The scale of this coup was much larger than the time when Ma Shiying killed. Located in the execution ground at Caishikou, the young and strong man with a reputation in Jiangnan was killed in one day, and 137 scholars from Fushe were killed. I don’t know how many people were killed in the search last night. Moreover, the search in Nanjing did not stop, and the killing continued.

From a perspective of perspective, more than one-third of the active Jiangnan literary world was killed! What is even more ironic is that Gu Nie, the grandson of the founder of Donglin and the great scholar Gu Xiancheng, and Huang Zongxi, the orphan of the seven gentlemen of Donglin, were also affected by this coup.

The original intention of Donglin was to be founded was good. In the late Ming Dynasty when Yangming's mind was abused, they tried to reorganize the literary world with self-discipline Neo-Confucianism to fight against Wei Zhongxian's tyranny. However, when the enemies before were removed from the eyes and became the final winners, the Donglin Party, as the spokesperson for the interests of the great landlords in Jiangnan, also fell to the same as the eunuch party they despised before, stubborn and conservative! There was no limit! In order to protect the vested interests they obtained, they could do anything to protect the vested interests they obtained, and they were outrageous!

All the rules of nature that Neo-Confucians once followed were abandoned by Donglin, who was in power. Donglin is no longer the Donglin that was back then!

However, after this coup, the most shocking and angry person was a red-haired and red-nose foreigner.

At the execution ground of Caishikou at dusk, groups of crows were still flying all over the sky, making desolate and unpleasant hiss. During the search last night, many families of Fushe officials were cut and killed. Those who were lucky enough to die were also hiding in horror. No one dared to collect the corpses. The corpse of the former celebrity after being beheaded was thrown on the ground in a mess, attracting flies all over the sky. The bloody heads were hung on the poles like lanterns, cruelly declaring the authority of Donglin's rule. In the wind, drops of scarlet red kept falling down, and the rich fishy wind was almost disgusting.

Just as the imperial guards were all in charge of guarding their noses, they hid aside, a jingling sound suddenly came. He was afraid that there were too many people killed, and he was suddenly frightened. The leader of the imperial guards suddenly pulled out his knife and looked over in fear.

However, incense was lingering in the setting sun. The one who appeared in his sight was a foreign monk wearing a red and white cloak and a huge silver cross on his chest, shaking the incense burner in his hand, chanting the foreign scriptures that he couldn't understand. It was estimated that the foreign monk was still at the abbot's level. Behind him, there were several young foreign monks who were also carrying crosses and bowing their heads to recite scriptures. Later, there were a large group of Ming people carrying loads.

"Where did the vassal ghost come from? Get out of the execution ground!"

This era is not the time when foreigners are popular everywhere. When they raise their swords, the leader of the Imperial Army shouted and scolded without hesitation.

He stopped listening to his scolding, but the foreign monks did not leave. Instead, he walked out of the red nose among the young monks chanting scriptures, and walked forward with the unpleasant bloody smell. However, he took out a large ingot of shiny silver from his arms and stuffed it into the hands of the leader of the imperial guards.

"Mr. Qian asked me to wait for me today. After all, many of them are disciples of Master Qian. Please help me to do it!"

With Qian Qianyi's reputation and silver in his hand, he was choked by the bloody smell. The leader of the imperial guards had nothing to do, so he simply waved his hand to let his people go, and then muttered again stiffly.

"I'm fine!"

"Yes! Yes! Don't worry, General!"

The philistine nodded and turned around and waved at the funeral procession. But as soon as he passed the guards of the imperial guards, Coen's pale old face became gloomy. Looking at the tragic situation in front of him, his heart was bleeding. Not only was his personal friendship with these scholars of the Fushe, he felt sad, but it was also because he persuaded the Dutch East India Company to support Nanming, which he spent a lot of effort, to be wiped out in this catastrophe.

It can be foreseen that the civil war in the Southern Ming Dynasty is about to start. Even if this one in ten thousand chance, the civil war in the Southern Ming Dynasty did not start, the master in the north would never give up the opportunity in front of him! He was trembling and took off the head of Mr. Huang, who was still discussing the accumulation of the harm of Mo Hui with him a few days ago. Keen couldn't help but sigh again.

There is no chance in Nanjing anymore!

This time, he was indeed entrusted by Qian Qianyi to carry a black coffin, but it was used to restrain a woman's remaining body. These new church members did not have so much energy to pick up. They could only wrap one head with one body and a cloth and carry it out in a hurry. Under the impatient urging of the imperial guards, several heads were left behind and could not find it, so they could only pick up the pack and evacuate first.

Reality always has a bit of black humor. This time, it can be regarded as the most brilliant achievement after the Protestantism spread to the Ming Dynasty. It can hold funerals for so many Ming Empire officials and celebrities, and it is buried in the church cemetery. The church children from afar are playing the desolate violin. The archbishop is painting a cross and doing mass. However, Sir Cohen took off the pastor's costume and changed it back to his old black suit, put on a jazz hat, and leaned on a small crutch. He watched the bodies fall into the soil in silence. He watched his efforts and hope in the east be buried. After a long time, he let out a third deep sigh.

"Prepare the carriage, leave Nanjing, and go to Fujian! You should contact His Highness Tang King there!"

Turning around and walking towards the carriage. Before getting on the carriage, the old man who had been fighting for decades stopped again, turned his head, but his tone was a little pessimistic, and he even hurriedly ordered his servant.

"In addition, bring the urgent message back to Europe and bring it to His Majesty King Louis XIV. If France does not attack the pirates and apostates on the British islands, there will never be a chance!"

After saying these words, the stubborn old man finally got on the carriage.

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The hope of shattering changes is not only the Dutch major shareholder.

Although Donglin was degenerate, many years of experience in party struggles still allowed them to do things without any leakage. Just when the Donglin masters and Zhang Pu argued in court, there was actually a cavalry of the Jinyiwei who had already arrived straight to the Jiujiang Camp with the imperial edict.

The decree was still a nobleman. Zhao Ruizong, the Marquis of Ningbo, was worried that he would not be able to deal with the increasingly heavy military pressure from Beiming across the Jiujiang River. He received a response from Yingtian. Shi Kefa, who was in the Jiangdong camp, was simply ecstatic. Without thinking, he led the guards out to greet him, and personally welcomed the envoys to his large central army tent, summoned the generals to wait for the imperial edict.

"In accordance with the will of heaven, the emperor ordered: The chief minister of the Grand Secretary Shi Kefa supervised his troops in Poyang. He made many achievements during his tenure and worked hard and made great contributions. Now the northern barbarians are in a state of obscenity. The major affairs of the country, the place of life and death, and the way of survival and death must be investigated! However, the ministers have no discussions and I am helpless, so you urgently recruit the Grand Secretary of the Grand Secretary Dong to discuss and listen to the countermeasures! I respect this!"

Donglin was very strategic. He won Shi Kefa when he met him. Instead, he praised him first and then invited him to respond to the world in the name of consultation. This happened to fully understand Shi Kefa's heart. As a civil minister and prime minister, Shi Kefa's highest ideal is not to supervise the army outside, to support the emperor in the middle and assist the emperor in handling major affairs in the world.

However, Shi Kefa was Shi Kefa after all. Before receiving the order, he raised his head worriedly and asked: "Marquis of Ningbo, the army must not be without generals for a day! Now the northern army is advancing rapidly. At this critical moment, if the old minister is heading east, will he be the commander of the people?"

"Mr. Shi, there is no need to worry. The gentlemen have already thought that the military officer Chen Zilong and the military eunuch Tian Fen will temporarily take over the Shi Yin and recruit Lord Shi to return to the east. It is just that the gentlemen will consult the previous situation and plan the outline. After the discussion, Lord Shi will also need to return to the front line to resist foreign humiliation for the court. You don't have to worry about it!"

A radish-like face smiled so well that people and animals were harmless. Zhao Ruizong's words could have solved Shi Kefa's last doubts. He was really afraid that Zhao Ruizong, who had no idea what was going on, would take charge of him? He would do something unusual and let Chen Zilong, who had followed him, take charge of the army. He was undoubtedly more relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. Shi Kefa kowtowed heavily and raised his hand.

"The old minister received the order!"

He took the bright yellow imperial edict with both hands and handed it to the personal soldiers beside him for safekeeping. Under the smiling gaze of Zhao Ruizong of Ningbo, Shi Kefa took the initiative to represent the military power on the general's case. The seal and Shangfang sword were taken out, held it together, and reached out to hand it to Zhao Ruizong.

However, this kung fu changed drastically. Suddenly, the bursting sound of gunfire suddenly sounded in the central army, full of disbelief. Ningbo Hou lowered his head in horror, looked at the huge blood hole that burst out from his chest, then raised his head in horror and turned to Shi Kefa.

In a clamor, the Jinyiwei's cavalry who followed Zhao Ruizong cursed and pulled out the short musket and the knife. However, at such a close distance, the bayonet was better than these two things. It was also caught by them that the cold bayonets outside the tents on both sides stabbed in hard. The sound of refreshing blades penetrated into the flesh. Ten of the twelve Jinyiwei were stabbed down, and the remaining two were also being scared for mercy in fear and were stabbed to death by the Jiujiang army soldiers who rushed in.

"Shi Kefa, do you want to rebel?"

He covered the wound with his left hand and pointed at Shi Kefa's shocked face with hissing as if the chicken had cut his throat. Zhao Ruizong screamed and cursed with all his might. But then, he turned into a dead chicken and rushed in quickly. Hou Chaozong, the photographer of the newly-prepared short musket, shot him hard at the forehead. With a squirting, there was a blood hole in his head. Ningbo Hou fell softly to the side.

The incident happened so suddenly. Until now, Shi Kefa finally woke up and was full of anger. He drew out the Shangfang sword and pointed it directly on Hou Chaozong's throat. He roared in anger.

"Central army intercepted and killed the imperial envoy of the court. Would you be able to rebel?"

Donglin's imperial envoy set off in the morning. After Zhang Pu escaped, the latest news was sent out in the middle of the night. In terms of time, Donglin won, but Gao Hongtu and other bigwigs missed the human factors. Zhao Ruizong was a nobleman, and he was pampered and could not endure the hardships of the long road. He stopped and stopped, but the restoration of the society was fighting for life. The messenger who set off ran forward with a dead horse. The twelve hours of death were actually taken back.

Full of grief and anger, the young general of the Fushe Society, Hou Chaozong suddenly knelt on the ground, but kowtowed in a tragic cry.

"Mr. Shi, it's not that the officials of the lower ranks have rebelled, but that Donglin has rebelled. Five days ago, Gao Hongtu and Jiang Yueguang, a group of rioters launched a mutiny and kidnapped His Majesty. They searched all over the city for the people in the Fushe City. It is said that Lord Huang Zongxi and Lord Gu Nie have been killed. I heard that they also killed Lord Luo Ningluo, the former shopkeeper of the North Dynasties East India Company! This bastard is going to ruin you from the army and then plot to murder you!"

In an instant, Shi Kefa felt as if he had been poured into a large jar of high-altitude wine in one breath, and he was dizzy and staggered backwards. Seeing this scene, Chen Zilong and other officials in the reunion were in chaos and rushed forward in horror.
Chapter completed!