March 19, 17th year of Chongzhen.

At this time, there was only one girl left by Chongzhen's side, and everyone else fled and died.

Wang Chengen was covered in injuries, stumbling into the palace with a bloody embroidered spring knife, and shouted to Chongzhen: "Your Majesty, the thieves have come in, go quickly..."

Chongzhen was frightened, he heard the killing sound outside the palace getting closer and closer, and sat on the dragon chair without moving.

Wang Chengen urged: "Your Majesty, let's go, it's too late to go." ”

Chongzhen suddenly said sharply: "Wang Chengen, I ordered you to give me a knife!" ”

Wang Chengen was taken aback, fell to his knees, and said with tears: "The emperor forgives his sins... The old slave couldn't do it. ”

The girl's face was resolute, if Chongzhen died, she would never live alone.

Wang Chengen put away the knife and said to the girl: "Quick, concubine, while the rebels haven't entered yet, take the emperor to the back, go quickly." ”

The girl came back to her senses and hurriedly pulled Chongzhen and walked towards the back of the palace.

Walking out of the palace, it was dark all around, there were corpses everywhere, and the air was full of the smell of blood.

The girl helped Chongzhen, and the three of them ran up the coal mountain panting.

Chongzhen sat on a big rock, leaning against a crooked-necked tree, looking at the sea of fire in the palace under the mountain, he couldn't help but feel more and more desperate: Is it that I have to be buried like this today? That's it, I'm tired, don't run...

Chongzhen thought that the mountain coal mountain at his feet was the ruins of the imperial city of the Yuan capital, and dying in this was also considered the reincarnation of heaven.

He said to the girl, "Sister, I'm thirsty, go and find me some water." ”

Ma Mi touched the sweat on her face, and she said obediently: "Oh, the slave will go now, the emperor will wait a minute." ”

After Ma Mi left, Chongzhen said: "Cheng'en, you will help me last time, and it will not be in vain for our master and servant." ”

After Chongzhen finished speaking, he tied the three-foot white silk to a crooked neck tree, and he was full of resentment and unwillingness, and stretched his neck in.

Wang Chengen trembled and moved a big stone to Chongzhen's feet, and then knelt on the ground, waiting for Chongzhen to breathe on the tree.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and struck the crooked-necked tree.

...

Wang Jian is a college student who is about to graduate from a third-rate university in Nanjing, and as usual, he is running around looking for a job, and many of his resumes have been lost. I had just attended a job fair that day, and I passed by Purple Mountain on the way back to the dormitory by bus. The ghost sent the god to get out of the car, and wanted to go to the Ming Tomb to go around and relieve the distress of running into walls everywhere.

Along the winding path of the imperial tomb, you will come to the "Sifang Castle". It is said to be a city, but in fact it is four walls, and the roof of the building has been destroyed in the war of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. Now there is only one "Monument of Divine Merit and Holy Virtue" left between heaven and earth.

Wang Jian was looking at the inscription in a daze, and suddenly, a lightning bolt struck the clear sky, and he was unconscious.

When Wang Jian woke up again, he was already on a barren mountain, and he heard a girl crying next to him in a daze.

"Uh, where is this?"

Wang Jian vaguely remembered that it seemed to have been struck by lightning, but his neck was red and painful.

He looked around and was startled, only to see a crooked neck tree behind him being struck by lightning and "zizi" smoking, but he was wearing a Ming Huang dragon robe, with hair to cover his face, and there was a suicide note written in blood next to him: "I have been on the pole for seventeen years, and the traitor is directly approaching the Beijing Division, although I am thin and virtuous, and the heavens are angry, causing the traitor to go straight to the Beijing Division, but all the ministers are mistakenly I am also killed, and I have no face to see the ancestors in the ground, so as to go to the crown, cover the face with the hair, let the thief split the corpse, and do not hurt the people." ”

Wang Jian shook his dizzy head, and he didn't know whether he was stunned by being hacked or hanged and stunned by lack of oxygen, and he couldn't believe which one was real.

It wasn't until Emperor Chongzhen's memories poured into his mind like a sea of water that he believed it exactly: I have crossed over!!

Seeing that Wang Jian woke up, the girl cried out and threw herself into his arms: "Your Majesty, please... The slave maid originally intended to serve the emperor for a lifetime! We can go incognito, find a place where no one knows, and live a peaceful life. Please, don't seek death any more. Woooooo

"God bless me! God bless me! An old man next to him also knelt around in surprise, crying while kneeling.

Wang Jian was stunned for a while, according to Chongzhen's memory, the girl who was crying in Wang Jian's arms was named Ma Miao, who was Qin Liangyu's granddaughter.

It wasn't until Li Zicheng broke through Beijing that she entered the palace to find Chongzhen.

Wang Jian couldn't help but sigh at the impermanence of fate, presumably this Chongzhen was struck by lightning before he died, otherwise he would not have been able to cross it.

Chongzhen was embarrassed to say: I am not the king of the dead country, but the ministers of the dead country.

Among the kings of the dead country, those who were in power for three or five months, and their lives were good for three or five years, and they shouted that the grievances were excusable, after all, they were in power for a short time, and they lacked the skills to return to heaven. You have been in power for 17 years, who is the one who is dead?

Wang Jian said disdainfully: Chongzhen is the first emperor in real history.

Wang Jian looked at the girl in her arms again, although she was overly sad and dusty, she couldn't hide her bright and moving face, there was a heroic spirit between her bright eyes and teeth, and her figure was also slender and well-proportioned.

"Uh, help me up."

Ma Yumei wiped the tears on her face, "Oh, the emperor hurry up, it's cold on the ground." After speaking, he got up and helped Wang Jian up.

Wang Jian stood up and found that Ma Xiaozhen was only a little shorter than him, you must know that according to the standards of later generations, Chongzhen is 1.75 meters tall.

"Wang Chengen, now that the Jingshi has been broken by the thieves, there are rebels everywhere, the Jingshi will definitely not be able to stay, but what is the best place to go?"

In this troubled world where he was unfamiliar with life, Wang Jian was at a loss for a while, so he had to imitate Chongzhen's tone to find out what he heard.

"Your Majesty, the old slave still has a few descendants outside Dong'an Gate, known as the Thirteen Taibao, all of whom are strong in martial arts, and can help His Majesty get out of the city." Wang Chengen calmed down his excitement and said.

"Your Majesty, the slave maid also has an uncle and brother stationed in Tianjin Sanwei, who must also be able to help us." Ma Mi was afraid that Wang Jian would not be able to think of looking for death, so she hurriedly said.

When Wang Jian heard it, he felt that his life might have been saved, which was not bad: it seemed that Chongzhen was not a broken household.

"Let's go, then."

Wang Jian turned his head to look at the crooked-necked tree that almost killed him, stepped forward and kicked it, patted the dust on his body again, and the three of them went down the mountain.

When he came to the foot of the mountain, Wang Chengen told Wang Jian to resign and contact the people of the East Factory, and made an appointment to meet in the corner tower of the East Gate in the evening.

Wang Jian found a dense forest and stripped off the dragon robe on his body, took off his shoes, rolled on the ground again, got dirt all over his body, and dressed up a little, looking like a homeless person running around.

As soon as I entered the city, I didn't go far when I heard someone say, "Stop, what are you doing?!" ”

With a loud shout, five people who didn't know whether they were soldiers or people surrounded the two, saying that they were people, and the tone of the investigation and the appearance of patrolling the streets were like soldiers, saying that they were soldiers, they were wearing tattered clothes, and the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands were also varied.

Wang Jian's heart tightened, pretended not to hear, and continued to walk forward.

But the people behind him didn't intend to let them go, and quickly surrounded them.

Wang Jian suddenly wailed in his heart: No, you can recognize this?!

"Who, what is this? How old is the little lady? ”

"The little lady is really handsome, does she have a husband's family? How about following your brothers? ”

A few **-looking people automatically ignored Wang Jian, and instead surrounded Ma Miao.

It turned out that it wasn't him who was exposed, but Ma Miao! Although her tattered clothes cover her peerless face, those slender legs are like fireflies in the dark, and they are still so outstanding!

This Nima ancient people also like long legs!

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is my distant cousin. Now that there are many wars, we have come to the capital to join our relatives. Wang Jian saw that the situation was not right, and immediately replied.

"Go, go, go, what's the matter with you." The leading ** pulled him aside.

"Since you don't have a mother-in-law, then the master will help you find one." After speaking, he grabbed Ma Miao's arm.

Wang Jian saw that Ma Mi was surrounded by **, and he was furious, knowing that no matter how much he hid, he couldn't hide, he couldn't care about the other party's large number of people, "Lao Tzu go to your immortals!" ”

He lifted a kick to a ** with his back to him, and the man stumbled twice and fell into a.

The other ** saw that they were still submissive to themselves just now, and they actually dared to make the first move, and they were messed up for a while.

Wang Jian naturally understands the truth of not doing anything, and making a dead move if he does it, and before a ** can react, he kicked his lower body fiercely, kicking him like a shrimp curled up and screaming "wow".

Taking advantage of this gap, Wang Jian hurriedly grabbed Ma Yan's hand and said, "Run!! ”

But he didn't run two steps earlier, and the ** who was kicked over by Wang Jian rushed over with a sword, he staggered and dodged, and the other ** was a knife to his head.

Although Wang Jian had fought a lot of battles before, it was bare-handed after all, compared to this battle in which the sword light and sword shadow took people's heads in an instant, he was still a little worried in his heart, and he couldn't help but react much slower.

"Oh my god, I'm really going to die this time." Wang Jian lamented inwardly.

Between the lightning and flint, I saw that the horse next to her made her arm like a knife at the arm of the **, only to hear the sound of "click" The bones were suddenly broken, and the knife lost control and turned around in the air, she raised a foot and kicked on the handle of the knife, and the knife flew to the side like a sharp arrow, nailing him to a tree.

The movement is done in one go, and the killing is like a beautiful dance.

Wang Jian was stunned: obedient, such a fierce girl.

Ma was embarrassed by Wang Jian, and smiled at him shyly.

The remaining ** saw that his four companions were either dead or injured in a flash, and he turned around and fled with a frightened scream.

"Stop him."

Ma Xiaomei immediately bent down and picked up a spear on the ground, and threw it at the ** who ran away, and the goods fell down with a "poof".

Maybe it was because of the internal strife in the capital for a day, and it was commonplace to fight with each other, and this small-scale battle did not attract anyone's attention, Wang Jian quickly took Ma Miao's little hand and left this place of right and wrong.

....

Dongxing Lou in the east of the city, is the most famous restaurant in Beijing, it is said that the chef in charge of the spoon is the imperial chef of the palace, because of the war to hide here, after the city is broken, Li Zicheng also held a grand celebration banquet here, the owner of the restaurant will tie up with him, so he does not dare to have ** to make trouble here, before the meal, the guests have been in an endless stream, there are those who take refuge, there are those who inquire about the news, and there are also those who ask for someone to do things and invite them.

There were still more than two hours before the evening, Wang Jian took Ma Miaomei over for dinner, first, to inquire about the information, and secondly, Ma Miaomei gave him too much surprise just now, and he needed to digest it urgently.

The two sat by the window, and Ma Xiaomei didn't eat much, they all watched Wang Jian eat.

"Sister-in-law, who did you learn your martial arts from? Eh, it's the kind that jumps very high and has a lot of strength. After being hungry for a day, Wang Jian asked while eating.

"Ancestral." Ma Mi was very curious why he asked this, because in her opinion, people in the world knew martial arts as a matter of course as eating and sleeping.

"And who is your ancestor?"

"The ancestor of the slave maid was originally a toast in the northwest of Xiangchuan, and the slave and maid learned the family tradition since childhood, and it is 'the wolf change'," Ma replied while serving him vegetables.

"What slaves, when there are no outsiders, we are ordinary people, and I will be called under a pseudonym... Well... Wang Jian is okay, you can call me Brother Jian, and I will call you Concubine, how about it? ”

Ma Miao's face blushed for a while and she didn't know how to respond, Wang Jian finally made her change her voice and call "Brother Jane" after spending a long time, and she also knew that it was difficult to change the concept of male superiority and inferiority of women in the ancients, so she could only imperceptibly and couldn't be in a hurry.

He asked again, "What kind of wolf is that, is it very powerful?" ”

"Well, it's the Heavenly Wolf Change," Lady Wai corrected happily, "There are seven layers in total, and the highest can enter the realm of kings." ”

"So how many levels have you reached?" Wang Jian asked curiously.

"The slave is stupid, and I have only practiced to the fifth layer," Ma said embarrassedly. "The slave's uncle has practiced to the sixth layer, and the most powerful is the slave's grandmother, who has practiced to the seventh layer of the king's realm, and is the first person in my clan in the past hundred years."

"However, because of physical reasons, my grandmother has been recuperating in her hometown and rarely goes out of Sichuan. Otherwise, if grandma is here, the thieves will not be allowed to break the city! Ma said indignantly.