A.D. 1644, that is, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty.

In this year, Li Zicheng, the king of Liukou, captured Xi'an, and proclaimed himself emperor in Xi'an, with the country name "Dashun".

On the eighth day of the first month of the same year, Li Zicheng waved his army to the east, and the momentum of the Dashun army was like a rainbow, and the soldiers pointed directly at the Beijing division, and the officers and soldiers surrendered everywhere they went in Shanxi.

Everywhere he went, he only killed the clan and robbed the rich, known as the recovery of stolen goods, and the ordinary people were exempted from taxation for three years.

In this way, he was welcomed and worshiped by the poor peasant people, during which nursery rhymes were sung:

Seeking ascension in the morning and seeking harmony in the evening, it is difficult for the poor to survive recently. Open the door early to worship the king, and the discipline is happy for everyone big and small.

Slaughtered cattle and sheep, prepared wine syrup, opened the gate of the city to meet the king, and the king came and did not pay for the grain. Eat his mother, her mother, and eat not enough to break the king.

If you don't pay for it, you don't pay for food, and everyone has a happy life.

This peasant anger swept away in the direction of Jingshi like a fire, and it was bound to crush and burn the rotten Zhu Mingxia.

On March 18, the Ming Dynasty has entered the final countdown, at this time the Ming Dynasty Division, outside the city is the army array, the city is sad people, the air showers ice lightning, thunder and thunder, the right time and place and the three talents are lost, full of strong death.

Chongzhen stood outside the Zhaoren Hall with a long sword in his hand, and just now he had stabbed his own daughter Princess Changping in the hall, and the blood on the sword was still slowly dripping down.

Chongzhen pretended to be expressionless, waved his hand to summon a small eunuch in the distance, and said: "Go and tell Empress Yi'an, don't be a fluke, and keep some face with yourself, and be loyal." The little eunuch trembled, and when he heard this, he quickly turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait."

Chongzhen handed the long sword in his hand to the little eunuch and said, "If she doesn't, stab her to death, go quickly!" The little eunuch obediently held his sword and ran quickly towards the imperial concubine's bedroom.

Seeing him go, Chongzhen seemed to remember something, turned around and walked towards Kunning Palace.

When Chongzhen went to Kunning Palace, he saw that the queen had hanged herself in the palace and died of anger, Chongzhen couldn't help but show sadness, but he bowed his head lightly and said: "It's good to die, it's good to die." ”

After that, he stopped looking at the queen's body, walked straight into the palace to find a place to sit down, picked up the wine jug and poured himself wine. At this time, a middle-aged eunuch in a big red python robe outside the palace walked in lightly with a package in his hand, kneeling beside Chongzhen, this person was Wang Chengen, the eunuch of the master of ceremonies inside and outside the capital of Jiumen, Chongzhen's most trusted person.

After Chongzhen finished drinking the wine in the cup, Wang Chengen spoke: "Long live the things that Lord Banzai explained to the slave and maid, and the slave and maid have all done it." ”

Chongzhen didn't respond after hearing this, picked up the wine jug he had just put down again, poured two glasses of wine, and then said, "Cheng'en, get up, come, have a drink with me." ”

Wang Chengen's body fell to the ground, his body trembled but he didn't get up, as if he hadn't heard.

Chongzhen glanced sideways at Wang Chengen who was lying on the ground, and did not blame him for "resisting the decree", it is ridiculous to think about it, what kind of emperor is he now? This imperial decree out of this Forbidden City is as useless as toilet paper, if you don't listen to it, you won't listen to it! He shook his head helplessly and drank the wine in his glass.

Wang Chengen's body trembled more and more frequently, and finally seemed to muster up enough courage, and shouted with a crying voice, "Wan, long live Lord, the slave maid has something to think and want to say." He choked up and twitched as he spoke.

"If you want to say it, what are you crying about?!"

Wang Chengen was obedient, his tone paused, he tried his best to control his emotions, and only said after calming down a little: "The slave maid is the palace that entered the Wanli period, and has served by his side since the birth of the Long Live Lord, watching you become the saint of the present day from the king of faith back then." The slave is incompetent, the slave and the slave deserve to die, but the slave and the slave hate, and the slave and the maid can't figure it out! The more Wang Chengen spoke, the more incoherent he became, and his emotions were like a flood that had loosened the floodgates.

"Your Majesty, long live the Lord, you have only been established for a long time, and you have already flourished! Every time I comb my hair, the slave and maid are holding back tears! Long live the dragon robe is broken, and I am reluctant to change it! Just let the clothes be sewn and mended. Since you ascended the throne, you have been worried about national affairs, and you have been dreaming of sleeping at night! I only sleep for two hours a day, but even the whispering in my dream is a call to discuss the affairs of Liaodong! All this, those civil and military officials can't see it, those people and thieves can't see it, but the slaves and maids can see it! The slave and maid looked at it and felt pain in their hearts! ”

Speaking of this, Wang Chengen couldn't help but stand up, beating his chest, so uncomfortable.

"Although the slave and maid are crippled, the heart of the villain, and they can't pretend to be the whole world, but they can pretend to be the word father! Know who is the master and who is the slave! The dog thief deserves to die, forcing the Lord to die for his so-called duty as a monarch and minister! And the slave maid just learned from the subordinates that when the thief party came to the outside of the city, he. He. He's already planning to open the city and surrender! And that Cao..."

"Enough!"

Wang Chengen immediately knelt on the ground and stopped talking.

Chongzhen heard these three words of light Shixiang, and felt a chill, as early as the third day of the first lunar month, when Li Zicheng entered Shanxi, and the soldiers could threaten the Beijing division at any time, Zuo Zhongyun Li Mingrui once again mentioned to him the matter of moving south.

The Ming Dynasty moved the capital from the Yongle Dynasty to the north, and the original imperial palace and the six-part system of Yingtianfu have been retained, and it is precisely in consideration of the problems that future generations may face, so a set of teams sufficient for emergency response have been retained. And half of the world's taxes are out of the south of the Yangtze River, objectively speaking, the choice of moving the capital to Nanjing at this time is indeed the safest.

Chongzhen's heart is also biased towards moving the capital, but once this matter is raised, it will be difficult, and the officials will make a fuss, coupled with some bad experiences in the previous dynasty, Chongzhen is afraid of face, and has to end this proposal with the death of the king.

It's a pity that the current situation is still too much compared to the change of Tumubao, but there is no one in the court who is humble and ordinary as Shaobao.

Among the civil officials who prevented the southward migration, the first person was Guang Shixiang. So Chongzhen stopped Wang Chengen after hearing his name, he didn't want to hear this person again, as for whether he betrayed and became a thief, although he was resentful, he was powerless to deal with him.

"Let's go, follow me up to Banzai Mountain (Coal Mountain)."

Chongzhen got up and walked out, patted Wang Chengen, who was kneeling, and motioned to follow.

Long Live Mountain is located directly north of the Forbidden City, overlooking the entire capital. It is said that in the early period, the imperial court piled coal on this mountain to prevent the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty from besieging Jingshi and causing fuel shortages, so it was also called "coal mountain".

The two of them walked to the eastern foot of Long Live Mountain, and there were still palace people waiting to follow them on the way, Chongzhen remembered his loyalty, and ordered everyone to disperse, and they went for their lives.

Next to the Shouhuang Pavilion, under an old locust tree, Chongzhen stood still and overlooked the capital, stunned.

"My brother should be Yao Shun." Chongzhen remembered this sentence that Emperor Apocalypse said to himself before he died, and the words contained Emperor Apocalypse's infinite expectations and emotions for himself. After all, the kingdom is dead, or it is at my hands! The more Chongzhen thought about it, the more ashamed he became, and his forbearance and composure were on the verge of collapse, as an emperor, he didn't want to lose his country, and as a person, he didn't want to die like this!

But the Zhu family does not have a son of heaven who fled south, and anyone can have a choice, but he can't.

Ashamed to the depths, he cut his robe and untied his belt, bit his fingertips, used his fingers as a pen, used blood as ink, and wrote down 66 characters of the bloody edict:

I have been on the throne for 17 years.

Three invitations to heaven sin, resulting in three captures to the ground, and the traitor approached the Beijing Division.

The ministers mistakenly me, and I have no face to see the emperor underground.

Cover the face with hair, let the thief split the corpse, and kill the civil officials.

Don't spoil the mausoleum, don't hurt one of my people.

After writing the edict, he threw the edict on the ground, stood on tiptoe and struggled to grab the white silk that hung on the locust tree, and put it around his neck.

Wang Chengen burst into tears, firmly raised the package in his hand and shouted: "Congratulations to Emperor Daming, Daxing!"

At this time, a gust of wind suddenly rose on the flat ground, and the thin branches on the old locust tree were blowing, shaking like a person.

Lao Huai is a grass and tree, although he can't be spoken, but he can see the scene in front of him, the Zhu family dynasty has changed for a hundred years, and it has also watched it for a hundred years.

Later generations have a cloud: the emperor is a slave of history, and this time, the Ming Dynasty chose Chongzhen as its slave and let him be martyred.

"The Ming Dynasty died at my hands, and I am a sinner of the Zhu family."

Chongzhen was ashamed and went to death.

At this moment, time stands still, and the old locust tree "wakes up".

When Chongzhen was dying in life and death, his mind was taken away by the old locust tree, which was infinitely elongated and turned for thousands of years. He seems to have spent his life in another world, no longer an emperor, an ordinary person, taking the college entrance examination, going to college, starting a job, getting married and having children, and dying peacefully in his old age.

"Smack!" With a bang, the branch of the locust tree broke, and Chongzhen fell to the ground.

Wang Chengen shouted, "Long live the lord!" Hurriedly stepped forward to help Chongzhen up, Chongzhen had a splitting headache, and he couldn't remember who he was for a while.

"Your Majesty, this is the will of God, God will not let you die!"

After hearing this, Chongzhen looked up at the old locust tree with difficulty, and after a while, his mind was much clearer, he remembered a lot of things, and he also remembered himself in another world, and couldn't help but say to the old locust tree:

"Thank you..."

At this time, the old locust tree has broken branches and is lifeless.

Whew, who said that the grass and trees are ruthless?