Anti-Qing: Starting from the Reincarnation of the Ming Dynasty

Hearing this, Yong Rong narrowed his eyes, glanced at Xiao Yunzi approvingly, and then spoke.

"Very good, Xiao Yunzi, your mind works very quickly. This is a good idea!"

After saying this, Yong Rong opened his mouth and gave instructions.

"Xiao Yunzi, go and arrange some men to pretend to be bandits near Zhaoling and Fuling, and harass Zhaoling and Fuling..."

"Then, the governor will order all the troops in Shengjing to immediately suppress the thieves and strengthen the defenses of Zhaoling and Fuling."

For such confidential matters, Yongrong could only leave it to Xiao Yunzi.

Yong Rong cannot trust other people!

When Xiao Yunzi heard this, he immediately called Qian'er.

"Master, don't worry, I understand, I will never let you down!"

After saying this, he turned around and left.

Prepare to complete the task ordered by Yong Rong.

……

Nanjing, Prince's Mansion!

After the situation in Huainan and Huaibei temporarily stabilized, Zhu Jing'an set off and returned to Nanjing before the New Year.

The warm room was filled with incense.

Zhu Jing'an was wearing a single suit, lying on the rocking chair, closing his eyes and falling asleep, enjoying the rare leisure.

Behind the gauze and bead curtains, the sound of silk and bamboo pipes sounded.

On the table in front of him, there were also snacks such as dried fruit butcher shop, as well as pastries and tea.

Behind him, there was a young and beautiful maid gently massaging his temples.

Amidst the soft music, Zhu Jing'an slowly fell into sleep, and a rhythmic snoring sounded in the room.

During this period of time, he was indeed too tired. The frontline military affairs, the pressure of disaster relief, as well as meeting with local gentry and arranging local government affairs, so many affairs were on his shoulders.

It almost kept Zhu Jing'an awake at night!

Now that he finally returned to Nanjing, he naturally relaxed. Taking a break from his busy schedule today, Zhu Jing'an actually fell asleep.

Seeing that Zhu Jing'an was asleep, the maid in charge of massaging stopped her movements, tiptoed to the side, and stood respectfully, for fear of waking Zhu Jing'an.

The maid playing the harp and flute at the side also stopped her movements.

The room soon became quiet.

Only the incense and the occasional crackle of burning charcoal sounded.

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

Immediately, Zhang Jin's voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty has called for a meeting!"

The sound came into the room, and Zhu Jing'an, who had just fallen asleep, opened his eyes, but his eyes were slightly confused because he didn't wake up.

After clearing his throat and regaining his energy slightly, Zhu Jing'an spoke.

"Come in and talk!"

After Zhang Jin heard Zhu Jing'an's instructions, he immediately opened the door and came to Zhu Jing'an's side. He bowed slightly and repeated.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has urgently called for a meeting!"

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, he rubbed his eyebrows and asked.

"Urgent call for a meeting? What happened?"

Zhang Jin heard this and replied.

"Your Highness, it should be because of the news from our army's spies in the capital."

"Jin Yiwei has just sent the latest news from Beijing. Qianlong has been seriously ill recently and is already on his deathbed. He may die at any time."

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, the expression on his face changed slightly.

He ordered someone to get a hot towel.

Putting a hot towel on his face, Zhu Jing'an slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and his originally groggy consciousness suddenly became much clearer.

Then he spoke to Zhang Jin.

"Let us prepare our chariots and enter the palace immediately!"

……

Soon, Zhu Jing'an arrived at the residence of the Ming Emperor.

After the briefing, Zhu Jing'an went directly to the imperial study room.

At this time, most of the civil and military ministers of the Ming Dynasty had gathered in the Imperial Study Room.

After Zhu Jing'an arrived at the Imperial Study Room, everyone stood up and saluted.

“I, your Majesty/General, see His Highness the Crown Prince!”

"Your Highness, may you be blessed!"

Seeing this, Zhu Jing'an nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty, no courtesy, just take your seats."

After saying this, Zhu Jing'an strode to his seat and sat down.

Soon, with the sound of singing, Zhu Jianzhuo walked in from outside the imperial study room with the support of Yang He.

Everyone stood up together again, Zhu Jing'an took the lead and bowed down.

"I will see your majesty at last. Long live your majesty, long live, long live your majesty!"

Seeing this, Zhu Jianzhuo stepped forward with a smile on his face, helped his son up, and then spoke to the civil and military ministers.

"Excuse me, gentlemen!"

"Give me a seat!"

After speaking, everyone took their seats, and Zhu Jianzhuo also sat behind the desk.

Zhu Jing'an returned to his seat and sat down. He looked around and found that all the decision-makers of Ming Dynasty had arrived.

Although the total number of civil and military officials in the Ming Dynasty has already reached an astronomical number.

But the only ones who can really be considered as decision-makers are the six ministers, several governors of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, and a few cabinet ministers.

There were not many people, only about ten people.

The direction and future of this huge country, Ming Dynasty, are in the hands of these ten people.

As for other people, even the six ministers and the division and brigade chiefs in the army can only be regarded as executors.

It’s not at the decision-making level!

In fact, it goes along with the saying, hold small meetings for big things and hold big meetings for small things.

Really important events are usually decided by decision-makers in a few words.

Because big things need to be kept secret!

Only trivial matters will be brought to the court for everyone to discuss.

As for small things, even if they are exposed, they won't be a problem.

Zhu Jianzhuo sat down on his seat, looked around, and said.

"I have called you here today because I have important matters to discuss with you."

"The spies arranged by Jinyiwei in Beijing received the exact news that Qianlong was seriously ill and unable to be a director. He was recuperating in the Qingyan Palace in Jiuzhou in the Old Summer Palace and has not been seen for nearly a month."

"We cannot rule out the possibility that Qianlong is dead and the mourning will not be announced secretly..."

"In this regard, our Ming side must make plans in advance to avoid being caught off guard and not knowing how to deal with it after it happens."

After Zhu Jianzhuo finished speaking, everyone except Zhu Jing'an, who already knew what was going on, could not help but show expressions of surprise on their faces.

Qianlong is seriously ill?

It's even possible that he's already dead but just didn't mourn in secret?

This matter is no small matter.

If this matter is true, it really corresponds to that sentence, God bless the Ming Dynasty!

After hearing this, Wang Shun, the chief minister of the cabinet, stood up and asked.

"What does your majesty mean?"

Zhu Jianzhuo said while stroking the beard on his chin. "If Qianlong really dies at this time, the new emperor may not be able to convince the public if he ascends the throne, and there will be chaos within the Manchu Qing Dynasty."

"If this is the case, maybe the opportunity will come for me, the Ming Dynasty, to launch the Northern Expedition again to regain Yanyun and regain our old capital!"

Different from the two Song Dynasties, both civil and military officials regarded peace talks and partial peace as political correctness.

In today's Ming Dynasty, the Northern Expedition to regain the mountains and rivers is the only political correctness!

If anyone dares to bring up peace talks with the Manchus and the division of the country between the north and the south in the court, blood will be spilled in the court.

The reason for this lies in the father and son of Lao Zhu's family.

In today's Ming Dynasty, the emperor and the prince are the largest war factions.

Wang Shun, the chief assistant, nodded when he heard the words.

"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"

"What I'm worried about is that the main force of Ming Dynasty is tired after a year of fighting. Does it still have the ability to continue fighting?"

The role that Wang Shun, the chief minister, played in the court was like a pressure relief valve on a steam engine.

Once the emperor and courtiers of the Ming Dynasty got involved, he would stand up and pour cold water on everyone to cool down.

To be honest, this character is not likeable.

However, in a mature political system, such a role is indispensable.

Because no one can guarantee that they can always remain rational, always make the most correct decisions, and never get ahead of themselves.

Therefore, even though there is no shortage of candidates in the Ming Dynasty, Wang Shun, a steward who was born as a failed scholar, can still firmly occupy the position of chief minister.

How should I put it, as Ming Dynasty won one victory after another, both Zhu Jianzhuo and Zhu Jing'an became more and more powerful.

Except for Wang Shun, who had been with Zhu Jianzhuo for many years and had been the housekeeper of the Zhu family even before the army started, no one else dared to pour cold water on Zhu Jianzhuo in the court.

After everyone heard this, they all looked at Zhu Jing'an.

Zhu Jing'an also fell into deep thought.

This year, the Ming army was indeed very tired.

First, they captured Xiangyang and recovered Hubei, and then went east to fight with the Qing army in Jiangbei and Huaibei, recovering all of Jiangsu and Anhui.

Then he turned west to capture Sichuan and Shu, and then immediately launched the Yunnan-Guizhou offensive...

Hardly any rest!

Now the main force of the Ming army is still in Sichuan and Shuqing to surrender the remaining Qing army, and they are preparing to go south to fight in Yunnan and Guizhou.

It is impossible to say that the army is not tired.

Therefore, Zhu Jing'an nodded slightly and said.

"What the chief assistant said is true. All the troops in the army are indeed very tired now!"

"However, if the court needs it, I believe the soldiers can overcome it."

Zhu Jing'an's meaning is very clear, he can fight!

To overcome it, the translation means that the court has to add money.

Increased rewards and allocation of fields to the army, thereby encouraging various departments of the Ming army to continue fighting.

As a good leader, Zhu Jing'an never forgets to benefit his subordinates.

Wang Shun nodded and said after hearing this.

"In this way, Wei Chen will have no doubts."

Seeing this, Zhu Jianzhuo on the side looked at his son and asked.

"How do you think the prince, Ming Dynasty, should take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity when Qianlong fell ill and even died to take the opportunity to regain Beijing?"

When asking this question, Zhu Jianzhuo's eyes were full of expectations.

After the imperial army recaptured Nanjing, the opportunity to worship Xiaoling and show off to the ancestors was snatched away by Zhu Jing'an.

Therefore, Zhu Jiazhuo focused on the Ming Tombs in the north.

After the army recaptures Beijing, he plans to go to the Ming Tombs in person to show off to his ancestors who are buried there.

When Zhu Jing'an heard this, he pondered for a while and then spoke.

"I am going to report to my father. I have two main opinions."

"First, make military preparations. Immediately order the main force of the army to suspend the Yunnan-Guizhou offensive, transfer the main force back from the southwest, and prepare to launch the Northern Expedition after rest."

"At the same time, the imperial court must prepare the ordnance and supplies needed to launch the Northern Expedition."

"The second is strategic fraud in politics!"

"My Ming Dynasty can send an envoy to Beijing at this time and take the initiative to express peace talks with the Manchu and Qing Dynasties."

"This was used to create slack within the Qing court and further promote infighting among several Manchu princes."

"Detonate this huge hidden danger within the Qing Dynasty!"

If Qianlong is healthy and living well, then his strategy of appointing several elder brothers to take charge of each side and preside over all parties' fronts is actually no problem.

With Emperor Qianlong suppressing him, the elders of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, almost all of them, did not dare to resist the orders from the capital.

But once Qianlong was seriously ill and unable to govern, or even died.

That's another story.

Qianlong's elder brothers are not all stable masters.

If there is an external threat like the Ming Dynasty, they may not dare to fight internally.

But if the Ming Dynasty takes the initiative to express peace talks, the Manchu Qing Dynasty will temporarily be free from foreign troubles.

It is conceivable what they will do.

Once there is internal strife in the Qing court and the Ming army wants to launch the Northern Expedition, the difficulty will be greatly reduced.

As for whether the elder brothers of the Manchu Qing Dynasty would put aside their disputes after Qianlong's death, focus on the overall situation, and unanimously deal with the outside world to deal with the Ming army's Northern Expedition?

how to say!

Haha, for details, please refer to the Emperors of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

Most people are irrational in the face of supreme power.

There are always only a few people who can resist the huge temptation and make the right decision.

Zhu Jing'an didn't think those elder brothers from the Manchu Qing Dynasty could make the right choice.

Hearing this, Zhu Jianzhuo thought for a while and spoke.

"What the prince said makes sense. Do you have anything you would like to add?"

After Zhu Jianzhuo finished speaking, everyone began to make suggestions one after another, supplementing Zhu Jing'an's plan and improving the small details of the plan.

……

Beijing, Old Summer Palace!

Kyushu Qingyan!

Qianlong was lying on the hospital bed, his breathing was weak, his slightly opened and closed eyes were cloudy, and he showed no signs of energy.

His whole body exuded a rotting stench, and his exposed arms were so skinny that only a layer of skin was left covering the bones.

If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, he would have been no different from a corpse.

Several imperial doctors were busy inside and outside, decoction of medicines, taking pulses, and administering acupuncture, almost without touching the ground.

But Qianlong's situation still hasn't improved!

How should I put it, I understand the level of these imperial doctors in the Qing Dynasty.

A group of people who can drink poison as a soothing soup for Brother Gege, you expect them to be able to revive a dying person, even if they are embarrassing me, Fat Tiger.

The seventeenth elder brother Yonglin knelt beside Qianlong's couch with a sad face, his eyes were red and swollen, and tears were streaming down his face.

Yonglin is still young now, and as he is the youngest son, Qianlong is quite fond of him on weekdays.

Now looking at his Emperor Ama lying on the hospital bed, Yonglin felt extremely uncomfortable.

The tears he sheds now can be said to be true expressions of emotion.

In the hall, Li Shiyao, Qing Gui and other ministers also knelt on the ground, and their faces were so gloomy that they seemed to be dripping with water.

Because now everyone can realize that Qianlong is really dead!

This emperor, who holds great power and has a supreme status and has ruled the world for forty-five years, may not be able to survive this year... (End of Chapter)