After the capital of May of the sixteenth year of Yongli, at this time there was no trace of "Tartar" atmosphere, once upon a time, those who deliberately learned the Manchu accent in order to echo and please the flag people, this will not be learned again, if someone really says that, not only can not be cheap, but will be caricatured as "two Tartars".

Especially when going out of the city gates, because there are probably Tartars mixed in with the people, those who go out of the city need to say a few words to prove that they are not Tartars.

Holding the horse stiff, when he came to the city gate, Shi Lei was also stopped, but he went out half a foot away from the person in front of him.

Although he didn't see what the soldier was gesturing, the man here had just opened his mouth when the soldier next to him drew his knife and snorted coldly.

"How many!"

Despite being half a foot apart, Shi Lei could still see the man's body trembling and shaking, and he couldn't even say anything.

"Chop!"

As soon as the words of the official on the side fell, the man was pulled by the soldiers to the moat, although the man cried "wronged", crying "I am Han", but it did not have any meaning, suddenly, the cry stopped abruptly.

People died.

There was another head hanging from the shelf by the moat.

Compared to entering the city, leaving the city is much more severe, and even the slightest carelessness can accompany your life, and the shelves by the moat are hung high with several heads and corpses full of flies, which remind people of the fate of saying the wrong thing. And the people are so used to this that they don't even look at it.

It's just a few dead Tartars, what's there to see? As for whether they are wronged or not, no one will care, who makes them unable to speak human words.

It was Shi Lei's turn, the soldier wearing the gray cloth military uniform glanced at Shi Lei who was leading the horse in front of him, and he was also looking at the soldiers, the soldiers' uniforms were very similar to those of the Loyal Army, if there was anything different, I am afraid that the uniforms of the Loyal and Righteous Army were better worked.

"How much is this?"

The soldier stretched out his hand and gestured a "six".

"Master Jun, this is not niu......"

When answering the soldier's question in a flattering manner, Shi Lei knew that the Manchurian people did not read liu but niu. As Shi Lei, who was born in Jinyiwei, naturally knew the dialects of various places, coupled with his fluent official language, the soldier just glanced at him a few times, and then let him go.

However, despite being released, when leaving the Beijing Division, Shi Lei was still scared and broke out in a cold sweat, the soldiers on the moat before killed people indiscriminately, even if he was used to seeing the wind and waves, he couldn't help but be afraid, after all, he was shouldering a heavy responsibility.

After leaving the capital, he did not go directly to Shanhaiguan, but went to the imperial mausoleum, went to the mausoleum of the first emperor, when he arrived at the imperial mausoleum, he saw that the craftsmen were removing the tombstones in the stele pavilion, because before he came, he had heard that the king of Chu ordered to allocate 30,000 taels to rebuild the imperial mausoleum, so I saw the craftsmen here, but I didn't feel curious.

"This old man, why did you want to remove the tombstone of the first emperor?"

Shi Lei, who was a little puzzled, walked over and asked the supervisor on the side.

"This gentleman, this monument was repaired by Qing Yu, what do you see what is written on that monument?"

The words of the supervisor asked Shi Lei to look at the tombstone, only to see that it was written "Daming Qin Tianshou Dao Min Yi Dun Jian Hongwen Xiang Wu Ti Ren Zhi Xiao Zhuang Lie Chu Emperor", seeing the word "愍", Shi Lei's brows suddenly furrowed.

"Qingyu is really hateful!"

Although it is not a bad word compared to Zhili, Ling, and Yang, it is not a bad word, but it is not a fair name, and it can not be said that the "careful eye" of the Qing prisoner can be seen in general, and they don't even dare to give a fair name to the first emperor.

"It's hateful, besides, Emperor Sizong is the emperor of our Ming Dynasty, and he wants him to do what he wants, so this monument naturally has to be replaced by our Ming Dynasty's "Shao Tian Interpretation Dao Gangming Ke Ming Ke Frugal Wen Fen Wu Dun Ren Mao Xiaolie Emperor" Do you say this is the truth? ”

After chatting with the overseer for a few more words, he came to the tomb, took out the incense and candles, wine, and fruit tribute meat that had been prepared long ago, Shi Lei carefully arranged all this, for this scene, those craftsmen did not feel curious, not to mention the present, even in the past, when the Qing Dynasty ruled, there were often remnants here to worship, since the recovery of the capital, there are often people who come to worship, in order to tell the emperor the news of the world's recovery.

It's just that unlike others, at this time, Shi Lei, who is kneeling in front of the tombstone, has another identity - he is the adoptive father of Princess Zhaoren.

"Your Majesty, the minister is a ...... of Jinyi Weibei Town, Fusi Baihu Shiding"

Will the Emperor remember him?

Although Shi Lei had a glance at His Majesty from a distance when he was in Beizhen Fusi, it was like this, and the first emperor definitely didn't remember him as a little person.

"Your Majesty, now that the world has recovered and the Tartars have been driven out of Beijing, you can look at it under the Nine Springs......"

Shi Lei, who was kneeling in front of the tomb, did not write any sacrifices, but just said silently in his heart.

"Princess Zhaoren, she is already twenty-four, although her name is Shi Zhao now, but after all, it is still your majesty's bloodline, she is now the second concubine of King Huai, but ...... It's decent......, isn't it?"

Sighing, Shi Lei knew that for Zhaoren, this might be the best result.

"As for ...... It's not that the minister is unwilling, but he really can't, although the spirit king is already an adult, but, who in this world will recognize him? Who knows whether the "Prince Case" in Nanjing was true or false? As for now, don't say anything else, it's just that now Wannian is there, and they are all looking up to people's snorts...... For the sake of the world, ministers, ministers can only do this......"

Thinking in his heart, all Shi Lei was thinking about were some questions that he would only think about in the dead of night, as a military official, he was very aware of the situation in the world, and he also knew what was promising and what was not to be done.

"That's why the minister made this decision, Your Majesty, the minister, the minister can't do it......"

When he was thinking about it, tears flowed from Shi Lei's eyes. For a whole hour, he knelt in front of the tomb like this, but he couldn't kneel for so long, letting the tears drip on the ground, and the craftsmen around him looked at it, and most of them sighed......

"The ancestors of the Shi family followed Emperor Gao to expel the Tartars, and then received the grace of the ancestors and gave them a hundred households, which can be described as the grace of the emperor for a long time, but today he is down, and he is loyal to ...... only to death."

Again, Shi Lei's mind came up with the advice of his father on the bed before his death, Yu Daming, the Shi family is worthy of ...... Even now, raising his head, he looked at the king in front of him, and then said.

"King, this time I entered Beijing, and the minister also took a painting."

Took a picture?

Zhu Mingzhong looked at Shi Lei with some puzzlement, what did he mean?

When unfolding the painting, Shi Lei said as he unfolded it.

"This portrait is a thing in the palace that Jin Zhijun kept privately, and he has it in his hand, not only this painting, but also another thing......"

When the portrait was unfolded, Zhu Mingzhong's whole body trembled, even if the current Chinese painting brush has not yet developed, and the portrait often cannot reflect his own appearance, but he can still see that the person on this portrait is seven or eight points similar to himself.

"Shi Lei, what kind of ...... is this?"

Staring at Shi Lei, Zhu Mingzhong asked in a deep voice.

"This is the portrait of the first emperor painted by the painter in the palace of Emperor Xizong......"

Xizong, that is, the Emperor of the Apocalypse, is the elder brother of Emperor Chongzhen, and at this time, this portrait made Zhu Mingzhong only feel a little numb, because their appearance is too similar, no wonder, no wonder Wang Shiyuan will call him "imperial brother", no wonder......

"This painting is copied by the ministers, and the original work is in the hands of Jin Zhijun......"

Staring at the portrait, and then at Shi Lei, after a while, Zhu Mingzhong looked at him standing with his eyebrows down, and vaguely guessed what he meant.

What the hell is he trying to do?

The answer is clear.

Decree!

Portrait......

What else does Kim Zhijun have in his hands?

Although Shi Lei did not say anything, one thing is for sure is that Zhu Mingzhong knew that Shi Lei would arrange everything.

"King, there is only Shi Zhao in the world, and there is no more Zhaoren!"

As if he had guessed Zhu Mingzhong's concerns, Shi Lei's words were not loud, but he broke through the heavens in one sentence, Zhaoren is dead, and it is Shi Zhao who is alive. As for...... Shi Zhao is also the bloodline of the first emperor, and the blood of the first emperor will also be born in the future. Of course, this idea only exists in Shi Lei's heart.

"If everything outside the customs is not appeased, the loyal and righteous army will never enter the customs."

After a long silence, Zhu Mingzhong did not give an answer, but changed the topic.

"The minister understands what the king means, the Jingshi is really a hot yam in my hands, and the king abandons the Jingshi, which is really the best policy."

Shi Lei's tone was very calm, as if he hadn't mentioned those at all before.

"If the Jingshi is restored by me, I must return it to the court, if there is a slight difference, it will be a disobedience, and I will ...... today."

Without waiting for the king to finish speaking, Shi Lei said in a low voice/

"Today's Jingshi is based on the Li family, if the king is still under the imperial court in ten thousand years, it will inevitably be pointed out by the world, and it is better to send the imperial court to drive the Beijing division, and ...... in the name of Zhengqing"

Raising his eyes to look at Shi Lei, Zhu Mingzhong's gaze finally fell on the sandalwood box, what was in the sandalwood box? It is pretended to be the jade seal of the Son of Heaven, and it is pretended to be the power of the emperor!

As for the imperial court......

“…… So, handing it over doesn't necessarily work in my favor. ”

Regarding Shi Lei's suggestion, Zhu Mingzhong did not object, nor did he agree, he knew very well that the time was not yet ripe.

"Sishi, have you ever been outside the gate?"

Zhu Mingzhong still didn't answer him, but continued to diverge the topic, and Shi Lei also cooperated with this.

"The minister has never been outside the border."

"The land outside the customs is more than thousands of miles, and the reason why Gu first settled outside the customs is not only to pacify the Kanto region and restore my territory, but also to ......"

For what?

Zhu Mingzhong's words suddenly paused, he stared into the distance, and the whole person fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he looked at Shi Lei and said.

"After all, loneliness is just a mortal ...... the world"

After that, Zhu Mingzhong let out a long sigh, and after this sigh, he was silent again, and when he was silent, his expression was both a little helpless and a little expectant......