In autumn, it was windy in the capital, and a gust of wind swept up the elm leaves on the ground and the sand from the ground, and filled the streets, and the people who were eating at the stalls by the roadside were mostly oblivious to the dust that fell into the bowls, and these people were dressed in tattered clothes, and the roots of the child's palm-sized hair hung from the braids like rat's tails on the top of their heads.

"The money collected by the government has been fed to the dogs, and this road has not been repaired for many years, is this Jingshi still a place where people live?"

Xu was dazzled by the blowing ash, and the people who were drinking the soup couldn't help but complain, once upon a time, the streets paved with bluestone in Jingshi were spotless all year round, and there were potholes like now so that the wind blew the dust, and the city would be clean, and there would be like now, with piles of garbage, feces and urine, and a stench.

"Hey, this old brother, you're really right, isn't this capital a place where people live......"

Someone on the side suddenly answered, and when he spoke, his face was full of banter, and the other people didn't speak loudly, but the people at several tables nearby could hear it.

"Isn't it, this capital didn't live more than ten years ago......"

Fifteen years ago, after the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, 580,000 people from the Eight Banners entered Beijing, plus 340,000 of its slaves entered Beijing, and from the day they drove all the Han people in the inner city out of the inner city and regarded the inner city as a full city, the city was inevitably mixed into a "Tatar city", and the arrival of nearly a million barbarians made the city regress to an unimaginable level overnight.

The streets of the castle, which had been neat and paved with bluestone, were now not only uneven, but also dirty, and the whole city was filled with a smoky stench. Once upon a time, Gyeonggi, which was the location of the Ming Dynasty, was repaired as soon as the roof, walls, bridges, roads, etc. were damaged. And now all this is gone, all the good things exist only in the memories of these people.

"Be careful, be careful, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth, now it is not as good as it was in the past, if it is ......"

Just after someone persuaded the speaker to pay attention, someone over there said.

"Hmph, be careful? Those things are just rabbits' tails......"

Although he said this, his voice was still much lowered, although his voice was not loud, but when he said this, the people nearby all showed a little joy on their faces.

"Isn't it!"

Another man was beside him and preaching.

"Did you hear that? The Minister of the Interior, Dasu, led 100,000 elite Eight Banners soldiers to fight Zhu Mingzhong, but the whole army was wiped out! ”

When these words came from this street stall, Mo said that it was someone else, it was the wrinkled old face of the old man who set up the stall, which would also overflow with pleasure that had not appeared for a long time.

"Why haven't you heard of it?"

Another person answered, but looked around vigilantly, and then lowered his voice and said mysteriously.

"In the past few days, there has been a lot of shouting about this in the inner city, I heard that the things in the inner city have caused almost every family to cry and mourn, and every household wears filial piety, you haven't seen it, in the past two days, Bai Shixing's business has launched a profit market......

"Hey, that's retribution! Back then, they slaughtered all the way from the north to the south, and I don't know how many people they killed. This time, retribution is coming! Retribution! ”

"How can I say no! I heard that the person who fled back, Nadasu was almost about to win, but who knew that there was a sudden thunderbolt in the sky. Split Dasu and the personal soldiers around him to pieces!"

"There's one, I heard, it's a heavenly thunderstorm, just like Wang Gongchang during the Apocalypse, that heavenly thunder split Dasu's 100,000 army to pieces!"

The person who spoke seemed to have seen it with his own eyes, and it was also described as a radiant and unsatisfactory look.

"These miscellaneous works of the ancestors who lack virtue deserve to be thundered by the sky!"

"Isn't it, the sky has eyes! God has eyes......"

In this way, the people on the roadside stalls, you say a word, I talk there while eating, the more they talk, the more excited they are, and the more they talk, the more excited they are, and the eyebrows are overflowing with indescribable excitement, it seems that for them, this is good news that has not been seen for many years.

"The wind is so strong that it blows the clouds away, the sky should finally be clear......

Looking at the somewhat gloomy sky, people whispered softly on their lips, and this seemingly ordinary sentence carried their inner expectations.

It should be clear, it should be clear......

“…… It should be, it should be, it seems that my Emperor Ming Zhongxing should be just around the corner, just around the corner......" In the Li Fan Courtyard, Cui Mingyi, who was Yan Xing, when he mentioned the fierce battle that happened in Nanzhili, his eyes were closed, and his face was full of drunkenness.

"The soldiers broke their shins, the horses were wounded and galloped, the floating corpses piled up in the wilderness and covered the river, and the survivors were tied up...... The captives are called fierce and heroic, and they are wiped out."

As the deputy envoy, when Li Dingchen said these words, he was full of radiance, and even his face was a little flushed with excitement.

"Annihilating 100,000 captives, it is really Emperor Gao's spirit in the heavens to bless, Emperor Gao bless!"

Although as the main envoy and deputy envoy of North Korea's Yanxing, but their group, but they couldn't control the excitement in their hearts, originally they only thought that the Ming Dynasty had been destroyed by the Manchurians, after all, no one had ever mentioned in front of them that the Ming Dynasty still existed in front of them, and even now the Ming army not only recovered Nanjing, but also annihilated 100,000 Qing elites in the first battle of Suqian.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid that they wouldn't know that the Ming Dynasty, who had lost the country for 14 years in the mouth of the Qing Dynasty, still insisted on resisting in the south, and even unexpectedly recaptured half of the country.

"This captivity is really despicable, fourteen years ago, I wrote to my country, saying that the emperor is dead, but today, if it is not for the mourning of every household in this city, I am afraid that we and other Korean people will still be blinded!"

While cursing with hatred, Cui Mingyi's words paused slightly, looked at Li Dingchen and said.

"Such important news must be sent back to the king as soon as possible, Kuncheng, do you think we should return to North Korea as soon as possible?"

"That's right, that's exactly the case, although I, North Korea, have no choice but to be captured, but we must be in the emperor's mind, but in the opinion of the following officials, we might as well send a secret envoy to Nanjing......"

"Good!"

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and Cui Ming replied.

"That's it, as for the candidate for this secret envoy, you might as well ......"