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It's raining.
The rain in Beijing is different from the cold in Liaodong. It is a little moist, but also a little cool. It is ice-cold and falls straight down without stopping at all.
It is rare for Beijing to have such good weather, and the streets were in a state of panic for a while, with countless people wearing wet clothes.
But it was good after all. It washed away the dirty streets and washed a large amount of excrement and garbage mixture directly into the two flood discharge rivers, making Beijing seem to have changed its appearance.
In the era when there was a lack of main sewers, every rainy season, the two flood discharge ditches running from north to south were discharged to the southern moat of the outer city. These two flood discharge rivers were collectively called Daming trench, and now they are called Dong and Xigou.
Although the East and West ditches can drain rainwater, when there is a heavy rain, the capital will inevitably be flooded with water. According to "Records of the Ming Dynasty": In the intercalary month of the 35th year of Wanli's reign, the capital was hit by a flood, causing "nine flat roads to become rivers" and Chang'an Street to be "five feet deep."
But for the rich and powerful, they are not worried about floods, and they even have the leisure to sigh.
"Alas, the rain in Beijing is really different from that in Liaodong."
Wu Sangui looked at the rainwater gathering in the courtyard and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
His arms are strong and slender, and he is very good at bow and arrow. His legs are bent inward, which is caused by him riding a horse and shooting arrows since he was a child.
A pair of sharp tiger eyes, a slightly round face, and a beard covering half of his face.
"Why should King Pingxi express his feelings?"
At this time, a Confucian scholar appeared beside him, with a slender figure, fluttering robes, and a confident look on his face.
"Sir, is this city of Beijing livable?"
Wu Sangui withdrew his gaze, took the raindrops from under the eaves, put them into his mouth under his surprised gaze, and then said lightly: "The rain from Liaodong is even sweeter."
"Beijing is as good as Beijing, and Liaodong is as good as Liaodong."
Seeing the solemn look on his face, Shifu couldn't help but said with a hint of meaning: "Prince Pingxi has to taste the various tastes himself."
Wu Sangui frowned when he heard this.
The title of King Pingxi was recently obtained.
After the Manchu and Qing Dynasties entered the Pass, it was evident that the Manchu and Qing Dynasties were wooing him, from Ping Xibo to the current King of Pingxi County.
But even so, Wu Sangui was quite hesitant and even more uneasy.
Without him, the situation has changed.
To this day, he still does not regret turning the switch and leading the Qing troops to defeat Li Zicheng.
After all, Emperor Chongzhen was murdered. As a minister, he had to take revenge no matter what. He was upright and had a clear conscience.
Sure enough, Li Zicheng collapsed at the first touch, and now he can only stay in Shaanxi, like a withered bone in a tomb.
However, the Nanjing court was established again, and the Ming Dynasty came to life again in an instant.
Although it was only half of the country, its momentum was astonishing. He killed Prince Duduo of Yu, defeated thousands of Eight Banners, and 300,000 troops in the north of the Yangtze River. It was like another Northern and Southern Dynasties.
Should I be a king under Jiannu or a prince in Nanming? This is a question.
"Is the king worried about the regent?"
Shifu looked at Wu Sangui's solemn expression, his heart moved, and he suddenly said.
"That's right!"
Wu Sangui agreed, looking at the pounding rain, and said solemnly: "I have long understood that if I submit to the Qing Dynasty, I will be a slave and a maidservant, and be driven by it."
"But after all, everything is for the children of Liaodong, and I can't let them shed all their blood."
Shi Fu understood that it was obviously the problem given by the regent again, which was nothing more than being a vanguard and wearing down the Liaodong Army.
As a result, the loss of troops will be too heavy, and Wu Sangui's importance will be greatly reduced.
"What the regent has decided cannot be changed. Why don't the king ask for more money and food, and then make a decision."
"well!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he was unmoved and sighed. He was quite worried and said: "Sir, you don't know something. This time we are going south, and the imperial court has begun to deal with Nanming."
"Nan Ming?"
Shi Fu was startled and immediately said: "Aren't we going to fight against the intruders? How can we attack the south?" Gu
He came to his senses and frowned: "The water town south of the Yangtze River is not conducive to cavalry. Wouldn't it be even more difficult?"
"No!" Wu Sangui said in disgust, "I'm afraid my reputation will get even worse." It started to rain.
The rain in Beijing is different from the cold in Liaodong. It is a little moist, but also a little cool. It is ice-cold and falls straight down without stopping at all.
It is rare for Beijing to have such good weather, and the streets were in a state of panic for a while, with countless people wearing wet clothes.
But it was good after all. It washed away the dirty streets and washed a large amount of excrement and garbage mixture directly into the two flood discharge rivers, making Beijing seem to have changed its appearance.
In the era when there was a lack of main sewers, every rainy season, the two flood discharge ditches running from north to south were discharged to the southern moat of the outer city. These two flood discharge rivers were collectively called Daming trench, and now they are called Dong and Xigou.
Although the East and West ditches can drain rainwater, when there is a heavy rain, the capital will inevitably be flooded with water. According to "Records of the Ming Dynasty": In the intercalary month of the 35th year of Wanli's reign, the capital was hit by a flood, causing "nine flat roads to become rivers" and Chang'an Street to be "five feet deep."
But for the rich and powerful, they are not worried about floods, and they even have the leisure to sigh.
"Alas, the rain in Beijing is really different from that in Liaodong."
Wu Sangui looked at the rainwater gathering in the courtyard and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
His arms are strong and slender, and he is very good at bow and arrow. His legs are bent inward, which is caused by him riding a horse and shooting arrows since he was a child.
A pair of sharp tiger eyes, a slightly round face, and a beard covering half of his face.
"Why should King Pingxi express his feelings?"
At this time, a Confucian scholar appeared beside him, with a slender figure, fluttering robes, and a confident look on his face.
"Sir, is this city of Beijing livable?"
Wu Sangui withdrew his gaze, took the raindrops from under the eaves, put them into his mouth under his surprised gaze, and then said lightly: "The rain from Liaodong is even sweeter."
"Beijing is as good as Beijing, and Liaodong is as good as Liaodong."
Seeing the solemn look on his face, Shifu couldn't help but said with a hint of meaning: "Prince Pingxi has to taste the various tastes himself."
Wu Sangui frowned when he heard this.
The title of King Pingxi was recently obtained.
After the Manchu and Qing Dynasties entered the Pass, it was evident that the Manchu and Qing Dynasties were wooing him, from Ping Xibo to the current King of Pingxi County.
But even so, Wu Sangui was quite hesitant and even more uneasy.
Without him, the situation has changed.
To this day, he still does not regret turning the switch and leading the Qing troops to defeat Li Zicheng.
After all, Emperor Chongzhen was murdered. As a minister, he had to take revenge no matter what. He was upright and had a clear conscience.
Sure enough, Li Zicheng collapsed at the first touch, and now he can only stay in Shaanxi, like a withered bone in a tomb.
However, the Nanjing court was established again, and the Ming Dynasty came to life again in an instant.
Although it was only half of the country, its momentum was astonishing. He killed Prince Duduo of Yu, defeated thousands of eight banners, and had an army of 300,000 in Jiangbei. It was like another Northern and Southern Dynasty.
Should I be a king under Jiannu or a prince in Nanming? This is a question.
"Is the king worried about the regent?"
Shifu looked at Wu Sangui's solemn expression, his heart moved, and he suddenly said.
"That's right!"
Wu Sangui agreed, looking at the pounding rain, and said solemnly: "I have long understood that if I submit to the Qing Dynasty, I will be a slave and a maidservant, and be driven by it."
"But after all, everything is for the children of Liaodong, and I can't let them shed all their blood."
Shi Fu understood that it was obviously the problem given by the regent again, which was nothing more than being a vanguard and wearing down the Liaodong Army.
As a result, the loss of troops will be too heavy, and Wu Sangui's importance will be greatly reduced.
"What the regent has decided cannot be changed. Why don't the king ask for more money and food, and then make a decision."
"well!"
When Wu Sangui heard this, he was unmoved and sighed. He was quite worried and said: "Sir, you don't know something. This time we are going to the south."
