Mao Jue seemed to have almost seen the Ming Dynasty dragon flag floating above London, but his cabinet ministers came to a collective gank. Seeing Sun Chuanting kneeling on the ground like a kowtow worm, although he was not as strong as that, he was also waving his hands repeatedly. Song Xiance and Hong Chengchou asked in a very sad and sad way.

"Why!"

"How can the barbarian bloodline be qualified to integrate into my Daming family!!!"

Speaking of this, Sun Chuanting proudly knelt straight.

The marriage bride is a great shame in Chinese history. What is even more miserable than the marriage bride is to take a foreign princess back.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, this kind of "racial discrimination" of literary officials has been decided. We are China! Except for us, all the rest are barbarians. After all, marriage is my improved barbarian bloodline. What is the point of marrying a barbarian?

Take the time of Wu Zhou as an example. The empress Wu Zetian was busy dealing with the Khitan rebellion. The Turkic Khan took the opportunity to write a letter asking to marry his daughter to a nobleman of the Tang Dynasty. Just as Wu Zetian was about to agree, the Secretariat Zhang Jianzhi jumped out like Sun Chuanting, a sentence: "Since ancient times, no emperor asked to marry a barbarian girl to match the Chinese king." He retorted to Wu Zetian.

This sentence is more popular, and it means he is not worthy!

There is also a more extreme point. In order to use the Uighur soldiers to quell the rebellion, the Tang Dynasty even promised to let the Uighurs plunder the wealth and children of the two capitals. However, when the Uighurs wanted to marry the princess to the royal family of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Suzong of Tang shook his head without hesitation. Even the other princes of the Li family vetoed it, and in the end they could no longer help. Li Chenglu, the Dunhuang prince who was responsible for diplomacy with the Uighurs, then pinched his nose and married the Uighur princess.

This dynasty also has this example, Emperor Yongle, the Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty!

Why did Zhu Yuanzhang prefer to pass the throne to the young and ignorant Emperor Jianwen rather than to pass it on to him, the fourth brother Zhu Di, who had extraordinary martial arts and great spirits, because his biological mother, Concubine Wang, was probably the Concubine Wang, who was born in a Mongolian princess.

And it is not entirely considered by blood, and it also has a major political factor. For example, if Mao Jue asked his unlucky son to marry this Xifan princess, would that Eagle King not become an equal family with Mao Jue? What if the unlucky prince is the prince, there will be an extra barbarian father-in-law in the Ming Dynasty in the future, how ugly it is!

This was the first time that Mao Jue was defeated by the pride of the Chinese nation. Seeing that more than a dozen civil officials were shaking their heads there, he learned to learn Chongzhen in disappointment.

"This matter is not reported until the time comes, let me discuss it later!"

However, Mao Jue was so cautious that he avenged his grudges. Before Sun Chuanting and the others could breathe a sigh of relief, Mao Jue slapped the table and gritted his teeth and roared: "Let this go first, but Guitai Railway's plan must be taken out for me tomorrow's morning meeting. There is also a five-year development plan that really requires. It has been several months and cannot be improved! Are all your heads covered with grass? Go down and do it for me immediately!"

This is where Mao Jue is smarter than Chongzhen. On the one hand, he finds an enemy, so that the court officials always feels crisis, and on the other hand, he increases the workload! You and your concubine are exhausted and have no energy to build children, and they still have a party fight? Listening to Mao Jue's roaring, even Sun Chuanting, who is a workaholic, couldn't help but wail in his heart. Song Xiance even rubbed the few white hairs that appeared on his forehead helplessly.

Come on, don't think of sleeping tonight!

A group of important officials returned to their respective yamen offices with dark circles, but they completely forgot when Mao Jue compromised with the emperor on their heads?

The eastern floor of the White House, the emperor's residence.

It is estimated that the emperors of all dynasties are not as stingy as Mao Jue. The huge Ming Palace is empty. Recently, he actually plans to open the palace to the public and collect tickets at the door. His family of old palace concubines are crowded in this three-story building of only two or three thousand square meters. Don’t think that this area is very large, let alone the Ganqing Palace of Chongzhen’s bedroom, even Tian Fei’s Yongning Palace is not as good as that of the garden. There are even a group of girls sharing it in the garden.

However, this is quite happy. There are not such strict palace rules. Just go out shopping and call two guards. Usually, everyone gets together and fights, and if there are any conflicts, they can quickly adjust and resolve them. After all, everyone lives together and doesn’t look down. It’s better to separate the two palaces than to see each other. They can’t see each other a few times a year.

Last night, the supreme master of his family made a big fuss. On the morning of the morning, Yu Le'er was in a happy mood and humming a little while drinking her beloved Hang Baiju. She didn't notice a dark shadow behind her.

"A beauty alone? Hehehehehehehehe!"

When he turned around, he was shocked and the kettle fell off. Looking at Mao Jue's face full of vulgarity, like a little girl who was undulating by a strange uncle, Yu Le'er held her chest "fear" and screamed in a "trembling" manner.

"What are you going to do? I'm going to call someone!!! Help~"

...........

The empire is never sacred. A powerful empire, the darkness surging underneath is also surging. When Mao Jue ruled the empire with a glorious glory like the sun, a group of people who were willing to be rooted in the ground were also rushing in the shadows.

However, the days in the dark are not all depressing. Some people enjoy the pleasure brought by this darkness. At least, Lu Zhong, the former commander of the Jinyiwei and the current director of the Ninth Division of the National Security Bureau of the Ming Dynasty, is like this. Incarnation and shadow, taking people's lives and seizing secrets is no less than above the battle formation. Tens of millions of people shouted to fight and kill generals and flags.

So when the Northern Ming Dynasty was already enjoying prosperity, he was buried in the chaotic Jiangnan all year round.

Huguang, Xiangyang.

In 1647 AD, there were actually four regimes in total, Mao Ming in the north, Zhu Ming in the south of the Yangtze River, Daxi in Sichuan, Dashun in Huguang and Henan. After defeating the capital, Li Zicheng dragged down the Dashun army to retreat south, and finally retreated to his real dragon-rise land, established a regime, proclaiming himself the great marshal of the military and horses of the world on behalf of the Heaven and Fuminister, and regarded this as the new capital of Dashun.

To be honest, although Dashun, who was defeated in Jiangnan, had no sense of tying millions of troops, his strength was not bad. The core troops were 30,000 to 50,000, and the rioters who became slaves in Jiangnan and tenants were still in the size of a large army of more than 100,000. He was also fighting against Zuo Liangyu, the general who was entrenched in Wuchang.

However, the unchanging peasant army changed Emperor Dashun.

After retreating from the capital, Li Zicheng was not sure whether he was infected with the emperor's dragon disease or was beaten by Mao Jue. He began to seek comfort and enjoy himself, so he kept his half of Huguang and the small kingdom territory of Chongqing, Henan. In addition to fighting with Zuo Liangyu on the border, he basically abandoned the mobile war on which the peasant army relied on for survival. He did not take advantage of the three towns in Jiangbei to be destroyed by Mao Jue. When the Southern Ming regime was at its weakest, he rushed east to advance to Nanjing. For more than three years, the Emperor Dashun stayed here quietly.

The military was sluggish, and politically, Li Zicheng was obviously not a master. The once prosperous core of the Chu vassal state has now been withered by him. Most of the time, the Thirteen-mile long street along the Yangtze River was closed down. There were few pedestrians on the street, and everyone was dressed in rags and had vegetables. The buildings in the city were also damaged by rags.

He wore a big felt hat that Li Zicheng was most willing to wear when he started his business. He was wearing a big black cloak to resist the cold and fierce Jiang Feng. While drinking warm hot wine in the boat, Lu Zhong sneered at the corner of his mouth and looked at the boat that was still shuttled through the river.

He was so poor that he did not give up his enjoyment. Nearby, Li Zicheng recruited 100,000 people, picked stones and wood from Yanshan Mountain, and built the Xiangjing Shun Palace in a very good manner according to the Forbidden City in the capital.

To be honest, the Jinyiwei family has a cruel and restless gene in their bones. Lu Zhong doesn't like peace in the world at all. What does the common people have to do with him? On the contrary, once there is no turmoil, a knife like him in the dark will be hidden by snow, and it is not impossible for a cunning rabbit to die and a lackey to cook.

But this did not delay his admiration for Mao Jue's skills. Not to mention that the unforgettable method of choosing Gu made him crawl out of the dead. The strict Liaodong Intelligence Network alone is far from comparable to the dilapidated Jinyiwei Dongchang Factory in the past. Walking on the enemy's land, Lu Zhong can still mobilize unimaginable forces and relationships, which cannot be separated from Mao Jue's huge financial resources and commercial capabilities.

It is really worth irony. Everyone knows that Li Zicheng hates Mao Jue very much, and even the people around him are not allowed to mention Mao's words. Mao's characters should be replaced by piece characters. But, the largest tung oil shops in Xiangyang are all opened by the East India Company!

Another glass of warm wine came into his stomach, and he put away his sneer. A sense of melancholy appeared on Lu Zhong's thin face. Three years have made him feel a little lazy. After this incident, he probably didn't have to stay in Xiangyang for a while and was still a little reluctant to let go.

However, just as he was feeling, the sound of paddling suddenly came from the bow of the boat, followed by the sound of the bow leaning against each other. When the curtain of the black-sailed boat was lifted up, Lu Zhong's face had regained its coldness and cruelty, and he was holding the wine glass in a gloomy manner.

The person who came was not polite, took a cup and suddenly raised his head and poured it down. After drinking the hot wine, he let out the cold air in the night, he started to scream in a muffled voice.

"What are you asking me to do at this time? Recently, King Shun is moody and has a little discomfort. If he is executed, he will be killed. The autumn hunting in Jiugong Mountain is about to be imminent. Do you want my life?"

"Ha, General Hao Yaoqi and General Hao are also afraid of death!"

He picked up the wine glass and added another glass to him. Lu Zhong laughed mockingly. Listening to his ridicule, Hao Yaoqi, who was happy to kill, hummed and laughed dryly. Then he grabbed the wine pot and filled himself with a glass. However, before he could drink in his stomach, Lu Zhong's next sentence made him spew the wine out suddenly.

"Since you are afraid of death, why not let King Shun die? Then the world will be very lucky?"

"What do you mean by the surname Lu?"

After suddenly slamming the wine glass, Hao Yaoqi stood up nervously, and even held his hand on the knife. But facing his murderous aura, Lu Zhong was still sneering and swaying the wine glass.

"It's not interesting, it's the capital, Your Majesty sent a message."

The narrow and gloomy triangle eyes stared at Hao Yaoqi's fierce face, which was already full of sweat, and Lu Zhong said slowly.
Chapter completed!