I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 251 The routine is too deep...

Can you think of a way to make the wealthy families in the south of the Yangtze River rebel...

The idiot emperor's words directly made Wei Zhongxian tremble in fright, his knees softened, and he staggered violently.

"Long live……"

Wei Zhongxian lowered his head and asked nervously: "It's not impossible for them to rebel..."

"and then?"

"And then, how should it end?"

"There's no need to end it."

"But, long live... Grandpa!"

The idiot emperor drank tea slowly, looked around, and said with a smile: "There are 1 more father-in-laws and mother-in-laws, and dozens of more brothers-in-law and sister-in-law, shouldn't it arouse the resentment of those scholars?

Pick a few who can write articles, let them scold the court hard, scold you Wei Zhongxian.

The scolding is harsh, and there are too many people scolding. There will always be some people with ulterior motives who will take advantage of these negative emotions and rebel. Under the banner of the Qing emperor's side and killing treacherous officials, they will attack the city and conquer the land along the way, and they will go straight to the capital.

Do you think it makes sense? "

Wei Zhongxian: "..."

Well, he had already expected that the one who would be blamed in the end would be him, the great eunuch and treacherous minister, the one who instigated the emperor to be extravagant, extravagant and wasteful.

"Long live, servant, obey the order!"

Wei Zhongxian straightened his waist in joy, and said with a flattering smile: "Long Live Lord, servants are very good at inciting the people below to take the side of the emperor and kill treacherous ministers."

Zhu Youjian said warmly, "That's good."

So, Wei Zhongxian walked out quickly, the soles of his feet were as light as chicken feathers, with a weird smile on his face, as if he was spoiled by the emperor, shy and satisfied.

This wave is stable again.

Looking back at Wei Zhongxian's light and light walking posture, the idiot emperor looked down at his cloud treading boots, shook his head and sighed: "This old man Wei Zhongxian is a masochist?"

But he was perfectly happy with it.

Look, this is a professional treacherous minister, with a quick mind, a slick face, and a gentle and elegant writing. Wei Zhongxian can quickly understand a general idea just as soon as he, the idiot emperor, came up with it.

Moreover, it can be executed immediately.

You are worthy of being my prodigal good assistant...

……

So, after a day and a night.

Rumors abounded in the capital city.

A piece of rhetorical, penetrating, and well-founded "conquest essay" came into being, and the common people all over the street were talking about it: "The idiot emperor was bewitched by the treacherous minister, the great eunuch, and the old eunuch Wei Zhongxian, and he was greedy for beauty. Sex, ignoring the government, extorting money, playing songs every night..."

In addition, there are some Allegro scripts, Guzi Ci, and even some Liyuan opera singers, who also began to denounce Wei Xie in a big way.

The officers and soldiers of the Beijing camp, under the leadership of Xu Yunzhen, the king of Zhongshan, began to approach the capital, and set up camp seventeen or eight miles away from the capital, eyeing the land of the capital.

The banner played by the Beijing camp is impressively a sentence of "Qing emperor's side, kill eunuch party".

The idiot emperor was 'in a panic' and urgently mobilized [-] Dongchang eunuchs and tens of thousands of Jinyi guards to rush to the capital;

The sound of the wind and the sound of the cranes, the grass and the trees are all soldiers.

Looking at the panic-stricken eunuchs, guards in royal guards, and the few soldiers of the imperial army, and listening to the bursts of "call for rebellion" coming from my ears, the common people in the capital seemed to be having a carnival. Spit a few mouthfuls of thick phlegm, paste a piece of paper that reads 'Qing Jun kills eunuchs', and then urinates under the Qing jade lions at the gates of those high-ranking families, and then feels relieved.

Completely different from the common people, they are the civil servants and the military officials of the Manchu dynasty.

They kept silent.

Anyway, ever since Zhu Youjian came back from Kuwu Island, he didn't like to hold court meetings very much. The so-called court hall has long been in disrepair, and all matters big and small are under the joint control of the cabinet and the eunuch party.

It's good now, to find an excuse, after the ministers met a few times, they simply hid in the rotten houses and watched the changes.

In "private clubs" such as Zheshang Guild Hall, Fujian Merchants Guild Hall, Chu Merchants Guild Hall, and Shanxi Guild Hall, the doors seem to be closed, but in fact, the lights inside have never been extinguished.

Everyone saw a glimmer of victory.

The imperial court is about to change!
This is what most people think.

However, in the eyes of some experts, these superficial chaos are not enough to explain the seriousness of the situation. The Ming Dynasty seems to be still very stable.

"Dr. Qian, there is news from the south, asking if you want to make some noise?"

"Xu Shangshu, the maritime merchants in the Songhu area are ready. Once there is a riot around the capital, tens of thousands of sailors and soldiers on their side will rise up and join in the charity!"

……

Three to five years ago, the scholars and wealthy people who were tortured by Wei Zhongxian began to communicate with each other and met in secret. There were nothing more than two important things to discuss:
Do you want to rebel?

Do you want to fight taxes?
This is a major event that many Donglin party members never thought about back then. As long as any one of them is achieved, even the big guy has not been in vain all these years.

Over the years of the Ming Dynasty, people's hearts have long been scattered.

As for the few die-hard ones who still had hope for the Ming Dynasty, they also began to make their own plans.

The world is in chaos, and these people will not be in chaos.

Facts have proved that even if the northern barbarian cavalry and Jiannu pigtails enter the customs, those dog emperors, dead eunuchs, and royal guards will inevitably have a lot of heads chopped off.

And these big families, and the seeds of reading, aren't they popular and spicy?
No matter how barbarous foreigners invaded Ming Dynasty, as long as they had good character, well-read poems and books, and owned a lot of fertile land, they would not worry about those uneducated foreign barbarians not reusing big guys.

After all, it has been 2000 years, and the foundation of Hongxue Daru has never been broken...

……

The only thing that confuses everyone is that Qian Qianyi, who has always regarded himself as the head of a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, is outrageously well-behaved this time. This has caused a commotion, and he has never stepped out of the house.

As a result, some well-educated people, together with some elders from Jiangnan aristocratic families, visited him one after another, trying to persuade this literary leader to say something.

In this regard, Qian Qianyi treats everyone equally.

Always behind closed doors.

Deep in the courtyard, on a second-floor attic, Qian Qianyi was so worried that he didn't think about eating or drinking.

Sitting opposite him was a haggard old man, shaking a broken fan, Qian Qianyi was dizzy for a while, and couldn't help complaining: "Old Huang, can you calm down for a while?

Your fan almost makes me dizzy. "

The haggard old man chuckled, continued to shake his fan, and said, "I'm just waiting for a word from you, the talented man, do you want to fight against the imperial court? If you want to fight, the old man can immediately send a flying pigeon letter from Jinling City At the beginning, until Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Songhu, Guangdong, Guangxi, and the banks of the Xiangjiang River, not a grain of grain will be collected.

In addition, salt and iron, mines, silk factories, sericulture, etc. will all respond to each other to jointly fight against the imperial court's exorbitant taxes. "

The old man half-closed his eyes, seemed to be sleeping but not sleeping, and looked like a tall man.

However, Qian Qianyi got angry, and said angrily: "The court can't collect all kinds of taxes, and this mess is about to get worse. Mr. Huang is a senior man, and the truth is that if he doesn't have a hair, he will follow. Is it more profound than Xiaosheng's comprehension?

not to mention……

That's all, let me tell you the truth, this time, on the side of the Qing emperor who is making a lot of noise and making great fanfare, Xiaosheng feels that there must be something mysterious in it, and he must not act rashly, Mr. Huang. "

"Hehe, I didn't expect that even you, Mr. Qian Qianyi, have become part of Wei Xie's party!"

The haggard old man snorted coldly, and continued sarcastically, "No wonder the scholars in Jiangnan area rumored that you, Qian Qianyi, had been bought by the idiot emperor and became his accomplice of licentiousness!
Think of me as the seeds of studying in the south of the Yangtze River, in the big dye vat in this capital, after all, it still changed color.

Really, it makes the old man feel heartbroken..."

……

The withered old man shook his head and sighed, stood up tremblingly, as if he was about to leave.

Qian Qianyi hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his hands, and wanted to help the old man, but was pushed away by the old man: "Qian Qianyi, a talented man, Mr. Qian, hehe, Mr. Qian Ge, you, I will enjoy you!" Go to the glory and wealth.

Now that the old man is gone, he will go south.

The flames of war raged, and the scholar was secretly hurt.

This really echoes a sentence, a scholar who is useless is a scholar.

Hahaha, haha! "

The old man laughed a few times, stood up tremblingly, and walked away leaning on a rather elegant bamboo stick, leaving only Qian Qianyi standing there feeling lost for a while before he sat down slumped.

Qian Qianyi held the tea bowl and wanted to take a sip of tea.

Unexpectedly, there was no tea in the teacup.

Qian Qianyi slowly put down the tea bowl, his eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something, and he tapped lightly on the table with two fingers.

From time to time, I still smoke twice...

……

The same scene happened quietly in many hidden places inside and outside the capital, north and south of the river.

Some people who hadn't moved around for many years began to communicate frequently and exchanged letters; some people who were a bit ambitious in the first place spared no effort to win over a group of people and retaliate against a group of people.

In short, within half a month, the entire Ming Dynasty was full of turmoil and undercurrents.

Even some figures in the world have begun to show up one after another...

……

"Mr. Qing's side, killing the eunuch party, hehe, the one in the capital is really a good method. This is to scrape the bone again to heal the wound."

On the Erlong Mountain in the Qinling Mountains, Mao Yuanyi received the flying report from the capital, and instantly understood the thoughts of the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian.

This is a response to Mao Yuanyi's support of a "Daxi Emperor Zhang Xianzhong". It is estimated that only Mao Shatou can understand the meaning of it.

The sky is high and the birds don't fly, the bright moon shines in my arms.

Pick up a bowl of wine and shake it against the bright moon in the sky for a few times, even if it is a toast to each other: "Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people. Li Taibai's poem is still not strong enough."

Mao Yuanyi picked up the wine bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Then, he lay down comfortably on the rattan chair, so comfortable that he wanted to call Li Sanniang to come over and help him rub his shoulders, legs, and do something else by the way.

"Sir, you seem to be in good spirits. Is there any happy event?" Li Sanniang asked with a slight smile.

"It's not a big happy event, but tens of thousands of heads will fall to the ground." Mao Yuanyi said indifferently, "And, they are all the heads of damned people."

Li Sanniang: "..."

This smelly teacher is quite good at pretending.

"Killing the people who should be killed in the world is still a bright future, hehe..." Mao Yuanyi thought for a while and couldn't help laughing.

Rebelling for the emperor, after all, is still enjoyable.

As for whether he will be "accounted for after autumn" or something, Mao Yuanyi has also thought about it, but he didn't take it to heart. If the idiot emperor unloads the grind and kills the donkey at that time, his wild donkey, Mao Yuanyi, will be one person and one sword ahead of time. , drifting away.

People often say that the goods are sold to the emperor's house.

This sounds a bit stupid...

"Miss Li, you said that if the world becomes chaotic and many people will die, is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Mao Yuanyi asked suddenly.

"Should... not be a good thing... right?" Li Sanniang said hesitantly: "Didn't there be a saying that gods fight and mortals suffer, and the chaos in the world is always... not a good thing, right?"

Mao Yuanyi nodded slightly.

Immediately, he shook his head again and said, "That's because you haven't felt the pain yet."

"No pain?"

Li Sanniang was stunned for a moment, and she didn't know what to think of, her handsome face suddenly turned red, and even her neck and ears felt a little hot, and she reproached: "Sir, your words are very interesting..."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

Under the moonlight, Li Sanniang's pretty back is especially exciting.

Mao Yuanyi was a little confused: "What's the point of my talking? What's the point?"

Mao Yuanyi has no experience with this kind of woman who blushes at every turn. He reached out and touched his nose, smiled wryly and shook his head, but finally he still didn't understand what she meant.

After half an hour of drinking under the moon, Zhang Xianzhong came.

The "Emperor Daxi", who was 'produced' by Mao Yuanyi in advance, had a black face full of simple and honest smiles, and cupped his hands and said, "Military Master, there are rumors from the outside world that the world of Ming Dynasty is coming to an end!"

Mao Yuanyi nodded slightly, but did not speak.

He knew that if he didn't speak, Zhang Xianzhong would speak out by himself.

Sure enough, Zhang Xianzhong looked at the "Military Adviser" without saying a word, and said to himself: "The scouts I sent out reported that the government and big families in Lintong, Changwu, and Huayin are all recruiting troops.

Military division, tell me, is the world of Ming Dynasty coming to an end soon? "

Mao Yuanyi: "It's a mess, it should have been finished a long time ago, and now they are rebelling, they are several steps too late."

"Your Majesty is still just a snake with dragon aura, but it has not yet transformed into form, but it is already a few steps ahead of other grass dragons, so..." Mao Yuanyi, the old god, continued to ponder:

"Therefore, Shanren intends to help His Majesty capture the Xi'an Mansion first, and then help you ascend to the Dragon Throne."

Zhang Xianzhong was overjoyed: "The military master's words are serious?"

Mao Yuanyi nodded, and said solemnly: "There is no joke in the army. The Xi'an Mansion cannot be taken down in a month. Shanren is willing to deal with himself by military law."

Zhang Xianzhong laughed loudly, and said honestly and honestly: "Okay, if you can take Xi'an Mansion within a month, I...cough cough, I will ascend the throne and proclaim you emperor. Sitting together..."

Listening to Zhang Xianzhong's nondescript words, just like the white-faced traitors in the drama, Mao Yuanyi picked up the wine bowl, took a sip silently, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This person, once he has ambition.

Really took myself seriously.

(End of this chapter)