Southern Ming, my destiny is too abstract

Chapter 26 I am a wealthy prince, what can the world do to me?

When Zhu Cixuan walked into Emperor Yongli's residence, he found that there were quite a few guests at the banquet.

Except for the Ming Dynasty civil and military officials who are still undergoing transformation in the Sanqing Education Team.

Ren Guoxi, Chen Ande, Pan Huang, Deng Kai, Wang Qilong and others, even Bai Wenxuan who was often away to quell rebellions, sat on the right side of Yongli.

Zhu Youlang was showing the poems given to him by Zhu Cixuan to his ministers.

"I have been serving my country for fourteen years. Since I ascended the throne and fled my home and country, isn't that exactly fourteen years?"

"I am originally a rich and noble prince. What can the world do for me?"

"At that time, I lost my fiefdom and lived in exile in western Guangxi. I also thought that Li and Zhang were powerful and that if I became a member of the royal family of the previous dynasty, I could become a rich man."

"Who could have imagined that the Jiashen Rebellion would bring about the Eastern Barbarians' occupation of China, and that I, an incompetent vassal king, would inherit the throne and become the leader of the anti-Qing resistance."

"Back in Zhaoqing, my mother and I both felt I was unfit to take the throne and repeatedly refused. However, the Duke of Yue firmly supported me because I was the legitimate descendant of Emperor Shenzong."

Zhu Youlang sighed deeply as he spoke, "But Ding Kuichu is not Li Gang, and I can't become the Song Gaozong who can live in a corner."

"Even if it's the prince's poetry, the last emperor of the Tang Dynasty lost his country and became a captive. I wonder if it's possible in this life?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Wenxuan, Deng Shilian and other civil and military officials stood up to apologize.

Zhu Youlang waved his hand to signal him to sit down, drank a glass of wine to give himself courage, and looked at the ministers at the tables around him.

"I am afraid of death and I know it myself."

"I cannot follow the example of Emperor Lie and Emperor Xiang, who died for their country. I am afraid that once the Eastern Tartars arrive, even if they cannot escape, they will hope that Wu Sangui will allow me to become the last emperor of the Li Tang Dynasty and live out the rest of my life in peace."

Seeing that the ministers were about to apologize again, Zhu Youlang waved his hand.

"I know what you are going to say?"

"I leave these words to the prince."

"Whether I will be the last emperor of the Tang Dynasty or the second emperor of the Song Dynasty, Huizong and Qinzong, depends on you and the crown prince."

"But I am Liu Taigong, who was Emperor Gaozu of Han, and I am Tang Gaozu, who was Emperor Taizong of Tang. It is up to the Crown Prince alone."

"How can I, an incompetent king, lead you to recover our lost land and bring glory to the world?"

"Only the prince."

"The Crown Prince is more wise than Emperor Shaozong, and as powerful as the Second Ancestor."

"I have decided to pass the throne to the Crown Prince. I hope you will respect my son as your ruler and work hard to restore the Ming Dynasty."

Deng Shilian and the others looked at each other.

I understand it in my heart.

This was because Yongli's close ministers and relatives were arrested and killed by the crown prince, and he became disheartened and began to give up on himself.

I want to imitate the prince and go crazy.

He still wanted a new king to take the throne, grant amnesty to the people, and save the country by taking a roundabout way to save the king's uncle and others.

Of course, no matter how true or false Emperor Yongli's abdication was, or whether he wanted to let go or not, he would just lay low completely.

They couldn't agree easily.

Deng Shilian and others were about to kneel down again.

Zhu Cixuan, who had been hiding nearby and watching the show for a long time, finally spoke.

"How can we refuse the emperor's decree?"

"The country is in danger. There's no need to keep giving in and giving up."

"There's no guarantee that Wu Sangui will follow Li Chengdong's example and seize this opportunity to attack."

"However, there is absolutely no talk of a foreign successor to the throne of the Middle-earth monarch."

"If I inherit the imperial lineage and ascend the throne, even if it is not in the two capitals of the Ming Dynasty, it should be on Chinese soil."

Deng Shilian, Ren Guoxi and others all breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.

If the prince was as rough and hasty as he was when he forced his father to be regent.

But it’s so difficult to do.

It's hard to accept the situation, and one can't say what the old Ming officials in other places are thinking.

Being caught between this father and son, sometimes I really want to quit my job.

When Bai Wenxuan and a thin middle-aged man beside him heard Zhu Cixuan's words, their eyes lit up.

Both of them succeeded to the throne!
Even if it is just like Zheng Yanping, he can only surround Nando and pay homage to the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.

That also shocked the world and inspired people.

Zhu Cixuan glanced at the ministers with different expressions, and his gaze finally fell on a child beside Yongli.

His eight-year-old cousin.

Wang Laian, son of Wang Weigong, the emperor's uncle.

He originally thought that Emperor Yongli had never asked about it and was indifferent, but he didn't expect him to do this.

"Since I have received the imperial edict of my father's abdication, I should pardon the world."

"Jinyiwei Commander Deng Kai."

Deng Kai heard the voice and responded: "I am here."

"After confiscating the money and property of the Han people from the Investigation Bureau, they will be returned to their homes." After Zhu Cixuan finished speaking, he looked at the unfamiliar face beside Bai Wenxuan.

"Duke Huai?"

"The surrendered minister Ma Bao greets His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Ma Bao bowed his head and lowered his body.

Deng Kai took the opportunity to tell Zhu Cixuan where he came from.

Zhu Cixuan thought for a moment and then asked again, "Mangbai had already sent an envoy to inform Wu Sangui that he was planning a mutiny and to seek help from the Qing court."

Ma Bao said, "Your Highness, since we lost contact with the Emperor last year and surrendered to the Eastern Tartars, Wu Sangui has lost all trace of the Prince of Jin and Your Majesty."

"After receiving the letter from Mangbai, he sent me to verify its authenticity. He then led his troops to Mengmao to prepare to take His Majesty and His Highness from Mangbai."

I didn't expect Mang Bai to have made two preparations.

Mangbai never believed in the gentleman's agreement between him and me from the beginning?
It is better to wait until Li Dingguo withdraws his troops and sends me away, then hand over Yongli and divert the disaster to another place.

Mengmao was the former seat of the Luchuan Pingmian Division of the Yuan Dynasty, just below the Longchuan Xuanfu Division.

After passing Hanlong Pass, you will enter Mubang of Hongsha Kingdom.

It just happened to miss the 20,000 troops of Li Dingguo coming in the other direction.

Li Dingguo must immediately send troops to garrison.

Zhu Cixuan thought about the troops he had and asked, "How many troops does Wu Sangui still have?"

Ma Bao, who had already made up his mind, answered immediately.

"Last year, after pacifying the chieftains of western Yunnan and Yuanjiang, Hong Chengchou and the Qing army withdrew one after another."

"In addition to Wu Sangui's own 20,000 troops, 5,000 Eight Banners, and 40,000 Green Camp soldiers, there are also the 50,000 former Ming troops who have just surrendered."

Zhu Cixuan glanced at the Yongli Emperor, who was drinking with his face covered in embarrassment.

Even if the troops in southern Sichuan are mobilized, in addition to the garrisons stationed in various places.

Wu Sangui could only mobilize 60,000 to 70,000 troops at most.

Zhu Cixuan also understood that not all of the former Ming generals who surrendered were forced to enter enemy territory like Ma Bao.

If he and Li Dingguo had fought Wu Sangui back and forth, they might have turned against him.

Going into exile in a foreign country would never mean abandoning one's country and surrendering like Yongli did.

If everyone was like Li Dingguo and Bai Wenxuan, the Ming army would have already drunk water from the Yangtze River.

Ma Bao spoke repeatedly: "In addition to these 100,000 people, Wu Sangui has already reported to the Qing court three troubles and two difficulties."

"We need the Qing court to allocate millions of dollars in military pay and send a special force from the imperial court to Yunnan. We will then join forces and march south to Hongsha to destroy the Prince of Jin and the Prince of Gongchang, and capture His Highness and His Majesty."

Zhu Cixuan suddenly became solemn: "Are we there yet?"

"Food and money should arrive in full by January of next year. I've heard the Qing imperial troops have already moved south, but I don't know how long it will take them to reach Yunnan."

Time is running out.

Even if the combat effectiveness of the Eight Banners declined.

In order to completely destroy the last remaining emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Dai Qing Gulun will also send out his most capable fighters to eliminate the threat forever.

I don’t know how many soldiers and horses there are.

But combined with Wu Sangui's 100,000 troops in Yunnan Province, there must be at least 120,000, 130,000, or even 150,000 troops.

This is not Hongsawadi's army of hundreds of thousands.

They are all brave and skilled warriors who have fought in wars for more than ten or twenty years.

Not an exaggeration.

Perhaps, it is the strongest army in the world today.

Zhu Cixuan pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.

He reached out and held Ma Bao's hands, which were covered with thick calluses.

"Ma Qing, are you willing to be my internal support again?"

Ma Bao didn't have time to get excited about the prince's handshake.

He was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

Being an insider again?