After Bai Lu, the weather in the capital gradually became colder.
It was already the lights on, the moon was shining, and the night was drooping. In the majestic Forbidden City, candles were lit in the palaces everywhere, covering the entire palace in a solemn and mysterious atmosphere.
A newly built elixir room next to the Ganqing Palace is an exception. There is no light inside, and there is a slight ray of light around it. There are three steps, one staircase and one whistle at five steps. Even Wei Zhongxian, who has great supernatural powers and the Donglin Party members with great wisdom, cannot get close to it. Because the person responsible for guarding the guardians were a group of Taoist priests, Taoist priests from the royal palace.
What was doing in the Dan Room was a secret known to everyone in the entire palace and even the outside dynasty. The emperor was sick! A month ago, the emperor was accompanied by Wei Zhongxian and Keshi to take a boat trip to the west garden of the palace. He accidentally fell into the water and was rescued. Fortunately, the Secretary of the House of Remnants Huo Weihua presented the "Immortal Medicine" Linglu Drink; His Highness King Xin also learned the art of praying for blessings from the alien, and the priest's condition gradually improved.
However, the master who taught the King's Immortal Arts was probably a half-baked person. Otherwise, he would have to go to the palace every few days to cast spells to the emperor? Moreover, there must be ninety-eighty Taoist priests guarding him when doing the method, and no one can wait to get close to him. Even the stupid bird who was not open and wanted to pass by, there were dozens of strong bows serving him!
"Brother, have you really decided?"
There was no light in the Dan Room, only the washing of moonlight came in from the window, sprinkled on the ground, as if a layer of faint silk was laid. The two people sitting on the collapsed room could easily see the surroundings.
"At present, what good plans do you have for prosecutors?" The moonlight shone on the face of Emperor Apocalypse with a wry smile, making him look pale and powerless.
"But..." Zhu Youjian, the king of Xin, was very angry. His own brother was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the lord of the world! How could he fall to this point today?
"Now the world is full of disasters, the government is in a sluggish state, and all officials are following the same practice. There are also the Liaodong Tartars outside the pass. Brother cannot save the people from water and fire, nor can he support the country and fall..." Emperor Tianqi was very unwilling to accept it. He also had ideals and ambitions, and he also wanted to be a pride of a generation of saints! But the reality is cruel, he was restricted everywhere and everything was difficult. When the message Zhu Youcong gave him this time was confirmed, he completely gave up.
"No! You are the emperor! You can't just retreat like that!" Zhu Youjian roared in a low voice: "Kill! Let's kill them all! Change a group of new officials to come up!"
"How many kills? How many kills? Who will change?" After the ups and downs of the past five years, Emperor Tianqi is really tired, and his heart is weak before he grows old.
"Wouldn't it be certain to kill five hundred?" If five hundred is not enough, just kill one thousand and ten thousand. Zhu Youjian didn't believe that these scholars would not be afraid or feared!
"Hey... Brother Jian, do you know that there are thousands of Confucian children in this world, how can you and I kill them? Just how many dead men in your palace can kill? Have you forgotten? Taizu was punished and dealt with those corrupt officials with severe laws and peeled skin and grass, and how many years did he take care of them? Grandpa Chengzu personally created the "Yongle Prosperity" and was played with by court officials in his later years?" Now, Emperor Tianqi finally understood what Zhu Youcon said back then, but does he know his own younger brother?
"Isn't there any other way?" Zhu Youjian really didn't want his brother to take that step.
"Brother Jian, do you still remember the blood oath under the Taizu tablet?" Emperor Tianqi did not answer directly, but mentioned the oath he made with Zhu Youcong.
"Blood oath? Of course I remember!" Zhu Youjian was very curious. He and the emperor brother couldn't even solve the problems in front of him. How could the nine-year-old brother have such long-term plans?
"Brother is not going to escape, but to witness the great change of the world with his own eyes!" Emperor Tianqi saw hope from the secrets of the past few years, and saw a brother who has taken the world as his mission since childhood and is growing up vigorously. His steps are so solid, his hands are so powerful, and he is pushing away the haze for himself and the Ming Dynasty...
"My brother once said that one day the tiger returns to the mountain, blood will stain half of the sky. He wants to use those corrupt scholars and the blood of foreign tribes to cleanse a pure land for our Ming Dynasty and give us the bright world of the people of the Ming Dynasty!" Emperor Tianqi suddenly stood up from the collapse, his eyes flashing with longing, "If brother can really participate in it, I will have the face to see the ancestors and ancestors that day!"
"Isn't it the same if I ask me to go?" This brother has such a big ambition and a strong killing aura!
"Different!" Emperor Tianqi took Zhu Youjian's hand and said, "My brother has limited abilities and has a weak personality since childhood, so he can't hold on anymore. After so many days of conversation, can't you understand your hard work for me?"
"But..." Zhu Youjian didn't know if he really had the ability and had such good luck, so he persisted until the day when the sword in Luoyang was unsheathed.
"Nothing is true! Over the years, my brother has secretly cultivated you and supported you, and is asking you to help me gain more time and guard the country of this ancestor! If I really don't want to sit in this position at that time, then you are the greatest emperor of my country since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and even China in thousands of years!" Suddenly my face darkened, and I changed my name and said, "But I want you to remember that oath! If I am willing, you must give up your position and accompany me to visit these great rivers and mountains!"
"Swish--"
Zhu Youjian suddenly pulled out the sword of the Emperor of Heaven and Emperor, and slashed at his little finger in his left hand.
"My brother receive the order!" After enduring the severe pain, Zhu Youjian finally agreed to take on the heavy burden of Qianjun. In the past few months, from the initial disputes to the gentle persuasion of today, Zhu Youjian also knew that his brother had made up his mind this time. Moreover, it was too dangerous for him to stay in the palace. This time it was Huo Weihua from Wei Yi's party, who entered the Linglu Drink, but is it really that simple? Without the support of the emperor, Wei Yi can still maintain his current power? Don't everyone know who the real beneficiary will be? Besides, we can't always rely on his brother far away in Luoyang every time, although he can warn him in time; but as long as there is such an omission, he will never see this brother.
"You...what are you doing?" Emperor Tianqi took out the wounded medicine from the medicine box next to him in panic, and bandaged it for Zhu Youjian in tears. He reprimanded: "Why are you doing this? Are you still afraid that Brother Yu would not believe you?"
"No!" Zhu Youjian lets blood drop on the ground and shook his head: "Brother of me, I want to remember the oath between us three brothers! From now on, not only will the emperor and brother Cong charge forward for my Ming Dynasty, but I will also be by my side to shelter you from the wind and rain! Let's work together for the future of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Okay! This is my good brother!" Emperor Tianqi felt that his younger brother had suddenly grown up and had an indescribable heroism.
"What kind of entourage do the emperor's brother have to bring to Luoyang?" Zhu Youjian felt relieved when he thought about how long it would take to see this brother who was deeply in love with him.
"Just become concubine and Hui Concubine, plus Wang An!" Emperor Tianqi could not bring too many people when he left the capital this time. Wang An was the eunuch who accompanied Zhu Youcon to the capital, and was upright and distant; and the other two were the mothers of their children. Thinking of his two poor daughters, Emperor Tianqi felt sad. If he hadn't received the warning from his brother, he asked Wang An to secretly send them out of the palace to raise them, they would have encountered an unexpected situation like their brothers. "Concubine Yu and Concubine Chun, please find an appropriate opportunity to send them to Luoyang too!"
"What about Concubine Ren?" Zhu Youjian really didn't know what to do with Wei Zhongxian's nephew and granddaughter.
"I don't want to see this woman again!" This statement came from the teeth of Emperor Tianqi. He didn't know that this woman pretended to be Queen Zhang who had died in history after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, cheated and surrendered to Li Zicheng. Finally returned to Beijing and supported by the Qing court. But he had known for a long time that this disaster often informed Wei Yin, and used his power to stir up the wind and rain in the palace...
"My brother understand!" Zhu Youjian also hated this woman. With his brother's instructions, the fate of that woman was destined.
"Your brother must be more careful in the palace! I don't know when I will meet again today. If you are not by your side, you must take good care of yourself!" Emperor Tianqi patted Zhu Youjian on the shoulder, his eyes full of unbearableness.
"Take care of your brother all the way, you will be wronged!" Although the Ming emperor's life was not very smooth, he usually had a wealth of food and clothing. If things had not threatened his brother's life, Zhu Youjian would not agree to him doing this.
"For brother, I have to do something for my career, not to enjoy my happiness!" Luoyang, that magical place! It is my hope, the hope of the Ming Dynasty!
King Xin Zhu Youjian cut off his fingers and prayed for blessings, but he was unable to return to heaven. In August of the seventh year of Tianqi, bad news came. Emperor Zhu Youjiao died in the Qianqing Palace on the day of Yimao! The temple name was Xizong, and his posthumous title was Datian Chandao Dun Xiao Duyou Zhang Wenxiang Wujing Muzhuang Qinjie Emperor.
When the people of Luoyang heard this, they were mourning everywhere. They had never seen the emperor, and they didn't even know whether the emperor was always or young. But they all sincerely thanked this good emperor. If he hadn't sent King Fu here, they would not have known what kind of tragic life they would have lived. For a time, hundreds of thousands of people in Luoyang were wearing mourning clothes and cried and bowed to the direction of the capital!