Puchi!
Puchi!
Puchi!
……
The Brocade Guard did not pay attention to the dumbfounded ministers. They directly dragged those wailing Jiangnan big shots out of the hall and ended their lives with a knife.
After the execution, the Brocade Guards followed Zhu Ciao's orders and cast the heads of these people into the capital. They stood on the left and right outside Taihe Hall.
"This…this…this…"
Emperor Si Zong was dumbstruck at the sight before him.
He had watched the Crown Prince grow up.
He was gentle and humble, polite to everyone, and did not put on any airs.
Whether it was the officials in the court or the Imperial Teacher in the Eastern Palace, they all said that the Crown Prince was a modest and kind person.
But why did he seem to have changed into a different person now?
However, it seemed that the Crown Prince was still the most effective against these rebels!
Zhu Ciao was now paying attention to Emperor Sizong, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty recorded in the history books.
His hair was white, his face was old, his waist was hunched, and he looked tired.
Although he was only thirty-three years old, he looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties.
It seemed that the 17 years of life as an emperor had brought him more anxiety and pressure!
Zhu Ci's feelings for Emperor Si Zong were very complicated.
Because he was the original owner of his body, he naturally had a good impression of Emperor Si Zong.
Moreover, Emperor Si Zong was indeed very good to his children.
From a father's point of view, he could at least score 90 points.
But as an emperor, Emperor Si Zong completely failed.
He was suddenly pushed out to be the emperor.
He had not received a systematic imperial education, nor was he born as a master of power like Jiajing, so he kept making stupid moves after he came to power.
The other fatal flaw was that he was mean and stingy.
Meritorious deeds are not rewarded, but mistakes are punished!
Therefore, the big shots below did not do anything if they could.
The efficiency of the entire Ming Dynasty's bureaucracy was frighteningly low.
No big shot was willing to take responsibility for what happened.
To be honest, even if Emperor Si Zong went on stage and did nothing, continuing the path of his carpenter brother, Great Ming would not have perished so quickly.
Emperor Si Zong's only redeeming qualities were the unyielding nature that flowed in Zhu Ming's royal bloodline and his own honesty!
"Crown Prince, the raiders are about to arrive. What do you think?"
The Crown Prince's decisiveness had left a strong impression on Emperor Si Zong.
He could not help but ask the Crown Prince for his opinion on the current situation.
"Fight to the death!"
Zhu Ci Xin said without hesitation.
"Your Highness, you must not!"
"The raiders are in high spirits, while the government troops have been wiped out. The remaining soldiers were old and weak, and they lacked food and clothing. If he brought these people to fight the raiders, he would definitely lose!”
"Then what do you think we should do?”Zhu Ciao stared at the Minister of War and asked.
"Should…should…"
The Minister of War couldn't answer.
He felt that the best way was to abandon the capital and go south to Jinling!
But the Crown Prince had just said that anyone who dared to talk about moving the capital would be killed without mercy!
Han Tong's blood had not dried yet. The heads of those Jiangnan ministers were still piled outside Taihe Palace. This word he did not dare to say no matter what.
But if they didn't move the capital, would they have to fight to the death like the Crown Prince said?
What a joke!
If the government troops could defeat the raiders, they would have done so long ago.
Why wait until the raider army arrived at the city today?
"Hmm?"
Zhu Ci Xin snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I am ignorant! I am ignorant! Your Highness, please guide me! Pointing out the right path!"
The Minister of War was so scared that he was sweating profusely. He knelt on the ground and begged for forgiveness!
"Bengong knows that most of you still have the idea of luck in your hearts, hoping to move the capital south, right?”
Zhu Ci Xin stood in front of the main hall, his gaze like a torch as he swept his gaze across the officials.
Whether it was the ministers or the dukes, they all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Zhu Cixi!
"The raiders are about to arrive at the city. If they moved south in a hurry, they would most likely be defeated by the raiders. When the time comes, all you have to do is surrender. The ones who are truly unlucky are only BenGong and His Majesty!”
"Humph!"
After Emperor Si Zong heard this, he couldn't help but snort coldly.
Since ancient times, ministers could surrender, but kings could not!
If the ministers surrendered, they could still enjoy their wealth.
However, how many of them would end well if the king surrendered?
In the end, it would be a cup of poisoned wine!
"I don't dare! I don't dare!"
"Little Hou is loyal to His Highness and would never dare to have such thoughts!”
"I don't even dare to think of such a treasonous idea!”
“……”
As soon as Zhu Ci Xin said this, everyone in Taihe Palace fell to their knees.
Other than him and Emperor Si Zong, no one else was standing.
"The capital is the foundation of Great Ming! Moving the capital to the south, the power of the world would definitely shift! Don't you see the Southern Song Dynasty?"
Hiss…
When they heard Zhu Ci Xi mention the Southern Song Dynasty, all the ministers gasped!
It was only after the Song Dynasty went south that it became a weak Song Dynasty.
Every year, they paid tribute to the Northern Dynasty, but in the end, they still couldn't avoid the death of the Yashan.
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