Mao Jue seemed to be about to see the dragon flag of the Ming Dynasty floating over London, but this kung fu was collectively gank by his own ministers, seeing Sun Chuanting who was kneeling on the ground like a kowtow worm, and Fan Wenju, who was not so strong, but also waved his hand again and again, Song Xiance, Hong Chengchou These guys, he was extremely sad and asked.

"Why!"

"Yidi bloodline, how can you be qualified to integrate into my big tomorrow family!!

Speaking of this time, Sun Chuanting knelt proudly and straightened his waist.

Heqin can be regarded as a great shame in Chinese history, but what is even more embarrassing than Heqin is to take a foreign princess back.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, this kind of "racial discrimination" of literati doctors has been determined, we are Huaxia! Except for us, the rest are all Yidi, uncivilized barbarians, and my relatives are my Huaxia improved Yidi bloodline, what is it to marry a barbarian and come back?

Take Wu Zhou's time as an example, the empress Wu Zetian was busy dealing with the Khitan rebellion, and the Turkic Khan took the opportunity to write a book, asking to marry his daughter to a Tang nobleman. "Give Wu Zetian a scolding back.

This sentence is popular, which means that he is not worthy!

There are more extreme points, the Anshi Rebellion, in order to borrow the Hui soldiers to quell the chaos, and even the Tang Dynasty even promised to let the Hui people loot the shameless condition of the children of the two capitals, but when the Hui people wanted to marry the princess to the Tang royal family, Tang Suzong still shook his head without hesitation, and even the other Li family princes also vetoed it, and finally forced it to no end, Li Chengyu, the king of Dunhuang County, who was responsible for diplomacy with the Hui Hui, pinched his nose and married the Hui princess.

There is also an example of this in this dynasty, Emperor Yongle of Ming Chengzu!

Why did Zhu Yuanzhang prefer to pass on the throne to the young and ignorant Emperor Jianwen, rather than pass it on to him, the fourth Zhu Di, who has excellent martial arts and Wen Tao, is because his biological mother Concubine Qi is likely to be a concubine from the Mongolian county lord.

And it's not all about blood considerations, it also has a big political factor, such as which unlucky son Mao Jue let himself marry this princess of Spain, and what kind of eagle king doesn't form an equal in-laws with Mao Jue? In case it is the prince who is unlucky, there will be another barbarian old man in the Ming Dynasty in the future, how ugly it is!

This is the first time, Mao Jue was defeated by the pride of the Chinese nation, and he shook his head when he saw more than a dozen civil officials and important ministers there.

"This matter will not be released, and we will discuss it later!"

However, Mao Jue's cautious eyes for revenge were revenge, and before Sun Chuanting could breathe a sigh of relief, Mao Jue slapped the table again and gritted his teeth and roared: "Let go of this matter first, but the plan for the Guitai Railway, the cabinet must give it to me at the regular meeting tomorrow morning, and the five-year development plan that I really requested, this has been a few months, and it can't be perfected!" Do you have all grass in your heads? Go down and do it for me right now! ”

This is where Mao Jue is smarter than Chongzhen, on the one hand, find an enemy, so that the courtiers always have a sense of crisis, and on the other hand, increase the workload! Tired of you and your concubine's energy to make babies, are you still fighting? Listening to Mao Jue's grinning roar, even Sun Chuanting, who was a workaholic, couldn't help but wail in his heart, and Song Xiance rubbed the extra white hair on his head helplessly.

Come on, don't even think about sleeping tonight!

A group of important ministers went back to their respective yamen offices with dark circles under their eyes, but they completely forgot that when did Mao Jue, the emperor on their heads, compromise?

The east floor of the White House, the emperor's quarters.

It is estimated that the emperors of all dynasties are not as stingy as Mao Jue, the huge Ming Palace is empty, recently he actually plans to open the palace to the public, collect tickets at the door, his own family of old and small palace concubines are crowded in this three-story building of only two or three thousand square meters, don't think that this area is very large, not to mention compared to Chongzhen's sleeping palace Qianqing Palace, even if Concubine Tian's Yongning Palace is not comparable, the garden is also shared by a group of girls.

However, this is also quite enjoyable, there are no such strict palace rules, if you want to go out shopping and call two guards, usually the big guys get together to play and make trouble, and if there is any contradiction, it can be quickly adjusted and resolved, after all, the big guys live together, and they don't see each other when they look up, it's better than separating the two palaces, and they can't see each other a few times throughout the year.

Early in the morning, Yu Leer was happily carrying a big kettle, humming a small tune and pouring her favorite Hang Baiju, and didn't notice that a black shadow came out behind her.

"Beautiful alone? Hey, hey, hey, hey! ”

When I turned around, I was startled, the kettle fell, and I looked at Mao Jue's face full of obscenity, like a little girl who was bubbled by a strange uncle, Yu Leer was "scared" and hugged her chest, "trembling" and screaming.

"What are you going to do? I'm going to call someone!! Help~"

An empire is never sacred, a powerful empire, the darkness surging within it is also vigorous, and when Mao Jue ruled the empire as radiantly as the sun, a group of people who were willing to be the roots of the ground were also running in the shadows.

However, the days in the dark are not all depressing, some people enjoy the pleasure brought by this darkness, at least the former commander of the Jinyi Guard, and now Lu Zhong, the director of the Ninth Division of the Daming National Security Bureau, is like this.

Therefore, when the Northern Ming Dynasty has enjoyed the prosperous season, he is buried in the chaotic Jiangnan all the year round.

Huguang, Xiangyang.

In 1647 A.D., on the land of East Asia, in fact, there were four regimes in parallel, Mao Ming in the north, Zhu Ming in the south of the Yangtze River, Daxi in Sichuan, and Dashun in the Huguang Henan generation.

To tell the truth, although Dashun, who retreated to Jiangnan, did not have the pride of supporting millions of soldiers, but his strength was not bad, the core army was 350,000, plus the chaotic people in Jiangnan and the tenant mutiny, it was still the size of an army of more than 100,000, and Zuo Liangyu, the general of the Ping Thief who was entrenched in Wuchang, also had dealings.

However, the unchanged peasant army was changed by the Dashun Emperor.

After the defeat and retreat from Beijing, Li Zicheng didn't know whether he was infected with the emperor's dragon disease, or was beaten by Mao Jue to shut himself up, he began to covet comfort and be content with pleasure, so he stuck to his own half of Huguang plus the small kingdom territory of the generation of Chongqing in Henan, in addition to fighting with Zuo Liangyu at the border, he basically abandoned the mobile combat on which the peasant army depended for survival, and did not take advantage of the three towns in Jiangbei to be destroyed by Mao Jue, and the Nanming regime was the weakest when he waved his army eastward to take Nanjing, more than three years. The Emperor of Dashun stayed here so quietly.

Militarily sluggish, politically, Li Zicheng is obviously not a master, the once prosperous core of the Chu Domain, now by his management of a withered piece, originally along the Yangtze River prosperous thirteen-mile long street collapsed more than half, the street pedestrians are scarce, and all the clothes are tattered, there are vegetables, the buildings in the city are also dilapidated and damaged.

Wearing a big felt hat that Li Zicheng was most willing to wear when he started his family, and a big black cloak was also draped on his body to resist the cold river wind, while drinking warm hot wine in the boat, Lu Zhong looked at the boats in the river with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Poor like this, pleasure does not give up, in the vicinity, Li Zicheng requisitioned 100,000 people, quarried the stone and wood of the North Yan Mountain, according to the Forbidden City of Beijing, and also built the Xiangjing Shun Emperor Palace in a similar way.

To tell the truth, the Jinyi Wei family has passed down, and there is a cruel and restless gene in his bones, Lu Zhong doesn't like the peace of the world at all, what does it matter to him whether the people live or die? On the contrary, once there is no turmoil, a knife like him in the dark will be hidden by the snow, and it is not impossible for even a cunning rabbit to die and cook it.

But this did not delay his admiration for Mao Jue's wrist, not to mention that he would never forget the Gu selection method that allowed him to crawl out of the pile of dead people, just the tight Liaodong intelligence network was far from being comparable to the dilapidated Jinyi Weidong Factory in the past, walking on the enemy's land, every time he Lu Zhong could still mobilize unimaginable forces and relationships, these are inseparable from Mao Jue's huge financial resources and business capabilities.

It's really worth ironic, everyone knows that Li Zicheng is extremely disgusted with Mao Jue, and even the people around him are not allowed to mention Mao, and Mao's words should be replaced by pieces of words, but on the contrary, the largest cloth Zhuang tung oil shops in Xiangyang are all opened by the East India Company!

Another glass of warm wine into his stomach, put away the sneer, Lu Zhong's slender face actually appeared a sense of melancholy, three years of him has been a little lazy, after this experience, I am afraid that he will not have to stay in Xiangyang for a while, and he is still a little reluctant.

But just as he was feeling nostalgic, there was a sudden sound of paddling from the bow of the boat, followed by the sound of the bows leaning together, waiting for the curtain of the canopy to be lifted, Lu Zhong's face had regained its coldness and cruelty, and he was gloomy holding the wine glass.

The person who came was not polite, took a cup and poured it down violently, and after the hot wine was in his stomach, he let out a cold breath in the night, and then the urn shouted angrily.

"What are you calling Lao Tzu to do at this time? Recently, King Shun has a moody temper, a little unpleasant, he will be executed, and the autumn hunt in Jiugong Mountain is imminent, do you want Lao Tzu's life! ”

"Heh, the dignified General Hao is also afraid of death!"

Picking up the wine glass and adding a glass to the imminent future, Lu Zhong laughed sarcastically, listening to his sarcasm, Hao Shaoqi, who was happy to kill, hummed and laughed, and then snatched the wine jug and filled himself with a glass, but before he could drink in his belly, Lu Zhong's next sentence made him squirt out the wine violently.

"Since you are afraid of death, then why not let King Shun die, then the world will be fine?"

"What do you mean?"

Suddenly, Hao Shaoqi nervously Huo Ran stood up, and his hand was even on the knife, but in the face of his murderous aura, Lu Zhong still sneered and shook the wine glass.

"It's not interesting, it's Jingshi, Your Majesty sent a message."

The long and narrow triangular eyes stared at Hao Shaoqi's fierce face, which was already full of sweat, and Lu Zhong said slowly.

"Your Majesty thinks that King Shun has lived long enough." Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!