Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

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"Wait." Sunge said suddenly.

Zhu Qiyu: ...

Zhu Qiyu stopped and turned to look at Sunge.

Sun Ge got up and stood under the porch, "If my son is restless and cannot fall asleep, why not read the history of the Song Dynasty, when the two Song Dynasties alternate."

In the Southern Song Dynasty, since the loss of the capital Bianliang, Pian'an, it has never regained its homeland.

Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and the family sacrifice never forgot to tell Nai Weng.

Although she knew that Yu Qian would stand up against moving to the south and stick to the capital, she still sincerely hoped that this road would go more smoothly.

Son of Heaven, you shouldn't lose your integrity.

She had witnessed the tragedy of Jingkang's shame with her own eyes.

Witnessed the dejection of countless courtiers who worked hard but failed.

Now I only hope to reshape the clothes of China and save the Ming Dynasty in a crisis of Chinese civilization, and the road is smooth.

If someone is needed to take the lead in boosting morale and stabilizing people's hearts, she's here!

As long as those civil servants don't chase after her and scold her.

"Don't be afraid."

"My mother-in-law has always been proud of you."

Zhu Qiyu murmured, "Song history?"

After a moment, his eyes were deep and bright, like the bright moon hanging in the sky.

Just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is still very bright.

"Boy, thank you, Concubine Mother, for your advice."

Such a mother and concubine made him very stressed, for fear that he would be stupid and unable to keep up with the mother's concubine's rhythm.

……

Zhu Qiyu, the king of Yi, was in charge of the country.

However, temporarily in name only.

Empress Dowager Sun, listening to the government behind the curtain, racked her brains to find ways to return Zhu Qizhen.

He ordered people to use eight horses full of treasures and goods to pay respects first.

Unfortunately, Ye Xian did not give any reply to Queen Mother Sun.

How could the emperor of the Ming Dynasty be exchanged for just a few carts of treasures?

In the Wenhua Hall with green glazed roof, strategies to deal with the Tumu Fort incident are being discussed.

Zhu Qiyu sat upright with his fingers curled up.

It was already the season of autumn, but his palms were covered with dense sweat.

Not far from her side, the Empress Dowager Sun, who was elegant but could hardly hide her anxiety, sat.

His aunt.

For a moment, Zhu Qiyu only felt that his mother and concubine were not inferior to the Empress Dowager Sun in terms of bearing and intelligence.

Of course, he wasn't talking about the mother and concubine when the pearl hairpin was full of gold.

"Your Highness, Empress Dowager."

Xu Cheng (Xu Youzhen), a servant of the Imperial Academy, said, "The astrology of the ministers, the calendar of the records, the destiny is gone, and only moving south can relieve the difficulty."

"Your Majesty was bewitched by Wang Zhen. In the battle of the civil fort, the 20 elite of the three major battalions of the capital were annihilated, all food and supplies were lost, the defense of the capital was empty, there were no generals, and people were panicked."

"And Wala's momentum and ambition are strong. Only by moving south can he protect the Ming Dynasty, the country, and the country. Slowly plan for it, and then take revenge on Tumubao."

There are not a few courtiers like Xu Youzhen who agree that moving the capital also relieves the crisis and pressure imposed by Oirat, and that they can live a breather.

In the battle of Tumubao, more than 52 people will die.

The emperor is still holding it in the hands of the Wala people. Let's not say whether he can beat him or not. Whether he can beat him or not is still a question.

In ancient times, Cao Cao coerced the emperor to order the princes.

Now, Wala still doesn't know how to blackmail Daming.

Perhaps using Zhu Qizhen as a shield to press forward step by step, Da Ming backed down step by step.

This was the most desperate moment since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

No opening is equivalent to default.

"This king..."

"The minister does not agree."

Zhu Qiyu and Yu Qian spoke at the same time.

At this time, Yu Qian was only the Minister of the Ministry of War.

It's only one step away from the Minister of the Ministry of War, and it's just a bag.

Yu Qian's "Song of Lime" is familiar and catchy to all children.

Thousands of hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burned as if waiting.

I am not afraid of being shattered, and I must leave my innocence in the world.

Yu Qianbo is the name of later generations, which will last forever.

Yu Qian looked at Zhu Qiyu, the king of Yi who had always been honest and cowardly, and rarely dealt with the officials of the capital, and secretly thought badly.

Could it be that King Tan has already started to retreat?

The supervisor's withdrawal would affect his morale, and would also be a great hindrance to his strategy.

And Zhu Qiyu felt the cool and moist beads on his wrist, and felt a little at ease.

don't be afraid.

don't be afraid.

"I read the History of the Song Dynasty again last night and gained some insights."

"The Ming Dynasty is not the Song Dynasty, and it cannot become the second Song Dynasty."

"Moving south to South Zhili, the capital will fall under the iron cavalry of Wala, and the whole North China will be in danger."

"The Son of Heaven guards the gate of the country, and the king dies."

"The shame of Jingkang should be a lesson."

"When the time comes, will the Ming Dynasty still be the Ming Dynasty?"

Yu Qian: A bit smart and knowledgeable, not sure, let him take another look.

To be honest, for Yu Qian, it was beyond his expectation that Zhu Qiyu could make such remarks.

Responsible.

He saw the word "responsibility" in King Yi.

It is really rare.

It is said that big waves are panning for gold, and only in times of crisis can we show our true colors.

It saves him the trouble of persuading.

A faint approval appeared in Yu Qian's heart.

"I agree with what His Royal Highness said."

"The capital must never be moved."

"The capital is the foundation of the world, and if it moves, major events will go away, but the Song Nandu incident is not seen!"

"Furthermore, those who move south will be beheaded."

Yu Qian's tone was less deliberative and gentle, and more decisive.

Xu Youzhen felt a little guilty when she thought about what she had done in secret, and she didn't dare to refute it.

Besides, those who moved south should be beheaded?

Yu Qian, you really dare to say it!
"If you don't move to the south, how will this battle be fought if Wala sends troops to the capital?"

In the Wenhua Hall, objections arose one after another.

After the defeat of Tumubao, the dark clouds above the head became layer upon layer, making people breathless and unable to see any hope.

"The green hills are still there, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."

"Moving south is the best policy."

Officials, each holds his own.

Empress Dowager Sun was also full of hesitation, not knowing what choice to make.

The current predicament also made her helpless.

Coupled with the fact that Zhu Qizhen was trapped in Wala, she was even more anxious, and it was difficult for her to calm down and make a rational choice.

When the dispute was inconclusive, the already aged Minister of Rites Hu Wei said, "Emperor Wen arranged the mausoleum here to express to his descendants that he would never move the capital again."

"How can descendants abandon their ancestors and go to other places?"

"Veteran, do not agree to move south."

In the history books, Hu Hui himself is also a miracle.

Lishi Jianwen, Yongle, Hongxi, Xuande, Zhengtong, Jingtai, Tianshun Six Dynasties, and also won the good loyalty.

He was also one of the five ministers of Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji before his death.

So far, only the fruits remain.

After Zhu Qizhen ascended the throne, San Yang died of illness one after another, and the British Duke Zhang Fu also died in Tumubao not long ago.

Hu's weight can be seen in general.

When Hu Wei opened his mouth, the morale of those who proposed to move south in the Wenhua Palace was suppressed again.

Empress Dowager Sun rubbed her temples, remembering Empress Qian's red eyes from crying, and sighed wearily, "I want to know."

"Moving south, what will your Majesty do?"

"Stick to the capital, what should His Majesty do?"

That's what she cares about most.

Her emperor's son hadn't suffered at all for more than years, but now he was going to be a prisoner in the place where the wind and sand ravaged.

The officials who were arguing a moment ago fell silent.