In the Eastern Capital, the giant bell in the Eastern Kingdom Palace is ringing, like a death knives, captivating the soul.

This was the way Emperor Kaitong summoned his ministers, but there was already chaos inside and outside the imperial city. Eunuchs and palace maids were running back and forth, and everyone looked panicked.

Outside the imperial city, the riot scene was like a vegetable market, with noise soaring into the sky, and from time to time, accompanied by a few dull sounds of cannons.

The Imperial Guards were gathering, but from generals to soldiers, everyone's faces showed decadent appearance.

The rebels' attack speed was too fast. They had already reached the city yesterday, and the court had no troops to adjust!

Outside the palace, a large number of officials from the East Palace gathered here, and many officials were dressed in embarrassment and crowded together nervously, and everyone's eyes were full of confusion.

Most of these officials were local natives such as Indians, and very few founding fathers of the Han army flag who came to the east, because those heroes either died in battle or defected to the Great Zhou of Wu Sangui.

To put it bluntly, this civil strife in the East is the irreconcilable conflict between the two major groups of the new and old.

Hong Chengchou wanted to bring the local indigenous people to play and develop and strengthen the Eastern Kingdom, but the conservatives of the Han Army Banner disagreed. They only thought these indigenous people were slaves, so how could they allow the slaves to be on an equal footing with themselves?

In order to prevent the recurrence of the "Hong Chengchou's chaos in the Qing Dynasty", the elderly people from the Han Army Banner decided to change their boss and simply followed Wu Sangui.

The species of traitors are fickle and profit-oriented. Of course, there are also some traitors who recognize the past.

"Master Prime Minister! The Prime Minister is here!"

"Sir, the rebels are at the city, please make an idea!"

A group of officials surrounded Niu Jinxing, the prime minister of the Eastern Kingdom, and shouted anxiously.

Since the Han army flag flew eastward, the Dadong Kingdom urgently needed scholars to deal with national affairs. Niu Jinxing, who was a juren and had worked as Prime Minister Dashun, naturally became Hong Chengchou's right-hand man and was promoted to Prime Minister under one person.

In any era, academic qualifications and work experience are very important. Prime Minister Niu and Prime Minister are both outstanding.

Niu Jinxing is eighty years old and weak. At this time, he is a little embarrassed, with a messy hair and a gray complexion, and bloodshot eyes.

On his way from the prime minister's mansion to the palace, he was trapped by the chaotic scene. The city was filled with fire and riots in the spare parts of Shangyu. These detailed works recognized Niu Jinxing's carriage and tried to attack the convoy.

Fortunately, the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion still had a few tricks, so they quickly rushed out of a bloody road to protect Niu Jinxing and ran out. They met the imperial guards patrolling the city halfway and were only able to escape danger.

"Quiet!"

Niu Jinxing staggered to the steps, looked down at the group of panicked officials, and said with a deep look: "What do you look like when you are panicked?"

The officials quickly shut up and looked at the old man who was about to die of breath, and some even shivered.

Prime Minister Niu is not a good person. When the Han army flag entered the Americas and occupied the homes of the Indians, the Prime Minister offered several vicious plans to establish the effective rule of the Dadong Kingdom in the local area.

During this period, he commanded several operations to massacre indigenous tribes.

After the accumulated power of the calendar, the people below looked at the Prime Minister Niu in awe. After a while, someone could not help but whisper: "Prime Minister, the rebels have come to the city, and the city is in chaos..."

After a pause, the man swallowed and continued, "It would be better to take advantage of the rebels that have not yet fully attacked the city. We will concentrate the imperial guards to protect His Majesty from patrolling the port. There is our Oriental Fleet and the Prince of Pinghai, the most trusted by His Majesty......"

"Those who dare to speak out will be killed!"

Niu Jinxing shouted sternly, pulled out a sword from the waist of the guard beside him, and chopped the man on the spot.

Blood splattered three feet, which shocked the officials.

After getting older, Niu Jinxing struggled to cut himself. The sword just now almost used up all his strength. He threw the sword and panted.

Niu Jinxing took a deep breath and announced loudly with his spirits: "Tell you good news! His Highness the Crown Prince has brought 200,000 troops to the southern expedition to the Eastern Capital, and the doomsday of the rebels is coming!"

No one could cheer excitedly, and the officials present looked confused. They looked at each other and seemed to believe the news.

As we all know, the troops of King Pingxi were the most powerful army of the Dadong Kingdom. Wu Sangui's own command ability was also the most outstanding in the Dadong Kingdom, and no one could surpass him.

Prince Hong Shiming just had just experienced the army and led his troops back to the rescue. How could he have surpassed the popular Wu Sangui?

Seeing this scene, Niu Jinxing felt that his eyes were getting darker, and the anger in his chest became more and more intense. He snorted coldly and stepped straight into the palace gate.

The chaos in the palace continued, as if the Ming army was striking the Shengjing. The eunuchs and palace people took advantage of the chaos and fled, and even deserters appeared among the imperial guards guarding the palace.

In the huge palace, the atmosphere was gloomy and it seemed that there was no vitality.

Niu Jinxing walked forward and saw that it was dark around him. The candles and braziers in the hall had been extinguished. Only at the end of the front of the hall was a little faint candlelight, swaying from time to time.

The candlelight shone on the imperial throne in the hall, and the old Hong Chengchou was sitting there.

The old emperor in his eighties was wearing a gorgeous dragon robe, a crown on his head, and a sword tightly in his hand, which was a sword symbolizing the supreme power of the Great Eastern Kingdom.

Hong Chengchou was a student of the European Pope. The Pope had a scepter, so he made a sword of the emperor, which was considered a combination of things and things.

"His Majesty!"

Niu Jinxing said angrily: "Wu Sangui's rebels are about to siege the city, and the city is in a mess. Why don't you react?"

Hong Chengchou raised his head, his face as haggard as a dead person, blue and gray, as if he was about to sit and melt.

He glanced at the old friend in front of him indifferently. No matter what, he never thought that this former bandit would become a good partner with him.

"The prince's army was defeated by Wang Fuchen."

After saying this calmly, Hong Chengchou's eyes were a little distracted and his voice seemed to have no vitality.

"What? That prince..." Niu Jinxing was shocked.

"Dead."

Hong Chengchou's tone was still calm, but full of despair.

He just got the news last night that Prince Hong Shiming led an army of 100,000 excitedly to go north to serve the king. Unexpectedly, he met Wu Sangui's vanguard general Wang Fuchen halfway and set up an ambush to intercept him.

Wang Fuchen, known as the "Living Lu Bu", led his troops to attack the Eastern Army camp. Prince Hong Shiming was shot into an arrow in the throat and died.

Prince Hong Shiming was killed and the 100,000 troops in the southern army were wiped out. Hong Chengchou lost his last life-saving straw.

Suddenly, his blue-gray face gradually became ferocious under the candlelight.

Hong Chengchou gritted his teeth and squeezed out his voice bit by bit: "I have fought to the east to establish a country to give all the trust of the four kings and eight dukes, and all the military affairs are handed over to them to dispatch, and they agree to all their requests..."

After coughing a few times, the muscles on Hong Chengchou's face twisted into a ball, but he continued to speak: "Everything I did is for this empire! It's their ungratefulness!"

Niu Jinxing listened to his weak breathing and sighed: "Your Majesty, you are too anxious. It is not like this to cut the vassal state..."

Hong Chengchou was stunned and suddenly laughed wildly: "It's too urgent? Do you think the prince can control them after I leave?"

Speaking of the prince who had just died, his voice weakened again and murmured: "All I want is this empire that can continue, but I didn't expect that I would become the king of the deceased country..."

Seeing his pitiful look, Niu Jinxing shook his head and said, "Not everyone is suitable for being an emperor. His fate is not strong enough. He either lives a short life or a country is destroyed. Alas, I miss Li Zicheng, who was Dashun and Dorgon of the Qing Dynasty..."

Hong Chengchou suddenly stood up from the imperial throne, clenched his fists, as if he wanted to break free, but soon, he plopped and fell back to the imperial throne.

He burst into tears and looked at Niu Jinxing: "Prime Minister, I have done everything I can do. I shouldn't be a king who has lost his country, are you right?"

Looking at the old brother in front of him who was on the verge of collapse, Niu Jinxing's heart was as if he was strangled.

He studied fortune-telling with Song Xiance for a few days, and the first time he saw the path, he had already passed. He and Hong Chengchou were both glorious and miserable in his later years.

Maybe this is the price of being a traitor.

Hong Chengchou was abolished in this life. Whether it was Wu Sangui's Great Zhou Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty far away from the ocean, later history books would definitely leave him a shame.

He was given a big hat of despicable despicable, rebelling against the Qing Dynasty, having no monarch or father, and being despicable and shameless, and he could not take it off no matter how he took it!

"Dong!Dong!Dong..."

The sound of cannons like muffled thunder came from afar, which was the sound of the rebels siegeing the city.
Chapter completed!