The scene continues, showing the Ming Dynasty's crushing defeat in this battle. Some people couldn't bear to watch anymore, as most of those present had been with Zhu Yuanzhang since he started from scratch.
It can be said that they were the founders of the Ming Dynasty.
Seemingly wanting to show people more suffering, the scene deliberately presented images of the Ming army being slaughtered due to flawed decisions.
Forty-seven civil officials were killed in action, including high-ranking officials such as ministers and vice ministers, almost wiping out the entire population.
Eighteen military officers were killed in action, including dukes, marquises, earls, and princes-in-law. The commotion intensified when they saw this, as they recognized the familiar titles of nobility.
The deepest pain comes from one's own descendants.
Faced with the resentful looks of his old comrades, Zhu Yuanzhang felt embarrassed. Who would have thought that such a wise man like himself would have such descendants?
When everyone saw the Oirat army marching north, they relaxed. It seemed they only wanted to plunder some money, not destroy the Ming Dynasty.
As long as Nanjing is still alright, everyone optimistically thinks that as long as the crown prince ascends the throne, they can just wait it out and maybe there will be a day of revenge.
As for that "Great Ming War God," it would be best if he had died in the Oirat Mongols. Emperors Huizong and Qinzong also died in the Jin Dynasty, which is quite similar, isn't it?
At this moment, Liu Xian blinked, seemingly puzzled, then suddenly realized and said to Zhu Yuanzhang:
"I never expected you to remain so calm when you saw that the Oirats were going to confiscate your property in the capital. I truly admire you."
What? What is this demon immortal talking about? The capital city?
The emperor and his ministers went to check anxiously, and sure enough, the route was wrong; this was not the direction they had come from to Nanjing.
Suddenly, a jolt of electricity ran through Zhu Yuanzhang's mind. He mechanically turned his head, pointed a finger at the Prince of Yan, and stammered:
"H- ...
Realizing what was happening, Zhu Di's hair stood on end. He watched as Liu Xian nodded lightly, her eyes slightly closed, and said calmly:
In the nineteenth year of the Yongle reign, Emperor Chengzu moved the capital to Beiping and swore an oath: "The emperor will guard the nation's gates, and the monarch will die for the state."
What an inspiring oath! The emperor and his ministers offer a brief moment of praise.
A minister familiar with the terrain, disregarding the filth, plopped down on the ground, gestured with his finger, and then said in despair:
"That's right, it's heading towards Beiping."
"It's over. Almost all the important officials of the court have died at the hands of the Oirats, and with no soldiers or generals left, what can the few remaining guards do?"
"Maybe there's still a chance...sigh."
Even the speaker himself couldn't believe it, and everyone present looked grim. The Ming Dynasty had only been established for less than twenty years, yet they were fortunate enough to witness the fall of their nation.
Haha, only Qin Shi Huang's ministers probably had this experience.
Ling Xiao yawned; even more dramatic things were yet to come. She joined the conversation at the opportune moment, like a tour guide describing scenery:
"Next comes the origin of this emperor's other title, so please watch carefully... By the way, this title is 'Son of Heaven'!"
What does "叫门天子" mean?
Forgive the limited imagination of these rulers and ministers, but the images on the screen soon revealed the answer.
The "Great Ming War God" had already taken off his dragon robe and put on distinctive foreign clothing. He was chatting and laughing with the Oirat nobles around him, as if they were family.
Zhu Yuanzhang was momentarily dazed. Could it be that the eunuch wasn't an undercover agent, but rather that the emperor himself was an undercover agent sent by the Oirat Mongols?
He endured hardship and struggled in a foreign court from a young age, and finally became emperor one day, eager to serve his motherland.
That makes sense, otherwise how could he have seen this undercover emperor running to the city gate of Datong, banging on the gate, threatening the guard to open the gate and welcome his beloved motherland people into the city to plunder the people of the Ming Dynasty?
The garrison commander refused to open the gate. Hmm, this undercover traitor was having a big feast with the Oirat people.
What to do when you run out of money? Just ask the garrison commander to give you money to support the emperor. He can then enjoy drinking and having fun with his Oirat wife. How wonderful!
Even I'm envious!
Seeing his father's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils, Zhu Di casually moved to the side.
When they saw the emperor of a nation, after being captured, open the city gates for the enemy, everyone fell silent.
Even a butcher who slaughters pigs and sells meat wouldn't be this spineless!
It seems as if everyone can see that the bones of the Ming Dynasty were broken by those shouts of "open the door!" and it lost its backbone.
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly said, "Someone, bring some tea and snacks." He then turned to look at his ministers.
"Eat and drink, everyone. You're not young anymore. Don't choke on your breath and die."
Everyone chuckled: "It looks like Your Majesty will be the first to die of anger; they seem to be doing alright."
Tea and snacks were served one after another, and Liu Xian was also served a portion. She took a piece of jade dew cake and ate half a bite, looking rather bored.
The pervasive pessimism in the room did not bother her at all; she felt only a deep-seated indifference.
This must be the arrogance of a demon immortal seeking eternal life, Zhu Di thought, lowering his head.
The Oirat army marched rapidly toward Beiping, and then the scene shifted to Beiping itself.
A group of officials were arguing, and the indistinct figures were saying the same thing—move south!
Zhu Yuanzhang shoved a bite of pastry into his mouth with a fierce expression. "I won't get angry, because if I get sick from anger, no one can take my place."
Suddenly, an official stepped forward and berated all the officials who wanted to move south, engaging in a heated debate with the scholars and forcefully suppressing the proposal to move south, insisting on holding the city.
Old Zhu put down his snacks, pushed aside the people blocking his way, and strode closer to take a look. His heart was pounding faster than the day he ate the landlord's ox.
The official, citing the "suspicion of a young ruler and a suspicious state," abandoned the idea of having the two-year-old crown prince succeed to the throne and instead invited the emperor's younger brother to ascend the throne.
Everyone perked up: Well done! "The country relies on a wise ruler." The crown prince is barely out of his teens, and the Oirats are about to invade. How can we count on him?
What followed was quite a dramatic turn of events. The emperor who succeeded him was a capable one. He took a firm stance and issued an edict forbidding the border generals from ignoring the Oirat's excuses.
He resolutely refused to move south and appointed Yu Qian, the minister who had suppressed the proposal to move south, as Minister of War.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes gleamed with admiration. He snatched the tea from the minister beside him and gulped it down in one go.
Good lads! The Ming Dynasty is fortunate indeed!
A strong wind reveals the strength of the grass, and turbulent times reveal the loyalty of a minister.
Yu Qian was indeed extraordinary. He reorganized the military preparations, deployed troops to key locations, personally supervised the battle, and organized the army to form a defensive line outside the capital to defend against the Oirat army.
The Oirat Mongols used Zhu Jiaomen to force a peace treaty, but Yu Qian resolutely refused, saying, "The state is more important than the emperor."
The Oirat Mongols, having exhausted all other options and deeming Zhu Jiaomen pointless, released him and reluctantly reached a peace agreement with the Ming Dynasty.
The threat of national annihilation was thus averted.
"Good, this is the mark of a loyal subject."
"This man is both loyal and virtuous, but it is only because there is a wise ruler that such a capable minister can display his talents. Just like us, if we had fallen into the hands of a foolish ruler, we would not be where we are today."
“It is extreme, it is extreme.”
...
As soon as the scene ended, a buzzing sound began to rang out. Although Zhu Yuanzhang did not speak, the smile on his face never stopped.
Just then, a weak voice suddenly rang out: "But, Liu Xian said before that this person who was knocking on the door would one day seize the door and regain his rightful place!"
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