Longevity begins with Jinyiwei

"This can be regarded as one step ahead..."

"Can……"

A friend wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Du Yinxi: "I chose this myself!"

Seeing this, several friends could only hold back their words.

"Let's go, Changyuelou, I'm treating you, we won't return tonight until we're drunk."

Du Yinxi smiled freely, pulled a few friends, and headed towards the restaurant.

This scene was clearly seen by the disguised Jin Yiwei on the street, every word, deed, and even a demeanor were recorded.

"You follow, I will send these records back."

One Jin Yiwei made a sound, and the rest of the Jin Yiwei followed quietly.

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Chapter 487 The Final Farewell

"interesting!"

In the Qianqing Palace, the emperor held the information sent by Jin Yiwei, and couldn't help chuckling.

In the later generations, he also had a longing for the Ming Dynasty, the last Han dynasty, but it was not until he read the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty and understood the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty that he realized that the brilliant Ming Dynasty was so different after retreating to the south of the Yangtze River for hundreds of years. Unbearable!

He has completely refreshed his understanding of human nature, and the endless internal strife is indescribably absurd!

Defending the friendly army is like defending against the tiger. No matter how famous the loyal ministers are, they also have their own selfish desires. The slogans against the Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty are loudly shouted, but they still ignore the overall situation and still have their own small calculations.

It is precisely because of the history of Nanming that he has the confidence to carry out such unprecedented reforms.

The history of Nanming tells one of the cruelest facts, that is, this supposedly great nation, in fact, is also very great, under the mighty vanguard, no matter how cruel the rule is, it can stand and continue.

There will always be people who will kneel, and there will always be people who will succumb. Those who really dare to resist to the death are, after all, a minority in this era when the national consciousness has not yet been fully awakened and under the leadership of the mighty soldiers.

In the same way, the same is true for today's reform.

As long as he guarantees that the army will not conflict with the interests violated by his reforms within this specific period of time, and with an invincible army as the foundation, then the world, this nation, and the gentry class will eventually succumb to his At his knees, his reforms will eventually become a reality!

What's more, he is not a foreigner, so kneeling up is only natural and justified!

And the fact is the same!

From the beginning of the world against each other, internal and external troubles, to now, reform has become an established fact, and it is also a fact that the interests of the sky have been violated.

Now he has thoroughly investigated the world and slaughtered countless people!

But, looking at the world, how many people dare to resist?

And those who shout long live...

Everywhere!

There are more and more voices advocating reform!

If the history of Nanming is full of absurdity, then this block of Yinxi can be said to be a brilliant brilliance in the endless absurdity!

When he was studying the history of Nanming, he had thought countless times that if this person held power, it might be possible for Nanming, or even to fight against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

Those who can shine on the stage that has been prepared and make achievements cannot be said to be geniuses, but can only be said to be heroes created by the current situation.

And those who can shine in the face of adversity that can be called hopeless, and can still make achievements, can be called the talents of heaven!

This kind of person is not a hero in the current situation, but the current situation created by the hero!

And Du Yinxi in history is such a genius!

At this moment, Wang Wu, who was standing beside the emperor, remembered the name Du Yinxi more clearly.

He remembered that the last person whom the emperor valued so much was Li Dingguo.

And Li Dingguo, even if he is only the commander of the Jiangnan Navy now, he will never be offended.

The Son of Heaven still watched the Jinyiwei's report, the information was very brief, it was just some situation of Du Yinxi when he was in the capital, and more specifically, there was a Jinyiwei who went to the place where Du Yinxi used to live to inquire.

He maintained an extremely tolerant attitude towards most officials, even generals and emperors.

Deficiency in personal morality, lack of ability, and even corruption and perversion of the law!

The emperor can maintain a tolerant attitude when he can do things.

However, the emperor has always maintained an extremely strict attitude towards the existence that can stir up the country's mainstay in the emperor's mind.

Such as Li Dingguo.

There are existences with similar merits as him, who have been appointed as marquises, and there are also those who sit in one side, but Li Dingguo, the emperor, is still polishing and sculpting bit by bit, observing and cultivating bit by bit.

From the personal guards who taught by example, and then released to the bottom, and then transferred between different places in the world, and then brought to the side to teach by example, and then released...

Cultivation is still going on!

In all aspects, the emperor is still observing and cultivating.

How long this kind of training and observation will last, even the emperor himself is not clear.

Perhaps one day, when the emperor thinks it is possible, it will be the time when Li Dingguo has completely become the leader of the new generation of Daheng Wuxun, and it will also be the time when the old and the new will change.

The country is huge, and Daheng will only get bigger.

He needs talents, even more geniuses!

If it is possible to block Yinxi, the emperor hopes that in this time and space, on the stage he has created that is unprecedented in history, this great talent can bloom far more brilliantly than in previous history!

The thoughts flashed away, and the emperor casually threw this page of information into the stove aside, and slowly got up: "Did the burial regulations drawn up by the Ministry of Rites come over?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it was delivered the day before yesterday!"

Wang Wu immediately replied, and then took out a playbook from under the pile of playbooks on the table, and handed it to the emperor respectfully.

The Son of Heaven took it casually, flipped through it for a while, but his eyes suddenly focused, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Go and tell the Ministry of Rites, and follow the draft rules."

After finishing speaking, the Son of Heaven let out a long breath, stood still for a moment but suddenly took a step forward, seeing this, Wang Wu hurriedly followed.

"Don't follow!"

The emperor's words made Wang Wu subconsciously stop, and could only silently watch the emperor walk out of the hall alone.

In the depths of winter, the imperial palace had already been covered with a layer of silver, and the emperor was walking slowly in the wind and snow alone.

It seems that it has not been here for several years.

This palace seems to be much older. Although it is obvious that someone has taken care of it, the whole palace has a strong sense of desolation and desolation at first glance.

The coffin of Chongzhen was still firmly placed in the hall, the candles were flickering, and the incense was burning. A faint musty smell also filled the air.

The emperor stood outside the hall, watching this scene, without moving for a long time.

The eunuchs who were guarding also knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe.

I don't know how long it took before the Son of Heaven took another step, and the voice followed: "Everyone, step back!"

"The slave obeys the order!"

All the eunuchs got up quickly, and then trotted away.

"I am coming!"

The Son of Heaven caressed the coffin, as if addressing an old friend.

"The country you entrusted...I usurped it."

The Son of Heaven let out a long breath. At this moment, it seemed that the depression accumulated in his heart had been poured out for a long time.

"And you, I'm not telling lies!"

"I also want to guard this country for you well, and then pass it on to Brother Chun, so that he can create a prosperous world for a generation."

"You know, I really don't have much interest in these."

"What I once thought was to stabilize the world for you, so I will retreat, find a peaceful place, and concentrate on studying martial arts..."

"But you're going too fast!"

The emperor leaned on the coffin and laughed at himself:

"There's no time to do anything!"

"A complete mess!"

"No one thinks about this world, everyone only thinks about themselves!"

"If I continue to sew and mend, even if your country can be passed on, even if it continues for another hundred years, I will be sorry for future generations!"

"I can't know the tragedy of the future, and still be indifferent, and let the tragedy of the future repeat itself!"

"I originally wanted Brother Chun to understand me and support me, but Brother Chun has entrusted too many people's hopes, and I can't do that at all!"

"I can't even do anything!"

"Your queen, so crazy, so stupid!"

"If she wants to make a move, she has to wait until I have calmed down the inside and outside. What is left to Brother Chun is a stable country before making a move!"

"Houjin, Mongolia, hundreds of thousands of troops are staring at the outside of the pass, the world is in chaos, she dares to do such a crazy plan!"

"She wants to hand over the country left by her ancestors to the hands of foreign races!"

The emperor stood up straight:

"Your queen, and Brother Chun, don't worry, I didn't kill them."

"Now your queen and brother Chun have fled to the south of the Yangtze River with all the officials. If he wants to make trouble, let him make trouble."

"Don't worry, Jiangnan will be pacified in the future, and he will still be the King of Shou!"

The emperor let out a long breath: "If you want to blame me, just blame me. I owe you this life. If there is a next life, I will pay you back!"

After finishing speaking, the Son of Heaven took a step towards the outside of the hall. After walking a few steps, the Son of Heaven stopped suddenly, turned his head, looked at the coffin of Chongzhen again, and opened his mouth, but the words came to his mouth, but there was nothing to say. Can't say it.

In the end, the emperor took a deep breath, turned around suddenly, and his steps were firmer than ever before.

The wind and snow filled the sky, flying and rolling, the figure of the Son of Heaven also rushed into the wind and snow, and his figure quickly disappeared into the wind and snow.

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Chapter 488 Defense against friendly forces is like defense against tigers.

Zhaowu two years, December 23rd.

Funeral, suitable, break ground.

The weather, heavy snow.

Amidst the flying snow, the capital also fell into a rare solemnity.

Every household hangs white gauze, and on both sides of the street, there are soldiers from the imperial camp standing there, as well as the people of the capital kneeling down.

When the gate of the palace is opened, there are 64 banner guides at the front, holding up the soul banners.

Then, the coffin of the former Ming emperor was carried by 120 eight people carrying the large pillar with dragon pattern.

Then came the heavily armed soldiers of the Imperial Battalion, as well as the Emperor Lubo Guard of Honor of more than a thousand people, who held weapons, banners, paper bindings, and burning.

In the funeral procession, there are also a large number of monks and Taoist priests. They are dressed in cassocks, holding law enforcement weapons, and constantly chanting sutras.

As well as civil and military officials, former relatives of the emperor, and the former Ming clan, the entire funeral procession stretched for tens of miles, from the imperial palace to the mausoleum, and along the way there were reed halls for the funeral procession to rest.

The emperor stood on the tower, watching all this indifferently.

Buried with the ceremony of the Son of Heaven.

Chongzhen, Tianqi, and the coffins of the two emperors formed a funeral procession that stretched for tens of miles, heading towards the completed mausoleums of the two emperors on Longevity Hill.

The wind and snow were still flying all over the sky, and this huge team also slowly disappeared into the wind and snow, and at the same time disappeared from the vision of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, it's freezing cold, let's go to the palace to rest!"

Wang Wu stepped forward, put the fox fur on the emperor, and persuaded in a low voice.

"Let's go!"

The Son of Heaven let out a long breath, but his eyes turned to the far south.

Nanming...

The Son of Heaven shook his head, stepped on the imperial gate, and then, surrounded by all the soldiers of the Imperial Front Battalion, he walked towards the palace.