The first wind and rain drifted away

In the imperial city of Gyeonggi, in the middle of the night, the bleak moonlight disappeared, the wind filled the building, and the rain was coming.

The branches of flowers and trees danced in the wind, swaying, the dark clouds became thicker, and the old branches of the dead trees roared in the wind, as if venting the resentment in their hearts.

The candles flickering around in the imperial city are bright and extinguished, and they are bright and dark.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap in the sky, as if the sky was split, and the rain poured down. Slide through the glazed tiles, condense into a bead curtain, drip down from the dripping eaves, splash down under the corridor of the Qianqing Palace, and make a sound on the ground......

Outside the wide hall of the Qianqing Palace, two small yellow men stood on both sides of the door with dust in their hands, motionless.

In the hall, a young man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, standing up like a javelin, exuding arrogance and domineering all over his body.

The dragon on the costume dances in the clouds, the jade belt is tied, the jade is exquisitely matched, and the double dragon playing beads inlaid in the jade can be faintly seen.

He held the imperial case with both hands, wore a jade crown on his head, had a fair face, a pair of slightly narrow eyes, and was arrogant and unfeeling, looking around the palace blankly.

This person is the master of the present day, the master of the Ming Palace in the wind and rain - Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen.

Just, deity? It's a good feeling of twisting, what the fuck is this?

Is it ......?

That's right, it's something that's very popular nowadays, crossing.

Emperor Chongzhen worked day and night because he was worried about state affairs, and accidentally returned to the sky, and his body was occupied by a bright powder in later generations.

The traverser Ming Fan Lao Zhu, the name is not worth mentioning, and he is not a big man like two horses and one king, but an insignificant Chinese common man in later generations.

said that he was Lao Zhu, but he was actually not very old, but he was only in his thirties, and it stands to reason that he still has a few decades to live.

But this guy shouldn't be drunk and worried, and he should be an old driver when he is drunk and singing, but he is sad and mistakes the accelerator as a brake, and his life is over.

However, there is a saying, how can Seon lose his horse and know if he is blessed?

Mingfen Lao Zhu seems to belong to this situation now.

Lao Zhu's past is in deep words, this is a person with a story. In realistic terms, it's a bitter squeeze.

came out of a third-rate university, ran to do sales, and crawled in society, known as Xiao Zhu (little pig).

After a few years of mixed up, he became one of the earliest white bone spirits, with many titles of white-collar workers, backbones, and elites, plus he was bold and generous and willing to spend money, and advanced to Brother Zhu (Brother Pig).

After making money, I want to have higher and bigger development, I want to become a character of two horses and one king, and I want to earn a small goal of 100 million yuan first, but the result is sad, Brother Zhu becomes an old Zhu (old pig).

The conversion between the titles of Xiao Zhu, Brother Zhu, and Lao Zhu tells the old saying that people are warm and the world is cold.

In addition to being frustrated, Lao Zhu can only send his feelings to the historical online article.

Gradually, as he learned more and more, brushing away the deliberately hidden historical dust, he became a loyal fan.

It is not surprising to become a Ming fan, because Lao Zhu is a Han Chinese, a Chinese citizen, and the only country among the four ancient civilizations whose culture still has a long history.

So, he's proud, he's proud, there's nothing to say, the ass has already decided the head.

As for why in the vast river of history, why do you prefer Da Ming more, there are many reasons.

But the most important point is that throughout the Chinese dynasties, if it is said that the country is right, I am afraid that there is no one who is right.

Comrade Zhu Chongba, who was born in Fengyang, was a cloth cloth on the right side of Huai, set the world, and used the Tao to cut down the Tao, drive out the Tartars, restore China, rectify the internal governance, sweep the Mobei outside, and govern the Tang and Song dynasties.

It is to really save the building in the general, chase the Mengyuan in the north to win the world, continue the Han family's clothes, and recreate the land of China Shenzhou.

Otherwise, under the brutal rule of Meng Yuan, even if they were fourth-class citizens, the Han people would probably face the day of being killed and exterminated.

Based on this alone, Lao Zhu feels that it is enough!

At the beginning of May, when the night is as cool as water, a light single dress can hardly prevent the soak of coolness.

But for Lao Zhu, who gradually figured out his own situation, it was not bleak and cold, but fell into inexplicable restlessness.

A large amount of information poured into Chongzhen's mind when he returned to the west, Lao Zhu's eyes were first confused, then shocked, then a trace of sadness, and then the rest was ecstasy, laughing and cheering loudly.

"Haha...... Labor and management crossed the ...... Emperor Chongzhen...... May 9th of the eighth year of Chongzhen...... Okay, good...... Not seventeen years, and salvation...... Haha......"

The hissing and lung-rending laughter penetrated the wind and rain unscrupulously and resounded throughout the Qianqing Palace.

Life is rampant, don't wait for frustration and empty regrets!

A short and poor Ming Fan actually crossed over to Emperor Chongzhen and became the Ninety-Five Supreme, the master of the Ming Dynasty, how sour is this?

Crossing and rebirth, as long as the family is too good to be good, or too happy not to want it, otherwise, how many people are unwilling?

After all, who doesn't have regrets in life? Who wouldn't want to use their prescience to change their fate?

Especially for a bitter force like Lao Zhu.

Although Chongzhen has only reigned for seventeen years in history, and now it is Chongzhen's eight years, and theoretically it is less than nine years away from hanging on the southeast branch, Lao Zhu firmly believes that he and Daming can still be saved.

Confidence stems from two things: first, these are really difficult times.

Since the third year of Chongzhen, Daming has not been as good as a year. In the eighth year of Chongzhen, it was on the verge of basic collapse, but Daming still had many good cards to play.

Secondly, Lao Zhu feels that he is sensible, distinguishes between loyalty and treachery, knows the general trend, knows the world, and is knowledgeable......

Well, after talking so much nonsense, in fact, Lao Zhu is nothing more than the word crossing.

Also, crossing is originally the biggest golden finger, God is cheating, and other traversers are either a small soldier, or a showman is capable of turning the tide.

Lao Zhu felt that he was taller than all of them, the master of the Ming Dynasty, the emperor who was ordered by the sky, and he knew the Ming Dynasty somewhat, and there was no reason why he would lose to other traversers.

Of course, the traverser is not an immortal, he can control everything, and he can be invincible. After all, there are too many shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty, and there may also be failures.

But so what?

Heaven and earth are chessboards, and all beings are chess pieces! Don't want to be a chess piece, be a chess player! If you lose the chess, you will hang on the southeast branch! Chess wins, Da Ming shines through the ages!

That's all!

In the main hall, the touch of ambergris in the bronze crane smoker fills the air, if it smokes, it seems to be light, slowly enveloping the entire Qianqing Palace.

The vermilion imperial case is stacked like a mountain, the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are neatly placed, and the ink stains that have been sharpened in the inkstone are faintly drying.

The wolf in the hand of Ming Fan Lao Zhu was hanging high, his mind was rolling, his thoughts were mixed, he couldn't put pen to paper for a long time, and his demeanor was tangled.

He felt that since he had come to this world, he should always say something bold and inspirational.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes gradually became firm, he hung his pen and concentrated, and the words walked the dragon and snake, and he slowly wrote on the exquisite rice paper: all the past, but also look at the present.