After making these arrangements, Chongzhen began to review the plan.

The Crown Prince's trip to Nanjing was something that had been discussed in the court. Even if there had been no changes in the cabinet and the six ministries, the imperial edict would have been issued smoothly.

Huang Fei, the commander-in-chief of the navy, was a loyalist. He followed his uncle Huang Long in Liaodong to resist the Jiannu since he was a child. After Li Zicheng attacked Beijing, he led his army south to garrison Zhenjiang. After the death of Emperor Hongguang, he vowed not to surrender and led the navy south again to Zhoushan to assist Emperor Longwu. In the end, he was defeated and attempted suicide, but was killed by the Qing army.

Chongzhen believed that Huang Fei would definitely act according to his wishes.

The only variable is Liu Zeqing.

This person is cunning by nature. If he doesn't fall for it, all previous efforts will be in vain.

He thought for a moment and said, "Wang Chengen, add a sentence to the imperial edicts sent to Liu Zeqing and Huang Fei, stating that the overdue military pay has been handed over to the crown prince, who will then make up the pay on behalf of the court."

The Ming army was short of money, not just Liu Zeqing, but all the armies of the Ming Dynasty were short of money. Using the prince and military pay as bait, the other side would go to Tiemenguan to collect military pay even if they did not go to Nanjing.

In this way, the variable becomes a constant.

"Go ahead and ask the cabinet to draft an edict immediately, and call Li Ruolian over."

"As you wish."

Not long after, Li Ruolian, dressed in bright red court robes, came to the side hall with great anticipation.

Both Wu Mengming and Wang Zhixin have been entrusted with important tasks, and it is now his turn.

Not every Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty had Feiyufu, and Feiyufu was not the common uniform of Jinyiwei.

More noble than the Feiyu robe are the Mang robe and the Dou Niu robe. They are all rewards from the emperor. The rewarded people can be civil officials or military generals.

Generally speaking, it is a kind of honor, and the yellow jacket of the Qing Dynasty is similar to it.

Li Ruo Lian was a military scholar in the first year of Chongzhen, and was nearly 40 years old at this time. Although he was middle-aged, he maintained a very good figure, with thin cheeks and bright eyes. He walked briskly, taking two steps at a time, and soon came to Chongzhen.

"Li Ruolian, the commander of the Imperial Guard, pays respect to Your Majesty."

"Get up." Chongzhen looked at him carefully and asked, "How is the fighting power of the three thousand Jinyiwei in the capital?"

Li Ruo Lian thought for a moment with a gloomy face and said, "Your Majesty, the Jinyiwei has long been in name only. The Jinyiwei are generally idle. Not to mention monitoring the officials, they may not even be able to defeat the ordinary soldiers."

"Commander Wu obeys the orders of the Eastern Depot, and the Imperial Guard is controlled by the Eastern Depot in every way. In addition, the salary arrears are serious, and the capable people under my command have already found other ways out. The rest are either old, weak, sick or disabled, and there is no way to make a living elsewhere. It is better to stay in the Imperial Guard, at least there is food to eat. Or just muddle through, one day at a time."

Chongzhen was not surprised at all by Li Ruolian's words.

If the Jinyiwei still had the strength to fight, the Ming Dynasty would not have fallen so quickly.

"The Jinyiwei can all use firearms, right?"

"Your Majesty, the Jinyiwei have an assessment every year. Firearms, bows and crossbows, close combat, and horseback riding are required. Although it is impossible to master them by faking the results, it is not a problem to be proficient in their use."

That's good!

Chongzhen breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how bad the Jinyiwei were, they were still better than the people in the three major camps.

"Let's put aside the internal affairs of the Imperial Guard. I have a question about the bandits. I heard that the bandits have a poem. Do you know what the poem is about?"

Li Ruo Lian hesitated for a moment, "Your Majesty, I dare not read it."

"It's okay. I want to know."

"Yes," after getting Chongzhen's permission, Li Ruolian read carefully:

"In the morning, they seek promotion; in the evening, they seek reunification. These days, it is hard for the poor to survive."

"Open the door early to pay respect to the King of Rebellion, and all the officials, young and old, will be happy."

"We killed cattle and sheep, prepared wine, and opened the city gates to welcome the rebel king. When the rebel king came, he refused to pay taxes."

"Eat his mother, eat her mother, eat not enough to have the King of Rebellion."

"No need to serve, no need to pay taxes, just live happily."

Chongzhen recited it with Li Ruolian and then recited it several times in his mind.

After getting familiar with it, Chongzhen asked, "Li Ruolian, how long will it take for me to revise this poem and spread it throughout the capital?"

"Revise the poem?" Li Ruo Lian scratched his head, a little confused. What's wrong with your majesty? The bandit's poem is banned, how can it be changed?

But as a subject, he did not ask too much. Jinyiwei had all kinds of people from all walks of life.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "If Lang Lang can speak easily, it will take at least two days."

"Okay! Take your notes and I'll revise them for you now. Don't worry about the front part, just start from the back."

Li Ruo Lian did not dare to delay and took out the pen and paper he carried with him and began to take notes.

Carrying paper and pen with you is an old tradition of the Jinyiwei, and he has never forgotten this.

"Open the city gates and welcome the rebel king. When the rebel king comes, we won't pay taxes!"

As soon as Chongzhen said this, Li Ruolian almost knelt down. If he had not been in the palace, he would have every reason to suspect that the emperor was a fake.

This is not changing the poem, it is clearly propaganda for the bandits!

"Your Majesty, this... this is inappropriate, right?" Li Ruolian didn't dare not ask, nor did he dare to ask more.

"Don't worry, it will be changed later."

"Kill the son, rob the wife, and burn all the house and food."

"Come quickly, leave quickly, and leave a good Erlang behind!"

"If you don't farm and reclaim wasteland, your whole family will be in tears next year."

"That's all." Chongzhen recited it several times himself, and the words and rhymes were smooth. "Immediately arrange for people to sing it in the capital."

"As you wish!"

Li Ruolian was about to bow and say goodbye when he saw Chongzhen stand up.

Chongzhen, wearing a patched dragon robe, walked slowly to Li Ruolian. When he was about to whisper a few words, he found that Li Ruolian knelt on the ground with a thud.

Li Ruo Lian is under a lot of pressure.

He couldn't understand why Emperor Chongzhen was so close to him.

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