In Kunning Palace, Zhou Hou had already learned about the fall of Changping, and hugged his daughter and cried. Concubine Yuan had no children, so she just watched and wiped her tears.

"Your Majesty?" Zhou Hou heard a burst of rapid footsteps, raised his head but saw her husband holding a blood-dropping sword in his hand, looking at his mother and daughter with blood red eyes, and he already understood in his heart.

"As the mother of the country, I cannot be humiliated, and I have prepared three-foot white silk." Zhou Hou quickly got up to block his daughter: "Kunxing is still young, so I will send it back to Jiading Uncle." Jiading Uncle Zhou Kui is Zhou Hou's father. Although the father and daughter have become much colder, they are Zhu Mo's grandfather after all.

"Who told her to be born in the Tian family!" Chongzhen roared sadly, the sword in his hand trembled, tears wafted away the blood on his face, leaving two distinct traces.

"Kunxing!" Zhou Hou turned around and hugged his daughter tightly in his arms.

Chongzhen recalled the past family affection in his mind, staggered, walked forward, and said softly: "It will be very soon...it won't hurt..."

"Your Majesty!" Concubine Yuan stepped forward and knelt in front of Chongzhen: "Please forgive me for taking a step first." After that, she often ran into the sword.

Chongzhen looked at his favorite concubine tangently and hit the sword, saying, "Okay, you go first, I'll come later."

Zhu Mi was so scared that she widened her eyes and couldn't even scream.

In this moment of cold silence, the sound of iron armor rubbing came from outside Kunning Palace.

Chongzhen said sadly: "Has the thief entered the city now?"

"Father! My son is back!"

Zhu Cilang was still outside the door, and the voice had already come in.

Chongzhen was stunned, with a sad face again. He threw the sword heavily on the ground, turned his head and shouted, "What are you doing when you come back!"

Zhu Cixuan took two steps at a time and rushed in. Seeing that Concubine Yuan was lying on the ground, he quickly called the doctor in the green shirt behind him to come in. He had previously talked to Shen Tingyang at the outer residence of the East Palace, but when he heard that Changping fell, he rushed to the palace, but he was still one step slower.

Zhou Hou saw that his eldest son was wearing iron armor, a bright helmet, and was handsome and handsome. He looked much taller and stronger than when he left the palace, and he felt sad and happy. She let go of her daughter and hugged her, tears fell like rain: "Whether it is, our family is finally together."

"Father, Queen, Queen." Zhu Cilang let his mother hug him, and said to Chongzhen: "My son is here just right. Please follow me out of the palace with me."

Chongzhen said sadly: "I will definitely not leave if the king dies in the country. If you can leave, then go to Nanjing to succeed to the throne."

Zhu Cilang smiled and said, "With the wisdom of his father, he was still mistaken by the ministers. Isn't my son going to Nanjing obviously going to be harmed by those ordinary people and civil and military tragedies? My father, my son, have already set off the sea boat in Tianjin. The Ming Dynasty has not yet been exhausted, and he still needs his father to take charge of the world and restore his ancestral property."

Seeing this, Zhou Hou hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty! I didn't leave before to guard the ancestral tombs. Now if I don't leave, I'm afraid that I won't even save the incense of the ancestral temple!"

"As the emperor, if I abandon the country today, what are the faces that the ministers should keep their promises!" Chongzhen stomped his feet: "You go! I will not let my ancestors be ashamed at this day of death."

"Father, if this is the case, please forgive me for being rude." Zhu Cilang gently comforted his mother and bowed to Chongzhen: "Father must leave today."

"Are you going to ruin my reputation?" Chongzhen stared at Zhu Cixuan.

"This is a mess. My son wants to make military advice!" Zhu Cilang had already sent a signal of military advice without waiting for Chongzhen to react.

Xiao Mo and She An's commander of the East Palace guards rushed in. He immediately stepped forward to help Chongzhen up: "Your Majesty, you are in a hurry to follow the power, and the carriage is ready." After that, he drove Chongzhen out of the palace without saying anything.

Chongzhen didn't react until the door, but he couldn't break free. He could only let the two strong men "send" him into the carriage. The carriage had been transformed, with thick quilts on all sides, and wine was filled with leather bags, and meat was covered with oil and paper. There was not even a bone in the meat. There was no inch of hard stuff, so Chongzhen would never commit suicide.

Seeing such careful arrangements, Chongzhen naturally knew that his son was not making hasty preparations. He suddenly felt a little disappointed: his son had grown up... and then he felt a little relieved, as if he really believed that his son could turn the tide.

Zhu Cixuan sent Zhou Hou and Kunxing to another carriage and comforted him: "Mother, my son has already made a complete plan, and my Ming Dynasty will never be destroyed."

"I have no eyes on the sword and gun, my son is careful." Zhou Hou stroked Zhu Cihuang's face, with tears in his eyes, and he advised softly.

Zhu Cilang responded and ordered people to drive the car and leave from the side gate of the Forbidden City. On that day, the ministers Nan Xing discussed so many guards, palaces, food and grass, and now they can be solved by just a carriage, which undoubtedly slapped theorists in the face.

Liu Ruoyu also entered the palace and found Zhu Cilang and said, "Your Highness, Wang Chengen came to repay you just now, saying that the thieves at the city sent Du Xun, the military supervisor of the Xuanfu, into the city, and wanted to negotiate with the court."

"Talk with him." Zhu Cixuan said: "Others hurry up and transport out the seal and national treasures and the ancestral temple gods. You can check them by number yourself."

Liu Ruoyu nodded and turned around and left.

"Riding a horse!" Zhu Cixuan shouted: "All officials in charge will be granted a horse under the ban!"

The palace is so big, it takes more time to run around and do things? And what you lack the most now is time.

Liu Ruoyu had long been going to maintain the court, and the items needed by the inner court were numbered and booked, and everyone was responsible for it was written clearly. Even the retreat route of the inner officials had been practiced, and soon an orderly team was formed in the palace. Many escaped palace ladies unconsciously approached the team, and thought that the emperor was going to leave the palace.

Liu Ruoyu was not polite to them and instructed them to move some heavy objects.

Zhu Ciyang took the jade seal from the inner palace maid, returned to Wuying Hall, quickly took the throne, and said to Hou Fangyu, who was surprised below: "Draft, and grant Wu Sangui the King of Guangning, and use Shanhaiguan to Guangning to be the State of Guangning, as the Korean law!"

Hou Fangyu had already prepared paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and could not help but be frightened: "Your Highness! This is..."

"This is the imperial edict!" Zhu Cilang raised his chin: "Let him protect this country forever."

Hou Fangyu has always taken Wu Weiye as a lesson, and did not dare to go against Zhu Cilang's intentions. Long Feifengwu wrote it. After all, he was a talented man in Jiangnan. A beautiful essay on the imperial edict was written in a simple and elegant manner, and the text was written without adding a little bit. It was still he who was thinking about his father, and he didn't know whether the guards of the East Palace had already gone to the imperial prison to rescue his father.

Zhu Cixuan only brought Min Zhanlian a team of masters to Beijing to protect his safety. Then he sneaked into the capital, but there was a thousand headquarters, which was the Thousand Army headquarters led by Xiao Mo. After entering the city, they immediately went to various places, and set up the cash in the Eastern Palace treasury and escorted them out of the capital. Another team of scholars, led by Hou Fangyu, followed Zhu Cixuan and drafted documents at any time.

In addition to the title of Wu Sangui as king, there were also edicts to pardon civil and military ministers during the Chongzhen period, as well as emperors who went south to stay in the capital and ordered civil and military officials to go south to accompany them. As for many documents to allocate troops, they were handed over to other secretaries because they did not require a brilliant statement. For a moment, the ink fragrance in Wuying's palace was filled with rhyme.

"My memory of Chen Tingyang, pays homage to Your Highness." Chen Tingyang handled the last wave of personnel and went to the palace to meet Zhu Cilang.

"It is a blessing for the Ming Dynasty to be able to receive the support of Wumei Gong this time." Zhu Cixuan personally greeted him.

During the days when he was outside the army and war, no one in the capital was in charge of the overall situation. Liu Ruoyu could arrange the palace safely, but the foreign court could do nothing. Although all the ministers were inclined to the prince, they would never run for the prince's affairs, and at most they would give some convenience in secret.

The 50,000 craftsmen were transported to Shandong in batches, all thanks to Chen Tingyang's efforts. Because at the beginning, it was said that they had been placed in Jiangnan, and Chen Tingyang had already established many farms in Jiangnan. As a result, Zhu Ciyang changed to Shandong. Chen Tingyang paid for the money himself and found a lot of land in Shandong to transport people. Even the silver used for resettlement was Chen Tingyang's ancestral property.

"What a loyal and righteous official!" Zhu Cilang held Chen Tingyang's arm: "Your Majesty has already won the south, this is the last batch."

Chen Tingyang said: "Your Highness, during the Japanese turmoil in Renchen, the imperial court set up bows, crossbows, arrow shops, gunpowder, artillery and iron shops in Tianjin. It would be a pity if these craftsmen abandoned them. I am willing to spend all my wealth and send them to Denglai together."

Zhu Cilang was overjoyed: "I have been thinking about this for a long time, just because I am afraid of making things difficult for Mr. Wumei." I have to put pressure on my subordinates, but it cannot be too much pressure, otherwise it may be a blow to my subordinates' enthusiasm for doing things and I will not even be able to do things well. Chen Tingyang can bring it up by himself, but I think it must be over-measures.

"I'm afraid they won't leave." Chen Tingyang said.

The craftsmen in the capital were all slave workers, which was equivalent to the private property of the emperor's family. However, the craftsmen in Tianjin were all free people, and no one could force them.

In theory, no one can force it. Generally speaking, people always have room for negotiation when they see two things.

One is silver.

The second is swords and guns.

Zhu Cilang is not short of both.

Chen Tingyang took the order and went out with him with an imperial edict to order Tianjin officials to recruit craftsmen. Zhu Cilang looked at the bright yellow imperial edicts, holding the national seal and personally sealed the bell, and finally felt like he was controlling the country. Although he still didn't expect how to communicate with his emperor father, never giving up the authority in his hand was already his plan.

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"As long as the Zhu family is willing to abdicate, my emperor is willing to grant his eldest son Zhu Cilang the King of Song, imitating Qi and Song conventions to inherit Zongsi." Du Xun read out Li Zicheng's conditions shamelessly and explained to Wang Chengen: "The holy emperor is kind and righteous. As long as the Zhu family abdicates, he will treat Zhu family well. No matter what, the Zhu family is also a Tian family that has been peaceful for three hundred years."

Wang Chengen knew that Danei was already moving, and his task was to delay it for a while. He hummed and asked, "Where is King Ding, King Yong?"

Du Xun replied: "All of them are granted Dukes."

"Where is Princess Kunxing?"

"I still send her out of the palace with a princess gift."

"Um..." Wang Chengen was silent for a long time and said, "Let's wait for our family to ask about His Majesty what he meant?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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