Long Live Mountain is located between the Imperial City and the Forbidden City, in the direction of the north of the Forbidden City, towering in the middle of the capital slightly north of the direction, ascending to the highest point, just overlooking the huge entire capital, a look at the general battle situation of the capital.

On the top of Long Live Mountain, that is, on the coal mountain, Zhu Youzhen climbed high and looked, looking at the inside and outside of the capital alone, at this moment, there was only Wang Chengen behind him, and there was a crooked neck tree next to him.

At this time, Zhu Youzhen was very embarrassed, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, his expression was tired, he looked at the capital from afar, from time to time there were fires in the sky, black smoke was filling, the whole person seemed very calm, and muttered in his mouth: "Didn't you say that Li Jiajun didn't harass ordinary people?" How can there be so many fires in the capital? ”

There were only two people on the mountain, although Zhu Youzhen's voice was very soft, Wang Chengen still heard it sensitively, and stepped forward, looked at the past, and after careful inspection, he said with great certainty: "Your Majesty, many of those places that are on fire are the mansions of many officials. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Chengen's tone was stunned, as if in order to make his answer more convincing, he pointed to a certain direction in the imperial city, and then added: "That ~ Your Majesty, that is the residence of Gong Yonggu, at this time only his residence in the imperial city is on fire, it should be a suicide and burial." ”

"There is also that, that is the mansion of Zhang Qingzhen of Hui'anbo, where is the residence of Ni Yuanlu, the secretary of the household department, where is the residence of Meng Zhaoxiang, the right attendant of the criminal department, and where is the home of Wu Ganlai in the matter of the household department......"

One by one, familiar names passed into Zhu Youzhen's ears, but it made his face shine, the light in his eyes flashed twice, and his face was filled with a faint sense of relief.

"I have been on the throne for 12 years, although I have bowed down to the bandits, and the heavens are angry, but all the ministers have mistakenly made me, causing the rebels to approach the Beijing Division. When I died, I saw my ancestors in the ground without a face, and I took off my crown and covered my face with my hair. Let the thief divide the corpse, and don't hurt a single ...... the people."

I don't know when, the sound of cannons around the capital gradually weakened, the breeze was slight, Zhu Youzhen hung himself on the crooked neck tree, his long hair was scattered, just as the guilty edict said, the ancestors who had no face in the ground, covered their faces with long hair.

At this moment, Zhu Youzhen's death was extremely desolate, not only was his whole body embarrassed, his clothes were disheveled, his hair was scattered, but he was also barefoot, swaying in the air.

Wang Chengen also died, committing suicide not far away, and his body was next to the guilty edict written on the blue robe, as if he was announcing something to the world.

Princess Yong'an's Horse Mansion, the fire is steaming, black smoke is filling, and there is a coffin in the courtyard, and the coffin is surrounded by dry firewood, which is more than one meter high.

Not only that, but there were five children tied next to the coffin, bound to death by yellow ropes, the children's mouths were gagged, making a whining cry, a face was crying, scared and frightened, and there were stacks of calligraphy and paintings, surrounded by the surroundings, piled on the ground at will.

In front of the coffin, there is an incense table, a fruit plate, green smoke curling in the incense burner, Gong Yonggu is standing there and worshipping, each poured three glasses of wine, every time he finishes a sentence, there will be a wine glass empty, or spilled on the ground, or drunk all.

"The first glass of wine is still the emperor; the second glass of wine, and the princess; The third glass of wine, toast myself. ”

Gong Yonggu threw the last wine glass over, I don't know if the amount of wine is too shallow, or because the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk, Gong Yonggu was a little drunk, his steps swayed slightly, and he slowly came to his five children, his expression was uncertain, sometimes showing fatherly love, sometimes revealing ruthless determination.

"Children, you are the children of the princess, and you are also the nephews and nieces of the emperor, you can't be humiliated, don't blame your father for being ruthless! Rest assured, it is a great blessing that my father will accompany you to the Yellow Springs and meet your mother underground. ”

While speaking, Gong Yonggu came to a burning fire, copied a torch, turned his head to look around the princess's mansion, and his face showed nostalgia, suddenly, Gong Yonggu's face flashed a trace of color, and found a person in the empty courtyard, and there was actually an old slave who did not leave, and couldn't help but walk over with a torch.

"Everyone else is gone, why haven't you left?"

Immediately, the old slave knelt down in front of Gong Yonggu, and replied with teary eyes: "Master Horse, the old slave is waiting to serve you, the old slave is useless, so he can only collect your corpse!" ”

"Get up~!"

Gong Yonggu nodded slightly, showing a hint of gratitude, and after finishing speaking, he didn't pay attention to the old slave, turned around and walked away, came to Princess Yongle's coffin, inserted the torch there, and then picked up a jar of wine and poured it on the coffin and dry firewood.

Suddenly, in the impact of the city's cold weapons, in the rich aroma of wine, Gong Yonggu raised the torch again, came to the front of the five children, the six stayed together, and the torch in his hand was thrown out.

"Teng~!"

The fire was full of fire, the firewood was all ignited at once, the coffin was also covered by the fire, and there was a child's muffled scream in the fire, as well as Gong Yonggu's wanton laughter, and his mouth kept roaring to the sky: "Haha... Thief, don't you want to get anything valuable from me Gong Yonggu, haha..."

This is just a corner of the capital, and the same scene is still being staged in other places, taking his wife and children to Huangquan together, resolutely and resolutely, without the slightest hesitation and nostalgia.

or the whole family of 13 self-immolated, or called their wives, children, and daughters-in-law to drink poisonous wine, or hanged themselves at home, or jumped into the nearest river......

When some officials in the capital staged the darkest scene, they were martyred for the Ming Dynasty, outside the Desheng Gate, under the welcome of the people, Li Zicheng led an army into the city, Wang Dehua was like a dog's leg, slave face, guiding in front.

As he went deeper into the capital and got closer and closer to the imperial city, Li Zicheng's brows furrowed, wrinkled more and more tightly, sniffed, looked up at the sky above the capital, and finally couldn't help asking: "Wang Dehua, how can there be such a strong smell of smoke in the city?" How can there be so much fire? ”

As soon as these words came out, Wang Dehua was stunned for a moment, and his face showed incomprehension, Li Zicheng saw his expression, and then added: "Before the army entered the city, I had repeatedly ordered that the people should not be disturbed, and those who violated the order would not be pardoned, could there still be people who did not obey the order and wanted to try the military law by themselves?" ”

In an instant, Wang Dehua quickly reacted, his expression was a little unnatural, and he hurriedly replied: "King Chuang, don't misunderstand, no one disturbs the people, the reason why there are so many fires and black smoke in the city is all because among those diehards, some officials want to go with the old dynasty and want to be martyred for the emperor of the previous dynasty." ”

At this moment, not only Li Zicheng was shocked, but also some other people in Li Jiajun were shocked, they didn't expect the decaying and decaying Ming Dynasty to be so popular? There are still people willing to die for him?

Li Zicheng's face was heavy, he turned his head to look at Gu Junen, and solemnly explained: "Military advisor, you go and make arrangements, explain to those troops who entered the city, and let them treat the bodies of the officials who committed suicide in the previous dynasty well, collect them well, and hand them over to their respective families or clansmen for burial." ”

"Yes, boss, my subordinates will go to Zhang Luo for this matter!"

Gu Junen solemnly bowed, sincerely admired, and was impressed by Li Zicheng's character, and was able to face up to those officials who committed suicide and martyrdom in the previous dynasty, and gave sufficient respect.