The Ming Dynasty talker in the box

Chapter 8 Don’t pour nuclear sewage into the sea
When he left the counter world, he stopped by to take a look near Mount Fuji.

The Big Foot Basin is firmly attached to the crater, and there is no major problem. The volcanic magma overflowing from the four sides is also slowly cooling.

It seems that Mount Fuji is going to sleep again. There is no need to check it again in the future. The island country has been tortured enough by me, and I have no interest or motivation to come here again.

He noticed that a large number of people gathered not far away, bowing to Mount Fuji. Although Mount Fuji was about to go dormant, it was still very dangerous to be so close.

He pulled the horizon over and decided to persuade them to leave.

The leader, who is obviously dressed in aristocratic attire, is kneeling at the front. He should be the talker of this group of people. At present, he can only communicate with Ni Shiji one-on-one, so we have made an agreement with him.

"Take your people and leave quickly. It's dangerous here."

"##%￥&*%@#." The leader looked shocked.

Well, forgetting the language barrier, this is a bit fucked up. Just when he was trying to think of a way to communicate, the man took the initiative to speak.

"Are you the pig god?"

You are the fucking pig god... But Li Hengqu immediately realized that this guy should be talking about the main god, and he seems to know some Chinese.

"Who are you? What is your identity? Does your words work?"

"Lord God, I am Tokugawa Iemitsu, and these people are my subjects."

From the Tokugawa family?The Tokugawa family of this era?Judging from his age, he must be a shogun, right?

Li Hengqu suddenly felt guilty because he had looted all the Tokugawa family's gold last night.

"It's dangerous here. You should take your subjects and leave immediately without delay."

Tokugawa Iemitsu did not immediately follow the instructions. He buried his head deeper, with a pious and painful expression on his face:

"God, are you from Tang Dynasty?"

Tang people?Yes, islanders are used to calling Chinese people Tang people.

"Yes, I am from Tang Dynasty."

The pain on Tokugawa Iemitsu's face deepened: It turns out that the gods of the island country are actually Tang people!
However, he quickly adjusted his mentality, and his painful expression was completely replaced by piety:

"You guys are your loyal slaves. What instructions does the spirit have to show you now?"

I have a fart instruction. Are you willing to commit seppuku as a group?Li Hengqu no longer had the energy to talk nonsense with him:
"It's dangerous here, please lead these subjects to stay away."

"Hi, my lord."

Hi, sister, why did Li Hengqu see this guy unhappy? He rolled his eyes:
"You are not allowed to touch women from today on, otherwise your family will be destroyed."

"Why is this?" Tokugawa Iemitsu looked shocked.

"This is heaven's secret. It cannot be leaked to the mortal world. You just have to follow it."

After that, Li Hengqu ignored him, lay back on the bed, and searched Tokugawa Iemitsu online. He was really a shogun. This guy will die in a few years. He was only 48 years old when he died. Don't say he couldn't. Touching women is so suffocating.

He suddenly remembered something, stood up and looked at Tokugawa Iemitsu again:

"After you return this time, gather your ministers together and formulate a national policy that must be followed for all eternity. Otherwise, humans and gods will be angry and punished by the gods."

"What national policy?"

"Don't dump nuclear wastewater into the sea..."

AD 1644, March 22, Beijing.

"Your Majesty, Uncle Xiangcheng and the three major battalions of the capital surrendered without a fight." Eunuch Wang Chengen said in a low voice.

Zhu Youjian sat slumped on the ground: "I understand. Where is Zhang Jinyan, the Minister of War? Call him here. I have something to discuss with him."

"Sir Shangshu went to inspect the city. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find him now." "Inspecting the city? I think he is looking for a way out." Zhu Youjian slapped the floor angrily:

"If these ministers had some intention to protect the country, the current situation would not be so bad."

After a while, Zhu Youjian lost his temper: "Where is Wu Sangui? His 5000 Guan Ning Army hasn't arrived yet?"

Wang Chengen: "It is said that Ping Xibo has led his army to retreat in the direction of Shanhaiguan."

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"Hey, that's all. Please bring me some pen and ink. I want to punish myself."

A few days ago, when the news of a plague among Dashun's troops reached Beijing, Emperor Chongzhen, who had already fallen into despair and ruin, instantly became nervous.

He felt that this was the last chance God gave to Ming Dynasty, and he must seize it.

He first conveyed the information about the plague among the anti-thief armies everywhere. At the same time, he issued orders to all the generals leading troops outside and King Qin's troops to quickly move towards Beijing.

He drew up a list of candidates for promotion and promotion, and sent copies to all departments. As long as each ministry carried out the order in a timely manner, no matter how many soldiers and horses they brought, they would receive awards.

This series of almost flattering operations would have been impossible for him to carry out in the past, but now that the situation was stronger than others, he could not help but lower his arrogant head.

After receiving his order, generals from all over the country sent reports one after another, saying that they would immediately lead their troops to King Qin in Beijing and defeat the rebels in one fell swoop.

Chongzhen saw that the form was developing in the direction he expected, and even a few wrinkles disappeared.

Until that day, a miracle came from the sky where the rebels were stationed. From then on, everything changed.

Many people saw that scene, and Chongzhen also saw it. A huge spoon-shaped object suddenly appeared above the rebel camp.

The news quickly spread throughout the northern land, and the marching King Qin's troops immediately slowed down after hearing the news.

What does it mean that a miracle from heaven did not destroy the rebel army?
This shows that Li Zicheng did not act against heaven, nor did he anger God.

If overthrowing the Ming Dynasty is not an act against heaven, does that mean that the Ming Dynasty is no longer under heaven's orders?
This idea immediately took root in many people's minds. Even Zhu Youjian himself couldn't help but have some uneasy thoughts. He was thinking:
"Since I came to the throne, there have been constant droughts and locust plagues, frequent plagues, and almost no peaceful and stable years. Is this a sign that God has abandoned me, the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Youjian no longer had the energy to care about the slackness of King Qin's troops, especially when news came two days later that the plague among the rebels had been eliminated, and they were preparing to break camp and rush towards Beijing...

Is there really no hope for moving south?
This was the question Zhu Youjian asked the most in the past two days, but he didn't get the answer he wanted from anyone.

In the early morning, when the sky was about to dawn, Zhu Youjian wiped out the eunuch Wang Chengen and left the Forbidden City and boarded the Royal Forbidden Garden.

After looking at the torches moving in an orderly manner in the city, he knew that the rebels had entered the city.

He returned to the palace, summoned Princess Changping and Princess Zhaoren, stroked their heads, and sighed:

"Why did you want to be born into the emperor's house!"

After saying that, he covered his face with his left sleeve and pulled out a knife with his right hand to chop at his daughters...
When Zhu Youjian woke up, he found that most of the upper part of the hall was damaged, the whole hall was in a mess, and his two daughters had disappeared:

"What just happened? Why did I suddenly faint?"

He reluctantly climbed up and found that half of his body was in severe pain and his right arm seemed to be broken.

"Did I just get hit by a collapsing giant? Why did this great hall collapse when it was in good condition? Is it because God is urging me to die quickly?"

After Zhu Youjian waited for a while, he saw that his daughters were no longer there. He thought they had escaped for their lives, and suddenly laughed: "That's it, that's all, you all go, I will go too."

He summoned the eunuch Wang Chengen, who was probably the only person he could command now.

He asked Wang Chengen to bring him three feet of white silk, and then helped him to Meishan...

Zhu Youjian looked at the old locust tree in front of him. Although it was a little crooked, it was still a clean place.

He ordered Wang Chengen to tie the white silk, then took off his blue robe, spread it in front of the locust tree, and ordered Wang Chengen to write:
"It has been 17 years since I ascended the throne. Although I have bad virtues, the bandits have bowed to me, and the heavens have been angry with me. However, all the ministers have misunderstood me, and the rebels have invaded the city of Beijing. I died without a face and saw my ancestors in the ground. I took off my crown and sent my hair to the world." Cover my face and let the thieves split my corpse, but do not hurt any of the people."

"Why do you have to say it so righteously?" A voice suddenly lingered in Chongzhen's ears.

(End of this chapter)