The master of Qingyuan and Lin Daokuan sat opposite each other, he poured two glasses of wine, and bowed his hand to Lin Daokuan: "Thank you for the grace of the son for saving his life, please accept the old man's worship." He raised his glass and drank it down.

Lin Dao was waiting for a drink, and remembered that he had just woken up, and he was afraid that he would lose his temper, so he couldn't help but hesitate.

The owner of Qingyuan seemed to have realized: "The son is drunk and just woke up, so he doesn't dare to drink?" Don't get in the way, the sobering soup I drank just now is really kudzu root soup, which is an antidote to hangover. Don't hesitate. ”

"So, thank you, Master." After Lin Daokuan took a sip, he picked up the jade cup and drank it all, and sure enough, he didn't feel hurt after drinking.

The owner of Qingyuan diligently advised wine and food: "These wine and food, not ordinary things in the world, are extremely precious, and are very good for the child's body, and the son can drink and eat more." ”

Lin Daokuan sighed at the adventures of life, he had no special preference for wine and food, and after listening to the persuasion of the owner of Qingyuan, he toasted him more, and he was full of food and drink.

"Master, how can I go back?"

"Young Master Lin, old decay is not omnipotent, but with the fate of the son, there is no need to think much about it at this time."

After dinner, Xiaoyu tidied up the room, arranged for Lin Daokuan to rest, and then went out by himself. The master of Qingyuan entered the room and chatted with Lin Daokuan for a while, and asked Lin Daokuan about his current living situation.

Listening to Lin Daokuan talk about the difficulties of life and the predicament of Beijing, Qingyuan was willing to look at Lin Daokuan with a smile, nodded again, didn't say anything in the end, just said goodbye to Lin Daokuan, and left the room.

Lin Daokuan had such an adventure this day, coupled with fatigue, he planned to strip and go to bed, and he has always had the habit of lying in bed to reflect. Just as he was about to close the door, the owner of the garden came in again.

"Young Master Lin, the old man thanks Gongzi for saving his life, and I want to thank Gongzi for one or two things in return."

"Where, master, I am unintentional help, and I dare not have Master Lao."

"I'm not busy, I'll talk about this later."

The master of Qingyuan looked at Lin Daokuan with a smile again: "Young Master Lin, what do you think of the apprentice?" ”

Lin Daokuan was stunned for a moment, staring at the master of Qingyuan, his eyes full of doubts.

The owner of Qingyuan smiled lightly, his eyes were clear, and there was no obscenity.

"Master ......"

"Lin Gongzi, Taoism has the Taoist way of self-cultivation to help the world, and Gongzi doesn't have to worry about it. But Yu Gongzi has great benefits, and he will know it in the future. ”

“……”

"Childe, wait a minute." The master of Qingyuan came out.

Soon, Xiaoyu gently pushed the door, "Childe." With a soft shout, he was already infinitely shy, hanging his head, and he didn't dare to look at Lin Daokuan anymore, leaning against the door, neither entering nor retreating.

"Xiaoyu, you...... I ......" Lin Daokuan didn't know what to say, he was an honest gentleman, although he understood the intention of the master of Qingyuan and Xiaoyu to repay his kindness, but he couldn't say it directly, so he looked at Xiaoyu a few more times.

A pair of light and delicate embroidered shoes, a kind of shyness that does not retreat, a pair of black hair hanging down the shoulders waiting, a flower like a peach blossom soaring.

It's just too small, according to the concept of modern people, it should be a little Lori, but the physical development is good, exquisite, and there are mature curves.

"Xiaoyu is a disciple of the master of Qingyuan, there are not thousands of years, but also five hundred years, right?" Lin Daokuan thought in his heart.

"Male-son!" Hesitation, interrogation, anxiety, uneasiness.

People are waiting there, they can't hang it all the time, and it is the meaning of the owner of the Qingyuan, such an old man, "the elder is not wrong". Lin Daokuan finally convinced himself.

"Light rain, where is the lamp? Why do you turn off the lights? ”

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and smiled: "It turns out that the son is shy?" Then he took out a white cloth from his sleeve and covered it to the corner of the wall, and the room was suddenly dark, and only the light rain was heard knocking on the door......

There are many birds in the mountains. The unnamed bird's call woke Lin Daokuan. When he opened his eyes, Xiaoyu was still lying sideways in his arms, his left hand hooking his waist. The morning light filtered in through the windows, and the fresh air from the top of the mountain diffused in front of the bed. No, it's the fragrance, the fragrance of a woman, the fragrance of a light rain.

Lin Daokuan was startled, he gently moved Xiaoyu's arm, wanting to get out of bed and get dressed. Xiaoyu woke up and saw the bodies of the two...... She lowered her head, quickly put on her clothes and pants, and rushed directly to the door, waiting until her body was completely outside the door, she turned around again, glanced at Lin Daokuan, and didn't like it......

After noon, the owner of Qingyuan bid farewell to Lin Daokuan: "Lin Gongzi, you go along this avenue, twenty miles later, there is a pavilion, you can take a rest here, and open the letter given by the old man, here a qiē will understand......"

"Yes, Master." Lin Daokuan was ignorant, since people had issued an eviction order, there was no reason for him to stay any longer, but Xiaoyu ......

Xiaoyu did not come to see him off.

"Xiaoyu, go back! You only have a one-night fate, you can't force it, you must know that there is a way in your home. If you have lost ten years of cultivation, you should repay the benefactor of the teacher, and the teacher will help you in your cultivation again. The owner of Qingyuan had a calm face and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Don't dare, Master, Xiaoyu will go back." Xiaoyu hid in a jungle, staring around, but the master saw through the mystery, so he had to drag his heavy steps, turn back three times in one step, and return dying.

Lin Daokuan went down the mountain road, there was no one all the way, and it was surprisingly quiet, until the pavilion, there was no one to see. As the sky grew darker, he remembered the words of the master of Qingyuan, so he opened the envelope.

"Lin Gongzi, thank you again for saving your life.

"I'm sorry, you can't go back."

Lin Daokuan was taken aback, but he had no choice but to continue to read the letter.

"Last night, the old man should give you two things, one is to give you a hundred years of wealth. But there are also risks, and it is necessary to know that wealth and wealth are sought in danger.

"Looking back, it's been 400 years, and I'll give you a memory of your predecessor.

"Tea, wine, and food are not owned by the world, but they are also your fate. Although you can't live forever like me, you can't talk about ordinary people.

"Xiaoyu is my disciple, and the Taoist has no colorless thoughts, just to help you. From now on, you have Taoist merit in your body. In extraordinary times and chaotic times, it is difficult to protect oneself without reactive power. This is the internal strength, and the letter is attached to the book, which is the external strength, and it is advisable to practice diligently to protect oneself.

"Xiaoyu Dao's family, Taoism has a way, don't worry about it.

"After this is gone, do not look back; Even if you turn back, you won't be able to reach the top; Even if you climb the peak, you won't be able to find Qingyuan. A qiē is destined.

"Although you have Taoist merits, you are not a Taoist person, so you don't have to keep the Tao. It is advisable to take the thoughts of ordinary people to make contributions and benefit China.

Lin Daokuan suddenly staggered out of the pavilion like a dream, and the sky was completely dark. He looked around blankly, not knowing where the road was.

Unconsciously tripped on a raised stone, he fell down, and his eyes were pitch black......

…………

"King Xin? Tu Wenfu? He meditated in his heart, his mind gradually opened, and the memory of his predecessor slowly recovered.

King Xin was Zhu Youzhen, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

It seems that he is not the emperor yet, but still believes in the king.

Memories are flooding.

When he was five years old, his biological mother died, and he was raised by Xi Li, who was very mean and busy competing for favor, and had no intention of caring about himself at all, until his brother Zhu Youxiao became the emperor and transferred himself to Dong Li, that is, Concubine Zhuang to raise. Concubine Zhuang herself has no children, which is good to herself, but Concubine Zhuang has died of depression under the persecution of the eunuchs.

……

Three days ago, when he went hunting, his mount was hit by Tu Wenfu's horse, and he fell off his horse and fell to the ground.

Wan'er is a high-ranking palace maid in the Xinwang Mansion, her own roommate, with a quiet personality, not easy to compete, and capable of doing things......

Thinking that Daming was about to die in the country, Lin Daokuan was shocked into a cold sweat in his heart, why did Daming die? It seems to be a system, ** has reached the bones.

The Ming Dynasty is nearing the end, but Zhu Youzhen is a rare good emperor, is it suitable for him to occupy his body? It seems that he is powerless to change, and it seems that he is still willing to return to the city that has not fully accepted him to fight.

suddenly remembered the letter from the owner of Qingyuan: You can't go back.

This fate is predestined.

Qingyuan is really this person, if you let me cross, then be a prince of peace and happiness, with endless mountain delicacies, endless silver dollars, endless beauties, and inexhaustible privileges. How did you cross over into such an unlucky prince?

It's far away, let's stop the demise of the Ming Dynasty! At least delay the collapse of the Ming Dynasty, and he can't hang himself in Wanshou Mountain.

Why did Da Ming die?

Manchu Qing entry.

It seems that they are still called Jin, they themselves are called Dajin, and the Han people are called Houjin, and they are Jurchens from Jianzhou in eastern Liaodong.

Is Wu Sangui still in Shanhaiguan?

The peasant uprising, Gao Yingxiang, Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, these peasant uprising leaders from Shaanxi, were the direct cause of the demise of the Ming Dynasty. When Daming went all out to fight against the northern nomads, these own people, in the heart of Daming, gave Daming the most fatal knife.

What if the Great Shun or the Great Nishi regime were allowed to win the Central Plains?

No, never. When these people are in power, they only change the dynasty, they will only rewrite the name of the emperor, and they will only make China's history one more reincarnation, just reincarnation, no progress.

Then you must prevent them from capturing Beijing.

It is now the fifth year of the Apocalypse, that is, in 1625 AD, and it is not far from the peasant uprising in Shaanxi.

Time is pressing, the responsibility of history is too heavy, can you afford it?

Lin Daokuan's head was getting bigger and bigger, so he simply did it.

Hearing the sound, Wan'er floated over like a gust of wind.

"Your Highness is awake." The voice is gentle, and the person is as good as the name suggests. "The medicine is decoctioned, Your Highness, drink the medicine first?"

"Well, bring it up." Lin Daokuan knew that if he didn't drink medicine, he would definitely have to be honest, so it was better to be a letter king.

When he reached out to take the bowl, Wan'er twisted his body, turned sideways, and let Lin Daokuan's hand go, "Your Highness's body hasn't recovered yet, let Wan'er do it for you." ”

You don't have to do it yourself to drink medicine? No wonder some people say that being sick is sometimes a pleasure, and if you don't have injuries or illnesses for a lifetime, it's really a big regret in life.

Wan'er scooped a spoonful of soup medicine with a small silver spoon, put it to her mouth first, and blew it gently, sure that it would not be hot, so she sent it to Lin Daokuan with the medicine bowl.

"Your Highness, the medicine is a little bitter, after drinking it, eat some shortbread."

Treat me like a child? But Lin Daokuan still felt Wan'er's concern. He nodded, his gaze staring directly at Wan'er's pink little face.

Wan'er was engrossed in feeding the medicine, and it wasn't until the medicine was finished that she found that there was a sword-like gaze shooting at her, a strange pity.

"Your Highness." Wan'er picked up the remnants of the medicine and slowly retreated, her tone was not annoyed, but there was a faint joy and satisfaction.

"Wan'er, what time is it?" His brain was running at a rapid pace, and Lin Daokuan felt confused, and he had forgotten about the operation of time.

"It's already time."

The Ming Dynasty did not have a 24-hour system, and Lin Daokuan calculated from the time of the child, and the unitary time was about five o'clock in the afternoon. I couldn't see the sunlight in the bedroom, and I thought it was already dark.

After a series of changes, Lin Daokuan gradually calmed down, and he couldn't return to the afterlife anyway.

"Wan'er, I'm hungry, you can get something to eat." Mechanical movements can temporarily pause the mind, just like the combination of work and rest advocated when reading. Lin Daokuan really wanted to forget about it for a while, so that his tense thinking could relax.

"Your Highness, wait a minute, it will be fine immediately." Hearing that Lin Daokuan had an appetite, Wan'er jumped up with joy.

The little girl is really capable, not long after she went out, a group of palace girls wore flowers and set up a table of dishes, all of which were light, which matched Lin Daokuan's appetite, and Wan'er at the end held a small bowl of gruel.

"Your Highness's body has just recovered, let's drink some porridge, it's better to be lighter."

Thinking about the master everywhere, there is no self at all, probably the fate of the palace maid, right?

Lin Daokuan looked at Wan'er, she had already walked over with a bowl in her hand, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed, Lin Daokuan naturally enjoyed the treatment of "opening your mouth for rice".

Wan'er only cares about food and daily life, regardless of miscellaneous labor. After the meal, Xiao Ning took a group of palace maids dressed differently to clean up the dishes.

Lin Daokuan stretched, feeling that his body had recovered. But the chaotic time and space need time to adjust.

"Your Highness, you've been in bed for two days, do you want to take a shower?" Half pleading and half concerning, just those eyes that can drip water, people can't refuse.

Lin Daokuan didn't want to refuse, he wanted to use the water in the palace to wash away the dirt of this late spring, wash away the difficulties in his head and the uneasiness in his heart, and from then on, he would be Zhu Youjian.