On the first day of August, when the soldiers and civilians in Zhaoqing City learned that the army of troops in the capital of the capital had returned triumphantly and were about to arrive in Xingdu, the soldiers and civilians in the city were cheering, and there were thousands of people everywhere, and they rushed out of the city to welcome the triumphant army.

Given that there are too many people who take the initiative to welcome the emperor, the chief assistant Qu Shishi has to send out soldiers to maintain order.

The officials surrendered to Qu Shixi, the chief clerk, and the secretary of the Ministry of Lishui and the secretary of the Ministry of Education. The officials and officials above the seventh rank, nobles and internal officials in the capital were all organized to welcome him ten miles outside the city, with hundreds of people spreading, covered with black gauze and green, which was very lively.

As soon as everyone arrived at the welcoming pavilion, they saw the sky full of dust on the official road, mixed with infantry and cavalry, and neighing in the wind, and around the front of the team, there were eye-catching bright yellow dragon flags and emperor ceremonies!

"The Holy Driving is coming..."

Both the officials and the people present were very nervous. The originally hustle and bustle situation suddenly became very quiet. Everyone couldn't help but tiptoe, stretching their heads, looking forward to the king's army.

Qu Shili bit her lips lightly, clenched her fists tightly, and her whole body trembled slightly, indicating that she felt extremely uneasy inside.

When he opened his eyes wide and saw the Emperor Zhu Youlang riding on a tall horse, wearing Yuanqing dragon-patterned silk armor, smiling and staring at him, he was immediately excited and couldn't help but kneel down on the spot.

"My minister, Qu Shizi, the Grand Secretary of Wuying Palace, please pay attention to Your Majesty!"

"I am the Minister of War, Chen Zizhuang, the Minister of the Minister, and I will pay homage to His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Yan Qiheng..."

"My Censor Wu Zhenyu..."

"I am the Minister of Personnel Fang Yizhi..."

"Song Yingxing, Minister of Works..."

"My minister, the Ministry of Rites, Wang Fuzhi..."

"Minist, the servant, the servant, Gu Yanwu..."

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In the middle of the road, with the start of the chief minister Qu Shisi, all the ministers followed closely behind and slowly bowed down with the most solemn attitude.

Without the special orders of the officials, the gentry and people around the official road were all swinging together and bowing down on their own initiative. The sound of the mountain cries kept ringing in the air. Although it was not very neat, anyone could see his pious attitude at a glance.

Qu Shizi lay on the yellow soil, tears flashing in the corners of her eyes.

The emperor returned triumphantly, and the days of worry ended. He suddenly felt that the burden on his shoulders was lighter, and everyone was so excited that they floated up.

"After three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty, people's hearts still exist. It's worth my life and I have fought for a few times!"

Zhu Youlang, who was riding on the war horse, looked moved when he saw the heartfelt enthusiasm of the officials and citizens on both sides of the official road, and there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Since the time travel, the battle and fighting for two years have been fought. The wind and rain have made Zhu Youlang's originally handsome and fair face turn a little black, but his eyes are becoming more and more energetic.

Zhu Youlang was very pleased with the passion of the military, civilians and the people. He also made up his mind to work harder and work harder in the future, expel the Manchu Tartars, restore the two capitals of the north and south, and bring back the luck of China on the verge of danger!

After entering the pass from Manchu, he burned, killed, plundered, encircled land and abused the people, and under the butcher's knife, people were booming!

The Han people were extremely miserable, and there were countless deaths at the hands of the Tartars, and their bodies were buried in chaos and floating in the fields.

According to data statistics, in the original history, in the decades after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the population of Han people dropped sharply from 51 million to less than 20 million, three to two, so that "the country has no county, no county has no village, no village, no village has no family, no family has no women", this is a true portrayal of all parts of the country in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

There is a poem that says: "In the past, during the civil strife in the Central Plains, Manchu and Yi took advantage of the situation to seize the Han Dynasty, and the Chinese and foreign countries were all the family, leaving their heads but not their hair. They came south to massacre ninety-nine cities, and the Han blood stained all the Han rivers and mountains!

I can’t bear to say this after reading history. History sighs, for thousands of years, the heroes of the Han family have avenged their revenge, millions of people have fallen, and they have fought for freedom..."

The Manchus killed all the Han people's backbone and shame, and the people had no choice but to surrender to the butcher's knife, bow down to the vassals, and surrender to the barbarians to protect their lives and seek to be obedient to the people.

After that, over the past few hundred years, the dignity of the Chinese nation was repeatedly trampled on, the people were ravaged wantonly, civilization was regressing wildly, and the nation's blood was castrated by butcher knives!

My dignified Chinese people and descendants of the Han and Tang dynasties have become numb and insensitive from then on. They are tortured and killed like pigs and dogs without knowing to resist. How sad is this!

I am in a low position and dare not forget my worries about the country!

Every time Zhu Youlang thought of this in his previous life, a depressed aura would rise in his chest, which would not be dissipated for a long time and would not be relieved!

When I was thinking about the powerful Han Dynasty, Chen Tang, a famous general of the empire, roared: "Those who violate the powerful Han Dynasty in an obvious way will be punished even if they are far away!"

His domineering aura of looking around in all directions made the hearts of the Hu people scattered and their souls scattered!

But who would have thought that after the end of Yashan, China would sink again until after the Opium War, it completely fell to the point where Western powers were left to slaughtered by Western powers?

It's intolerable!

If the power of the Han and Tang Dynasties was still there, who would dare to act rashly? Who would dare to disobey the enemy's attacks?

At the time of the weakening of the empire and the survival of the nation, how great it would be if a great hero could emerge, stand under this vast sky, carry the blue sky with his iron shoulders, and turn the tide down!

Perhaps the future of China is too bumpy, too many people die, and too miserable bullying, so even God couldn't bear it anymore. He opened his golden fingers and returned time, allowing Zhu Youlang to travel to this dark and heavy era!

At this time, the Ming Dynasty regime was still there, China's fortune was not over, and civilization had not been completely destroyed!

Everything is still redeemable!

Millions of people fall, and they swear to fight for freedom!

He wants to save the people of the Ming Dynasty from the Tartars and make the tragedy no longer spread!

He wants to make the blood of hundreds of millions of Han families outside Jiangyin, Yangzhou, Jiading, Sichuan and Nanchang without vain!

He wants to make the Manchurian Tartars pay their blood debts and avenge the hundreds of millions of Han people in the occupied areas!

There has never been a moment that Zhu Youlang had such a strong sense of mission.

I am here, and I should defend the land and safeguard the people and slaughter the barbarians!

When I die, I will also turn into a dragon soul, and bless my China forever!

As the team stopped one after another, the guards held up the Huangluo umbrella cover, and Zhu Youlang got off the war horse with a solemn expression and walked on his feet.

The elite soldiers of Gongsheng Camp, who were brightly dressed and brightly dressed, had dazzling weapons, and were very majestic and majestic, served as guards in front of the imperial court.

As soon as Zhu Youlang started chasing, a accompanying Honglu Temple official praised the rituals and yelled loudly to the ministers and the people. Then there was another sound of shouting for the mountains.

After the ceremony, there were already guides composed of Han, Zhan, Ke and Taoist, who led the sage back to the capital. The soldiers stood in the road and stationed outside the city and around the palace to prevent accidents.

Wherever the car arrived, the people cheered and the Śrāvakas were thousands of miles away.

The scholars and people came to greet them with hundreds of gauze lanterns. From time to time, there were students along the way, and scholars were hiding to visit the roadside.

The people ran around and told each other: Today, colorful clouds appeared, yesterday there were big stars and suns, and thousands of large trees floated in the river. These are all auspicious signs. It seems that the national rejuvenation is expected.

Previously, hundreds of thousands of Manchu soldiers went south, and the people were uneasy. At this point, the emperor personally led the army and returned triumphantly, and the scholars and people were happy and happy.

After Zhu Youlang returned to the palace, in order to inspire people, he held a grand celebration banquet and distributed a certain amount of jerky and food to the military and civilians in the city, and fed the whole city for a day.
Chapter completed!