Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Zhu Youjian looked serious:

"It doesn't matter even if things don't work out, the two Qings must remember——

Leaving the green hills without worrying about no firewood!

As long as we are alive, anything is possible. The worst we can do is start all over again. "

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

Gong Yonggu said: "It doesn't matter. Brother Liu and I can pretend to be Shanxi merchants. It's just a matter of making more money."

In this world, no matter where you go, as long as you have money, it doesn't matter!

Besides, they were supposed to pretend to be merchants and spread the news along the way.

Gong Yonggu clenched his fists:

"As long as Your Majesty thinks that this pimple sore can be achieved, then what does it matter even if it is extremely difficult?"

Liu Wenbing also said in a deep voice:

"Whether he can succeed or not, so many people in our capital have died, it doesn't matter how many Donglu have died, even if it's only half of ours!

You and I will have no regrets on this trip! "

Zhu Youjian stood up and patted the two of them on the shoulders:

“This matter is top secret and no one is allowed to mention it!

If the two of you come back victorious, I will personally cleanse the dust for you, split the earth and divide the feudal states, to repay you for your contribution!

If there are two people..."

Zhu Youjian took a deep breath and made a serious promise:

"If the two brothers unfortunately die, I will adopt the two heirs as adopted sons. When the country is settled, the story of King Mu will be repeated again."

Hearing this, Liu Wenbing and Gong Yonggu laughed loudly:

"With His Majesty's promise, even if we swallow the plague ourselves, we will infect the Donglu and fulfill His Majesty's entrustment!"

Zhu Youjian handed over a map:

"This is the route I have drawn for you. You bring one million taels of silver, look for corpses infected with pimples, and buy rabbits and rats."

Zhu Youjian handed over another booklet:

“The specifics of how to do it are all written here.

You go directly to Shandong, buy several ships, and cultivate the plague separately. After the infection can be confirmed, you can drag it with a tugboat, bypass North Korea, and enter the Donglu territory..."

……

On the eve of Zhu Youjian's departure from Beizhili, Liu Wenbing and Gong Yonggu left.

These two people are both relatives of the emperor, and they are also people who Zhu Youjian can trust as a black glove...

Facing the rising sun, Zhu Youjian remained silent for a long time.

The rising sun is as red as blood.

Brilliant.

In that place that cannot be seen, there are two people who are marching forward with their lives for the sake of Ming Dynasty.

What awaits them are the monsters and ghosts in the enemy cave.

All that was left to them was a mysterious and mysterious glimmer of hope.

……

The weather is getting warmer.

There are dewdrops on the tips of the green grass under your feet.

Facing the rising sun, it reflects the colorful light.

Like the most precious gem in the world.

Zhu Youjian leaned over, gently pulled out a piece of grass tip, and raised the dewdrops to his eyes.

Facing the rising sun, the dewdrops were crystal clear and covered with a layer of colorful clouds.

In Zhu Youjian's eyes, the earth has returned to green, the trees have put on new clothes, and the wheat seedlings in the fields have been buried up to the calf.

It is growing crazily at the rate of one section a day.

In the villages in the distance, there is also a curl of smoke. Although it is scattered, it still conveys a sense of tranquility and beauty.

What a beautiful picture of quiet time.

……

Inadvertently, the dew on the tip of the grass in Zhu Youjian's hand had evaporated.

If you look carefully, there are only traces of dust left behind.

"Ugh!"

Zhu Youjian sighed.

"There is no such thing as quiet time, it's just that someone is carrying the burden for you!"

Liu Wenbing and Gong Yonggu are just one of these tens of millions of people.

How many passionate men, how many beloved women, how many flesh and blood of parents, how many parents of children...

For the sake of the country, we will charge to the death against the enemy's bullets and arrows!

They are the ones who should remain in history forever.

They are the backbone of this country!

They should be known to everyone!

……

Bending down and inserting the tip of the grass back into its plant, Zhu Youjian looked to the southeast.

Thieves are inhumane.

All slaves to money.

……

"His Majesty!"

Hao Yaoqi ran over on horseback.

He turned over and dismounted, and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, this is the border of Henan. Liu Fangliang is impatient. He was asking early this morning when your Majesty will let him go!"

He blinked and lowered his voice:

"Your Majesty, would you like me, Old Hao, to see him off?"

Hao Yaoqi made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Once Li Zicheng gets hold of His Majesty's goodies, it will be a big deal!

With Li Zicheng's rogue temperament, he would definitely turn around and hit His Majesty.

In this case, why not let him "send off" Liu Fangliang.

Anyway, His Majesty gave him everything he promised, and even let him go!

Your Majesty's promise has been fulfilled!

On the way back, Liu Fangliang accidentally fell off his horse, broke his neck and died...

This is because he is destined to have a short life, and it is none of other people's business!

Zhu Youjian smiled and shook his head.

He patted Hao Yaoqi's shoulder and pointed at the sun that was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly at it:

"Big Hao, I stepped out of the capital like the sun jumping out of the horizon."

"What are the little tricks?"

Hao Yaoqi quickly flattered him a few times and then advised:

"Your Majesty, Li Zicheng has always been treacherous, and I'm afraid he will do it again."

"It's okay!"

Zhu Youjian said: "What time is it today?"

Hao Yaoqi didn't know why the emperor asked this, so he could only reply honestly: "It's February 28th."

Zhu Youjian's heart moved. The day Chongzhen hanged himself was March 3, which was the tenth day of the second lunar month.

In other words, today is April 4th in the Western calendar.

Wu Sangui is about to start his performance!

Zhu Youjian laughed, pointed to the north and said: "Li Zicheng's trouble is coming!"

Rebel against me?

It’s really like I’m learning from the thick black stuff and reading it in vain!

Why did he trick Liu Fangliang into letting him go until he left Beizhili?

Why didn't he leave Beizhili in a hurry? Instead, he forced cities and towns to pay wages along the way and wasted a lot of time?

For now!

Just waiting for this moment!

What he had decided was not to give Li Zicheng time to regret.

"Let's go and see Liu Fangliang off."

Zhu Youjian got on his horse.

Hao Yaoqi mounted his horse, passed the emperor's personal guards, approached Zhu Youjian and said:

"Your Majesty, do you really not want to kill Liu Fangliang?"

"Why do you want to kill him?"

Zhu Youjian glanced at him: "The Tatars are coming, and I will use Li Zicheng's hand to weaken their strength."

Hao Yaoqi complimented: "Your Majesty's plans are unparalleled. My admiration is like the water of a river, flowing endlessly."

Secretly, Hao Yaoqi breathed a sigh of relief.

If His Majesty doesn't kill Liu Fangliang, then he has nothing to worry about.

The title of marquis and general is on the horse!

……

Inside the camp.

Liu Fangliang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

Three miles ahead is the boundary of Henan Road. As early as four days ago, Emperor Ming could have rushed directly to camp in Henan.

However, the emperor insisted on staying here, saying he wanted to rest for two days.

This break lasted four full days.