Chapter 154: The Imminent Crisis of the Southern Ming
Peng Feng asked a few more questions and had already figured out three things.
First: The spiritual energy of heaven and earth disappeared more than sixty years ago, which means he has become the only martial artist in the world.
Second: The Manchu Qing have now occupied most of the Central Plains.
Third: At the Prince of Jin Residence in Lin’an City, his descendant, the eleventh-generation Prince of Jin, Peng Yi, has not surrendered to the enemy but is instead with the current Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming.
Good, my lineage of the Prince of Jin’s Residence is loyal and righteous through the generations. There are no traitors, and we will never surrender to the enemy.
Wait!
Peng Feng suddenly realized something.
From the series of questions just now, he has learned that it is now the year 1661 AD.
And in 1661 AD, a major event that affected the entire East occurred, which was the complete demise of the Southern Ming.
This matter has to be explained starting from 1658 AD.
In that year, Wu Sangui attacked Kunming City. Zhu Youlang, the Yongli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, seeing Wu Sangui’s great power, turned around and fled, and this time he fled to neighboring Myanmar for refuge.
The neighboring country of Myanmar agreed to take in this group of Southern Ming people, but on one condition: the people of the Southern Ming who enter cannot bring weapons.
This was originally a dangerous condition, but Emperor Yongli, Zhu Youlang, eager to escape, actually agreed to this point. In the end, a large group of ministers of the Southern Ming court threw away their weapons and went to Myanmar for refuge.
At the beginning, Myanmar was quite respectful to the suzerain state of the Southern Ming.
However, after Li Dingguo, the number one general under the Southern Ming, clashed with Wu Sangui and had only a few thousand troops left.
Myanmar finally revealed its ferocious face.
On August 12, 1661, Mang Bai, the king of Myanmar, sent a message to Zhu Youlang, the Yongli Emperor of the Southern Ming who had fled to Myanmar, asking him to cross the river the next day, drink cursed water, and swear an oath to establish friendship.
Zhu Youlang and some of his ministers all saw that there was a trap, but as guests in another’s land, they dared not refuse, so they had to order Grand Secretary Ma Jixiang, Minister Mu Tianbo, and some other civil and military officials to go to the appointment.
The next morning, Ma Jixiang and others arrived at the Burmese army’s camp under the tower and were immediately surrounded by three thousand Burmese soldiers. Mu Tianbo, seeing the change in circumstances, immediately drew his saber and resisted, but ultimately, due to being outnumbered, all 42 officials, large and small, were killed.
Then, three thousand Burmese troops rushed into the place where Emperor Yongli was staying, killing all his subordinates and then imprisoning the Yongli Emperor.
This event is historically known as the Curse Water Incident.
In December 1661, Myanmar handed over Emperor Yongli to Wu Sangui. He was escorted back to Kunming, Yunnan, and imprisoned in the former residence of Li Ben, the Earl of Chongxin, in Shienfang.
On April 14, 1662, Zhu Youlang was strangled to death with a bowstring by the Qing army at Bizi Slope in Kunming, and his family was escorted to Beijing. Wu Sangui was promoted to Prince for his meritorious service.
The Southern Ming was then officially destroyed.
It can be said that the Southern Ming was destroyed by the hands of Myanmar.
And now it is August of 1661, and this historical event that led to the demise of the Southern Ming, the Curse Water Incident, is about to happen.
Whether Zhu Youlang, the last emperor of the Southern Ming, lives or dies is not something he cares about.
But his tenth-generation grandson, Peng Yi, is also with Emperor Yongli, Zhu Youlang. If he doesn’t intervene, he will probably die in this Curse Water Incident.
Then, he will first go and save his tenth-generation grandson.
And then slaughter Wu Sangui.
Immediately, Peng Feng leaped up, flew into the sky, and flew straight towards Myanmar.
And this flight of Peng Feng’s startled the old man who had just talked with Peng Feng into a big jump: “Immortal, an immortal, a flying immortal. Could it be that the ancient legends that high-level martial artists can fly are true?”
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And at this time.
Beside the royal city of Ava in Myanmar.
Mang Bai, the king of Myanmar, ordered his three thousand soldiers to rush directly towards the bamboo city where the Southern Ming ministers were residing.
Bamboo city, well, it’s a city made of bamboo.
After Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming entered Myanmar, the Myanmar government did not allow these people of the Southern Ming to build a stone city, only a city made of bamboo.
And in front of the bamboo city, stood the ministers of the Southern Ming.
There was Grand Secretary Ma Jixiang.
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And Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo, well, this is the father of Mu Jianying in *The Deer and the Cauldron*.
And the eleventh-generation Prince of Jin, Peng Yi.
Of course, because these people of the Southern Ming court did not bring weapons into Myanmar, these ministers are now unarmed.
Among the ministers of the Southern Ming, the most prestigious is naturally Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo. After all, Mu Tianbo had previously been the commander of the two provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou and had the most dealings with Myanmar.
Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo shouted sternly: “Mang Bai, what do you mean?”
Mang Bai, the king of Myanmar, sneered: “What do I mean?”
He pointed behind him at the Burmese soldiers holding swords: “Duke of Qian, you are really old and confused. This king has made it so obvious, and you still can’t see what this king means.
Very well, I will tell you directly, this king is here to kill you.”
Duke of Qian Mu Tianbo shouted coldly: “You Myanmar are a vassal state of our Great Ming. As a vassal state, attacking the suzerain state is an act of insubordination.”
King Mang Bai of Myanmar, upon hearing this, couldn’t help but laugh: “Hahahaha, you Great Ming, still putting on the airs of a suzerain state. Take a look at whether you can still put them on? Now the world of Huaxia has fallen into the hands of the Manchu Qing.
Your Great Ming now has only two armies.
One is Li Dingguo’s army, which only has a few thousand people left.
The other is Zheng Chenggong’s army, but Zheng Chenggong is good at naval battles. When it comes to land battles, he is nothing.
Being so weak, you still want to put on the airs of a suzerain state. It’s laughable. Today, I will kill all of you ministers of the Southern Ming. Then, I will imprison your Yongli Emperor and send him to the Manchu Qing as a gift.”
“Kill them for me.”
The three thousand soldiers under his command immediately raised their swords and were about to charge forward.
And the Southern Ming side only had some ministers, and they were unarmed. They were absolutely no match for these soldiers.
If history were to unfold as it did, on this day, all these ministers of the Southern Ming would be killed.
And Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming would be imprisoned.
The Southern Ming would officially be destroyed.
At this critical moment.
A voice suddenly roared: “Stop for me!”
This voice seemed to have a magical power.
It caused the Burmese soldiers who were charging towards the Southern Ming ministers to stop involuntarily.
And almost everyone involuntarily looked towards the source of the voice.
Only to discover that, at some point, an additional person had appeared in the field.
This was a blue-robed middle-aged man, over one meter and nine in height, with a handsome face, firm lines, and a dignified demeanor. Behind this middle-aged man was a saber.
The young man stood with his hands behind his back, exuding an aura as if he were the heavens.
As if he were a god.
As if he could control everything.
Many of the people present had seen a lot of the world.
But they had absolutely never seen someone with such a god-like demeanor.
It was the eleventh-generation Prince of Jin, Peng Yi, who looked at this blue-robed man: “So familiar, where have I seen him before?”
“Wait, no way…” Peng Yi gasped.
“Prince of Jin, do you know this person?” said a Southern Ming official next to him.
