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Wang Huan said: "People's thinking will change with the change of the environment, just like us, if we were not working hard under such difficult and dangerous circumstances as Kuizhou, we would not have achieved the situation of the Kuizhou Army today." Li Chengdong is the same, maybe he has some guilt in his heart now, he feels that the Qing Dynasty was a stain on his life, and he wants to change people's perception of him and work hard, but over time, when he is now the entire court has been completely eroded, he will also go with the flow and become as corrupt as other Ming generals, and his army will also lose the sharpness and lifelessness of being a Tartar soldier. ”

Li Dingguo thought for a moment and nodded: "What my lord means is that if the white cloth is put into the dye vat, no matter how good a person is, as long as he enters the circle of the imperial court, he will be assimilated by it, become a member of it, and degenerate and never return."

Wang Huan looked at the Zhaoqing city in the distance, and sighed: "That's right, no one can save the current situation of the Ming Dynasty."

Ma Wannian listened to it for a long time, and seemed to understand it, but at this moment he finally heard some clues, and hurriedly interjected: "So, my lord, we can't jump into this dye vat!"

Wang Huan and Li Dingguo looked at him sideways, glanced at each other again, and chuckled at the same time, everything was silent.

On the one hand, he was embarrassed to cause trouble on his own impulsiveness, on the other hand, he clearly heard the meaning of the dialogue between Wang Huan and Li Dingguo, deeply felt the deep meaning, and felt extremely excited about the future future.

While speaking, Wang Yingxiong, who sent off the guests, came back, this bureaucrat old finch did not mean to ask for the guilt of Wang Huan's subordinates who spoke rashly just now, and said to Wang Huan with a spring breeze on his face: "General Wang, the hour is almost up, we should leave for the banquet, can we let the emperor wait for us."

Wang Huan smiled slightly: "It's all up to the adults!"

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Guangdong Zhaoqing Mansion, is the Song Dynasty Huizong Emperor Longxing place, originally just a small place that even the city wall does not have, after Huizong succeeded to the throne, ascended to the state as the house, a large construction project, after the construction and expansion of the past dynasties, to the end of the Ming Dynasty, has become an important town in Guangdong, the city is tall, the population is large, the circumference of the city wall is nine miles, up to two zhang five feet five inches, the loess rammed on the blue brick wrap, the corner tower on all sides stands tall and the city gate stands, just like a big city.

In the prominent place in the city, there are high-rise buildings in the Song Dynasty, the name is called Lichen Tower, this is the three-character plaque of "Zhaoqing Mansion" that enshrines the imperial pen of Huizong, because of the high atmosphere of the building, broad and exquisite, the pavilions and pavilions in the wall are chic and elegant, the strange flowers and plants compete for the strange and beautiful, the Yongli Emperor takes a fancy at a glance, after repairing it, it has changed to its own palace, renamed Yongming Palace.

However, although this Yongming Palace is good, it is much smaller than the Nanjing Imperial Palace, so every time Emperor Yongli invites guests to set up a banquet, it is not placed in the Yongming Palace, but in another place.

That is the Water Moon Palace, built in Zhaoqing City outside the east gate of a lake in three miles, the palace is next to the mountain water, very interesting, is Li Chengdong anyway, dedicated to the Yongli Emperor a place to escape the summer and enjoy the coolness, selected hundreds of palace maids, full of them, the Yongli Emperor lingers every time, the warbler Yanyan is green, fat, red and thin, it is a life to forget me.

Tonight's banquet is naturally placed here.

Wang Yingxiong took Wang Huan and others, rode a horse to this side, there are two miles away from the Water Moon Palace, to the memorial arch, a few people dismounted on foot, along the wide stone road all the way in, on the way encountered several forbidden army checkpoints, the last checkpoint, was brought in by the palace guards.

Wang Huan frowned and said to Wang Yingxiong: "Why are these guards so frequent, as usual, the palace guards should be in charge, why is the forbidden army standing guard here, and when they arrive at the gate of the palace, the guards lead the way?"

Wang Yingxiong looked around, and saw that the guards leading the way in front of him were far away, and then whispered to Wang Huan: "Huiguo Gong is very suspicious, this palace guard, since the emperor sent back, will be handed over to Li Yuanyin to take over, without the consent of his father and son, no one can face the saint, so this road is densely guarded, and the investigation is strict."

Wang Huan was relieved at this time, nodded and thought secretly: "I didn't expect the Son of Heaven to order the princes' business,

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has actually been preempted by Li Chengdong, and now that he is in front, how should I deal with myself? ”

Thinking about the footsteps, I didn't realize that I had arrived at the edge of a water lake, and when I looked up, it was really extraordinary.

But I saw a yellow-tiled palace, one side of the mountain, one side of the water, the mountains and rivers are printed, beautiful. The green trees on the mountain are verdant, the water on the lake is rippling, the palace group of yellow tiles and red walls, carved beams and jade buildings is next to each other, continuous into a piece, a circle is built around the lake, the water quality is clear, the houses are reflected in the water, just like the house in the water, it makes people dream again and again, it is the midsummer evening, the lights are on at the beginning, the water on the shore is brilliantly lit, with the magnificent palace background, it is very magnificent.

Wang Huan and others have all seen big scenes, Wang Huan is from later generations, Li Dingguo was once a prince, even Liu Yun and Ma Wannian are not ordinary martial artists, so they don't feel anything when they see this gorgeous scene. On the contrary, it was Wang Yingxiong, the old man, who praised and praised this place again and again, and couldn't help praising the luxury and nobility of this place, and he was envious of his words, and he couldn't wait to build one like this in Zunyi.

"The country is dying, the emperor is still so extravagant, how much does this palace cost, how many soldiers and horses can be recruited, and how many weapons can be made." Liu Yun's temper was committed again, and he saw that in a delicate small pavilion on the lake, several palace maids in thin shirts were dancing, and he couldn't help frowning and said softly: "The last general heard that the merchant girl didn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sang the flowers in the backyard across the river, how is this situation different from the Southern Dynasty?"

Li Dingguo glared at him and said indifferently: "Don't say much, follow the adults."

Unconsciously, everyone came to a lakeside clearing, the ground has already been covered with brocade satin, covering the original stone floor, the silk is divided into two sides of dozens of low tables, a few fruit and vegetable snacks, a few after the embroidery, should be the dinner scene.

The guards who led the way took several people to the right and assigned two seats to Wang Yingxiong and Wang Huan, Wang Yingxiong's seat was in the third in the first row, Wang Huan's seat was behind Wang Yingxiong, and Li Dingguo and Ma Wannian were taken to the back corner and arranged two positions.

Wang Huan sat down, looked around, only to see that other high-ranking officials and dignitaries were constantly coming, led by the guards, and sat down one by one on the seats, among which many of them were familiar with Wang Yingxiong, and they came to greet them.

Wang happily relaxed, sitting cross-legged at the embroidered don looking at the main seat, where a lot higher than the place where everyone sits, is a platform, covered with red Shu brocade, placed a wide low table, behind the table is a backrest circle chair covered with a five-clawed gold dragon silk surface, behind the chair there is a yellow nine dragons playing pearls jade screen.

Obviously, this is the seat of Emperor Yongli, sitting on it, overlooking the civil and military ministers, noble and magnificent.

Wang Yingxiong finally finished chatting with the magnates, and then he turned around, and saw that Wang Huan was looking at the main throne, he couldn't help but smile apologetically, and whispered to Wang Huan: "General Wang has never been to the capital, and he is not familiar with the lords in the court, but he is cold, but it doesn't matter, come and come, I will give you guidance first."

He raised his hand and said to the thin civil official who was in the first row of the first row on the left seat and was embraced by many civil officials: "This is the one who is the king of the court, reading a book. This person since the Hongguang Emperor entered the dynasty as the right to the imperial history, the governor of Guangxi, on the way to the office coincided with the southern invasion of the Tartars, Qu Da manpower to capture the king of Jingjiang who was in charge of the country without authorization, and other loyal and brave ministers together to meet the succession to the throne, there is a merit of support, so he won the emperor's holy favor, is the first person in the dynasty. ”

Wang Huan perked up, and was about to take a serious look at this important person who could be counted in Nanming, but when he heard a trumpet, a lieutenant official held a whisk in his hand, stood on the edge of the high platform in one step, stretched his voice, and shouted sharply and high-pitchedly: "The emperor ~~~up~~drive~~!"

With a "boom", like a duck being driven away by a bamboo pole, a group of officials who were talking to each other in the east and west immediately dispersed, returned to their respective positions, respectfully knelt on the ground, knocked on the ground with their heads, and shouted long live from their mouths.

Wang Huan had no choice but to follow the example, put his head on the ground, and read words in his mouth, but his voice was very small, and he didn't know what he said.

After waiting for a long time, Wang Huan's neck was sore, and he heard a lazy voice coming from above.

"Excuse me."

Once again, the officials shouted with great discipline: "Emperor Xie, long live the emperor, long live the emperor!" ”

Then they all got up and sat down.

Wang Huan raised his somewhat paralyzed waist and sat down on the embroidery with great difficulty, so that he could raise his eyes and look up.

I saw a young man with puffy skin and pale face, leaning on the circle chair like weakness, he was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, a golden dragon was vividly embroidered on his chest, and a nine-fold crown on his head, although the whole body was golden and brilliant, but there was no youthful vitality, the whole person was lifeless, decadent and powerless.

"This is the Great Tomorrow, the last Emperor Yongli." Wang Huan looked at this Son of Heaven, who was only twenty-four years old at the time, and sighed with emotion: "Da Ming will completely dissipate in his hands."

(End of chapter)