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Chapter 545 Ming Dynasty: The Emperor Guards the National Gate (34)

Perhaps because he was too sad, Zhu Youxiao did not wake up that night.

When he woke up the next day, the entire Ming Dynasty had completely changed.

Historical records indicate that in late 1626, the Donglin Party colluded with court officials and members of the imperial family to overthrow the Empress's rule. However, the Empress proved exceptionally capable. When the rebels attempted to seize the imperial city, she joined forces with Prince Xin, Zhu Youjian, to completely defeat the rebels and quell the rebellion. Overnight, the imperial city was a river of blood.

By the time the rebellion was completely resolved, it was already the end of the year.

The changes in the imperial city did not seem to affect the lives of the people. As the New Year was approaching, every household was decorated with lights and it was very lively.

Zhiyu stood on the city wall, gazing into the distance, with an incomprehensible emotion in his eyes.

After this period of killing, Zhu Youjian's face had inadvertently become a bit cold, and he was no longer as gentle and elegant as before.

Seeing Zhiyu staring towards the northeast, Zhu Youjian asked, "Your Majesty, are you worried about the border?"

Zhiyu shook his head, "With Yuan Chonghuan here, the Later Jin won't be able to take it down in a short time."

"Then what is your Majesty worried about?"

Zhiyu remained silent for a while before changing the subject and asking, "Why did Fifth Brother come to the palace?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian's face was filled with a smile. "News has come from the people that the plague is under control."

Hearing this, Zhiyu's eyebrows slightly raised, "My Great Ming Dynasty is now in a period of prosperity after a period of decline."

"Fifth brother, spread this news so that everyone can have a happy New Year."

"Next year, we'll clean up our old mountains and rivers and set out again..."

Looking at Zhiyu's determined face, Zhu Youjian sighed in his heart that his sister was more suitable to be the master of this country than his brother and him.

If the emperor could be as clear-headed and decisive as her, the Ming Dynasty would not be what it is now.

Thinking of Zhu Youxiao, Zhu Youjian couldn't help but have a headache. He really didn't expect that Keshi's death would have such a great impact on Zhu Youxiao.

A retired emperor, because his wet nurse died, lived a life that was neither human nor ghost.

Fortunately, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is his eighth sister. If his brother were still the emperor, he couldn't imagine what a mess the Ming Dynasty would be in now...

In early 1627, Zhiyu named the reign title Qiyuan and announced a one-year tax exemption to allow the people to recuperate.

royal palace.

At Zhu Youjian's repeated request, Zhiyu pushed open a door filled with the smell of alcohol.

Seeing the door open and the cold air outside rushing in, but the person inside didn't react at all, Zhiyu couldn't help but take a few steps forward and walk to the side of the person inside.

"Brother Emperor, you haven't passed away yet, have you?"

Hearing this, the person sitting on the ground finally reacted. He slowly raised his head, glanced at Zhiyu lightly, and then lowered his head silently.

"Your Majesty is busy with all sorts of affairs. How can you find time to come to me?"

Zhiyu spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "I didn't want to come either, but I just announced a year of tax exemption. Now the treasury is empty, so I have no choice but to come to you."

Hearing Zhiyu's words, Zhu Youxiao smiled decadently, "I have no money, it's useless for you to look for me."

Zhiyu looked at his hand holding the wine jar and said, "Although you don't have money, you have skills."

"You are the emperor, isn't it your duty to do some carpentry work to support your country?"

Zhu Youxiao chuckled and said in a low voice, "I don't want to do it."

Zhiyu shrugged, "Then what do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youxiao slowly lowered his head and uttered two unclear words after a while: "I want to die."

Hearing Zhu Youxiao's words, Zhiyu nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin and thinking: "That's not impossible."

"But my royal brother, death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai."

"You haven't accomplished anything in the years since you ascended the throne, and the people don't like you. Your death is meaningless. Why don't I give you a chance to be remembered forever?"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhu Youxiao to reply, Zhiyu continued: "This year, my Ming Dynasty wants to rest and recuperate, and does not want to have a direct conflict with the Later Jin for the time being."

"At the beginning of next year, I will send you to the border and let you, as the emperor, personally lead the troops to attack the Later Jin."

"Once you arrive at the battlefield, you rush towards the enemy commander with your sword in hand, pretending you're going to kill him."

"Of course, with your ability, you can't kill the enemy commander, and you'll be killed in return. Then you'll die at the hands of the enemy."

"When the news of your death reaches the capital, I will publicize it loudly. In our Ming Dynasty, the emperor guards the country's borders and the king dies for the country. No emperor is a coward."

"When the people's passion is aroused, I will lead the army and personally fight against the Later Jin to avenge you."

"Because this is to avenge you, if you win, you will be a meritorious official. If you lose, you will be praised to the skies in history books."