Jingshi, the Forbidden City.

In recent years, the weather has been abnormally strong, and it is already June, but the climate is still very cold.

In the middle of the night, the city of Beijing was already quiet, and there was no figure on the street, which looked particularly gloomy and desolate.

The main roads were guarded by soldiers, and occasionally there were night patrols to check for the sudden appearance of pedestrians, and paper lanterns, white or red, hung outside the gates of every house, dimly lit and swaying slightly in the breeze.

Recently, the north wind is always blowing, and the dust is flying, making people unable to open their eyes, and a large amount of sand and dust is swept into the air, and then smashed into the paper window, making a sighing sound.

Occasionally, some relatively large gravel will also be mixed in, and the paper on the window will be beaten into a sieve, and the heroine will be panicked and scolded inside.

We have experienced sandstorms before, but most of them were in winter, but this year's weather is abnormal.

Successive years of drought have led to a large reduction in vegetation and crop yields in the north, and the Tatars have twice entered the customs and ravaged the north of the Ming Kingdom, causing a large amount of land to be wasted, and more sand and dust are swept up by strong winds.

In the long corridor of the courtyard of the Forbidden City Palace, a slightly tired old eunuch walked slowly in front, followed by a team of eunuchs, some of them holding lanterns, and others holding dark yellow stone boxes in their hands, all of them with red faces.

The Forbidden City was already a bit gloomy, but now the atmosphere is abnormal, and the nights are even colder.

The old eunuch walked slowly, his face blank, oblivious to everything around him.

The group was like a ghost, walking with only a slight sound, passing through the long corridor and running directly to the Xinuan Pavilion of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

It was already late at night, but there was still light in the West Warm Pavilion, and soft light came out of it, shining a dim shadow in the clearing.

There were two Ouchi guards standing guard at the door, and the two eunuchs on the left and right sides were constantly looking around, and when they saw the old eunuch from a distance, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Boom!

A thing was suddenly thrown out of it, and it turned out to be a fold, and there was a red pen at the end of the fold, and a few words were vaguely written.

The guards at the door were already surprised, and one of the eunuchs hurriedly picked up the things, and after tidying up his heart, he rushed in with his head down.

The old eunuch didn't lift his eyelids, as if he was back in his own house, and walked in.

There is no luxurious decoration in the Xinuan Pavilion, not even furniture, except for a huge bookcase, there are only a few embroidered piers left, which seem to be for others to use.

Behind the bookcase, a young man in a dragon robe frowned on, writing hard, completely immersed in his own world, oblivious to his surroundings.

He is not very old, and his face is only in his 20s, but he is obviously a little old-fashioned, and there is a trace of gray hair between the two sides, this person is the Chongzhen Emperor who is known as the last Chongzhen, and now he has been outside for nearly 10 years.

I don't know what the emperor saw again, and the whole Rao mood was in a state of imminent explosion.

It seems to be constantly compressing, compressing again, just waiting to reach a critical point and explode directly.

It's cold outside, but the temperature inside the West Warm Pavilion is suitable, and the delicate stoves in the central guardrail have been maintaining the temperature in the Warm Pavilion.

This should have been a very comfortable temperature, but from the face of the true emperor, it looked a little too ruddy.

The old eunuch quietly walked to the emperor's side, he raised his head slightly, made a look, and the eunuchs who were waiting on the left and right sides hurriedly saluted, turned around and ran out.

The family knows that the emperor is moody, it is best to kill, the ministers are chopped like turnips, and after cutting batch after batch, the eunuchs around him are even more inappropriate, although they will not die if they are not careful, and the taste of being on the board is not good.

There is still a thick piece of fold on the bookcase, which is suppressed with heavy white jade, and the right side indicates that Luo Quanli is ready, and on the right side, there are two large frames that have been thrown in a mess.

Apparently all this is bullshit useless nonsense.

When the emperor looked at each piece, his expression was different, his brows were locked for a while, helpless, sometimes he gritted his teeth, and sometimes he shook his head and sighed.

The emperor is actually quite sad, especially in that period, he can only understand the world through twists and turns.

He doesn't have access to accurate information, and he doesn't have the concept of organizing data, so he can only judge by his own understanding of how much of what he writes is true and how much is false.

Every time I watch a recital, it's like playing psychological warfare.

Over the years, it's no wonder that it's not old and decrepit.

"Rubbish!"

"Bullshit!"

"I don't know what to say!"

"Money, money, you know you want money!"

encountered several bad things in a row, and the emperor's anger couldn't be suppressed, and every time he couldn't help but throw out the folds and scold them to relieve his hatred.

The old eunuch waited quietly for the emperor to get angry, and only after each time it was over, did he walk over, sorted out the scattered folds, and put them in a corner of the bookcase.

I don't know how long it took, when the emperor raised his head and threw a fold, Yu Guang finally saw the old eunuch.

The anger on his face gradually subsided, his hand slowly lowered, his expression gradually eased, and there was a bit of kindness in his eyes: "Big companion, you are here!" ”

This is not a simple title, as long as you are fully trusted by the emperor, and even play to the big partner, it is possible to be named this name.

Wang Chengen showed a trace of concern and said, "Your Majesty, it's late at night, let's eat something!"

"I don't have an appetite!"

The old eunuch knows the emperor's character, and the best thing is stubbornness, and the bad thing is to die to save face and suffer crimes.

At this time, he was needed to make decisions for the emperor, and the old eunuch stretched out his hand to beckon, and several eunuchs immediately sent the food box up.

The thing is very simple, just a bowl of porridge, pickles and a pancake.

Chongzhen's life is really hard, and he is also true, because he can save the money from his mouth, and he doesn't look at how big his belly is.

was brainwashed by a mouth full of moral articles, thinking that the Huang family has set an example, and the people below can go up and down, he only thinks about saving silver, but never wants to be named, can this thing be saved?

Those names that have been saved from the mouth are probably put into the minister's pocket when they turn around.

Smelling the fragrance of food, the emperor couldn't help it, he was indeed hungry, and the review and emotion were very emotional, and the physical consumption was extremely high.

In front of Wang Chengen, he doesn't have to put on a shelf of saints, and he naturally reaches out to get it if he wants to eat.