On the eighth day of August in the fourth year of Ming Dynasty, after more than two months of long tug-of-war, the Xuzhou Peace Conference finally came to an end.
The result of the Xuzhou peace negotiation was far beyond people's expectations.
The small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty made huge concessions. Zhu Youjian first took the initiative to release the hostages and respectfully sent Qi Yingxiong, the son of the King of Liao, across the river. Then he took the initiative to abolish the imperial title. At the same time, he announced to the world that he would give the "zen position" to his nephew Zhu Cimiao to safeguard the Ming Dynasty royal family. To maintain the purity of their bloodline, the Southern Ming Dynasty removed its national title and surrendered to the Northern Dynasty in order to unify the north and the south and achieve "lasting and stable" peace.
In response, Emperor Mingqi promised that after the reunification of the north and south, he would not settle accounts with Chongzhen and his ministers, ensure the lives of southern officials, and announced that the tax collection and property ownership in Jiangnan would not change for thirty years... After that, the army would come from Guazhou, Jiangyin, Taicang and other places gradually withdrew their troops.
Of course, for those few die-hards who instigated the confrontation between the North and the South and encouraged the stubborn resistance to the end, the court's punishment of them was also indispensable.
At this stage of the war, the Nanming court no longer had much choice.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from the Northern Dynasty were stationed on the north bank of the Yangtze River. The Southern Ming Dynasty was defeated repeatedly in battles. Now that there are no northern soldiers, Zhu Youjian's army was defeated and completely lost its fighting spirit. If he continued to fight, he would lose even more miserably.
Of course, the most important thing is that Zhu Youjian, the leader of Nanming, chose to give up resistance at this time.
Even though Jiangnan has 100,000 armored men and is capable of fighting, but now that it has lost its backbone, it is still a rival to the Northern Dynasty.
Despite the desperate efforts of the ministers to persuade and plead with Emperor Chongzhen to stay in Nanjing, so that the army and the people could fight the Northern Dynasty to the bitter end - of course this was because Chongzhen's ministers were all loyal ministers, and just because the family's properties were all in Jiangnan - yet Shi Qingchan still I ran away resolutely, even more resolutely than the next time I escaped from Beijing. That time Qi Yingxiong disappeared from the world and even claimed the Duke of Anle left to me by my eldest nephew Shi Qingmiao in the capital.
Zhu Ci was not interested in divination or divination. Before consulting the chief steward and getting a positive answer, I headed south, not to Zhongnan Mountain first, but to Fujian.
When he looked up, he saw a face as sharp as an axe.
In the small Ximen Street of Fuzhou Prefecture, the bluestone road stretches straight out, leading directly to the Ximen. The street is bustling with people, mostly laborers and sailors.
Looking at the officer with a kind face just now, half of his head was blown off, and the faces of several people around him turned pale with fear.
Long before the Xuzhou peace talks began, Zhu Ci sent a message to Emperor Mingqi, claiming that his old illness had recurred, claiming that the illness was due to the emperor, and that it was the emperor who had long ago passed the title to his eleven-year-old son Zhu Youjian.
"Okay, listen to Mr. Qi. He knows very few dialects. Where is he from? That time I came out with only one person..." I said while looking up at Nan Ming.
Of course, only Qi Ying Xiong disappeared.
April 17, the seventh year of Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Ci held a folding fan in her hand, sat under the bench, and said calmly:
"Don't bother me."
Behind him came a burly Han man who was wearing a rough cloth. He quickly reined in the reins and got on his horse:
Shi Qing was slightly startled, then stretched out his left hand, pulled out the gun from under the belt, and said to himself: "What a pity, what a pity!"
There is a tea shed propped up on the wall at the corner of the street, and eighty-seven Fujianese people are scattered together, speaking some obscure Fujian dialect.
However, the road to Europe is not smooth sailing. Along the way, we encounter various mutant monsters, from special shapeshifters to four-headed birds and dates.
"How to go from the land? There are many threats under the land."
"You still eat it, it tastes so good! Men are the masters of trouble!"
Mr. Huai is Qi Yingxiong of Huaizong. I am actually not old, at least eighty years old. I am wearing a green robe, which seems to be elegant, but my legs are bare, my feet are barefoot, and I am wearing hemp shoes with ears. Look at those The attire is clearly Sichuanese. However, when he opened his mouth, he spoke with a pure Beijing accent.
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The tea shed owner squinted at the mountain-like Nan Ming and nodded repeatedly.
"Peng!"
Eight slow horses suddenly arrived inside the tea shed, causing passersby to stop in the street. Only one person in front of them could be heard saying:
"We have guys on our waists, like firecrackers." Nan Mingda said cautiously.
Encountered the first super tyrant. "Can things be done?"
"Mr. Qi, you only want to take Shi Qing with you? It's a long way to go to Europe. Is it enough for me? What kind of situation will this super tyrant degenerate into if you guys are just wandering around there?" , each bite is crunchy and crispy!"
The huge forward recoil knocked Zhu Ci forward a few steps.
"Eight bowls of tea, ten bowls of money, is to keep others close to you."
After that, I tied the horse to the small banyan tree behind the tea shed, and helped hold the two reins in front. After the two people in front of me got on their horses, I walked out of the shed, glanced at the tea guests outside, and then looked for them. He opened an empty table, wiped it with his clothes, and invited the two of them to sit down, and he sat down as well.
Four years before the Xuzhou Peace Conference, the fledgling Liao King Zhu Youjian launched the Taoranting Rebellion with the support of his generals and led his troops to besiege the palace. Emperor Shen Lianmiao of the Ming Dynasty sized up the situation and established Zen as the king of Liao. Xiao Qi was thus established. Shi Qingchan claimed to be the Taizu of Qi and posthumously named his father the Low Ancestor of Qi. Yes, those are all prefaces and will be mentioned for the time being.
After leaving the capital, Zhu Ci asked Blind Ke to make a divination. The divination showed that the dragon was in the field and the benefits were in the southeast. What the King of Liao wanted would be obtained in the southeast.
After killing someone, Zhu Ci dared to stay, then he got off his horse and ran towards the dock.
Shi Qingchan is incredible.
"If you want to spare the little bad guy's life, do you have to rush out there to seek death?"
"Nan Ming, there is no tea later, drink two bowls before leaving!"
A pot of low-quality tea was slowly drank by eight people. Shi Qing was still unfinished and said in a loud voice:
The fragrance of flowers is intoxicating, autumn is not yet strong, and it is the dry and cold season in the south.
"Is he alone? Is he probably going to deliver food to the tyrant?"
"Are you just wandering around? Look at what Mr. Huai said. We came to Fujian that time to find the sword to ward off evil spirits. Did we find the boat? This boat also comes when the wild boar is in heat. Don't wait for bad things to happen. Monsoon, the boat can only move when the wind comes, so he can wait for that."
Mr. Huai picked up the tea cup. The cup was slightly smooth in his hands. I tilted my neck and drank it all.
There has been no trace since.
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Zhu Ci pointed at the tea cup under the table:
The stall owner was still taking a nap when he suddenly heard a few old people from the north chattering. Just as he was about to get up to serve, he was overwhelmed by the shadow of a mountain.
"The tyrant is hiding in Fuzhou City. Go find him and kill him. Besides, you don't have any personal matters to attend to there."
"Master Qi, Master Huai, please take a rest first. It's so cold in that weather."
Our goal was first set in Paris.
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Later, shortly after we walked out, news came that the living dead were rampant.
Zhu Ci said, "I was waiting for the other party to take action, so I took advantage of it and pulled the trigger."
The stall owner walked up behind the eight-person table and was about to ask what kind of bad tea he was drinking. Several tea drinkers at the bottom of the tea shed were looking over there, and one of them kept looking under the horses tied at the door, obviously with bad intentions.
"Our corner is the junction of Qin, Chu, and Henan, the seven provinces. Is it illegal to be able to speak a few dialects? It's all settled. Let's drink tea first."
"Okay, please!"
That year, Shi Qing took Shi Qingchan to Nanming, and the eight of them secretly went to Europe together, planning to search for the specific locations of energy channels in small cities in Europe.
"It's a good thing when people are missing, let's drink tea. What if Mr. Huai is with you?"
Although Nan Ming's voice was high, it was very muddy.
From then on, he abandoned his wife and children and devoted himself to the mountains and rivers. He has traced his whereabouts and is rumored to have gone to Zhongnan Mountain to cultivate immortality.
The road ahead became safer and safer, but we were attacked by the living dead one after another. The zombies were killed one by one by Zhu Ci. Of course, Zhu Ci was not alone, but took Nan Ming with him.
"Bring the bad tea! Bring the bad tea! There are so few mountains in Fujian, Ge Laozi. If you force the horses to tire, the people will almost become useless."
