On the seventh day of July in the thirteenth year of Chongzhen, the Ming Jingshi faction was sluggish, since the middle of June, hundreds of victims gathered outside the Yongding Gate, and the Beijing Commander was afraid that the victims would make trouble and closed the doors of the Beijing Division. But when disaster comes, closing your eyes does not mean that it will not happen again, as more and more people gather, the security outside the capital is getting worse and worse, and the people inside the prison box are repeatedly robbed. Shuntianfu got the people to report to the official but didn't dare to take action, the reason is that there are too many victims, he wants to manage it, can he manage it? In case of a civil uprising, who will bear the responsibility?

However, despite all the difficulties, the officials in Beijing selectively ignored this potential danger, and the upper court never mentioned this matter when facing the emperor, after all, these worries were only long-term concerns, and the traffic of the Grand Canal was cut off, and the rice in the south of the Yangtze River could not be transported to Beizhili, not to mention that the victims had to starve to death, and the entire Shuntianfu and Beizhili had to starve to death.

"Wang Chengen, Wang Chengen...... Come, come quickly, come to me! ”

Zhu Youzhen, the son of the Great Tomorrow, was panting, the middle coat on his body was soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were scattered and confused, trying to find the old chamberlain Wang Chengen in the dark.

"Long live the lord, long live the lord, the old slave is here, the old slave is here. The old slave deserves to die, and the sin deserves to die! ”

Wang Chengen ran to the side of Zhu Youzhen's imperial couch in a panic, just now he stood outside the dormitory and took a nap, but he didn't expect that a nap actually came to sleep, it was really unforgiving, and he couldn't stay up all night when he was old.

It wasn't until Wang Chengen knelt on the side of the royal step in fear that Zhu Youzhen felt a little at ease. He had just had a dream, the same nightmare that had tormented him for the past few days as soon as he closed his eyes. It was also like this late at night, the thieves who roared in the mountains and tsunami rushed into the city of Beijing, killing all the palaces, their own queens, concubines, princes, and princesses, all of whom were not alive, and he himself ......

Is this qiē all a harbinger? Did God really bless me? Zhu Youzhen asked himself repeatedly in his heart, he looked at Wang Chengen, who was already old, although he talked to him a lot of confidential things on weekdays, but he would not say such things to anyone, he could only be buried in his heart until the day he died. Because he is the emperor, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, if such a horrific nightmare spreads, it will ruin the hearts of the people in the court.

He turned the handkerchief handed over by the old chamberlain Wang Chengen, wiped the sweat on his face, and asked casually, "What time is it now?" ”

"Back to the words of the long live master, it is only the right time now, and the genius is dark. Sleep a little longer. ”

Zhu Youzhen handled the government affairs for a day, and only after Haizheng did he reluctantly go to the dormitory to rest for a while, because he had not closed his eyes for three days and nights due to insomnia, and he was finally so sleepy that he couldn't lift his eyelids.

The string that Wang Chengen had been tightening with the emperor in his mind also relaxed, and only then did he have the situation of taking a nap outside the dormitory just now.

After a question and answer, silence returned to the dormitory, except for the emperor's gradual weakening of his breath. Zhu Youzhen was barefoot, wearing only a middle coat, bypassing the screen to the door of the dormitory, pushing open the door of the hall forcefully, the cool summer night wind rushed to his face, and he was suddenly much more relaxed.

"Long live the lord, long live the lord, your shoes, shoes, put on the shoes, the ground is cold, don't let the cold invade your body......" Wang Chengen hurriedly held the emperor's shoes and chased after him.

Zhu Youzhen cooperated with Wang Chengen, who was kneeling in front of him, and raised his left foot for him to put on his shoes, but his eyes looked at the starry night sky from afar, a bowl of crescent moon was clear and clear, and the wine seemed to be hanging on a branch.

"It's the Beggar Day, right?"

"Back to Long Live Lord, today is the seventh day of the seventh month of July."

"Queen, have they ever threaded a needle and begged?"

Needle begging began in the Han Dynasty, every time the lady of the Qixi Palace ascended the nine leading platforms, with colorful silk to wear the nine-tailed needle, the first got skillful, and the slow one lost skillful. Where there is a color head to press win or lose to pleasant feelings, it is also a manifestation of the ancient admiration of male farming and female weaving, but the reincarnation of the world has changed, and today it has become a frolicking for the ladies and palace ladies to fight and laugh.

"Back to Long Live Lord, the queen and the concubines have never been tricky, they all say that Long Live Lord is very thrifty, and if the palace operates according to the rules, it will definitely cost a lot of money, so if you can save it, you can save it!"

The queen's concubines knew that the state affairs were difficult and could know that they were thrifty, Zhu Youzhen was very relieved and sighed long. Wang Chengen put his regular clothes on his head again.

"If the ministers also have such thoughts, why should the world be uncertain?" Speaking of this, his feelings were a little excited. "I sleep on Tuesday and get up at five watches every day, get up early and sleep less than two hours a day, look at my clothes."

Zhu Youzhen weighed the regular clothes on his body a few times, "Look at this dress of mine, it was really sewn when I took the throne." He picked up his right sleeve and pointed to his elbow, his voice slightly sad.

"Look at this sleeve is almost bald......" In the excitement, Zhu Youzhen coughed, he was very thrifty, but he still had a good face, every time he summoned the minister in private, he always involuntarily hid his right elbow behind him.

"Look at these courtiers of mine, who are greedy for ink with tens of thousands of taels of silver at every turn, I turn a blind eye to them, and only say that they are full of food, they should always do their best for me and this court, right? But what about them, but their hearts have been eaten by dogs! The war in western Liaoning was tight, I asked them to donate some silver, and one by one they took out three or five hundred taels to fool me, and I cried poor, when I really don't know how much their family has? ”

The more the emperor spoke, the more angry he became, and the old chamberlain Wang Chengen was sincerely afraid on the side, but he didn't know how to calm down the emperor's anger.

"How many victims have gathered outside Beijing, tell me about it."

Wang Chengen wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, it turned out that it was this incident that made the emperor angry. But he also doesn't know much about it.

"Back to Long Live Lord, the old man is angry and the old slave is guilty of death!"

Zhu Youzhen reprimanded impatiently: "You can't die, just tell me how many people outside the city are hungry?" Why are Zhang Li thieves constantly suppressed? The people have been sent away by my good courtiers, how can they be wiped out? Now that the victims have arrived at the feet of the Son of Heaven, they don't care, do they want the people of the world to point at my backbone and scold? ”

Watching the emperor attack, Wang Chengen's heart was also uncomfortable, but there was indeed no money and food in the court to feed these victims, and in two months it was the day of the autumn harvest, if the new rice in Jiangnan could not be delivered this year, not to mention these victims, Beizhili would have to make a great famine. But how did he say that? Didn't the emperor know? There is money in the inner money, which is the savings of the Jiajing and Wanli dynasties, and the emperor sees it as more valuable than his own life......

But the emperor couldn't help but say something when he asked, so he had to answer stubbornly: "The old slave also knows a little bit about it, and the ticket sent by the cabinet is not related to disasters and civil affairs!" ”

These words made Zhu Youzhen even more angry, and for a while he had the intention to restore the scope of authority of the East Factory, and the ministers were not as good as these ministers after all, and they were loyal.

"Let's go! Take a look outside the gate of Yongding with me! ”

Since the courtiers didn't want him, the emperor, to know, how could a living person be suffocated by urine? He went to inspect it himself. Hearing that the emperor was going to inspect the victims outside Yongding Gate overnight, Wang Chengen panicked, if he met a few people in the dark, it would be a big disaster.

Wang Chengen, who had just stood up, hurriedly pounced in front of the emperor again, hugging the emperor's legs with both arms.

"Long live the hell, this black light is blinding, who can guarantee that there are not a few thieves mixed in it? In case something unexpected ......"

Despite Wang Chengen's hard persuasion, Zhu Youzhen's feelings became more and more excited, and he was determined to go to Yongding in person. He only hated the courtiers for hiding from him, and regarded him as Emperor Yang of Sui and Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty?

If he wants to maintain his authority as emperor, he must take practical actions to intimidate his ministers and make them sober up, and the emperor is not as easy to fool as they imagined.

In the end, Wang Chengen couldn't resist the emperor's stubbornness, so he had to first transfer hundreds of forbidden troops of the imperial horse supervisor Teng Xiangwei, escorted the emperor out of Xihuamen, and went straight to Chongwenmen. At the beginning, Wang Chengen did not want to expose the emperor's whereabouts, and only said that the inner court went out of the city on business, but the generals who defended the city were merciless.

"The general of the Fengjing battalion, after the gate falls at night, no one is allowed to leave the city unless he is edicted! If you want to get out of town, wait until sunrise tomorrow! ”

Teng Xiaowei's commander was the emperor's forbidden army, how could he have suffered such a loss, and he was refuted in front of the emperor, and his face was a little unbearable, and he just wanted to have a seizure. But I heard the emperor praise: "Conscientious, good!" I heard that the Beijing camp has been handed over to Gu Pingyu, and Zhou Yanru's vision of seeing people is still unique! "Sue him, I'm here, open the gates!

When he heard that the holy driver was here, the general was shocked and knelt down to plead guilty. Seeing that the soldiers of the Beijing camp were quite reliable, and they carried out military affairs with a clear eye, and no one gave face, Zhu Youzhen's mood was better at this time.

Out of Chongwenmen and his party went straight to Zuo'anmen, because the vast majority of the victims were concentrated outside Andingmen, if they went to Andingmen for fear of causing riots, so Wang Chengen specially arranged to go to Zuo'anmen, so it was easy to deal with it calmly.

"If I remember correctly, Gu Pingyu, the chief soldier of the Beijing camp promoted by Zhou Yanru, is the old department of the Marquis of Zhenyu, right?"

Zhu Youzhen's words were asking Wang Chengen, Wang Chengen's expression was a little strange, everyone knew the emperor's thoughts, and he was already dissatisfied with the marquis of Zhenyu as early as spring. Who knows if the emperor is implying a position by asking this?

However, Wang Chengen knew some inside stories, and it seemed that Gu Pingyu seemed to have done something shameful when he left the town to join Zhou Yanru. It's just that he never does this kind of thing that chews people's tongues behind his back.

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Nanjing, July is hot, and people's hearts are impetuous. Since the former Yangzhou prefect was forked out of the political hall, everyone knows that this guy is going to be unlucky. But God didn't seem to want the officials in Nanjing to live a peaceful life, and on the day of the Qiqiao Festival, the angel from Beijing arrived at the pier outside Shangyuanmen by sea ship in Shandong.