First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Opening the capital, the whole city showed a strong sense of bleakness. There were a few slumped city soldiers at the gate of the city, scattered and thin pedestrians, and countless beggars on the streets of the city.

The only active thing may be the donkey cart carrying the corpse. The king of Koryo is gone, and a new king has not yet been elected. The government is only running in the most efficient way to ensure that there will be no plague in the capital.

The smoke of gunpowder in various places has gradually subsided due to the withering population. No one dares to cultivate the endless acres of good fields, and it is not the farmers' turn to eat a single grain of food grown left and right.

Now, the bandits who occupy the mountain as king have run out of food, and all the people who can still move either go to sea with their families or flee to Liaodong, and they don't want to die in their homeland.

In the largest mansion in Kaijing, the servants are doing things cautiously. Being kicked out is a dead end. There are people at the door who want to sell their sons and daughters as servants. Human lives are cheaper than cups and cups.

Standing in front of his armor, Li Chenggui stretched out his hand to touch it lightly, feeling the coldness, his face was cloudy and cloudy. Since ancient times, he always gave way to the throne, and now he has given way more than a dozen times.

But Daming's canonization edict still hasn't come, and the court has begun to have an undercurrent. Many people who were formerly under his command have changed their minds in this time after time.

If I continue, I will use up all the prestige I have accumulated in these years of fighting in the South and North. If I occupy the latrine and don't shit, I will arouse public resentment.

Is it possible to establish a country without following Ming Dynasty? Fight for the momentary pleasure, would you like to?

"A dead end..."

Li Chenggui's hand slid down, grasped the saber on the armor, and pulled it out slowly. If he dies, he will die, and it will be recorded in the annals of history!

The determination in his eyes and the blue veins in his grip all testify to the courage of the founding father of North Korea.

But at this moment, the steward suddenly entered the room and reported excitedly: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Qi of the Ming Dynasty is almost at the gate of the city, please hurry up and change your clothes to greet him!"

Li Chenggui didn't look back, and the strength in his hands didn't shrink, the veins on the back of his hands were still bulging, but if they had reached his throat, he would choke.

The butler was puzzled, hoped for the stars and the moon, and finally waited for the envoy of Daming to come, and his family's lord was about to be crowned king, so there was no hurry, what was he thinking.

"Your Majesty, King Qi of the Ming Dynasty has a distinguished status. He is the son of the emperor of the upper kingdom of heaven, and he has the will of canonization. It is better to go early to meet him. The servant has already ordered the servants to prepare the carriage. Do you want to change clothes?"

The half-drawn knife was slowly returned to its sheath, Li Chenggui withdrew his hand and turned around and said, "Okay."

The butler breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly arranged for a maidservant to come in to serve him. He didn't have the heart to worry about why his lord didn't have a smile on his face.

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After receiving the news, the whole city of Kaijing seemed to come alive in an instant. The flow of people almost filled all the streets, and countless beggars on the ground were picked up and driven out of the city by the south gate.

It is rumored that His Royal Highness King Qi has a kind heart, so he can't see this.

The big and small families led their children, and under the leadership of Li Chenggui, they set up a gathering at the gate of the North City. It can be described as a sea of ​​people. Not far from the city gate, it is a place with unique scenery. Throwing pots for fun.

After waiting for an hour, there was a sound of hoofbeats in the distance, and the bright sun and moon flags slowly appeared, and a group of hussars surrounded the tall king, and twenty-four banners with eight flags fell like a mountain.

Everyone knelt down obediently, their delicate knees touched the uneven ground, there was no humiliation in their hearts, and there was some novelty and excitement.

Li Chenggui was not the only one who was tortured, these aristocratic families who could still live in Kaijing had all joined the East Palace long ago, whether they were rewarded or punished, they were always looking forward to thunder and rain, because this It is the favor of the king that only recognized courtiers are entitled to enjoy.

"Weichen (Caomin) welcome the Great Angel, congratulate the Great Ming Emperor, long live long live long live!"

The sound of shouting long live resounded through the sky until Zhu Di appeared, but there were still people who buried their heads and continued to shout, as if they were good ministers and good people.

There are also some people, although kneeling on the ground, they still have some grief and anger in their hearts, but the number is very small, and they didn't have any energy left when they shouted long live just now.

Under the leadership of Li Chenggui, those with high status bowed down in front of the King of Qi. The gift just now was for the envoys of the Celestial Dynasty, but this time it was for His Royal Highness King Qi.

Many people had met Zhu Di before, but at this time they all tacitly agreed, as if they were looking at the emperor's majesty for the first time, and they never improved Li. There used to be a young general who looked exactly like the emperor.

Zhu Di was dressed in court clothes and a crown, with a blend of heroism and nobility, which made Li Chenggui dare not raise his eyes to look at each other, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how could he deal with the person in front of him?

If it was placed two years ago, he would have been full of confidence. The newly arrived King Qi would only be the King of Qi, and he still couldn't express it explicitly, and he could suppress it secretly.

But now, it’s hard to say. When it comes to commanding troops and fighting, talent is far more important than experience. The gap in experience can be made up by two old lieutenants, but the gap in talent in the coach is not there. The way to smooth it out.

What's more, the general trend is in the hands of others...

"Korea's bitter cold is different from Jiangnan. When the king first arrived in your country, he felt the wind and cold, so it was delayed for several days. Please wait for a long time."

Li Chenggui bowed and said: "Your Highness, you are serious. You have come from a long distance, and you are running around for the affairs of our country. We, the people of a small country, can only kowtow to show our gratitude."

As he spoke, he led the crowd to salute Zhu Di. Zhu Di bent down to support Li Chenggui, and the two of them clasped their hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes: "Korea is also a vassal of my Ming Dynasty. The monsters have brought disaster to the country and usurped the government, so that the people's livelihood has been ruined." Here, the Holy Majesty is so worried that he can’t sleep at night, but fortunately there is Qing, who is able to quell chaos with martial arts, and can govern the country with literary skills. The Holy Majesty appreciates it, and wishes to entrust Qing with rivers and mountains, and I hope you will live up to your trust.”

Li Chenggui was even more tearful, broke free from the restraints, and kowtowed to the east continuously, his face was covered with mud mixed with snot and tears, Zhu Di almost couldn't hold back his laughter, so he could only cover his sleeves in tears.

At this moment of joy and harmony, an old man with a bright head stepped forward and bowed down: "The grass people respectfully invite the Great Heavenly Angel to discern evil and evil. Respecting the king, doing evil things and disregarding human life, and later worshiping the son of a demon monk as king, ambitious to expand the army, gradually taking power, and tyranny to the people of the rivers and mountains!"

"To deceive the Celestial Dynasty now, to try to pass on the family name to the country, and to steal our country in Koryo, how are these monsters different from that monster monk Xin Tun?"

"Grass people are humble and life is low. Fortunately, they once read poetry and etiquette, and were educated by the classics of saints. Now they commit crimes and admonish them, not for their own wealth and glory, but for hundreds of years of our country!"

"Today, I should give up my life, and ask the heavenly kingdom to take pity on the hardships of the people of the vassal state, and grant the grace to conquer the territory, so that our descendants can enjoy peace in peace!"

After speaking, he took out a sharp knife from his bosom, cut out his heart and died.

From the beginning to the end, no one stepped forward to stop him, and no one stepped forward to collect his corpse. The blood from his heart soaked the land slowly and firmly.

Li Chenggui didn't get up, but buried his head deeply on the ground, Zhu Di looked at the crowd with a troubled face and said: "Whether what this person said is true or not is related to the country, everyone should speak out!"

The head of the several family heads seemed to have just come to their senses, and they couldn't wait to point at Li Chenggui and scold them, but they forgot that they have been persistently chasing Li Chenggui these days, seeking to establish a society and open a new country.

A few ragged people stood up and cried, claiming that they were Goguryeo people or survivors of Baekje and Silla. They were also vassals of the Celestial Kingdom.

It is the retribution of heaven, and it is right for us to restore the country, to respect the angels, to submit to the Holy Lord Mingjun, and to be the masters of the people.

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