Changan.

"Your Majesty, just listen to the old minister!"

Chang Yanling lay in front of Zhu Cihong and cried and begged.

"Marquis Huaiyuan, do you want Your Majesty to abandon the country?"

Mao Qiling sneered.

"Your Majesty, which of these people around you is not harboring evil intentions? Are they for the Ming Dynasty? Of course not! They are just fighting in Jiangnan by themselves, but Yang Qing wants to use you as a gun, they are forced by Yang Qing's slave release order and the preparation to implement the Gongtian Law, they need a weapon to defeat Yang Qing, you are just a gun for them, your gun is broken, they are a big deal to throw aside! ”

Chang Yanling pointed at him and said to Zhu Cihong.

"Huaiyuanhou, don't spew blood!"

Mao Qiling said angrily.

Chang Yanling still ignored him.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Chang pointed his finger at Qian Qianyi.

"As for them, they are just a group of rotten trees who are attached to a high position and refuse to go down, and they are still dreaming of the past, but they also vaguely know that they are just dreaming, so they pull you together to make their dreams more real!

But alas, dreams are dreams after all!

It can't be changed! ”

He said disdainfully.

Qian Qianyi's self-cultivation is very good, and he continues to maintain his poise without being shocked.

It is said that Chang Yanling gave them a surprise attack, which can be said to be a surprise attack, and no one expected that this noble, who was obviously not the same as Yang Qing, would directly persuade Zhu Cihong to stay in Chang'an. Originally, Qian Qianyi and these people estimated that even if Chang Yanling would not really form a party with them, he would at least push the emperor, after all, Nanjing Xungui was killed too badly by Yang Qing. Even if Chang Yanling escaped the catastrophe of that year, in fact, one-third of the main members of the Chang family were either dead or exiled, and Chang Yanling was deprived of all power by Yang Qing after that, and only wore the title of a brocade guard Tongzhi to retire at home.

And the Son of Longxing is still the capital, and after taking Yang Qing, he must be the commander of the Jinyi Guard.

There is no doubt about that.

However, Chang Yanling did not hesitate to stop Zhu Cihong in this way of completely tearing his face......

"As for him!"

Chang Yanling pointed at Li Zicheng.

Lao Li sat on his special seat, wearing a golden blindfold, wearing a black gauze winged crown, and wearing a red four-regiment dragon robe, the old god looked up at the roof as if he had not heard of it. His dress is actually similar to Zhu Cihong, who is also a black gauze winged good crown, four dragon robes, but bright yellow, with the sun and moon on his shoulders.

There is no color restriction on the emperor's regular clothes, even if he wears red like Li Zicheng.

"He sold His Majesty fifteen million!"

Chang Yanling said disdainfully.

"As for him!"

Then he pointed to the university scholar Wang Yingxiong and said.

Lao Wang was originally the governor of Chongzhen, Yunnan, Guizhou, and Sichuan provinces, but this position was revoked by Yang Qing, and he returned home just in time for Yang Qing and Zhang Xianzhong to divide Sichuan. Because he is the head of Chongzhen's Sichuan former ministers, the former secretary of the Ministry of Rites, and a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion, he is very courteous to Zhang Xianzhong, who is eager to seek talent. So this top official of the Ming army, who originally purged Zhang Xianzhong, became Zhang Xianzhong's mentor and friend, and the son of Longxing Tianzi formed his own small court in Chang'an, and Zhang Xianzhong did not hesitate to send him over to join in.

"Zhang Xianzhong behind him just wants you to be cannon fodder, all they want is for you to fight with Yang Qing, they don't care whether you will win or not, and they don't even care about your life and death.

They can really promise you something.

But if you die at the hands of Yang Qing, they won't do anything for you, and they will continue to maintain a superficial friendship with Yang Qing.

Then find the next cannon fodder! ”

Chang Yanling said.

"And so do they!"

He pointed to Ding Kuichu beside Wang Yingxiong and said.

Ding Kuichu was also ordered by King Gui to sponsor the small court of Longxing Tianzi, so that he could ensure that the latter would not back down, and he could try to win as much as possible, and if he won, then they would be the spokesmen of these forces in the imperial court and form a similar coalition government. If Zhu Cihong fails, it won't be a big deal, even if they are convicted and killed by Yang Qing, King Gui and these people can also get rid of it, these people were indeed their subordinates before, but when they became ministers to the Son of Longxing, they had no relationship with them.

"Do you really think that King Gui will send troops to help you when you need it?"

Chang Yanling sneered.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis of Huaiyuan has a phlegm disease, when he was in Nanjing, he suddenly went crazy and killed people on the street, so that it caused the public indignation of the people, and even the Marquis of Huaiyuan's mansion was burned by the indignant people.

Shui Tailiang said to Zhu Cihong with a smile.

The others chimed in.

"Your Majesty, the ministers remember clearly that Marquis Huaiyuan was like being possessed by demons, and beat Fang Yunsheng to death in front of everyone's eyes!"

Mao Qiling testified with trepidation.

Zhu Cihong looked at Chang Yanling.

"In that case, let's take him down and heal him first!"

He said slowly.

"Don't drag this old thing out yet!"

Li Zicheng beckoned and shouted.

The guards outside immediately walked in, set up Chang Yanling and walked outside.

"Your Majesty, wake up! Your Majesty, there is only one dead end for you to go to Nanjing! Stay here and you'll be safe......"

Chang Yanling shouted.

But his shouts grew farther and farther away, and soon they could no longer reach the hall.

"Let's go, go see my imperial camp!"

Zhu Cihong stood up and said with great ambition.

All the civil ministers and military generals in the main hall immediately sang praises, and in this praise, Li Zicheng maintained his kind of image, with a weird smile on his face and closed his eyes to recuperate. However, Zhu Cihong did not disturb him, and then His Majesty the Emperor walked out surrounded by his ministers, and it was not until they all left that Li Zicheng opened his eyes, took a sip of the teacup, and then prepared to stand up, but as soon as he was halfway up, he sat back heavily.

Zhang Nai, who was next to him, hurriedly supported him.

Li Zicheng waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and then took a deep breath, stood up again and walked outside.

At this time, the Son of Longxing had already boarded the carriage.

The four-wheeled carriage of Yang Qing's tribute was drawn by four horses, along with those accompanying ministers, and quickly drove out of the palace, and Li Zicheng did not follow them, but returned to his Qin Palace. Of course, Longxing Tianzi and his ministers didn't care about him, everyone knew what the relationship between the two sides was, and the excited Longxing Tianzi and his entourage quickly left Chang'an City and continued to go north to the newly built Weiqiao.

Of course, the imperial camp can't be in Chang'an.

Li Zicheng is not stupid, how could he let the 5,000 army be stationed beside him, and he was afraid of bombarding the Qin Palace. The car of the Emperor of Longxing quickly drove across the Weiqiao Bridge and went straight to Jingyang, where his imperial camp was located.

At this time, it is already early summer, and the land in Guanzhong, which is irrigated by the Jinghui Canal, is being harvested, and it is busy as far as the eye can see, and even some wheat fields that have been harvested have begun to rush to plant a new crop. Millet, sweet potatoes, and even corn purchased from Yang Qing at a high price, although this profiteer still refuses to teach Li Zicheng how to manage seeds, but Li Zicheng, who is envious of its output, still does not hesitate to buy it at a high price. However, sweet potatoes are the main summer crops, and the rotation of winter wheat and sweet potatoes is the standard practice here, but there are also some early-maturing millet, sorghum, and even millet and buckwheat, depending on the irrigation situation.

The irrigation area of Jinghui Canal cannot reach tens of thousands of hectares like its predecessor, Zhengguo Canal.

At this time, the rainfall could not be compared with that of the Qin and Han dynasties.

Even if Li Zicheng tried his best to rebuild, he could only irrigate less than 500,000 mu, and the entire Guanzhong Bahui would only add up to more than one million, but this was already the life of the arid Guanzhong. In other places, only a few small areas of water source convenience can achieve double cropping in one year, and most places can only grow drought-resistant crops such as sweet potato and sorghum, and it is difficult to achieve even three crops in two years.

In order to ensure grain production, Li Zicheng has banned the cultivation of cotton.

He can buy it anyway.

You can't blame Li Zicheng for betraying the emperor.

He had no choice, if he didn't starve to death, he had to buy a lot of food, and if he didn't freeze to death without being allowed to grow cotton, he still had to buy cotton cloth from Yang Qing.

The climate in Guanzhong has not changed substantially.

Although he tried his best, even at the expense of expanding into the Western Regions, he could not fight against this ice age.

All he could rely on was money.

That's why he did whatever it took to get it through trade, he let his caravan go all the way to distant Siberia, and what he could get through plunder, he let his army go on an expedition of thousands of miles to wash Yarkand, and even did the slave trade. can be exchanged for a smile, he will go and continue to call Zhang Xianzhong brothers, as long as the grain sold to him by the latter can be cheaper. If he could get it shamelessly, he would sell it to Yang Qing as a commodity from the emperor, and in short, he would exchange it for silver by all means, and then hand it over to the two rivals who were sitting on the anointed land, in exchange for grain and cotton for the communes that he distributed. He only asks God to be gracious, so that he can lead the millions of remnants in Guanzhong and Shanxi to support the end of the drought that has lasted for more than ten years.

However, it has begun to improve in recent years, at least much better than in the Chongzhen period.

In fact, he already saw hope.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the drought was gradually transferred, from the northwest to the east to the south, and in recent years, Dolgon was the worst, but the largest drought area was transferred to Yangqing. But Yangqing's worst Henan is basically no one cares at all, and most of Shandong has no one, and the rest has relief, Hubei and the upper reaches of the Huai River are the largest promotion areas for new crops, and the population has not recovered to the level of the past.

In fact, it is also under the cover of drought in Jiangsu and Zhejiang......

Jiangsu and Zhejiang are afraid of a bird!

The drought in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is only less rain, and it does not mean that there is no water for irrigation, that is, there is a lack of water in the mountainous areas, but Yang Qing's water conservancy projects in recent years are not built in vain, coupled with the promotion of new crops, the application of bird manure, and the drought in Guanzhong is enough to starve people to death, which is nothing more than to create some trouble for Yang Qing in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

Locally, it is necessary to buy grain from Huguang and Jiangxi.

In fact, the drought in Jiangsu and Zhejiang has been very serious since the thirteenth year of Chongzhen.

Especially in the area of Jinhua in Quzhou.

Even the Jiahu Plain has been drought.

But on the whole, this continuous drought that originally ruined the Ming Dynasty in history has basically come to an end, at least as far as Guanzhong is concerned, it can be described as surviving. As for drought, this place is like this, there is no time when there is no drought, but it is a serious and not serious problem, and the wind and rain are smooth or something, which is a very distant legend for this place.

With the fragrance of new wheat all the way, Longxing Tianzi and his entourage arrived at the south bank of the Jing River, and the imperial camp that had already been ordered had been assembled.

5,000 troops lined up to meet them.

Six columns of phalanxes lined up neatly on the open plain, with ordinary soldiers wearing half-armor and officers wearing three-quarters armor with their heads held high. Their armor was made in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and Zhang Xianzhong ordered it for his subordinates, and then transported it through the plank road. Although the Japanese slaves were small in stature, they looked very powerful in these bright plate armors, helmets with tassels, spears and flintlock pistols.

They actually improved.

Because the rate of fire of the flintlock pistols far exceeded that of the arquebus, the column was reduced to the same as that of the Ming army, from ten to six, and the number of spearmen was greatly reduced.

In short, this is close to the standard formation of the mountain infantry of the Gustav or Illustrated Army.

Of course, the Son of Heaven Long Xing was not prepared to really fight.

The imperial camp of his brigade is just to serve as his guard, providing him with the maximum security guarantee, he didn't expect a brigade to use force to recapture the country for him, Yang Qing has hundreds of brigades of this level under him! But such a guard can provide him with enough protection personally, in case someone wants to kill him by stealing, he can protect himself, in case Yang Qing wants to kill the king himself, there is enough force around him to stop it. Even if he didn't have these, after arriving in Nanjing, Jin Yiwei would be disobedient, he would be able to bypass Yang Qing and do something directly by force, of course he knew that he couldn't command any armed forces in Nanjing, but these people could solve this problem for him.

That's what the Imperial Camp is really for.

Zhu Cihong, who changed to a horse, slowly walked in front of the formation surrounded by the ministers.

The soldiers in front of him were mighty and majestic.

Although it is a little shorter, it is still very imposing.

Look at the cannons in front of them, look at the reflection of the steel on them, look at the spears in their hands, look at the flintlock pistols on their shoulders. Flags were waving over their heads, drums were beating on both sides of them, horses from the cavalry battalion were neighing excitedly, and cavalrymen on horseback were raising their swords.

This is his army.

What really belongs to him is an army that only obeys his orders.

His great cause began here, his empire began here, his picturesque country unfolded from the feet of these people, and from this moment on he was no longer anyone's puppet, he was the real Son of Heaven and the real emperor......

He is the master of the Ming Empire!

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The water behind him was too cold, and he raised his arms and shouted.

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The ministers raised their arms and shouted.

Well, there's no more down there!

Those Japanese soldiers haven't learned Chinese yet! Although their officers were all in the Cantonese Society, they were able to speak Cantonese. ()

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