Lin Gao Qiming

Thinking of Taoist Mushi's layout in Guangzhou, he set up a large feng shui array, intending to destroy the king's spirit of the Kun thief, but he did not expect that he was finally broken by the Kun thief.Thinking about the "New Taoism" that Lao Shizi is spreading everywhere... Maybe he really learned some overseas strange art of armor...

Thinking of this, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully, wanting to know what kind of insight this person had, but he didn't expect that this person was just a layman, talking nonsense, but he had no "dry stuff".After listening to a few words, Luo Heying knew that he was just scaremongering and had no real facts.Feeling slightly disappointed.

In the evening, he took this as a joke and talked about it with Gou Xunli. Unexpectedly, this old and cunning guy narrowed his eyes and began to stroke his mouse beard.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, as long as there's something to talk about..." Monk Walrus whispered.

"What does the mage mean?"

"The kun thieves came here calmly, and the local people didn't feel bad about them. On the contrary, many people benefited from them. So, it won't work if we just say it's the decree of the gods to kill the kun thieves."

"Naturally." Luo Heying nodded, "Even if you go, you won't have to work hard."

"That's why there must be an evil thing that fills the people with righteous indignation."

"Evil?" Luo Heying thought for a while, thinking that the local area had never been slaughtered by thieves, so if he wanted to say "evil", he really couldn't think of it.Even if some government orders the people to be dissatisfied, it has not yet reached the point where they can rise up

"If you don't, then help the thief." Gou Xunli had already thought about it right now, and said in a low voice, "Didn't they build the camp to level the land of the cemetery?"

Fortunately, the Kun bandits who captured Guangdong and Guangxi last year and shook the government and the public have stopped.Throughout the nine years of Chongzhen, there was no major movement. It seems that they have satisfied the status quo of occupying the two provinces.

The clapper of the first watch had already been beaten, and the emperor in the Qianqing Palace finally put down the cinnabar pen in his hand, and temporarily left the mountain of memorials.

Luo Heying couldn't help asking: "The timing, the timing, when will this timing arrive?"

Although it has entered the twelfth lunar month, there is no joy and celebration of the New Year in the city. The world is difficult and the people are struggling to make ends meet.
The Qin Lou Chu Pavilion and the rich families still had banquets, singing and dancing as usual.However, the doors and courtyards are all covered and curtains are hung, so that the light from the burning crimson candles and Australian oil lamps does not come out at all.The tunes of diva singers and musicians are all low, lingering in the ears of the host and guests.Even they seldom speak loudly, just talk quietly.

Donglu outside Shanhaiguan proclaimed himself emperor in that year, calling himself Manchuria, and formally fought against Ming Dynasty.If this is just a false name, then in July, the Eight Banners Army led by Azig entered the pass to plunder, but once again stabbed the devastated northern land severely.

Although the memorial did not bring him any happiness, and sometimes it was the source of endless troubles, but he was unwilling to leave.He had a feeling that as long as he didn't open the memorials for review, these memorials would turn into raging flames and swallow up the great Ming Dynasty.

"Stealing graves and digging graves is a heinous crime. It is also closely related to the local people and gentry, so as long as we do this..."

However, looking at the overall situation, the situation in Daming has not improved. The capture of Gao Yingxiang is only a major setback for the strongest group of rogues.As far as the overall situation is concerned, the activities of rogue bandits are still very frequent.Li Zicheng and other ministries were active in Shaanxi, Ningxia, and Gansu; Zhang Xianzhong, Gezuo Wuying, Luo Rucai, Liu Guoneng, and Li Wanqing and other ministries galloped in the vast areas of Henan, Huguang, and Anhui.As for the small-scale "rogue bandits", "local bandits", "mountain bandits" and "sea bandits", they swirled and fluttered like a spark, spreading everywhere.The imperial court was overwhelmed and fell into a passive state everywhere.

Now it is the twelfth lunar month, although it is a fast-growing year, there must be a pomp in the palace as usual.The courtiers and ministers packed up gourd Jingbuzi and python clothes for the New Year; eunuchs and maids cleaned the palace, craftsmen repaired house utensils, peach charm boards, general charcoal, and door gods used for the gates during the New Year; Fushen, Ghost Judgment, Zhong Kui and other paintings.The gold and silver eight treasures hanging on the bed, the Western Fan scripture wheel, the dragon made of yellow coins;The normally deserted and lifeless palace now has some vitality.

Dinner was originally at the second quarter of Shen time, but now it has passed the quarter of Xu time.Concubine Tian Gui had long sent several groups of eunuchs outside the Qianqing Palace to find out when the emperor would end the review, but none of the imperial eunuchs dared to remind the emperor.

"Your Majesty..." Seeing him get up, a former imperial eunuch hurriedly seized the opportunity to tell him that today Concubine Tian was supposed to have dinner with Concubine Tian.

In fact, Taoist Mushi had already confessed to him, that is, it was a foregone conclusion for the imperial court to go south to crusade against the Kun thieves. Although there was no definite purpose, the cabinet and the emperor had already made up their minds, and there must be action in the next two or three months.

In the past few years, the war has been unfavorable, and the country is declining.The emperor's temper is getting worse day by day.A few years ago, the eunuchs and factory guards who were originally excluded gradually regained their prestige.Although a group of people have changed, the behavior is still familiar from the old days.The pleasure-seeking of officials and wealthy people has also become much more obscure, so as not to be intentionally passed on to the emperor, disturbing his mood and arousing the wrath of the thunder.

"Oh, I almost forgot." Chongzhen stroked his forehead with his palm, and his forehead was cold.The palace is tall and grand, and even in winter, reading memorials in the warm pavilion, the hands and feet are still cold after a long time.

It's just that when will this action come.I wait like a long-drought land, looking forward to the rain!
Jingshi
The first day of December in the ninth year of Chongzhen (December 1636, 12)
It was nearly Xu time, and the huge Beijing city had fallen into silence.Because the eastern captives entered the country in July, the fronts of the troops were directed at Ke Changping, Liangxiang, and Shunyi, and the fronts were directed at the capital.The capital counts the police in January.Although the eastern captives have receded now, there are still many refugees stranded in the city. The security in the city is not stable, and the government strictly prohibits nights. He could faintly hear the sound of clappers beating the watch in the distance.It was dark inside and outside the city, which looked particularly gloomy and desolate.

Luo Heying said: "If there is a suitable opportunity, it is right now."

Attacking the camp may not be successful, but attacking the troupe living in the market hotel is not an easy task.

"Naturally, it must be kept secret." Gou Xunli sneered, "Don't worry, someone will do it. You just need to grasp the timing."

After hearing this, Luo Heying took a breath of air: "This is too wicked, it will be terrible if the Li family finds out."

"The puppet troupe was run by the Kun bandits. If they are wiped out by this opportunity, the Kun bandits will be furious."

Compared with last year, in the first month of the first month, thirteen bandits attacked Fengyang and set fire to the ancestral mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty; in February, the bandits raided Guangdong, Guangzhou, Zhaoqing fell, and then Guangdong and Guangxi... The situation in the ninth year of Chongzhen was not too bad .The best news is that under the suppression of the officers and soldiers commanded by Lu Xiangsheng, Hong Chengchou and others, the rogue bandits who were once on the verge of starting a prairie fire have lost their previous momentum. Especially in July this year, Gao Yingxiang, the "Giant Canal", was captured and executed after being deported from the capital .This is nothing less than a booster for the already battered court.

No matter what the thief's intentions were, as long as there were no troubles, it would be good news for the young emperor.

Sometimes, he felt that he was not as good as a death row prisoner, who was just waiting to die.But he, like a person about to be drowned, struggled desperately, but couldn't even grasp a straw...

Gou Xunli nodded silently, thinking that this person really has some tricks, he is not a reckless warrior.

Firstly, the Australians are currently building roads and building camps, digging earth and digging everywhere, which is just right for planting and stealing graves; secondly, the puppet troupe that performed in Lijiawei in the previous stage is performing at Xiaoyaoxu.

Hearing this, Gou Xunli looked up at the sky, and sighed after a while: "You ask me, I don't know! I have been waiting for ten years!"

"Yes, but money has been given to the landlord. Although the tomb has been flattened, those who have owners have been given money to relocate them, and the bones of those who have no owners have been collected together..." Luo Heying suddenly understood something when he said this, "You are explain?"

The lanterns and candles hanging at the gate of the imperial city swayed in the wind, reflecting the already bumpy stone road and the armor of the big Han general standing on duty, glowing slightly.For the owner here, the ninth year of Chongzhen was neither too bad nor too good.Of course, for the emperor, bad news is already the norm, as long as there is no worse news, it will be considered good luck.

Luo Heying was about to scold X, but Gou Xunli said again: "Don't worry, it's just a matter of these few months. Don't worry, Taoist Mu Shi said, as long as there is a suitable opportunity, you can do it!"

The eunuch in charge of Qianqing Palace immediately signaled that an eunuch would bring tea from the new tribute immediately.Originally, it was very difficult to serve hot tea at any time in winter. The only way was to keep a charcoal stove under the porch and boil boiling water all the time.Since Lingnan tribute came a thermos.The expenses for the charcoal fire were still the same, but the money went into the pocket of the eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace.

"This is autumn tea." This cup of tea with a suitable temperature and overflowing aroma is very good for the tired emperor, especially the cup in front of him, which is as thin as an eggshell and crystal clear like carved white jade. The pattern of enamel-colored flowers inlaid with silver thread is very comfortable to look at, and my mood is much better. I asked, "Where did you get the tribute?"

"If you go back to the emperor, it's Wuyishan tea from Fujian." The eunuch in charge said, "It's Zheng Sen, the commander of the Central Left Institute, who made the offering."

The name Zheng Sen set off a small ripple in his mind, and he seemed to vaguely remember that the former governor of Fujian, Zou Weilian, had mentioned this name.But he couldn't remember something.

Seeing the puzzled expression on his face, the eunuch hurriedly reminded him in a low voice: "He is the son of Zheng Zhilong, the former governor and acquaintance. Now he has also taken up the post..."