There was a thunderstorm and there was no talk all night.
Early the next morning, as soon as the fifth watch arrived, Zhu Qiyu got up.
At this time, the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and even inside the house, I could feel the coldness coming in through the cracks in the windows.
Fortunately, the feeling of being surrounded by a group of women is really good. Since today is a big day, it is the beginning of Zhu Qiyu's real prestige as the new king, so most of the women who have nothing to do have gathered in the room early.
There were people who served Zhu Qiyu to change clothes, some who prepared breakfast, and some who sorted out the dry food.
Even for the big court meeting, Zhu Qiyu wore very simple clothes, a pure blue robe and a white jade crown. There is a jade pendant hanging on one side of his waist, and the light and sharp Qingyun Sword on the other.
That's all, there are no dragon-related totems on his body. Zhu Qiyu claimed to be the real dragon emperor, but he never liked dragons.
After waiting for the clothes to be put on, Mu Yu stuffed the prepared dry food and drinks into Zhu Qiyu's pocket.
In the end, Zhu Qiyu couldn't help but laugh, and laughed at himself and said to the girls: "It must be rare in history for an emperor to look like this kind of useless person."
As far as Zhu Qiyu himself knew, only our Chongzhen Emperor was so useless when he first entered the palace and succeeded to the throne.
All the concubines were very worried, but they had no intention of laughing. Xian'er came over with a glass of wine.
Zhu Qiyu continued teasingly: "Is this how you want to persuade you to drink a glass of wine? There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west?"
Xian'er bit the wine glass, put the fine wine in her mouth, and handed it over, looking like she was letting you pick it up.
Zhu Qiyu smiled and drank slowly from the cherry cup, and Xianer handed over the empty wine cup again. Zhu Qiyu took it curiously, looked at the lip prints on the glass, and asked curiously: "Why are you handing over an empty wine glass?"
Xian'er smiled and said: "Husband, don't you bring the ministers to drink with you at the dinner? We bring our own wine glasses, we don't need the ones from the palace. Don't wipe this glass. When you see the lip prints on the glass, it will be like seeing the slave family."
"Okay, okay, don't you just go to the palace and stay for a day and a night? It makes it seem like you are going on a far journey."
Lin Xiangyu asked from the side: "Husband, do you really not need to bring the two sisters into the palace? There is also the prince. Can Concubine Guang take care of her if she goes alone?"
"Don't go. It's been raining heavily for several days and the sky is still gloomy. It's a good time to do dark things. Just be a gentle little woman and serve me well. Don't worry about it with those gangsters." When it comes to beating and killing people, I can do it myself."
After packing up, Zhu Qiyu came to meet his mother and concubine, and the two of them took the prince into the palace.
Although the concubine didn't like the palace either, she was not afraid of the people in the palace. As soon as they entered the palace, the two separated. The concubine went to Cining Palace first, while Zhu Qiyu took the prince into Fengtian Palace, which he had not seen for a long time.
In the history of the Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Palace was completely burned by "thunder and fire from heaven" three times, so Zhu Qiyu disliked this palace even more.
The so-called 'Fengtian' means being grilled endlessly by 'thunder and fire from heaven'.
The morning dynasty of the Ming Dynasty was very early, and not long after, the ministers gathered at Fengtianmen one after another.
Because the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were afraid that the area of the three main halls would not be burned thoroughly enough, there were connecting corridors on both sides from Fengtian Gate to Fengtian Hall, and they were all made of wood.
The ministers filed in along the corridor. Zhu Qiyu hugged the prince and sat on the dragon chair, accepting the congratulations from the officials.
Until the ceremony was completed and Zhu Qiyu took the prince into the East Side Hall, the ministers were still in a state of confusion. No one could understand why the emperor had the wrong idea. He had to find a miserable and rainy day to hold a grand meeting.
It's just that we have to celebrate the prince's birthday. The key is that after the congratulations, all the officials have to report their duties one by one. Isn't this a torment?
Moreover, the ministers also observed that after entering the imperial city, not a single royal guard could be seen. All the guards with swords were uniformly dressed in light blue brocade robes. Although they were also brocade robes, they were obviously not the familiar brocade robes.
The number of guards was obviously too large, with three to four thousand people inside and outside. The city gates and corridors were all filled with guards.
After the court meeting, all the gates of the imperial city were closed, and all the decent people in the capital were locked up in the imperial city.
Zhu Qiyu summoned officials of fifth rank and above from the Six Ministries, the Supervisory Office, and the Hanlin Academy one by one in the side hall.
While Zhu Qiyu was leisurely chatting with the ministers, he had just woken up from his sleep.
He woke up first and listened carefully, confirming repeatedly. When he saw that the sound of gunfire outside finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief. I don’t know why the emperor and the army of the Ming Dynasty went crazy. They bombarded them all day and night yesterday.
The key point is that it has been raining outside. Although the Emperor of Tomorrow was very good at predicting the situation, he had built an awning in advance and took moisture-proof measures. The artillery could still fire, but it would definitely not be possible to move. Otherwise, it would be fine if it rained. .
Since the artillery could not move, the impact point of the shells was relatively fixed. Oula's soldiers abandoned the east side of the camp and moved all the grain, grass and baggage to the west side. At night, the soldiers also crowded into the tents on the west side to sleep.
Therefore, the Ming army's bombardment sounded lively, but in fact, almost no one was killed, that is, the tents on the east side of the Wala camp were blown up.
I was puzzled at first. The Ming Dynasty artillery also has a lifespan and cannot be used indefinitely. After each cannon has fired a certain number of shells, it will be scrapped. So what is the purpose of such indiscriminate firing regardless of the cost?
With doubts, I also had breakfast first. Since Huang Pu had already informed me yesterday that today was the crown prince's birthday and a grand congratulation was going to be held in the city, I felt that I could finally breathe a sigh of relief today.
Take a day off today, and when the rain subsides tomorrow, the army will break camp and retreat. This was the plan at first. The soldiers under his command also planned this.
After being tortured by the Ming army for several days and nights, the Wala soldiers finally couldn't stand it any longer.
Unexpectedly, not long after, the Ming army also had breakfast, and the shelling continued until the evening.
Fortunately, when it was time for normal people to sleep, the Ming army stopped shelling and all the lights in the camp were extinguished.
The Wala soldiers judged that the Ming army had really fallen asleep this time, so the Wala soldiers hurriedly fell asleep.
As for whether this judgment was correct, the Wala soldiers no longer cared about it. At this time, if anyone stood up to accuse the army of deception and delayed everyone's sleep, they would be chopped into pieces in anger by the other Oala soldiers.
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The Ming army was making final preparations for the night attack, and in the Fengtian Palace, the night banquet had already begun.
Zhu Qiyu didn't care what others thought, he took out his own drink from his pocket, took out the wine glass from his arms, filled the glass by himself, and smiled at everyone:
"It has been almost three months since the Tumu Fort incident, and now the Grand Master is finally going back to the grassland, and the Ming Dynasty has been saved.
As long as we send envoys to ceremoniously welcome the Supreme Emperor back when spring comes next year, our monarchs and ministers will be completely relieved. "
(End of chapter)
