I thought about how Taoist Mu Shi set up a great Feng Shui formation in Guangzhou, intending to destroy Kun Ze's royal aura. Unexpectedly, Kun Ze was defeated in the end. And then I thought about the "New Taoism" that Lao Shizi is spreading everywhere now...
Sorry, I really have learned some strange overseas armor-defying skills...
Thinking of this, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, wondering what this person's opinions were. Unexpectedly, this person was just a layman, talking in random directions, but had no "dry stuff". After listening to a few words, Luo Heying knew that he was just a layman.
It's just scaremongering, but there is no real evidence. I feel a little disappointed.
In the evening, he talked about this matter as a joke with Gou Xunli. Unexpectedly, this old and cunning guy narrowed his eyes and started stroking his few rat beards.
"It doesn't matter if it's true or not, as long as you have something to talk about..." Monk Walrus said in a low voice.
"What does the mage mean?"
"The Kun thieves came here without any trouble. The local people have no ill feelings toward them. On the contrary, many people have benefited from them. So, if we just say that it is the will of the gods to kill the Kun thieves, that won't work."
"Of course." Luo Heying nodded, "Even if you go, you won't be able to do anything."
"So there has to be something evil that makes the people angry."
"Evil things?" Luo Heying thought for a while, thinking that the locals had never been massacred by bandits. If they want to say "evil things", they really can't think of them. Even if the people are dissatisfied with some of the policies, they are not enough to make them rise up.
"If you don't have any, just help Kun." Gou Xunli had already thought about it and whispered, "Didn't they build the camp to level the land for the cemetery?"
"Yes, but money was given to the landowners. Although the graves were leveled, all the owners were given money to bury them, and the bones of the owners were collected and buried together..." When Luo Heying said this, he suddenly understood something, "You are
explain?"
"Stealing graves and digging up graves is a heinous crime. It is also closely related to the local people and the gentry, so this is all we need to do..."
After hearing this, Luo Heying took a breath of air: "This is too unethical. It would be terrible if the Li family finds out."
"Of course you have to keep it secret to be new." Gou Xunli sneered, "Don't worry, someone will do it. You just need to seize the opportunity."
Luo Heying couldn't help but ask: "Timing, timing, when will this timing come?"
After hearing this, Gou Xunli looked up at the sky, and then sighed: "If you ask me, I don't know! I've been waiting here for ten years!"
Just as Luo Heying was about to scold X, Gou Xunli said again: "Don't be anxious, it will only happen in the past few months. Don't worry, Taoist Mu Shi said that as long as there is a suitable opportunity, you can take action!"
Luo Heying said: "If there is a suitable opportunity, it is now."
Firstly, the Australians are currently building roads and fortresses, and are digging and digging everywhere, which is a good time to frame and steal graves. Secondly, the puppet troupe that came to perform in Lijiawei in the previous period is performing at Xiaoyao Market.
Attacking the camp may not be successful, but attacking the theater troupe staying at the hotel in the market is not something that can be done easily.
"This puppet troupe is run by the thief Kun. If we take this opportunity to destroy them, the thief Kun will be furious."
Gou Xunli nodded silently, thinking that this man really had some plans and was not a reckless warrior.
Taoist Mu Shi had actually told him that it was a foregone conclusion that the imperial court would go south to attack the Kun bandits. Although there was no clear purpose, the cabinet and the emperor had made up their minds, and action would be taken within the next two or three months.
But when will this action come? I am waiting for the rain in a land that has been dry for a long time!
Capital
The first day of December in the ninth year of Chongzhen (December 27, 1636)
It was almost the time of Xu, and the huge city of Beijing had fallen into silence. Because the Donglu invaded in July, the troops attacked Changping, Liangxiang, and Shunyi, and the troops were directed at the capital. The capital had several police officers in January. Although the Donglu have retreated
, but many of the resulting refugees are still stranded in the city. The public security in the city is not stable, and the government strictly prohibits nights. The night markets and tourist places outside the city are also quiet now, and you can only vaguely hear the noise in the distance.
There was the sound of banging at the watch clock. It was dark outside the city and it looked particularly eerie and desolate.
Although it has already entered the twelfth lunar month, there is no joy and celebration of the New Year in the city. The world is difficult and the people are struggling to make ends meet.
There were banquets, songs and dances as usual in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion and in the wealthy families. However, the entrances and courtyards were covered with curtains, and the light from the high-burning purple candles and Australian oil lamps did not shine through at all. The songs played by the singers and musicians were all in low tones.
It was low and lingering in the ears of the host and guests. Even they rarely spoke loudly, only talking quietly.
In the past few years, the war has been unfavorable, and the country's power has been declining. The emperor's temper has also become worse day by day. The eunuchs and factory guards who were originally excluded have gradually regained their prestige a few years ago. Although a group of people have changed, their behavior has changed.
It was still the familiar smell of the old days. The pleasure-seeking activities of officials and wealthy people had also become much more obscure, lest anyone intentionally spread them to the emperor, disturbing his state of mind and attracting the wrath of thunder.
The lanterns and candlelight hanging on the gate of the imperial city swayed in the wind, reflecting the uneven stone road and the armor of the Han generals standing guard, glowing slightly. For the owner here, the ninth year of Chongzhen was a great time.
It's not a bad year, nor a good year. Of course, for the emperor, bad news is the norm, and as long as there is no worse news, it is considered a good year.
Compared with last year, in the first month of the first month, thirteen families of bandits invaded Fengyang and set fire to the ancestral mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty; in February, the Kun bandits raided Guangdong, Guangzhou and Zhaoqing fell successively, and then Guangdong and Guangxi... The situation in the ninth year of Chongzhen was not too bad.
The best news is that the rogue bandits, who once had the potential to start a prairie fire, have lost their former momentum under the suppression of officers and soldiers commanded by Lu Xiangsheng, Hong Chengchou and others. Especially in July of this year, "Ju Canal" Gao Yingxiang was captured and deported to the capital.
Execution. This was nothing less than a shot in the arm for the already anxious court.
However, looking at the overall situation, the situation in the Ming Dynasty has not improved. Gao Yingxiang's capture was only a major setback for the strongest group of bandits. Overall, the activities of bandits are still very frequent. Li Zicheng and other troops were active in Shaanxi and Ningxia
, Gansu; Zhang Xianzhong, Gezuo Wuying, Luo Rucai, Liu Guoneng, Li Wanqing and other troops were galloping in the vast areas of Henan, Huguang, and Anhui. As for the small-scale "roving bandits", "local bandits", "mountain bandits" and "sea bandits", they began to rise
The whirling fire was like a spark of fire, spreading everywhere. The court was overwhelmed with attention and was in a passive state everywhere.
The Donglu outside Shanhaiguan proclaimed themselves emperor that year, claiming to be Manchuria, and officially fighting against the Ming Dynasty. If this is just a false name, then in July, the Eight Banners Army led by Azig entered the pass to plunder, but once again ruthlessly attacked the devastated northern land.
He stabbed hard.
Fortunately, the Kun thieves who captured Guangdong and Guangxi last year and shocked the government and the public have stopped moving forward. There has been no major movement in the entire nine years of Chongzhen. It seems that they have satisfied the status quo of occupying the two provinces.
No matter what the Kun thief's intention is, as long as no trouble occurs, it is good news for the young emperor.
It is already the twelfth lunar month, and even though it is the end of the year, there is always a pomp and show in the palace. The court officials packed up the gourds and python robes in preparation for the New Year; the young eunuchs and maids cleaned the palace, and the craftsmen
They repaired the house utensils, including peach charm boards, general charcoal, and door gods used on the doors during the New Year; paintings of the God of Fortune, Ghost Judge, and Zhong Kui were hung indoors. The eight treasures of gold and silver, Western prayer wheels, and dragons woven with yellow coins were hung on the bed;
Sesame stalks planted in the trees, cypress branches burned in the courtyard...everything was sent to the palace through the twenty-four yamen in a steady stream. The palace, which was usually deserted and lifeless, now seemed to have some vitality.
The first watch had been beaten, and the emperor in the Qianqing Palace finally put down the cinnabar pen in his hand and temporarily left the pile of memorials.
Although the memorials did not bring him any happiness, and were sometimes the source of endless troubles, he was unwilling to leave. He had a feeling that as long as he did not open the memorials to review them, they would turn into blazing flames.
Devouring the entire country of the Ming Dynasty.
Sometimes, he felt that he was worse than a death row prisoner, who was just waiting to die. But he was like a person who was about to drown, struggling desperately, but couldn't even hold on to a straw...
"Your Majesty..." When an eunuch saw him getting up, he quickly seized the opportunity to tell him that today he was going to have dinner with Concubine Tian.
Dinner was supposed to be served at the second quarter of the Shen hour, but now it has passed the Xu quarter. Concubine Tian Guifei had already sent several groups of eunuchs outside the Qianqing Palace to find out when the emperor would finish reviewing, but none of the eunuchs dared to remind the emperor.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Chongzhen put his palm on his forehead, and his forehead was cold. The palace was tall, and even if he was reviewing memorials in the Nuan Pavilion in winter, his hands and feet would still be cold after a long time.
The eunuch in charge of Qianqing Palace immediately signaled that a eunuch would immediately bring the tea from the new tribute. Originally, it was very difficult to serve hot tea at any time in winter. The only way was to always light a charcoal stove in the corridor and stew boiling water.
. Since the Lingnan tribute came to the thermos bottle, the cost of the charcoal fire was still the same, but the money went into the pockets of the eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace.
"This is autumn tea." This cup of tea with the right temperature and overflowing fragrance is very useful to the tired emperor, especially the cup in front of him, which is as thin as an egg shell and crystal clear as if it were carved from white jade.
The enamel flower pattern inlaid with silver wire made me feel very comfortable looking at it, and I felt much better. I asked, "Where can I get the tribute?"
"The emperor said that the Wuyi Mountain tea came from Fujian." The eunuch in charge said, "It was offered by Zheng Sen, the commanding officer of the Zhongzuo Institute."
The name Zheng Sen caused a small ripple in his mind. He seemed to vaguely remember that Zou Weilian, the former governor of Fujian, mentioned this name. But he couldn't remember it.
Seeing the puzzled expression on his face, the eunuch quickly reminded him in a low voice: "He is the son of the former governor Zheng Zhilong. Now he has also inherited the worldly position..."