borzigit still wanted to get an answer from his son, maybe, what if he didn't have to leave?

"The Emperor's Mother......"

Facing Eniang's question, the smile on Fu Lin's face went away, and after a while, he said.

"I have to go!"

After spitting out these words, Fulin said again.

"And it's going to have to be fast."

Still fast?

Fulin's answer stunned Borzigit, and she then asked.

"Why is that?"

Zheng Chenggong is dead, why do you have to leave quickly?

"Huang Eniang, now Zheng Chenggong suddenly contracted the disease and died, then Zheng Jing is only twenty years old, and there are many arrogant soldiers and fierce generals under his command, not to mention whether they obey their military orders, that is, Li Ziyuan, Zhu Mingzhong and others, and what their attitude is unknown, but everyone thinks that after they get the news, they will definitely send troops to Beijing immediately......"

After Fulin explained that the Ming army would soon attack the Jingshi, Borzigit nodded slightly, and then asked.

"Hey, when I entered the customs, the mourning family was thinking, maybe they always have to go, but how to go, has the court made up its mind?"

Borzigit did not question whether the emperor had made up his mind, but asked the "imperial court", and the reason why she asked this was precisely because of her distrust of Fu Lin and her understanding of her son, so that she clearly knew that this son had the best impulsiveness, and if he made his own decisions, then this matter would probably not be done.

Just like sending Dasu south, if he could wait for another two months, when Dasu gathered tens of thousands of troops on the left flank, plus tens of thousands of people in Beijing, and 150,000 or 60,000 troops went south, how could Zhu Mingzhong take advantage of it. Of course, Borzigit can't say these words, after all, the emperor is her son.

"It's decided!"

Fu Lin, whose expression had darkened, sighed.

"The ministers all feel that this Manchuria will definitely not be able to go back, even if they go back, now the land of Manchuria has been abandoned for more than ten years, even if they go back, hundreds of thousands of banner people will have no food and clothing, even if Shengjing is recaptured, there will be no food to eat at that time, so the ministers suggest that they go west!"

"Heading west?"

Looking at Fulin in surprise, Borzigit's eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Yes, to the west, only by looking west, can we avoid the hundreds of thousands of troops of the Ming thieves, the soldiers are divided into two roads, one way south through Henan into Shaanxi, the other way out of the capital to Zhang Heng direction out of the customs, into Mongolia, and then into Shaanxi Division, after the Shaanxi Division, and then send troops to the Western Regions......"

Listening to her son's explanation, Borzigit did not speak, for her as a Mongolian, such a "migration" was no stranger to her, and in the end she even nodded slightly in agreement.

"If this is the case, I don't know if it is the best policy, Genghis Khan first leveled the Western Regions, and then got the horses and strong soldiers of the Western Regions, and finally entered the Central Plains,"

Telling the story of Genghis Khan, which had been passed down from the mouths of his ancestors, Borzigit sighed again.

"So far, I'm afraid that's the only way to go! This soldier is divided into two ways, when the time comes, how to go? ”

Although she didn't know why the troops were divided into two ways, Borzigit knew that the ministers must have their intentions in making such a decision, and those ministers knew the situation better than her.

"Huang Eniang, you and I lead one of the roads, and then Ao Bai leads all the way to the soldiers, in addition to the 50,000 Beijing camps of the North Route Army, there are also guards accompanying the guards of the various families under it, so that the safety of the women and children in the Beijing camp is not worried!"

Weaving Baoyi into the army is Ning Wan's suggestion, since those Baoyi are slaves, they are also their own people in the eyes of the banner people, and now it is naturally a common thing to use Baoyi to protect the master.

And for the Great Qing Kingdom, since it is already about to be released. Now the most important thing in the Qing Kingdom is people, although those Baoyi are just their minions, compared to ordinary Han people, after all, they are reliable, take them out of the customs, and continue to serve their masters in the future. And it can also provide a source of troops for the Great Qing Kingdom, as long as there are soldiers, the Great Qing Kingdom will be able to rise again sooner or later. Maybe in a few years, the Great Qing Kingdom will be able to enter the Central Plains again!

"Well, it's reasonable for a slave to serve his master."

For Ning Wan's suggestion, Borzigitli strongly agrees, and there are times when minions can come in handy. After saying this, he motioned for Fu Lin to continue.

"On the other hand, there are 150,000 people, mainly Han Army Banner, Mengba Banner and Green Battalion soldiers, they go all the way south, if everything goes well, at least more than half of them can successfully enter Tongguan......"

The implication of Fu Lin's words is very clear, that is, the 150,000 are not only used to attract the attention of the Ming army, so that this side can leave the capital smoothly. It is also another guarantee of the Great Qing Dynasty.

After all, no one knows what will happen this time, so if the soldiers are divided into two ways, at least they can avoid losing everything.

"Well, that's fine."

After a little hesitation, Borzigit asked.

"One more thing......"

Looking at his son in front of him, Borzigit said with a serious expression.

"Since the troops are to be divided into two ways, there must be one more guarantee, in this case, there is one thing, you really have to do it......"

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