How to make a famous minister

Chapter 48

"Let the thieves split my corpse, don't hurt a single person."

Zhu Youjian muttered this sentence, floating above the old crooked neck tree.He finally left the hanged body and floated in the direction of the palace.

He is already a ghost. Although he is the emperor, he is no different from other ghosts.In addition, he was wearing a blue robe, and the ghosts passing by didn't think he was special.

Zhu Youjian watched those rebels cut down guards and eunuchs one after another, and their souls also flew out*, maybe they were new souls, or their eyes were dull and dazed.

Zhu Youjian quickly passed them and came to the palace.He didn't know why he came here.

This is the symbol of his imperial power. The home where he grew up, the ancestral land, the foundation of the country, and even the supreme imperial chair were stained with blood. At this moment, Zhu Youjian felt the real feeling of "subjugation".

He is no longer the emperor, and the country is no longer surnamed Zhu.

Day after day, watching the traitors break into the palace, burning, killing and looting, his heart throbbed.But watch it, because this is the result of his 17 years on the throne, and he has to watch it.

"The emperor is lucky, how can I go home?"

That is Fan Jingwen, Minister of the Ministry of Industry and Bachelor of Dongge University.

But he didn't have Nanxing, he didn't dare to Nanxing, he was afraid of being humiliated by the rebels breaking the city for the second time, let alone jumping off a cliff again, he would have hanged himself.

"As a minister, you can't exterminate the thieves and avenge your shame, and you will have more regrets after death."

So how should I, the king of subjugation, deal with myself?

Even the soul is trembling.

But Fan Jingwen had already jumped into the well, and Zhu Youjian suddenly turned his head and flew away from the ancient well. He couldn't imagine Fan Jingwen's desolation when he saw him dead.

On the 31st, someone finally found his body, restrained himself, and pulled it out of Donghua Gate to show the public.Zhu Youjian followed his body to Donghua Gate. Some people knelt down and cried bitterly, while others squinted coldly.

He hid far away, not only ministers were crying, even countless souls were floating in the sky, the cries of the ghosts were sharp and piercing, even though Zhu Youjian had hidden in a place where he could only see the dead body, those howls of pain The sound fell into my ears.

Zhu Youjian's life as a ghost became more difficult, because after the Qing army entered the city, the massacre became even worse. Half of the ghosts covering the sky above the capital knew him.Coupled with the spontaneous burial of his body by civilians, Zhu Youjian knew for the first time that "putting it in the ground for safety" was well-founded, and it seemed that there was a huge force pulling him towards the grave all the time.

He had no choice but to fly out of the city, and the ghost was unfettered and could almost travel thousands of miles a day.

But the more he watched, the less he dared to look.

Thousands of miles of scorched earth, bones exposed in the wild.He even crossed over to several cities that were being captured.

He is no longer a human body, and his eyes can see the terrible slaughter scene below through the spiraling black smoke.

The sound of wailing, crying, and the sound of sharp knives piercing into the body filled the ears, hovering over the entire Daming sky day and night.When he was still a human, he could certainly cover his ears and not listen, but he was already a ghost, and he was still a lonely ghost. The voice came from every inch of his skin, and he couldn't refuse it at all.

Sometimes, he can even meet the eyes of those who are dying.The fear, hatred, and sorrow all turned into empty black in the end.

After Jin entered the customs, the capital was established in Beijing, and the name of the country was Qing.But they are the emperors of the Manchus, the dynasty of the Manchus, not the dynasty of the Han people, and they are not willing to be the emperors of the Han people.

They want to be the masters of the Han people and want the Han people to be their slaves.As for those who are unwilling-there are the Jinan massacre, Tongguan massacre, Yangzhou ten-day massacre, Jiading three massacres... Countless massacres are waiting for them.

The so-called "let the thieves split my corpse, don't hurt the people alone" is just a laughingstock!

His death meant nothing but his own comfort.

Zhu Youjian's soul wandered in Yangzhou, and it was raining, and he couldn't tell which ones were dark clouds and which ones were wronged souls.

He saw that the Qing soldiers tied the people of Ming Dynasty with ropes around their necks and pulled them by horses. If one person fell down, the people with the same rope would roll into the mud, and the Qing soldiers beat them with whips.Babies were also snatched from their mothers' arms and fell to the ground. Some died on the spot, and some were still crying.The Qing soldiers drove their war horses to smash their skulls and bellies, and even worse, the people with ropes deliberately walked over the children, and the road was full of red, white and white.

Ten days later, it finally cleared up.

The uncollected corpses on the road were swollen by the rain, their flesh and blood were festered, filthy and filthy, and they were exposed to the sun, causing a stench to the heavens.The Qing soldiers burned the corpses directly on the side of the road, and the smoke and stench that rose into the air were even worse than the sky full of innocent souls.

The sun was shining brightly, but Zhu Youjian couldn't feel the sunlight, he just felt cold all over, too many innocent souls gathered in the sky above Yangzhou.

That resentment can blot out the sun and the moon.

Zhu Youjian lost the strength to spin again, floated down in a daze, and landed on the roof of an unknown house.

Because of too much resentment, Zhu Youjian could no longer see the sunrise and sunset, and he didn't know how many days and nights had passed.Until he suddenly saw a ghost messenger.Or it's not right to call it a ghost, it should be called a ghost soldier.

Some of them were riding tall horses, some were pulling carriages, their bodies glowed with green light, some were holding knives, some were holding blue lanterns, and they rushed towards Yangzhou mightily.

Zhu Youjian was startled suddenly.

Those Yin soldiers were very fast, and before the ghosts scattered and fled, those holding the blue lanterns had already surrounded Yangzhou in a circle. Where the blue lanterns illuminated, they formed a green wall. Li stumbled and screamed.

Those ghost soldiers with knives leapt over their horses, jumped into the "wall", and raised their knives to chop off the heads of innocent souls.As soon as the heads fell, the bodies of those innocent souls turned into green smoke and dissipated.

Zhu Youjian was shocked and frightened, even if he died twice?Looking around, seeing that there are many grievances and few evil soldiers, you have to jump off the house and find a place to hide.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to the underworld, nor does he dare to face his ancestors and the sixteen generations of emperors, but he wants to stay here, in the land he lost, and punish himself in this way.

As soon as he was about to enter a family's house, someone hooked his collar, "Where are you going! Obediently follow us to the underworld to reincarnate, don't disturb strangers."

The voice was deep and cold, and even though Zhu Youjian was dead, he could still feel the ice-like breath sticking to him, and it froze in a flash so that a piece of hoarfrost formed on his collar.

Zhu Youjian screamed in his heart that it was not good, turned around, and faced the Yin soldier.

The Yin soldier was wearing a white armor with a faint light, which made people think he was wearing a green coat. He had a white stripe on his back and a scabbard around his waist. Now he was grabbing him with one hand and holding a knife in the other, and was about to chop him off. .

"Hey, is that you?"

The yin soldier had a strange look on his face, "You can run, but you have come to Yangzhou. No wonder Black and White Wuchang can't find you. Follow me to see Black and White Wuchang! You will be sentenced to life and death as soon as possible, go reincarnate!"

Saying that, before Zhu Youjian shouted: "I don't want to be reincarnated!"

The Yin soldiers grabbed his arm, screamed, and flew into the sky, rushing out of the green light and the encirclement of innocent souls, and Zhu Youjian was exposed to the sun again.Without resentment blocking him, the sun shone directly on him, making him almost burnt with pain.

The Yin soldier seemed to be unable to stand the sunlight, and his speed was so fast that Zhu Youjian couldn't even see the scene around him clearly.

"Hey, you emperors, you can't do your job well. Now that the country is subjugated, we have to work overtime and pay more people." The Yin soldiers flew and complained, "The last time you were so tired was when you were the emperor. Woolen cloth."

Zhu Youjian smiled bitterly, "I don't want to perish either."

Yin Bing looked back at him, and comforted him: "It's okay, you, the emperor, did it. Although the country is subjugated, it is not considered a loss of virtue. Even if you reincarnate, you can join a wealthy family. Just rest assured."

"..." Zhu Youjian said, "What's the use of reincarnation? Daming is dead. If I can go back to the time when I was enthroned, I would like to go to hell after death and suffer forever."

"..."

While speaking, Yin soldiers had already brought him to the capital, and Black and White Wuchang was waiting at the gate of the city.

"Finally found you, you don't even know how anxious we are these few days." Bai Wuchang complained, "If you die, you are dead. What are you running around?"

Hei Wuchang pushed him, "Okay, it's getting late, let's go with us. Thanks to General Yin this time, otherwise the soul of the Son of Heaven will not be found, and the two of us will be skinned."

"Okay, okay, you don't need to thank me. I have to go back quickly, otherwise I won't be able to finish my work even if I work overtime." Yin Bing complained, pulled away, and disappeared after a while.

These ghosts and gods didn't seem to care at all how many people died in the world, and how many dynasties rose and fell. Zhu Youjian stopped talking and let the black and white impermanence drag him to the underworld.

Bai Wuchang was still rambling on: "You are entrusted with the destiny, you are the subjugated emperor, and the Ming Dynasty is destined to be 276. No matter how hard you try to turn the tide, it is just a useless struggle."

Heiwuchang who was walking in front suddenly stood still, "There is someone."

Zhu Youjian looked up, and saw a man with golden light falling from his body slowly coming from the darkness, his eyes angry and majestic.

Black and white Wuchang looked at each other, stepped back step by step, and disappeared into the darkness.

Zhu Youjian's blessing was in his heart, and he knelt down and cried bitterly: "Zhu Youjian, the unworthy descendant, has met the emperor Tai|zu."

"They all say that the destiny is determined by the heavens. My Ming Dynasty's national destiny is only 200 years old. But who determined this? It is the sky. But, it is determined by the heavens, and it is also determined by people. The way of heaven is both heaven and people."

Emperor Tai|Zu pointed in one direction, "Go that way, my way is here, don't follow me."

Zhu Youjian looked up in astonishment, but the figure of Tai | Zu was no longer there.