Ming: I am fake, walking on thin ice

Chapter 9 Those who dare to talk about migration to the south are just like this case!

The next day, morning court was held in Fengtian Hall.

This was Zhu Qizhen's first morning court session after he pretended to be the emperor, and he was fully prepared.

After the court visit, he was dumbfounded.

None of the civil and military officials stood up to report, but instead cried loudly, some even hugged each other and cried bitterly, and the entire court was in tears.

"What the hell is going on?" Zhu Qizhen was dumbfounded.

He glanced around slowly and saw that there were people who were not crying, including Duke of England Zhang Fu, Yu Qian and others.

Yu Qian even showed contempt on his face. He understood very well what these crying ministers were thinking.

Yesen's army of hundreds of thousands was about to attack, but the elite troops of the Ming Dynasty were wiped out in Tumu Fortress. How could they resist Yesen?
In their minds, the capital city could definitely not be defended.

They advocate moving south!

For these people, if they went to the south, they could at least keep half of the country and continue to serve as officials.

In times of crisis, those who are afraid of death are the majority.

What does a national disaster mean? Prosperity and wealth are the most important.

"Your Majesty," said Xu Yun from the Hanlin Academy. "I observed the stars tonight and saw bright stars and flowing fire. I also consulted the calendar and felt that the destiny has passed. The only way to resolve this disaster is to move south."

Migrate south? Run away?
Zhu Qizhen understood instantly.

After all this time, the court has not yet decided how to deal with Yesen.

Yes, because I was captured by Zhang Fu and impersonated as the emperor, the plot has been deviated. All the officials are waiting for the emperor to come back and make a decision.

"Anyone who talks about moving south should be beheaded!" a stern voice was heard.

Yu Qian strode forward, his face shaking with anger.

Xu Yun pointed to the sky and snorted coldly: "The sky is giving us a warning. If we don't move south, the Ming Dynasty will fall."

Yu Qian stared at Xu Yun coldly and shouted, "If the affairs of the world depend on the celestial phenomena, then the Emperor Taizu Gao would not have needed to raise an army. Just wait for the celestial phenomena to warn you and wait for the enemy to be destroyed on their own."

His voice was like thunder, deafening: "The capital is the foundation of the world. If it moves, everything will be lost! Everyone, have you forgotten the lesson of the Song Dynasty's migration to the south?"

Xu Yun hesitated to speak, he wanted to say, doesn’t that still leave half the world?
Many ministers thought the same thing as he did, but they were too embarrassed to speak out.

……

"Yu Qian, whether to make peace or defend, what is your Ministry of War's opinion?" Zhu Qizhen asked in a deep voice.

"Your Majesty, in the eyes of the Ministry of War, there is neither peace nor defense, only war!" Yu Qian said loudly.

His words aroused the fighting spirit of some ministers.

The Minister of Personnel, Wang Zhi, who was now the most senior official in the court, was the first to stand up and agree with Yu Qian.

Then, important officials including Minister of Rites Hu Yi and Minister of Revenue Chen Xun all echoed Yu Qian.

Xu Yun never expected that these bigwigs would not even think about escaping for their lives. If the emperor had not ordered the migration south, these death-fearing ministers would not have dared to flee.

If you escape, your wealth and glory will be gone, and you might even be caught and beheaded before you even escape from the capital.

"Your Majesty, God has given you a warning." He did not give up.

Originally, the idea of ​​using celestial phenomena as a warning was the best excuse for the emperor and the people of the world.

There were quite a few ministers who agreed with him.

At this time, Zhu Qizhen stood up.

All the ministers' eyes were on him, waiting for his final decision.

He grabbed the sword he had prepared, walked out slowly, and stood in front of a table on the left.

Swish!
The long sword was unsheathed and a sword light flashed.

scold!
A corner of the table was cut off, which frightened some ministers. "From today on, anyone who dares to talk about moving south will be treated like this!" Zhu Qizhen swept his majestic eyes over, "Yu Qian will be given the title of Minister of War, and will be in charge of the defense of the capital. Wherever there is a military order, including me, the military and civilians will obey it."

All the officials knelt down and said, "As ordered!"

Zhu Qizhen put away his sword, walked up to Yu Qian, handed him the sword and said, "This is my sword. With this sword, you can kill first and report later."

Yu Qian raised his head, stretched out his slightly trembling hands, took the sword, and bowed, saying, "I obey your command!"

……

Zhu Qizhen's eyes swept over Duke Yingguo Zhang Fu.

Zhang Fu gave him an affirmative look.

They had actually discussed this matter on their way back to Beijing and had already decided on a strategy for the battle.

As for who would be the commander-in-chief, Zhu Qizhen, who had traveled through time, of course wanted to choose Yu Qian. But he was worried that Zhang Fu would have some ideas, so he asked Zhang Fu who he would choose as the commander-in-chief for the defense of the capital.

He originally thought that Zhang Fu would choose him, because most of the generals died in the Battle of Tumu, and only he, the Duke of Ying, could take charge of the situation.

But Zhang Fu said that he was too old to be the head coach.

He recommended a person who would definitely win the battle to defend the capital, and that person was Yu Qian.

"Yu Qian!" Zhu Qizhen spread his hands and smiled, "I have a request."

"Your Majesty, please speak." Yu Qian bowed.

"Among the nine gates of the capital, I will personally guard Desheng Gate when the time comes." Zhu Qizhen glanced at the ministers and said, "I am willing to issue a military order!"

"Ah?" the ministers exclaimed.

Because everyone knows that Deshengmen is in the north, facing Yesen's army, and will be the most intense battlefield.

Zhu Qizhen did not suddenly lose his mind.

In order to sit firmly on the throne, he must demonstrate his strength. He has a golden finger, and through this period of hard training, he is confident.

"My dear ministers." He looked around slowly, "I was the one who caused this disaster. I should have done so. Moreover, I want to avenge my shame! I followed Shi Biao to learn martial arts all the way south, just to go to the battlefield. I am a member of the Zhu family, and the blood of the Zhu family is still there. I cannot bring shame to Taizong and the late emperor!"

"But... no, Your Majesty, this is too dangerous," said Yu Qian.

Zhang Fu stood up and bowed to Zhu Qizhen: "Your Majesty, I will be your guard. Your Majesty is right. We have to avenge the defeat of Tumu Fortress by ourselves."

Yu Qian was stunned.

What? Duke of England, are you here to pay homage to His Majesty as well?

……

Zhu Qizhen sneered in his heart.

Zhang Fu was hoping that I would die in battle, so that the Ming Dynasty could re-establish an emperor.

By the way, I got rid of the fake one. It seems that I have to be careful about Zhang Fu in the future.

"Yu Qian, don't worry about my safety." He laughed loudly, "If I die, it will be a worthy death! You have to give me a chance, otherwise I will not be able to face my ancestors. If I die in battle, the King of Qing will take the throne."

Zhu Qiyu, who was standing not far away, was startled and shook his head quickly: "How can I be so virtuous? This is absolutely not possible. Your Majesty, you must not be impulsive. The safety of the world depends on you."

Zhu Qizhen had a smile on his face, he was just testing it.

Everything that happened in the court fell into the eyes of the empress dowager in the side hall.

"Empress Dowager, His Majesty is so majestic." Shuangxi's beautiful eyes flickered.

"He has matured." The Queen Mother frowned slightly. "Can failure really unleash a person's potential?"

"Your Majesty, are you really going to the battlefield?" Shuangxi asked worriedly.

"He just came back from the battlefield, what is he afraid of?" The Queen Mother looked at him dimly, "His great grandfather and his father were both emperors on horseback, how could they be afraid of going to the battlefield?"

(End of this chapter)