"You mean, I'm the Emperor? It's the fifteenth day of the first month of the first year of the Apocalypse? A pale-faced young man looked at the eunuch who was kneeling on the ground and asked suspiciously.

"Back to the emperor, what the old slave said is true." The eunuch raised his head, two lines of tears running down his face. He wiped away his tears and choked up: "The emperor occasionally feels cold, his body is getting heavier and heavier, and the old slave's heart is like a knife, and he can't wait to suffer on behalf of the emperor." Now that the emperor is very good, the old slave is very happy in his heart. ”

Although he felt that after the emperor was sick, he seemed to have changed into another person, but Wei Zhongxian knew that the young man in front of him was his emperor.

The emperor has been sick for a few days, he has not left an inch, and now the emperor is in good health, but his thoughts seem to be confused, but it doesn't matter, as long as his body is better, this is very good. He used to be the eyes and ears of Concubine Li Kang, but the emperor still did not give up on himself, he really hoped that His Majesty would be good, otherwise what would he do if he was rich?

Zhu Youxiao is in a daze, has he crossed over? It's okay to dress as an ancient, but he has crossed over and become a short-lived ghost emperor - Zhu Youxiao!

As we all know, this Zhu Youxiao is a famous carpenter emperor in history, and he is also a well-known mediocre emperor, and many people do not have a good evaluation of him.

Zhu Youxiao knew that the greatest specialty of Emperor Tianqi was to do carpenter work, and he was really good at it, even to the point of being obsessed with carpenter work.

However, judging from his actions during his reign, it is really difficult for you to conclude that he is a good emperor or a bad emperor, and in fact, the emperor cannot distinguish between good and bad.

But this is the Emperor! I am the emperor of the country! Zhu Youxiao thought for a moment and then smiled with satisfaction.

But this smile was extremely mad in Wei Zhongxian's eyes. The Ming Dynasty lost two emperors in one year, if it ...... He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just hoped that his emperor would get better quickly, and stop showing a miserable smile and scaring people at every turn.

"You...... Ahem, ahem! Zhu Youzheng wanted to speak, but his throat suddenly itched, and he coughed violently, only to feel that he almost coughed out his lungs. Isn't that how the tuberculosis ghost in Xingye's movies plays? Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao felt a chill.

Wei Zhongxian hurriedly knelt down and moved forward for a short distance, handing over a bowl of warm potion that had already been left for a long time.

Zhu Youxiao looked at this bowl of black Chinese medicine and couldn't help frowning.

"Emperor, with plums in your mouth, it will be better." Wei Zhongxian smiled flatteringly, and out of nowhere in his left hand took out a small golden bowl with some candied plums in it.

For the sake of his body, Zhu Youxiao could only pinch his nose and pour this bitter decoction down. The flu that can kill the emperor must be very powerful, if you don't drink the medicine well, it is estimated that you will be "killed" in a few days, looking up at Wei Zhongxian, Zhu Youxiao smiled and said: "You have worked hard these days." ”

A bowl of decoction quickly bottomed out, Wei Zhongxian praised his emperor like a sycophant, and bent over and retreated.

As a traverser, Zhu Youxiao has been waiting for the arrival of the golden finger. I don't know why, maybe it's because of my frailty, the gold finger that should have been there has never appeared. Or perhaps, it's just that he has read too many novels, and maybe there is no golden finger in the real crossing.

He couldn't help but sigh heavily, and picked up another candied plum and threw it into his mouth. This plum is quite delicious, doesn't it smell like a golden finger that cares about it, and it becomes an emperor?

During these days of recuperation, Zhu Youxiao sat under the corridor wrapped in a fox fur and looked at the beautiful snow scene in the Forbidden City, and in his spare time, he was desperately searching for the history he had learned in his mind.

As for women or something, Zhu Youxiao didn't think about it, he was still a child, besides, the lessons ahead were not far away, he didn't dare to mess around, he didn't want to learn from his father like eight girls in one night, and he couldn't do it the next day.

The Ming Dynasty was a complex and contentious dynasty, with eunuch dictatorship, civil servants, and constant external troubles.

When it comes to the Apocalypse, there is only one thing that is most famous, and that is party strife.

The eunuch who served beside him turned out to be the notorious nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian in history.

His predecessor had wantonly promoted the Qizhejiang Chu Party, and allowed Wei Zhongxian to establish the Eunuch Party, and suppressed the Donglin Party promoted by his father, in fact, he had to admire the Donglin Party, these people really did a good job in the crown prince's speculation.

Whether it is his father or his younger brother behind him, the Donglin Party is really familiar with the issue of the crown prince, especially after his younger brother Chongzhen ascended the throne, the Donglin Party once again began the road to power.

These mouths full of benevolence, righteousness and morality in the Donglin Party make Chongzhen believe that all officials in the world read the books of sages and sages, and they are all good officials who are not corrupt.

But when the Manchu Qing Dynasty entered the customs, what were these ministers doing? They surrendered, collaborated with the enemy, and betrayed the country. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, party disputes almost became the main thing in the court, and it is more appropriate to say that it is a dispute over the ruling opinions, but in fact it is a dispute over one's own interests.

In his previous life, many people were debating whether to cut off Wei Zhongxian's head after crossing over, but Zhu Youxiao never thought about it that way.

Without Wei Zhongxian, who do you use? Someone from the outside court? The people of the Donglin Party?

Don't make a fuss, except for the eunuchs, you have nothing to rely on. Besides, isn't it good to have someone in front of you? You can be a carpenter emperor with peace of mind!

Wei Zhongxian can use it, but he can't use it like his predecessor, and he wants to make Wei Zhongxian a knife in his hand, not a nine thousand years old.

In Zhu Youxiao's memory, Daddy Taichang Emperor died a little unclear because of the Red Pill case. In this palace, oh no, it's this world, the Emperor of the Apocalypse is an emperor who only knows how to have fun, and there are a lot of people who want to seize power, and they are all staring at his every move.

If you make a mistake, what awaits you is an abyss. It's important to save your life first, my father's death is unknown, this is a lesson from the past!

Zhu Youxiao felt a little pain in his head, it seemed that for his future happiness and happiness, he had to do some homework and learn how to be a good emperor, otherwise he would inevitably follow the old path of history. He didn't really want to be a short-lived emperor!

"Emperor, it's time to go to court." The eunuch Chen Hong euphemistically used the court to remind Zhu Youxiao to pay attention to moderation. In the eyes of others, Zhu Youxiao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was immersed in the joy of carpentry all night.

Looking at the defective products in one place, Zhu Youxiao sighed lightly, even if he inherited the manual skills of the carpenter emperor, it was really not so simple to make that thing. He waved his hand, and a group of firefighters immediately came to clean up.

The sky was still dawning, and at this time, outside the Fengtian Gate, all the ministers of civil and military affairs stood in the gloom and waited quietly, accompanied only by the orange firelight that continued to sway with the north wind around them.

No one made any noise, no one made any small movements, they all stood motionless, as if frozen in place by the cold winter, and as if they were frozen in a certain moment in history.