It was late autumn, early in the morning, the north wind blew, the dead leaves fell, the city was bleak, the streets were rarely seen, but the Imperial City and the Forbidden City were different from the past.

Flags are displayed on the Chengtian Gate, and there is a sound of hunting; the ceremonial guards on both sides of the noon gate are solemn, and Zhuang Ya is solemn. The flag bearer guard, Jiyang guard, Jeju guard, government military guard, tiger right guard, Jinwu avant-garde, Yanshan avant-garde, Yulin former guard soldiers have bright armor and majestic armor. The civil and military officials wore full costumes and were arranged by rank.

Inside the Huangji Gate, the guards dressed in blue and yellow dragged sa line in the east and west of the Dan Majesty, the front of the Wenlou and the Wulou were neatly carried, and then the warden specially selected war horses with the same coat color and posture for the pastoral officials, and nine trained tigers and leopards were firmly fixed by iron chains.

Suddenly, the drums sounded in unison, and four officials in Chinese costumes led a young man through the Huangji Gate and slowly walked to His Majesty Dan.

The man is of medium stature, with a slightly dark complexion, a beard under the chin, small eyes, and a delicate complexion. I don't know if I was shocked by this grand scene or if I was wooden by nature, my eyes were a little sloppy, and I was a little lacking in spirit.

But his dress is very different, wearing a nine crowns, wearing nine chapters of gowns, a black robe, a plain yarn in the middle, four chapters covering the knees, a large belt with Zhu Yuan, red socks and a red hand, and holding a jade gui.

"Yes...... "One of the four officials in Chinese costumes shouted loudly, loud and long.

"Kneel ......" A similar shout came from the Imperial Palace, and the young man immediately knelt down upright, his face was expressionless, his head was slightly lowered, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when his knees touched the green bricks.

"The eldest son of the emperor, Luo, is the crown prince!" someone in the hall recited aloud, and the young man leaned over and kowtowed, and slowly stood up.

"Biography...... System...... ......With this chant, four officials in Chinese costumes stepped forward, and the prince Luo slowly ascended from the east side of His Majesty Dan, and finally entered the Imperial Palace through the east gate.

"Kneel ......" walked to the throne, and someone shouted again, and Prince Luo immediately knelt down.

This time the kneeling time was relatively long, and someone next to the throne held the treasure book to read it word by word, and after reading it, he handed it to the red-robed old man standing next to him. The old man looked to be sixty or seventy years old, and when he walked up to the young man, he knelt on his knees, held the treasure book in both hands, his expression was very solemn, and his eyes were full of expectation.

But Prince Luo's face was still that wooden, he took the treasure book in a proper manner, and then handed it to the internal official behind him in a proper manner, held high the jade gui and saluted the throne again, and then slowly walked out of the main hall under the guidance of the internal official, and solemnly bowed five times under His Majesty Dan.

At this time, the drum music suddenly sounded, and the internal officials carried the treasure pavilion containing the golden treasure book, and went out of the Huangji Gate under the eyes of the honor guard and the civil and military officials, and returned to the East Palace from the east side of the Huiji Gate. Next, Prince Luo will enter the middle palace to thank the queen, and then go to the temple to pay homage to the ancestors, and then officially become the crown prince.

This is a ceremony for the emperor to canonize the crown prince, which has been prepared since the beginning of the month, and was officially completed today after two rehearsals, announcing to the whole world that there is a successor to the dynasty!

At this time, it was the tenth day of the tenth month of the 29th year of Wanli (November 4, 1601), and the emperor Zhu Yijun was sitting on the throne of the Imperial Palace, a slightly chubby middle-aged man wearing twelve crowns and twelve chapters of gowns.

He is the third son of Ming Muzong Zhu Zaikun, named the prince at the age of five, and became the young son of heaven at the age of nine, with the year name Wanli, and has been sitting firmly on the emperor's throne for thirty-eight years.

The young man with a wooden demeanor, medium stature, and slightly dark skin was called Zhu Changluo, the eldest son of the Wanli Emperor. Compared with his father, who ascended to the emperor's throne early, his life seems to be more tortuous, and he has just become the crown prince at the age of nineteen.

In fact, he has not had a good time in the past 19 years, don't look at it as a dignified eldest son, but because his biological mother was born as a palace maid, he was snubbed everywhere in the palace. If it weren't for the fact that the current queen mother was also born as a palace maid and often spoke out to protect each other, it is estimated that she would not even have the opportunity to grow up.

Since Emperor Wanli's favorite concubine Zheng gave birth to his son Zhu Changxun fifteen years ago, his situation has been even more embarrassing, not only is he not liked by his father, but he has also faintly become an obstacle for his younger brother to go further.

According to the rules set by Ming Taizu, the first son of the prince is the eldest son, that is, the first son born to the queen. But the queen of Wanli did not give birth to a son, and it was the turn of the eldest son in order.

It is true that Zhu Changluo is the eldest son, but Emperor Wanli prefers the third son, Zhu Changxun, and does everything possible to drag the matter of Lichu not to do it. It was until Zhu Changluo was nineteen years old that he reluctantly nodded under the persuasion of the courtiers, the harem queen mother and the queen again and again.

Although they are father and son, the royal family has always been ruthless, and it is obviously not a good thing for a prime-aged emperor to grit his teeth and accept his fate. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves, and if this newly baked prince is caught by the emperor by a little mistake, his status may still be unsafe.

But Zhu Changluo couldn't control all this, let alone take the initiative to say that he didn't want to be the prince. In that way, not only will it not play the role of humility, but it will be abandoned by the courtiers and harems who have always supported it, and the consequences will be even more tragic.

In fact, he really doesn't want to be the crown prince, it's not hypocrisy, it's very clear about the direction of history. Zhu Changluo did become the fourteenth emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty, but he was poisoned to death after only 30 days of reign, and the temple name was Guangzong.

Listen, light, worthy of the name, has lived tremblingly for 38 years, and has been remembered for 19 years on the crown prince's throne, and finally boiled his father to death, and in the end, his butt was not hot and he left empty-handed. If you want nothing, Jingguang, I have to say that the ancients really knew how to name it.

If you want to ask Zhu Changluo why he knew what happened more than ten years later, there is only one explanation except for the ghosts and gods, he crossed over from the afterlife, and the category is soul piercing.

This body is still the emperor's eldest son, Zhu Changluo, but the soul has been occupied by a semi-professional time-traveler who is passively scurrying around in time and space hundreds of years later. This person's name is Hong Tao, the word peel, and the number of rats......

Eighteen years ago, he led the last wave of zombies to be surrounded by human forces in the Arctic Circle in Eastern Siberia, a full hundred years after the outbreak of zombie disease.

Humans gradually established more than ten countries under the threat of zombie herds, and several companions who commanded the zombie herd with him fell one after another in the large-scale counterattacks launched by humans.

"No matter who you are, find a better identity this time!" Seeing the bomber drop a string of incendiary bombs overhead, Hong Tao knew that another crossing was coming, but the goal was not clear.

He had a wish that he didn't want to be forced to start from scratch again. In addition to the fishermen, the first few times were ordinary people, and it was not easy to be a horse or a nest in the Song Dynasty. If you really can't stop crossing and can't control the destination, it's best to set the starting point a little higher, such as being rich and powerful.