"Long live my emperor, long live, long live."

Yu Muhuai rubbed his eyes, listened to the deafening sounds around him, and saw the courtiers kneeling on the ground, and calmed down in a second.

She raised her hand upward, and a low, cold male voice came out of her throat.

"Flat."

"Your Majesty."

Yu Muhuai sat on the high imperial chair, raised his head slightly, and looked at the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty below, quite a sense of grandeur and arrogance overlooking all living beings.

She now had a sentence in her chest, like a little paw scratching her chest, that made her want to blurt it out.

So Yu Muhuai muttered in a very low voice.

"Look! This is what I have laid for you! ”

A fifty or sixty-year-old eunuch next to him bent down and asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, what did you say?" ”

Yu Muhuai waved his hand casually: "It's nothing." ”

......

The original owner's name is Wan Zhixin, the emperor of Cong State, known as Emperor Yonglong.

The previous emperor died at the age of 28, leaving no heirs, so he passed the throne to his younger brother, the current Yonglong Emperor - Wan Zhixin.

Wan Zhixin's biological mother is a concubine in the palace, and her status is extremely low, since he was born, he has never been favored by the former emperor, that is, his biological father, for more than ten years.

It can be said that Wan Zhixin has always been a marginal prince in the palace.

Such a little prince is not crooked, cynical, sickly, and dark, and psychopathic.

And he is also diligent and hardworking, learning through the past and present, knowledgeable and courteous, low-key and introverted.

It can be said that in the rather dirty and filthy harem at that time, there was an extremely valuable clear stream.

When Wan Zhixin was 15 years old, he was named King Huai by his brother, the previous emperor.

Wan Zhixin has never had any undue imagination about the throne, and his greatest wish in this life is to take his biological mother in the palace and live this life smoothly and peacefully.

But when he was 19 years old, he took over the throne of the first emperor and ascended the throne as emperor.

Since then, he has been doomed to a day of no more peace.

After Wan Zhixin ascended the throne, Cong's domestic and foreign troubles, wars, starvation, public grievances, natural and man-made disasters, and an endless stream of disasters have never stopped.

His long black hair grew white in a few years, and ten years later, Emperor Yonglong, who was only 29 years old, turned out to be full of silver hair.

In the past ten years, he eliminated the eunuch group headed by Ping Qinian, who had been entrenched in the court for many years and had controlled the government for decades.

Later, he rehabilitated several loyal ministers who had been suppressed by Ping Qinian, so they were unjustly imprisoned and tortured to death.

This move has won Wan Zhixin a lot of good reputation.

However, there was no eunuch party check and balance in the court, and the civilian-bureaucratic group sprung up and soon became unstoppable.

They named their group, the Humble Faith Party.

At this time, the civil official group is no longer the civil official group that was in charge of current affairs, revitalized the rule of officials, opened up the way of speech, and was honest and honest when the previous generations of kings were there.

They fought fiercely internally, constantly eliminating dissidents, and turning the court into a miasma. Over the years, it has caused great damage to the vitality of the country.

In the past, there were eunuchs, and from time to time they would share the same hatred and restrain each other.

Now that there are no eunuchs, they just want to fight each other to the death.

Many of these officials, on the surface, are honest and honest for the country and the people, but in fact they fill their pockets and collude with various forces, and their families are almost unable to let go of their wealth and grain.

But even so, when the common people encountered a famine and the enemy outside the Cong country could not pay their military salaries, they wore rotten robes to the court one after another, constantly crying poverty.

So Wan Zhixin has no way.

The people can't afford to eat, the army has no salaries and no food, and the court is corrupt.

The neighboring Jin State in the northwest is violently attacking, encroaching on the territory of the Cong State, which is an external threat.

There is also a force, which is both internal and external.

A large number of peasants, fed up with hunger and exorbitant taxes, rose up one after another.

This internal rebel force should have been an internal worry.

However, some of the leaders of the peasant army and the Jianguo were one in front of the other, one behind the other, one on the left and the other on the right, although they did not cooperate, but they were very tacitly flanking the Cong State, and together they became an external trouble.

The country of Cong suffered from the enemy on its back, and the court was treacherous and full of contradictions.

Wan Zhixin was exhausted and exhausted.

He had a sad face all day long, trying to make a good effort, but he was trapped in a small imperial chair in the Jinluan Palace, feeling that he couldn't breathe well and couldn't move.

After another three years, Wan Zhixin was 32 years old.

In this year, the leader of the peasant army proclaimed himself emperor, established the name of the country, and attacked the imperial city in the same year.

At this time, the army of the Jin Kingdom had also arrived outside the imperial city.

At this time when the country's life and death are at stake, some important officials of the court on weekdays only care about themselves, wanting to keep their lives and money, and they can't take care of the emperor at all.

Wan Zhixin was disheartened, and after giving poisoned wine to all the harem concubines, he also committed suicide by drinking.

Before he died, Wan Zhixin left a handwritten letter on the bookcase.

"I died, and I saw my ancestors in the ground without a face. Let the thief divide the corpse, and don't hurt a single person. ”

may be because Wan Zhixin is the emperor and has the air of an emperor.

After his death, his soul did not disperse for a long time, and still wandered in the world.

Wan Zhixin saw that some loyal ministers in the court, who were usually unknown, heard that the emperor committed suicide, and they all brought their wives and concubines and children to martyrdom.

He saw that some sesame petty officials who didn't even know their names before were thrown into the lake, hanged themselves, set themselves on fire, or wiped their necks.....

He saw that several generals were guarding the main gate of the imperial city - Zhenghao Gate, but in the end it was difficult to stop a million enemy troops, even though they were stabbed several times and cut to pieces, they never wanted to take a step back, and finally died under the door.

He saw that several ministers who had been scolded for pedantic, after the enemy army entered the city, removed their crowns, dressed in mourning clothes, and stood alone but resolutely in the place where they must pass into the city.

These people pointed at the noses of the enemy soldiers and scolded, all of which were the kind of scolding methods of literati who did not spit out dirty words, but every word was annoying, embarrassing and angry.

They were imprisoned by the enemy, and within three days all the relatives involved were found out, and then all of them were executed, and the ministers who scolded were killed alive in the downtown area.

He saw that his corpse was being randomly divided by the enemy soldiers who were the first to enter the palace, and they all wanted to snatch the most crucial head, or the largest body piece, to ask for merit.

These are the tragedies that took place in the Imperial City.

Then Wan Zhixin floated and floated to the outside of the imperial city.

He saw that Xizhou City was breached after desperately resisting for ninety-nine eighty-one days.

In these eighty-one days, Xizhou City gradually ran out of ammunition and food, and they gnawed on tree bark and ate soil, and even had to eat their compatriots who had died in battle.

They killed the enemy Sanyuan general, and the enemy army was furious, and after breaking the city, they slaughtered the soldiers and civilians of Xizhou City.