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"Wait a minute." Sunge said suddenly.
Zhu Qiyu:......
Zhu Qiyu stopped and turned to look at Sunge.
Sunge stood up and stood on the porch, "If my son is restless and unable to sleep, why not read the history of the Song Dynasty, when the two Song Dynasties alternated."
In the Southern Song Dynasty, ever since the capital Bianliang was lost and settled in a corner, it never regained its homeland.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices.
Although she knew that Yu Qian would stand up against moving south and stick to the capital, she still sincerely hoped that this road would go smoother.
The emperor of tomorrow should not lose his integrity.
She had witnessed the horror of Jingkang's shame with her own eyes.
Witnessed the dejection of countless ministers who worked hard but failed.
Now the Ming Dynasty, which only hopes to reshape China's clothes and save Chinese civilization in times of crisis, has a smooth road.
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 her and scold her.
"Don't be afraid."
"My mother-in-law has always been proud of you."
Zhu Qiyu murmured "History of Song Dynasty?"
After a moment, his eyes were deep and bright, like the bright moon hanging in the sky.
It was just a few days after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the moon was still very bright.
"My dear, thank you, concubine, for the advice."
Such a mother-in-law made him very stressed, fearing that he would be too stupid to keep up with the mother-in-law.
Zhu Qiyu, the king of Yi, was in charge of the country.
However, it is in name only for the time being.
Empress Dowager Sun listened to politics behind the curtain and racked her brains to find ways to get Zhu Qizhen back.
He ordered people to load eight horses with treasures and goods to pay homage 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 autumn season, but his palms were covered with dense sweat.
Not far away from her, the empress dowager Sun, who was elegant and elegant but could not conceal her anxious expression, sat.
His aunt.
For a moment, Zhu Qiyu felt that his mother-in-law was not inferior to the Queen Mother Sun in terms of magnanimity and intelligence.
Of course, he was not talking about the mother-in-law when her hair was shining with gold.
"Your Highness, Queen Mother."
Xu Cheng (Xu Youzhen), a minister of the Hanlin Academy, said: "I have examined the stars and calculated the calendar. The destiny is gone, but moving south can alleviate the difficulties."
"Your Majesty was bewitched by Wang Zhen. In the battle of Tumubao, the three battalions of the capital with 200,000 elite soldiers were wiped out. All the food, grass and baggage were lost. The capital's defenses were empty, there were no generals, and people were panicked."
"And Wala's momentum and ambition are strong. Only by moving south can we protect the Ming Dynasty and the country, and slowly plan to take revenge on Tumubao."
There are not a few ministers like Xu Youzhen who agree that moving the capital can also alleviate the crisis and pressure caused by Oara and give them a chance to breathe.
In the battle of Tumubao, fifty-two generals died.
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 used the emperor to command the princes.
Now, Wala still doesn't know how to threaten Daming.
Maybe Zhu Qizhen will be used as a shield to press forward step by step, while Ming Dynasty will give in step by step.
This was the most desperate moment since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.
No opening is equivalent to acquiescence.
"This king..."
"I disagree."
Zhu Qiyu and Yu Qian spoke at the same time.
At this time, Yu Qian was just the Minister of War.
It's just a step away from the Minister of War, and it's just a matter of picking up something.
Yu Qian's "Song of Lime" is familiar and catchy to all children.
Thousands of hammers were struck out of the mountains, and the fire burned like nothing.
Don't be afraid of your bones being shattered into pieces, you want to leave your innocence in this world.
What Yu Qian strives for is the reputation of future generations, which will last forever.
Yu Qian looked at Zhu Qiyu, the King of Yin, who had always been honest and cowardly and rarely interacted with the officials of the capital, and felt bad in his heart.
Is it possible that King Tan has begun to back down?
The supervisor's withdrawal would affect his morale, and would also be a great hindrance to his strategy.
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, nor can it become the second Song Dynasty."
"Moving south to Nanzhili, the capital will surely fall under Oula's cavalry, and the whole of North China will be in danger."
"The emperor guards the gates of the country, and the king dies in the country."
"Jingkang's shame should serve as 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 say this.
Take responsibility.
He saw the word "responsibility" in King Xi.
It's really rare.
It is said that gold rushes in big waves, and true colors are revealed in times of crisis.
It saves him the trouble of persuading.
A faint feeling of approval appeared in Yu Qian's heart.
"I agree with what His Highness King Xi said."
"The capital must not be moved."
"The capital is the foundation of the world. If it moves, great things will happen, except for the Song Nandu incident!"
"Anyone who migrates south should be killed."
Yu Qian's tone was less conciliatory and gentle, and more decisive in killing.
Xu Youzhen felt quite guilty when she thought about what she had done secretly in private, and did not dare to refute it any more.
Besides, those who move south should be killed?
Yu Qian, you really dare to say it!
"But if we don't move south, how can we fight this battle if Wala leads his army 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 unable to breathe and unable to see any hope.
"The green hills are still here, so you don't have to worry about running out of firewood."
"Moving south is the best strategy."
Officials all have their own opinions.
Empress Dowager Sun was also full of hesitation, not knowing what choice to make.
The current predicament also left her helpless.
In addition, Zhu Qizhen was trapped in the tiles, and she was even more anxious. It was difficult for her to calm down and make rational choices.
Just when the argument was going on, Hu Hu, the Minister of Rites, who was already aged, said, "By placing the mausoleum here, Emperor Wen expressed to his descendants that he would never move the capital again."
"How can descendants abandon their ancestors and go to other places?"
"Old minister, I don't agree with moving south."
In the history books, Hu Hui himself is also a miracle.
He served as an official in the Jianwen, Yongle, Hongxi, Xuande, Zhengtong, Jingtai and Tianshun dynasties, and he also gained good and loyal people.
He was also one of the five ministers who were entrusted to Emperor Xuanzong Zhu Qizhen 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 Tumu Fort not long ago.
The weight of Hu Hui is average.
Hu Hui spoke, and the morale of those in the Wenhua Hall who suggested moving south was once again suppressed.
Empress Dowager Sun rubbed her temples, remembering Empress Qian's red eyes from crying, and sighed tiredly, "The Ai family wants to know."
"Moving south, what will your Majesty do?"
"Stand to the capital, what will your Majesty do?"
This is what she cares about most.
Her prince had not suffered at all in more than twenty years, but now he had to be a prisoner in that windy and sandy place.
The officials who were arguing a moment ago fell silent.
