The fifth day of August is a nightmare in many people's minds.

Everyone who came back alive was like having been shut down from the door of ghosts.

When they returned, many people fell ill.

They don't know yet that what makes them more uncomfortable is to come.

That night, Yang Cheng should be in the Wuying Hall to guard Chongzhen's spirit.

He was dressed in plain white, sitting cross-legged on the futon, looking at Chongzhen's tablet thoughtfully.

In all fairness, Chongzhen does not have the "quality" of the king of the dead country, and he is the dynasty that took over the face of the dead country.

His elder brothers, Emperor Tianqi and Wei Zhongxian, spent all the tens of millions of dollars left by Wanli.

Moreover, officials are corrupt and bribe-taking, and generals are deducting soldiers' salaries, and no amount of money can fill the black hole of those people's greed.

"Your Highness." Curb Pilon came lightly and whispered.

"Huh?"

"Frontline Mansion, please take a look."

Holding the newspaper in both hands, he said respectfully.

Over time, he became more fluent in Chinese.

Yang Chengying took the three reports and took a look, Hong Chengchou had successfully taken Jizhen and was marching in the direction of Xuanfu.

Xuanfu does not have elite soldiers and strong generals, so there is no need to worry. The only one who is not at ease is Zhang Tianlin, who is stationed in Datong, and hopes that everything will go well.

The second is the Southern Route Army, He Kegang led the army south, and everything went well.

The third is the middle route army that Yang Chengying is most concerned about, and it is still on the way to pursue.

Due to the very decisive retreat of the Dashun army, it would take a little time for Wu Sangui, Azig, Kong Youde and others to catch up with them.

Because he was frightened on the fifth day of the junior high school, and Yang Chengying did not require it, the ministers who went to the Wuying Hall on the sixth day of the junior high school were less than half.

The officials stood sparsely and alone, not knowing what to do.

They have been frightened by Li Zicheng and Yang Chengying taking turns to fight.

Yang Chengying looked at them with a tired face: "I am not a person who loves to kill, you are in a dangerous environment, and some of you can be forgiven for being involuntarily."

The crowd listened.

"Rather finish me." Yang Chengying suddenly screamed.

"The minister is here." I strode in with my head held high and bowed.

Yang Chengying said: "You write down all these people who came today, especially remember the official position and place of origin, and when Fan Wencheng arrives, arrange a new position for them, and work well in the future, and I will not treat you badly."

The ministers present were all blinded: What? Don't you need to go through the program?

The procedure refers to "persuasion", according to the rules left by the ancestors, you have to give up three times.

"Let's talk about other things slowly, stabilizing Gyeonggi and laying the foundation for the unification of the world is the first priority."

Yang Chengying guessed what they were thinking, "Don't think about it in the future, do your own thing honestly, it's better than jumping up and down."

"Yes." Their elm heads finally got their heads right.

Yang Chengying was looking for the prince in the city yesterday, and it was unwise to hurriedly "persuade" him before the prince's whereabouts were clear.

Moreover, the Gyeonggi region, which needs to be stabilized quickly, will have to rely on officials to do their work.

After such a frightening yesterday, those who dared to come without notice were at least worth using in terms of guts.

It's not appropriate.

The capital division is too big, and the number of fugitives is large, so it is really difficult to find the whereabouts of the prince.

The Liaodong Army searched for three days in a row, but there was no whereabouts.

Among the frightened officials was one named Xue Guoguan, who was still in the Ministry of Rites.

He was a native of Hancheng County, Xi'an Prefecture, Shaanxi Province, and was a Jinshi in the 47th year of Wanli, and was first appointed as the governor of Laizhou Prefecture.

During the Apocalypse, he was promoted to the household department and made many achievements.

During the reign of Wei Zhongxian, court officials vied with each other to attack the Donglin Party.

He also followed the trend and impeached a group of Donglin Party members, and was promoted to a position, and by the way got acquainted with an important figure - Wen Tiren.

With the support of Wen Tiren, Xue

Guoguan was promoted to the position of Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Rites and a scholar of Tokaku University, and participated in confidential affairs.

In June last year, he was promoted to the Ministry of Rites.

Xue Guoguan also wanted to write a letter to Yang Chengying, because he was a cabinet minister and was targeted, and he didn't get a chance, so he survived on the fifth day of the new year.

After that, he fell ill, and in a daze until the ninth day of the new year, the high fever subsided.

As soon as he woke up, he asked the servants beside him, "How is the situation of Jingshi?"

"Martial law has been lifted under the Jingshi, and the Liaodong Army is cleaning the streets in the city and setting up a porridge factory to help the victims."

The servant replied.

"How do you know these things? Did you go out and inquire during my illness?" Xue Guoguan was surprised.

In his mind, a house slave can be equated with a short-sighted person, and he will not take the initiative to listen to these things.

But if the house slave makes his own decisions, he will feel that the wings of the bird are stiff and dare to fly out of the palm of his hand.

"Master, how dare the slave walk around at will, it was only when the Liaodong Army passed in front of the door that he knew. The porridge shack is not far from here, and the minions only learned." The servant said respectfully.

Xue Guoguan breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to get off the bed.

Mrs. Ke Shi came in and saw this scene and persuaded, "The old man is in good health, why don't you lie on the bed for a while."

"Well, it's okay to lie down all the time. I...... I want to go to the court and see it, so that I can know what is going on in the court."

Xue Guoguan said weakly.

Ke Shi listened, and said helplessly: "It just so happens that Zhang Youlang (Zhang Sizhi) of the Ministry of Rites has been sent by me to visit the patient several times, and it is estimated that he will come in a while today."

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier."

"He hasn't come yet."

While the husband and wife were talking, the servant came to report that the right attendant of the Ministry of Rites had arrived.

Xue Guoguan hurriedly asked him to invite Zhang Sizhi in.

Koch retreated into the inner chamber.

"Brother Xue!" As soon as Zhang Sizhi came in, he shouted, "Why are you still sleeping, your eyebrows are burning."

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Xue Guoguan asked lazily.

"You don't know yet, Yang Chengying's team in Shenyang has all come to Jingshi, and the officials of all ministries have already arrived."

"What!" Xue Guoguan's heart trembled, "Really?"

"What am I lying to you for, let's not go, I'm afraid it will have nothing to do with us in the future."

"Quick! Let's change our clothes and take a look."

Xue Guoguan couldn't sit still at all, changed into an official robe, and took a sedan chair with Zhang Sizhi to the Ministry of Rites.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I was stopped by the guards.

Looking at the guards in the uniforms of the Liaodong Army, Xue Guoguan and Zhang Sizhi were three points timid.

Thinking that he was the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, Xue Guoguan stubbornly said, "I am the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, why are you blocking my way!"

"Rite Department Shoshu? The surname of the Ministry of Rites is Feng, I don't know who Your Excellency is? However, I would like to remind you that this is not a place to stay, and you are invited to leave."

The Praetorian guards were holding guns, completely dishonoring.

Xue Guoguan and Zhang Sizhi saw that the other party was so strong, so they had to retreat.

At this time, someone shouted from behind, "Ouch, isn't this Xue Guoguan and Zhang Sizhi?"

The two looked back, and the person who came turned out to be Feng Quan.

However, Feng Quan's dress is completely different from theirs, not the official uniform of the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Quan said, "The two of you are not recuperating at home, why do you come to the Ministry of Rites?"

"I, we are Shangshu and the right squire, of course we can come." Zhang Si knows.

"I remember, you two are. However, you are the ministers of the Chongzhen Dynasty, not the current one, so let's get out of here."

Feng Quan smiled and walked into the yamen of the Ministry of Rites.

Xue Guoguan and Zhang Sizhi looked at each other, and finally determined one thing, Yang Chengying had moved all the institutions in Shenyang to Beijing.

They are unemployed.