When Jiangchuan defeated again and again in Liaodong, the Manchu Tartars were all over the place, and even the capital was breached, and the emperor and the empress dowager were captured, Li Zicheng was also high-spirited and invincible in the pass.

When Jiangchuan's good news was sent to the capital, Li Zicheng's Dashun Army South Road had already broken through the city of Jinan, and at this time crossed the Yellow River and marched towards Hejian Fu.

And his Western Route Army has also conquered Taiyuan, an important town in Shanxi, and is now marching towards Zhending Mansion.

Now wherever Li Zicheng's Dashun army went, all the local Ming troops were defeated and retreated. Some of them are a little bit of a touch of a button, and if they don't have a little bit, they simply flee from the wind, and they don't even see the face of the enemy.

As a result, the time spent by the Dashun army in containing prisoners along the way was much longer than the time they spent conquering the city. Many times, the head of the Dashun army often goes to the city for such a stop, and there is no need to fight, and a white flag is erected on the head of the city after a while.

These cities are not so much conquered as they are frightened.

The little emperor of the Ming Dynasty in the capital constantly dispatched troops, in fact, it is not accurate to say this. Because with the fall of a large area of territory, there are not many soldiers that the Ming can deploy, and there are few generals who can be dispatched. The emperor's edicts were constantly sent out, but most of them had no effect.

Often before the edict arrived, the destination had already become the territory of the Great Shun Army. Or as soon as the edict arrived, the soldiers to be transferred and the generals to be sent surrendered to the Dashun army.

Therefore, the emperor was anxious to jump in the capital, unable to eat, unable to sleep, and the most he did every day was to let the military department Shangshu look at the map of the whole country to see what other places there were still soldiers who could be mobilized in the future.

At first, it was okay, and the time to send the edict was on par with the speed of the fall of the city. However, later, the speed of the fall of the city was far greater than the total time of the court, and finally led to the court finding that there were basically no soldiers to adjust.

And even if there are soldiers to be dropped, the imperial court can't afford to pay for the transfer of troops. Like the military department Shangshu, the household department Shangshu who is in charge of money and food also loses a lot of hair every day, and when he attacks the court every day, when he hears the emperor ask about the court's family background, he silently picks his beard.

The three-foot hair, which was originally famous in the imperial court, is now uneven by him, as if it had been gnawed by a rabbit.

Emperor Ji Siyuan is also worried, and he has no other ideas every day except for worrying about the cabinet and discussing with the six Shangshu.

is only in his twenties at a young age, and in the past few months, his temples have a lot of gray hair, and he looks like he is in his thirties and forties.

At this time, he suddenly remembered Yuan Chonghuan, and remembered Yuan Chonghuan, who was ordered by him to cut for three days before dying.

He began to wonder if he shouldn't have killed Yuan Chonghuan. Or that Yuan Chonghuan shouldn't have been killed so early, why didn't he make meritorious contributions?

The emperor is young, and he has not yet learned any imperial mental skills, and all emotions are on his face. Several scheming ministers saw that something was wrong with the emperor, but no one dared to say anything.

These old guys who have been officials for decades have become human spirits one by one, and no one will take the initiative to touch that moldy head. As soon as everyone remembered the tragic death of Yuan Chonghuan that day, they all had a chill on their backs, and they all had the most intuitive feeling of this little emperor's ruthlessness.

In the end, the court meeting convened by the emperor became a scene where the emperor complained and scolded his mother above, and the ministers below all looked like old monks and listened attentively, but they just didn't speak.

What do you want everyone to say, in the hearts of many people, Daming has been sentenced to death. It's just that I don't dare to say this, for fear that if I show a little hint, I will follow in Yuan Chonghuan's footsteps. But the emperor wanted to ask again, and the ministers who had no idea could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

The emperor was angry, so he immediately knelt down collectively, looking like the ministers were afraid that the ministers should die, which made the emperor also have an evil fire, but he was helpless.

He can't push these people out and kill them, then even if he wants to curse, he won't be able to find a target.

Seeing that Li Zicheng's Dashun army was attacking from two directions, it was getting closer and closer to the capital, and the number of times the emperor was angry and scolded his mother also skyrocketed.

On this day, after reading the military information express sent by the cabinet, all of them were bad news, all of them were the news that a certain city had fallen again.

The emperor glanced at it, but he was not in the mood to continue looking, and threw it to the ground angrily, and the ground covered with precious Persian carpets in the East Warm Pavilion of the Qianqing Palace was all scattered with music.

The emperor's angry voice roared inside and outside the Qianqing Palace: "Waste, waste, it's all a bunch of waste!" I have two capitals and thirteen provinces. There is not a single adjustable soldier, there is not a single available general! Even if the court raises a group of pigs and a group of sheep, it will not be so incompetent? The Manchu Dynasty was civil and military, and all the morals were sanctimonious, and no one could share their worries about me, they should be killed, and everyone should be killed......"

"I can see exactly what you are thinking in your hearts. One by one, you talk about loyalty and patriotism, and shout long live every day, but you all want Li Yi to break through the capital and my imperial city as soon as possible. It's a big deal that you can take off this official robe, turn around and join Li Yi, and then you will still be a high-ranking official. But what about me? Hmph, you all want to be the king of this dead country? Okay, I tell you today, even if I want to be the king of this dead country, I will drag you to bury me and the Ming Dynasty before I die! ”

"Do you dare to take out your heart, liver, intestines and lungs to dry, take a look, see if it has turned black, see if there is still the Ming Emperor in your heart, and whether there is this Ming Dynasty? Do you dare?

Don't speak? I know you don't dare, because your hearts, livers, intestines, and lungs are rotten and black!

I put my words here, you want me to be the king of the fallen country, I want you to be the minister of the dead country, I will do what I say......"

Emperor Ji Siyuan's voice became a little sharp and out of tune because of anger and excitement, and the people who knelt on the ground in the entire Dongnuan Pavilion were all on the ground, with their heads lowered, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere was oppressive and silent to the extreme. No one dared to anger the angry emperor at this time.

Although the emperor already looked a little bit like Shi Lezhi at this time, what he said was not like what an emperor should say, but what he said was said by a scoundrel who planned to gamble with others.

Time passed little by little, and the hands of the Western chiming clock placed in the East Warm Pavilion clicked forward little by little, and finally reached the position of the hour.

According to Western calculations, it is already nine o'clock in the evening.

The following ministers have been called by the emperor since lunch and have been scolded until now, and they have all been hungry for a long time, and many of them are too old and weak to hold on, and their hands and feet on their knees have begun to tremble.

But at this time, no one dared to speak, not even the slightest sound.

"Dangdang Dang ......" The Western bell rang nine times in a row.

The sound of the bell attracted the emperor's attention, and at this time the emperor was also tired, and slowly walked to the imperial couch and sat down, and did not speak, but leaned on the cushion without saying a word.

The ministers kneeling below also quietly breathed a sigh of relief at this time, but they still didn't dare to move.

At this time, suddenly a sharp and piercing voice came from the door: "Your Majesty, Liaodong Victory, Liaodong Victory......"

With a series of sounds, a figure dressed in the service of a crimson eunuch stumbled into the Dongnuan Pavilion, holding a large brocade box in his hand and a note on it.

Everyone was attracted by this man's voice, and they all turned their heads to look at each other, even the emperor.

This person is Wei Zhongxian, the eunuch of the master of ceremonies.