After Song Quan left, Chongzhen sat on the dragon throne to review the plan for any loopholes.
In fact, he doesn't need to be so anxious to reform.
But the same thing.
Use strong medicine for emergencies.
Anyway, the Ming Dynasty was already in tatters, so it was better to take advantage of the opportunity of exempting the whole country from taxes to rectify the administration.
Only in this way can the people see the court's desire for change, win over the people's hearts and fight against the enemy.
The reason why the Southern Song Dynasty was able to survive in a corner was because of the cohesion of the people.
fail?
If I lose, I lose. The worst that can happen is that I will hang myself on the locust tree in Coal Hill.
Anyway, the prince is already in Nanjing.
He is the legitimate heir to the throne. Who in the Nanjing court dares to disobey?
In the next few days, Chongzhen began to relax himself.
Apart from reviewing memorials every day, he would drink, eat meat, and watch concubines and palace maids dancing.
Don't say that.
The ancients had their own ways of entertaining themselves.
Before traveling through time, he thought that the ancients' entertainment methods were too poor.
Only after traveling through time did he realize that he had been worrying too much.
Take himself for example, he is living very well these days without a mobile phone.
The entertainment methods of the ancients were far beyond the imagination of a modern man like him.
As far as dancing is concerned, he can do many different dance moves.
You can imagine it.
The wind was howling outside, but it was warm as spring inside the house.
In the dim light...
A woman dressed in thin silk sat not far away, stroking the zither with her slender jade fingers.
The melody is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making people's mood fluctuate with the melody.
Several dancers nearby twisted their waists, their clothes fluttered, and the fragrance was fragrant.
Under the influence of alcohol, his vision began to become blurry.
At this time...
The concubine who was playing the zither suddenly stood up and walked past you, saying in a coy voice: "Your Majesty, come and catch me!"
Not to mention Chongzhen, even veteran cadres can’t stand this kind of test!
The worst thing is that this dance is different every day.
Different people wear different clothes and dance different dances!
After watching the dance for several days in a row, Chongzhen's old waist began to ache.
For this reason, he decided to quit drinking.
New Year's Eve.
Chongzhen set up a family banquet in the harem.
Except for the Queen and Concubine Yuan, all the other concubines were there.
Although it was a family dinner, the concubines ate very carefully.
He was afraid that making a fool of himself would affect his impression in the emperor's mind.
After a simple meal, Chongzhen suddenly thought of Empress Yi'an.
He asked Queen Zhou: "What arrangements have been made by Queen Yi'an?"
Empress Zhou walked quickly to Chongzhen's side and whispered softly, "Your Majesty, according to the custom of previous years, I have sent silver, cloth, silk, and various delicacies."
"That's good. You must never neglect the Emperor's sister-in-law."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have been thinking about you all the time."
"That's good!" Chongzhen patted Queen Zhou on the shoulder, stood up and walked to the courtyard of Kunning Palace.
The palace was decorated with lights and was very lively.
The eunuchs wore new clothes and ran and played in the yard to their heart's content.
The younger eunuchs were responsible for setting off firecrackers.
Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, the 17th year of Chongzhen gradually faded away.
It was not until three o'clock in the morning that the palace gradually quieted down.
But no one slept because it was customary to stay up all night.
Chongzhen was no exception.
After doing push-ups before going to bed, Chongzhen looked at the red lantern in a daze.
He is thinking...
How should we reform internally and fight externally in the 18th year of Chongzhen?
Will Zhang Xianzhong surrender?
Where did Li Zicheng's main force go?
Will the Jiannu invade again?
......
Suzhou.
Li Zicheng sat in a chair, looking at the sky outside and feeling a little distracted.
Empress Gao Guiying reached out and put a fur coat on him: "Your Majesty, what are you thinking about on New Year's Day?"
"I don't know. After fighting for so many years, I seem to be a little tired."
"Your Majesty, you are not tired, you are sleepy. Let's go back to the house and rest."
"No hurry, what did I do to start the uprising?"
Gao Guiying thought for a moment and said: "Overthrow the rule of the Zhu Dynasty and save the people from danger."
"But... the number of people who died because of us is several times or even dozens of times more than those who died of starvation. Did we do something wrong?"
"Your Majesty, I think there is no right or wrong in this matter. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Even if the future is bleak, we must move forward with unwavering determination."
Li Zicheng didn't say anything and sat on the chair for a while.
Seeing that the wind was getting colder, he got up and went back to the house.
"Your Majesty, have you figured it out?"
"I've figured it out. After the Chinese New Year, we'll take a month off and march our army south to capture Fengyang! Even if we can't take Nanjing this time, we'll make the Ming court pay a heavy price."
......
Fengdu County.
Zhang Xianzhong was drinking with everyone in the lobby of the county government office.
His son-in-law Wang Zhaolin sat on the left, and his other three adopted sons Sun Kewang, Liu Wenxiu, and Ai Nengqi sat on the right.
"Foster father," Sun Kewang stood up with a glass of wine in his hand, "Today is New Year's Eve. We wish you good health, everything goes well, and you will be invincible in every battle. May you overthrow the Ming Dynasty and unify the world as soon as possible."
Liu Wenxiu and Ai Nengqi then stood up and toasted Zhang Xianzhong.
Zhang Xianzhong swept away the past haze and happily drank the wine in the glass: "Good wine, good words!"
Wang Zhaolin followed Liu Wenxiu's example and toasted Zhang Xianzhong with a glass of wine.
After putting down his wine glass, Zhang Xianzhong asked worriedly, "How much food and grass are left in the army?"
"Return to godfather, about three months."
Zhang Xianzhong remained silent.
Three months of food and fodder may seem like a lot, but it is actually too little.
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