Ignoring nothing else, the two hurried to the Forbidden City Gatehouse.

Nanjing's Damingmen Square is much more childish than Jingshi's Chengtianmen Square, but it is still very magnificent.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhu Yousong was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop.

At least hundreds of scholars of the Donglin Restoration Society, thousands of them, and possibly even more people in Nanjing, are protesting loudly.

The content of the protest was naturally that there were traitors in the imperial court who put the prince under house arrest.

Their demand was to release Zhu Cihong, the prince of Chongzhen in Nandu, and let Hongguang fulfill his promise and abdicate Zhengguo.

"Aiqing, what should I do now?"

Zhu Yousong used to be just a prince who was raised as a pig, and then his home was occupied by thieves, and he was displaced all the way, and it was hard to eat enough, I thought that this life would be like that.

Who would have thought that Chongzhen would suddenly hang up, and the crown prince Zhu Cihong still didn't know his whereabouts, and he was proclaimed emperor when he came to run.

Where did he see Donglin's skills, and he was immediately stupid.

Ma Shiying didn't expect that the Donglin Party would move so quickly.

The Donglin Party naturally moved quickly, because they hated Zhu Yousong, the Hongguang Emperor, for more than a day or two.

At the beginning, Ma Shiying united the four towns of Jiangbei and supported Zhu Yousong to take the throne, but before the Donglin Party could react, it had already ascended the throne.

Forced by the current situation, the Donglin Party verbally recognized the legitimacy of the Hongguang regime.

It can be admitted that all along, the Donglin Party has not been idle at all, and what they are waiting for is this opportunity.

Of course, this is also thanks to our fake prince, whose performance in the Wuying Hall that day can be called an actor.

The Donglin Party behind the scenes turned out to be using this excuse to make some trouble, and they didn't expect that this fake prince could really bring down Hongguang.

Compared with Emperor Hongguang, who favored the eunuchs, it was obvious that this fake prince who was held by his own people was better controlled.

As for whether the Zhu family is the emperor, what is the matter with our Donglin Qunxian?

"Qingjun side!"

"Qingjun side!"

"Abdicate Jeongkook! Abdicate Jeongkook! ”

The dense sea of people occupied the small Damingmen Square, and Zhu Yousong and Ma Shiying felt numb for a while.

If you let this group of thugs rush in, will it be okay?

But the problem is that Ma Shiying only has the right to transfer the four towns in Jiangbei in name, and whether he can really adjust it depends on whether there is money and grain to pay.

Even if it can be moved, the four towns of Jiangbei are far away, and the military power of Nanjing City is not in his hands.

At present, the one who holds the military power is the Nanjing garrison appointed by Emperor Chongzhen before, Xincheng Bozhao Zhilong.

He, the head of the cabinet, can only stare at this group of people making trouble.

Ma Shiying knew very well that since the Donglin Party had chosen to make a coup d'état, they would definitely communicate with Zhao Zhilong first.

At this time, if you go to ask Zhao Zhilong, you can only bring humiliation on yourself.

He suddenly sadly discovered that his dignified cabinet chief assistant, and next to him was the current emperor of the Ming Dynasty, who were already the two people with the highest status.

But such an emperor, a first assistant, can only rely on others if anything happens.

In Nanjing, they did not even have the means to cope with the riots.

They are helpless in these two, but they are already in full swing to welcome the new emperor to the throne.

The morning breeze blows, bringing with it the coolness of early spring in March.

This is the seventh day that Wang Zhiming has been locked up in the inner hall since the confrontation in the Wuying Hall that day.

Now he can't sleep well or sit steadily, pacing around the palace, not knowing how to break this situation.

Hongguang didn't let himself out, so he could only wait for the Qing army to break through Nanjing in May, and the death date was approaching day by day.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer.

An acquaintance appeared at the door, but it was Mu Hu, the servant of Gao Mengji, the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple.

Why did Wang Zhiming recognize it at a glance?

Because this Mu Hu is the connector sent by the Donglin Party.

Wang Zhiming in history is just a chess piece, and he only knows Mu Hu.

In this matter, the real mastermind behind the scenes is very hidden, and whether he will be recognized or not, it will not affect the behind-the-scenes.

Even Mu Hu's master, Gao Mengji, Shaoqing of Honglu Temple, is just a small role that can be abandoned at any time in the Donglin Party.

As soon as he saw Mu Hu, Wang Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, people like Mu Hu have been able to enter the palace in a grand manner, which means that the Donglin Party finally plans to do it.

"Please stay in the Qianqing Palace as soon as possible."

Mu Hu said, handing over a persuasion form signed by Gao Mengji, the young secretary of Honglu Temple, and more than a dozen Donglin Party ministers.

These people usually don't say a word, but they are uniform at such times.

Wang Zhiming looked at this persuasion form, and was very shocked by the intricacies of the Donglin Party forces that wanted to push him to the top behind the scenes.

"I know, I know."

Wang Zhi was obviously a little dazed, and looked at Mu Hu: "What am I going to do, what should I do, you tell me one by one." ”

Mu Hu went out and looked left and right, then turned back and said, "The master asked me to tell the master that thanks to my performance in Wuying Hall that day, things went unexpectedly well. ”

"In addition to Nanjing, even many decision-making fathers in other places have already believed that the master is true, and they have persuaded him to advance."

"Now the master only needs to follow me to the Qianqing Palace, and the rest of the things will be handled by the master."

As he spoke, he smiled.

"Master, to tell you the truth, whether it is standing as usual, or promulgating the edict of the former emperor to establish the crown prince, it should be implemented by the first assistant, but now the traitor Ma Shiying is the first assistant, I am afraid that I can't count on it."

"There are all the adults outside running for the master, they are all famous former ministers, whether in the court or among the people, they are quite prestigious."

"Master, tonight the ministers will guard the spirit of the first emperor in the ancestral hall, and at that time, you must take the opportunity of the tall man's recital to force Hongguang to abdicate."

"Don't worry, the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, three out of four, have been explained by us, act as usual, and you can ascend to the throne!"

"I'll listen to you." Wang Zhiming nodded.

Looking at Wang Zhiming's honest appearance, Mu Hu seemed to have forgotten that the prince had forced back a group of questioning voices in Wuying Palace.

He was very satisfied, and as soon as he went out and waved his hand, a group of chamberlains came in and hugged Wang Zhiming out of the inner hall.

After a while, a eunuch came and shouted, "Who are you, and what are you going to do?" ”

"Without His Majesty's holy decree, he cannot be taken away!"

Mu Hu sneered and shouted loudly: "The prince crosses to the south, Hongguang does not think of abdicating Zhengguo, but puts the prince under house arrest, what is the reason?" ”

"Call me!"

The voice landed, and the group of chamberlains who had already been bought off rushed forward and punched and kicked the eunuch to death.

......

That night, outside the Daming Gate of the Forbidden City in Nanjing.

"Abdicate!"

"Abdicate!"

The people who made trouble outside the Daming Gate gathered more and more, and Zhao Zhilong, the Xincheng Bo who held the military power in Nanjing, still did not make any movement.

Zhu Yousong and Ma Shiying had no choice but to order Huang Degong, one of the four towns in Jiangbei, to immediately lead his troops into Beijing to maintain order.

Not to mention what Huang Degong thinks about the recent uproar about the prince's Nandu, let's just say that his soldiers and horses are also eighteen zhang away from Nanjing City.

Even if you come immediately after receiving the order, you won't be able to arrive in three or five days.

Now Hongguang can't afford to wait even one night.

Zhu Yousong is leading the ministers to guard the soul of the first emperor in the ancestral hall, that is, the martyred Emperor Chongzhen, and he can also hear the whispers below.

But he couldn't do anything.

First of all, as an emperor, he just has no real power, and he has no concept of governing the country, and he only cares about eating, drinking and having fun for a year.

It is because of this that Ma Shiying and others will support him as emperor.

Now a prince has crossed to the south and put his throne in jeopardy, and after missing the opportunity to kill the prince that day, the situation is quite passive.

As an emperor, Hongguang didn't have any henchmen, so he could only say that he was not wronged at all when he was banned.

At this moment, there was a clutter outside the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Oops, stop hitting me, stop fighting!"

After a burst of screams, the long-awaited ministers of Nanjing finally met their new son of heaven - "Zhu Cihong".

A few days have passed, and the appearance of the prince has not changed much.

Thin, pale, with nocturnal dew on his body, he stood alone in front of Emperor Chongzhen's coffin.

Gao Mengqing, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, was the first to carry a linen robe and bow down, and shouted: "Long live!" ”

Zhu Yousong was frightened by this high-pitched voice, and subconsciously turned around to look.

"Your Excellency, please get up, I dare not be ashamed."

After all, it was the first time he was proclaimed emperor, and Wang Zhiming didn't have the broken can that day, but he looked a little cramped.

The first reaction was to lean down and help Gao Mengying up.

Wang Zhiming searched his mind for all kinds of descriptions of Renjun in later TV series and novels, trying to show his humility to the ministers.

But the ministers didn't get up, and Mu Hu also came to him and coughed lightly.

This is the code word they agreed on on the road, and if the false prince and king act inappropriately, they will use it as a sign.

"Your Highness, you can call 'sir'."

"Sir."

Wang Zhiming's cheeks blushed in an instant, he was born in later generations, and he really didn't know how to succeed to the throne as an emperor.

In fact, as the Son of Heaven, in the face of the bowing of his ministers, he only needs to say "flat" with dignity and grace, and this is enough.

However, today's general trend has been achieved, as long as it is not too exaggerated, it will not affect the outcome of the matter.

Gao Mengqing, the young secretary of Dali Temple, turned to Zhu Yousong, the Hongguang Emperor who was at a loss, and said: "Your Majesty, the day when the prince ascends to the pole is tomorrow, how can there be a reason for the Son of Heaven to be in the south hall?" ”

"The matter of moving the palace, the foolish ministers thought that it would be tonight, and His Majesty would do it today, and the ministers of the six ministries and the auxiliary wings of each court also thought that it should be today."

"Please also Your Majesty, the crown prince, abdicate and move to the palace!"

As she spoke, Gao Mengqing stood up slightly, her eyes like electricity: "No matter what Your Majesty wants to say or do, the ministers think that the crown prince must be in the Qianqing Palace!" ”