On the tenth day of August in the tenth year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, the capital of Fengyang. There is also a faint smell of fireworks in the air, since the eighth year of Chongzhen, the thieves Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong have broken through Fengyang, although it has been two years, but the memory of the flames has remained in the memory of the people of Fengyang, so that until now, people's nasal cavities still have the smell of burnt burnt.

On the battlements of the corner tower of the Xihua Gate of the Imperial City, two faint figures are reflected.

Zhu Ping'an observed for a long time at the high wall of the forbidden wall not far from the foot of the imperial city, looking at the moon passing through the clouds overhead, it seemed that it was not yet time, and the sound of his partner chewing next to him seemed to be getting louder and louder.

Zhu Ping'an couldn't help sighing, "No injury, can you make a smaller sound of eating, this is the imperial city, do you have to bring the patrol of the Soldiers and Horses Division over to be willing?" ”

The moonlight fell softly, reflecting on Cao Wuxian's handsome and abnormal face, but the oiliness below the nose did not match this face, Cao Wuxian grinned, his white jade-like teeth glittered in the night, and in an instant, a chicken leg was stuffed into his mouth again.

Zhu Ping'an turned his head helplessly, his eyes still cast on the forbidden wall under his feet, but he asked, "No injury, do you have ideals?" ”

"Ideal, what is ideal?" Cao Wuxian's attention was all on the roast chicken in his hand, and he replied vaguely.

"Well...... that's what I want to do in the future!"

Cao Wuxian rarely put down the chicken leg, and suddenly a charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the appearance of this smile on his face always reminded Zhu Ping'an of a term in later generations - "beautiful man over flowers". But the answer of this beautiful man was shocking and tasteless.

"Having meat every day is what Xiao wants to do the most!"

Faced with such an answer, Zhu Ping'an could only bow his head wordlessly.

It has been a year since he came to this era, and Zhu Ping'an has slowly adapted from the horror when he first came to this era of no mobile phones, no computers, and no flushing toilets. It's just that I never figured out how I was drunk at the wine table where I was entertaining my superiors, how could I come to this era of war in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties as soon as I opened my eyes.

As a college student who graduated from a history major and a young cadre who has struggled on the grassroots front for nearly ten years. Zhu Ping'an knows very well what the word "Chongzhen" means, which means that the Chinese nation will enter an era full of barbarism, slavery, and blood.

The ideal is a little too ethereal for Zhu Ping'an in his previous life, and it can also be said to be an extreme philistine, nothing more than a promotion and fortune bag** or something. It's a pity that until the crossing, Zhu Ping'an has never touched the ideal hair.

But after the crossing, perhaps it is Zhu Ping'an's simplicity, generosity, loyalty and filial piety in this life have been deeply engraved into the soul, even if Zhu Ping'an is sleek, cunning and careful in the later generations, it can no longer stop the two souls from being tightly entangled, slowly merging and intersecting with each other, and finally becoming one.

This made Zhu Ping'an find that his ideal was much simpler, and the simplicity was outrageous. That is to live, to live with dignity, to live with the pride unique to the people of the Ming Dynasty.

There are still seven years left before the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, and this time is enough for Zhu Ping'an to find ways to strengthen his strength, not to mention, there is a prisoner who can help him in the high wall not far ahead.

"Lord Shizi, big dog, they have changed the guard!" Cao Wuxian's reminder interrupted Zhu Ping'an's thoughts. Zhu Ping'an had warned Cao Wuxian many times, but he still couldn't change this title, it seemed that this title could make him feel honored.

Look at the sky, it has already arrived, the high wall guards stationed in the forbidden wall have begun to rotate, a team of soldiers wearing simple iron armor has been handed over, and a tall man dressed in a small flag holds a lantern in his hand, and shakes a few times in the direction of the imperial city wall where Zhu Ping'an and the two are invisible, and then stands still in front of the gate of the high wall.

Zhu Ping'an tightened the package on his back again, and Cao Wuxian sucked the chicken leg bones again with some unwillingness, until there was no trace of meat crumbs on it, and then he reluctantly threw it away.

Zhu Ping'an slowly slid down the city head along the rope tied in advance, while Cao Wuxian simply grabbed a rope and jumped down from the city, his clothes were blown up by the wind, looking extremely elegant, his toes tapped a few times on the city wall, and his body had fallen steadily in the imperial city.

"Dead eunuchs, they know how to show off their light skills!" Zhu Ping'an muttered secretly.

The two came to the high wall, and the high wall guards at the gate did not squint, only the person who looked like a small flag just now turned sideways and nodded slightly at Zhu Ping'an in the dark.

Zhu Ping'an and Cao Wuxian took out the iron claws they had brought with them, climbed the wall, and entered the high wall smoothly.

The high wall of the forbidden wall is the place where the Ming clan imprisons crimes. These people have a collective name - the sinful sect. Once you enter the high wall, you will never see the light of day again for the rest of your life, which is also the most severe punishment for the children of the clan in the Ming court. When Chongzhen's eight-year rogue broke through Fengyang, he released all the sins that were imprisoned in it. As a result, within the current high walls, only one member of the clan is confined in it. He was imprisoned in the ninth year of Chongzhen.

This person is Zhu Ping'an's father in this life, Zhu Yujian, the king of the Ming and Tang dynasties who sealed Nanyang.

And Zhu Ping'an knows very well that his father will play a pivotal role in future history. Because he is the second emperor in the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty - Emperor Longwu, and the only emperor among the emperors of the Southern Ming Dynasty who can still be called some ability, but later died under the butcher's knife of the Qing army because of Zheng Zhilong's betrayal.

Tragic life, tragic family, tragic history, whenever Zhu Ping'an thinks of this, the bloody nature of Emperor Taizu buried in the depths of his blood can't help but be fierce and ready to erupt.

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies", the descendants of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty promised their original oath with their own qiē. Behind them, the Han nation collapsed, leaving behind only a dark history.

Now, he, Zhu Ping'an, has crossed over, how can he bear to watch this history happen in front of his eyes.

Manchu Tartars, thieves Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, Zheng Zhilong, and even Wu Sangui, these are all behemoths in front of Zhu Ping'an, to defeat them and let these heroes fall at their feet, Zhu Ping'an has a lot to do.

There were so many things that Zhu Ping'an was a little distracted for a while.

Seeing Zhu Ping'an's thoughtful appearance while running, Cao Wuxian couldn't help but be a little worried, but he still didn't ask. From a year ago, he found that his friend and future master, who had grown up together, would often be in a daze, and that worried but confident look often gave him a strange strangeness.

Zhu Yujian's detention place is in the northwest corner of the high wall, and only here is the dim light in the entire high wall. Usually few people come, in order to avoid contact with the outside world, even the four gates of the high wall are tightly locked, and only the subordinates of Lu Jiude, the eunuch of Fengyang Town, and Shi Yingzhao, the eunuch of Huangling Town, have the right to enter, and are responsible for delivering two meals a day to Zhu Yujian and his wife.

Zhu Ping'an and Cao Wuxian climbed over the wall and entered, and someone had already greeted them in the dark. "Dalang, is that you?"

The person who came was an old eunuch with a white beard, and it was Zou Jing, the chief eunuch who was serving in front of Zhu Yujian, the king of the Tang Dynasty, and his wife.

Zhu Ping'an helped him, "Father-in-law Zou, how are the princes and princesses?" ”

Zou Jing almost shed tears, "Shi Yingzhao framed the prince and punished him with locks, the prince, the prince, the injury is not light!" ”

Zhu Ping'an raised his eyebrows, "Shi Yingzhao, how dare he do this to the prince, after all, the prince is a descendant of the Heavenly Family, and he wants to interrogate his own Zongren Mansion to ask, how can he get him, the eunuch guarding the imperial tomb!" ”

Zou Jing's face was full of tears, and he couldn't say a complete word, so Zhu Ping'an simply asked him to report for himself.

The main hall was empty, but only the few houses in the courtyard were still intact. In early autumn, the weather is already a little cool in the evening. There was a crumbling wooden bed in the room, but it was still only covered with two thin quilts. A middle-aged man sits on the edge of his bed, while a woman cleans bruises and wounds from his wrists and ankles.

Zhu Ping'an walked into the main hall with his head down, and the middle-aged man immediately withdrew his wrist, straightened his back, and opened his eyes to look at him, although there was pain in his eyes, he forcibly covered it up.

Dressed in a shabby white robe, his hair is a little scattered, obviously he is only in his thirties, but his temples have shown frost color, and there is a stubbornness and style that cannot be concealed between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. In the dim light, Zhu Ping'an secretly looked at his father in this world, Tang King Zhu Yujian.

In the ninth year of Chongzhen, Emperor Taiji, the Great Khan of the Later Jin State, who was entrenched outside the pass, officially called the emperor, changed the name of the country to "Qing", and sent the king of Doluo Wuying County Azig to lead the eight banner soldiers from the Xifeng Pass into the Kou Pass, Changping, Liangxiang, and Shunyi were lost one after another, and the Beijing division was shaken.

Emperor Chongzhen then ordered all localities to be in charge of kings and kings. Zhu Yujian, the king of Tang, asked for King Qin, but was rejected by the imperial court. After that, Zhu Yujian marched to Beijing with the palace guards, and was later denounced by local officials, and Emperor Chongzhen ordered him to return to the fiefdom. In November, the court decided that Zhu Yujian had left the fiefdom without permission, and issued an order to abolish him as a concubine and confine him within the high walls of Fengyang.

"Lord, princess, little Zhu Ping'an, see you!" Zhu Ping'an knelt down on his knees and saluted Zhu Yujian. Cao Wuxian also knelt down after him.

Zhu Yujian sighed faintly, waved his hand, and the woman on the side spoke, "Da Lang, this is not the palace, no need to be polite, get up!" ”

Zhu Ping'an got up, took off the burden on his back, and sent his hands to the hands of Princess Tang Zeng. "Niangniang, here is an ointment to invigorate blood and remove stasis, and there is some food!"

Zeng nodded and took it, but there was no trace of joy on his face, and his eyes looking at Zhu Ping'an still showed a trace of disdain and disgust.

"Mother, please remember to clean the ointment tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if the people who are caught by Shi Yingzhao are aware of it, they may bring trouble to the prince! Zhu Ping'an reminded in a whisper.

Zeng's eyes softened a little.

Zhu Yujian looked at Zhu Ping'an in front of him with some complexity. There was such a son on the eve of the year, and the shadow of the past had long since turned into dry bones in the grave, and only when I saw this son, I could vaguely remember the appearance of that woman. Thirteen years have passed since she died.

Zhu Yujian was suddenly very sure how correct his decision was back then. Zhu Ping'an was not allowed to enter the clan, and even the whole family thought that he was just a child of a family. After so many years, an illegitimate child has inadvertently grown into a fifteen-year-old boy today. It is precisely because of this that he did not go to prison with him, escaped the doom of being imprisoned within this high wall for life, and left a little blood for his own lineage.

"Peace, peace! Peace is a blessing! Zhu Yujian muttered to himself in his heart.

Zhu Ping'an just wanted to ask about Zhu Yujian's injury, but there was a sudden sound of chaotic footsteps outside the door, and Zou Jing ran in with a frightened face, "Lord, princess, it's not good, someone came to our courtyard!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of slamming the door sounded at the gate, and a sharp voice sounded, "Fence off the yard for our house, don't get away with one!" ”