On March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the sky was full of dark clouds, on the top of the Forbidden City, a middle-aged man with a cloak was half-sitting on the ground and writing hard, and after a while, he dropped the imperial pen in his hand, and looked up to the sky and roared.

The sound was so desolate that even the heavens seemed to be moved, and from the thick dark clouds, there was a rumbling thunder. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Your Majesty......"

Beside him stood an old man dressed as a eunuch, who gently brushed the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuffs, and his lips trembled slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man with his hair is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youzhen, he turned around and looked into the city, from the top of the Long Live Mountain, you can have a clear bird's-eye view of the entire Beijing city, the capital of the Ming Dynasty has been full of smoke at this time, the flames are soaring to the sky, shouting and killing, screaming endlessly, like purgatory on earth.

"I am a faint king, but it is a pity that the people have suffered from swords."

Zhu Youzhen's face was full of pain, although he was only thirty-four years old, but his hard work day and night had made almost all of his temples white.

The eunuch beside him, he hesitated again and again, and then he opened his mouth to persuade,

"Your Majesty, it's not your fault, you're Mingjun......"

Zhu Youzhen smiled bitterly,

"Will Mingjun destroy the foundation of his ancestors? I don't have the knowledge to know people, I don't have the ability to use people, so I have fallen to such a point, and now I can only die in society. ”

"Cheng'en, let's see me off for the last time."

This old eunuch was Wang Chengen, the eunuch of the celebrant eunuch, and when he heard this, he hurriedly knelt down and cried bitterly,

"Your Majesty, you have killed the old slave."

Zhu Youzhen shook his head, and a faint warmth appeared on his gloomy face,

"When I was in the palace, you served by my side, I have long regarded you as a family member, and now that the country is ruined, you are the only one by my side, now don't divide any dignity and humility, accompany me on the last journey."

Wang Chengen was moved by the old tears, he fell on the ground and kowtowed three times, and then put his dry hand on Zhu Youzhen's outstretched hand, and the two walked along the mountain road and helped each other to a begonia tree.

The three-foot white silk was wrapped around the branches, and Zhu Youzhen, with the help of Wang Chengen, put his neck in the ring made of white silk.

The old furrow on Wang Chengen's face was all filled with tears at this time, and he shouted loudly,

"Your Majesty, you go first, and then the old slave will go down and continue to serve you."

As he spoke, he let go of the arms that were holding Zhu Youzhen.

Zhu Youzhen immediately felt that his feet were empty, and his neck was suddenly tightened......

……

"Wait a minute!"

Zhu Youzhen was in a trance, he heard a shout like thunder, and at the same time he felt his neck loosen, and the whole person fell twice from mid-air and fell on the fallen leaves under the tree.

"Your Majesty......" Wang Chengen hurriedly went over to help.

Zhu Youzhen coughed a few times, looked down, and it turned out to be the thick begonia branch with the mouth of the bowl, and somehow it was broken from the root.

At this moment, on the winding mountain road, a brocade guard in a flying fish suit ran up panting, he was about twenty years old, he looked quite energetic, and shouted as he ran,

"Wait a minute...... Don't die just yet...... ”

Zhu Youzhen was stunned for a moment when he saw the comer, and then his face showed surprise, and he hurriedly asked,

"Did the thieves retreat?"

The brocade guard ran in a hurry, and after standing still, he took a few deep breaths before replying,

"Are you dreaming? How can it be? ”

Hearing this, Zhu Youzhen was slightly moved, and before he could speak, Wang Chengen, who had been standing beside him with his head down, shouted loudly,

"Bold dog minion, when you see today's saint, you don't kneel down immediately, and you dare to speak wildly, angering Long Yan, come here!"

“……”

Without the usual response, Wang Chengen realized that his master was now alone, and his entourage was only himself.

Zhu Youzhen waved his hand and sighed,

"That's it, this time is different from the past, the Ming Dynasty has reached such a point, and there are still people who come to accompany me to martyr the country, and I will pardon him for his innocence."

"Cheng En, also give him a white silk."

The young brocade guard snorted and laughed,

"You have a brain injury, who will come to die with you!"

"Presumptuous!"

Wang Chengen's whole body was shaking angrily, and the gray beard seemed to be about to come upside down, when the Holy King came to the Great Treasure, what a majestic manner, and now a small brocade guard dared to shout and drink to the Holy Shang, it was really a tiger falling in Pingyang and being bullied by dogs.

The young Jinyiwei did not pay attention to the old eunuch, but turned his gaze to Zhu Youzhen,

"Zhou Jielun, can you stop acting!"

Zhu Youzhen's expression changed slightly, but he immediately pretended to be angry again, and reprimanded,

"I don't know what to say, I am today's son, and I don't know what Zhou Jielun is called."

The young brocade guard also did not argue with each other, took out a palm-sized crystal from his arms, and then pressed it a few times, the colored light on the crystal flashed, and a lot of words appeared in rows.

Wang Chengen, who was on the side, widened his glasses, staring intently at the magical transparent object, as the personal eunuch of the supreme ruler of the Ming Empire, he had seen countless antiques and treasures, and this thing in front of him was obviously not a mundane thing.

This...... Isn't that some kind of treasure?

Thinking of the casual attitude of this "brocade guard", he can't help but think about it.

Could it be that the person in front of him was changed by an immortal?

Are you here to help the Holy One through the crisis?

The Holy One is really a true dragon!

……

But what the young brocade guard said next proved that Wang Chengen was thinking too much.

"Zhou Jielun, male, twenty-four years old, a lover of Ming history, died suddenly on April 11, 2016 while playing the online game "Daming Jiangshan" at home all night, and traveled to Zhu Youzhen of Chongzhen for 14 years after his death."

After reading it, he raised his head and looked at the other party with a smile.

And Zhu Youzhen's face suddenly changed greatly, and he raised his finger to the other party in a panic, and his expression was no longer as calm and calm as just now.

"You...... Who are you, how do you know about me. “

The young brocade guard shook his head and asked,

"Is it your first time crossing?"

Zhu Youzhen asked in surprise,

"What the first time, the second time, can you still cross many times?"

The young brocade guard tapped his fingers on the glass, and instead of answering his question, he continued to ask,

"In the fourteenth year of Chongzhen, it was you who issued a secret decree and ordered Hong Chengchou and other eight general soldiers to fight and defend step by step, not lightly?"

Zhu Youzhen nodded blankly, full of questions,

"Yes, if the offensive plan is deployed in this way, Jinzhou may not be lost, Hong Chengchou will not be cleared, and there is still hope for the Ming Dynasty, but in the end, it is the same as in history, it seems that I overestimated the war command level of the ancients."

After getting the confirmation, the young brocade guard nodded on the screen again, and then asked,

"In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen, are you preparing to move the capital to Nanjing under the pretext of touring south?"

Zhu Youzhen nodded: "When Chongzhen was fifteen years old, the situation was not so bad, and moving the capital to Nanjing could still protect half of the Ming River." ”

The young brocade guard snorted and continued to ask,

In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, did you order Sun Chuanting to stick to Tongguan?

“…… Wait a minute! ”

The three questions in a row made Zhu Youzhen seem to understand something, and he was suddenly angry.

"I'll just say how every time you go against history, act carefully again and again, the final result is still as bad as in history, I originally thought that history could not be changed, and it was automatically corrected to the original trajectory, but now it seems that you are playing ghosts!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Youzhen's eyes showed a fierce light, and he rushed towards the young brocade guard like crazy, and roared in his mouth,

"Do you know how hard the emperor has worked in the past three years, for the sake of Zhongxing Daming, and now everything is ruined by you, you bastard, traitor, lackey, traitor......"

The young brocade guard snorted, unhurriedly put the glass-like thing back into his arms, and then raised it and kicked it over.

Zhu Youzhen was in too much of a hurry to dodge, and he was directly kicked down by the other party on his lower abdomen, and the sharp pain from his stomach immediately made him kneel on the ground.

The young brocade guard took two steps forward, raised his finger and kept poking at his head, and reprimanded,

"Do you have a sense of historical responsibility, do you know how much impact these things you do will have on future generations?"

"Maybe even your parents, grandparents, and even your ancestors of the eighteenth generation will not be born again."

"I'm very busy with work, okay, you half-baked traversers, can you stop making trouble! If you fight for some anger and build an atomic bomb at the end of the Ming Dynasty, then it will not be my responsibility, okay? “

"Crossing through, wear your uncle!"

was scolded by the head and face, the traverser's mental defense finally collapsed, he actually fell on the ground and cried bitterly, usually accumulated those pressures, and all of them were released at this time in an instant,

"I died when I was only twenty-four years old on earth, and after crossing into this world, I thought that God had sent me to save the people.

"In order to live up to this opportunity to regenerate, turn the tide and help the building to fall, I work hard every day, but being an emperor's dog is as tired as hard, and I didn't even have time to enjoy the seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards, but I didn't expect it to fall to this point in the end, I am unwilling, unwilling!"

He clenched his fists and kept hitting the ground, and his white skin was cut by stones and fallen leaves.

The cool wind of early spring swept up a few fallen leaves, making a rustling sound, and the bare branches on the trunk were dotted with a few buds that had just emerged, making it even more desolate.

Although Wang Chengen, who was on the side, didn't understand what the two of them were saying, his heart was like a knife, kneeling next to Zhu Youzhen, and he also cried bitterly.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body......"

The mountains and rivers are broken, the country is ruined, and the family is ruined, this situation and this scene can't help but make people sad from it, it is really sad for those who hear it, and those who listen to it cry.

"Can you die soon, I'm busy."

The young brocade guard looked at the time, looking a little helpless.

Grunt!

Zhu Youzhen didn't catch his breath, he almost turned his back on his breath, he raised his head and said angrily,

"Since you're in such a hurry to let me die, why did you ask me so much just now!"

The young Jinyi Wei was not angry, and replied calmly,

"I want to make sure that you did all the things that changed history, but it doesn't have to be."

"The main thing is that you died in the wrong place!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the tree next to him and said,

"That begonia tree with a crooked neck is the place where Chongzhen hanged himself in history, aren't you a lover of Ming history, why don't you even know this basic common sense?"

The corners of Zhu Youzhen's mouth twitched twice: "You didn't let me die just now, just because I died in the wrong place?" ”

The young brocade guard spread his hands: "Then what do you think?" ”

Zhu Youzhen: "......"

……

An hour later......

The young brocade guard wearing a flying fish suit appeared in a room in a building in the western suburbs of Tianjing, he stopped in front of a machine similar to an ATM, and then took out a crystal the size of a mobile phone from his arms, and shook it twice on the screen of the machine, and rows of text appeared on the LCD display in an instant.

"General Directorate of Anti-Historical Revision and Traversers"

"China Branch"

"Name: Yang Xing"

"Special Service Number: 86099"

Task ID: MC062830028375

"Time Travel: 17th year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, March 19"

"Crossing location: Beijing, Long Live Mountain."

"The traverser has been cleared, and the history has been corrected......"