The two staggered up the mountain and saw Xia Xuan standing under a crooked tree at this time.

The sunset on the horizon, like the flames of the Forbidden City, burned the sky red.

At this time, the sharp-eyed old eunuch Wang Chengen saw Xia Xuan in strange costumes.

"Who is so bold?"

"Dare to disturb the holy car on this Jingshan, you should be killed!"

When he said this sentence again, Wang Chengen obviously had no confidence.

However, he stood up in front of Zhu Youzhen.

At the foot of the mountain there was Li Zicheng's peasant army.

At this time, the man in strange clothes who appeared on Jingshan did not know who it was.

A courtier's loyalty to the emperor is a lifetime.

As long as he still has his life, it is impossible to let the emperor be harmed in the slightest.

Even if you want to die, you must stand before the king.

This is vividly reflected in Wang Chengen!

Xia Xuan shook his head, looking at the two of them who looked like frightened birds, and felt sad in his heart.

Wang Chengen, Wang Chengen.

Unexpectedly, Li Zicheng forced the palace under the mountain, this Ming Dynasty, at the end, it turned out to be an old eunuch, guarding Chongzhen with his life.

When this Ming country was defeated, what a great favor he received!

At this moment, Chongzhen's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness.

Those eyes looked at Xia Xuan deadly.

The two looked at each other, as if they were separated from each other.

The current Chongzhen is shaped like a withered one, and the imperial crown belt is crooked, where is there still a little bit of the appearance of the emperor.

"My God, Chongzhen's eyes, I feel furious when I see it."

"yes, that's what an actor is."

"Li Zicheng forced the palace, Chongzhen fled to Jingshan in despair, knowing that he had no way to live, and finally hanged himself under the crooked neck old tree, he must be unwilling and scared in the end."

At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room is praising the screen, Chongzhen's acting skills are too good.

Through the screen, you can feel the panic, fear, and uneasiness.

Especially when looking at Xia Xuan, that feeling is vividly displayed.

"Oh my god, that's what it feels like, it's amazing."

"Now Xiao Xianrou, learn more, this is called an actor."

"If all the time-traveling dramas are filmed like this, why worry that no one will watch it."

In the picture, Xia Xuan and Chongzhen's eyes ended.

Looking at Xia Xuan, the down-and-out emperor finally asked.

"Who are you, and why are you here to stop me in my way?"

Xia Xuan came back to his senses this time, slowly walked up to the two of them, and bowed.

"Junior Xia Xuan, who has been here since three hundred and seventy-seven years later, has seen Emperor Chongzhen!"

Xia Xuan's eyes kept on Chongzhen, the down-and-out emperor who had just killed his wife and daughter and fled here in a hurry.

At close range, I felt the despair coming from Chongzhen's body, which completely enveloped Xia Xuan and the entire live broadcast room.

Even the audience in front of the screen felt what kind of powerless despair.

At this moment, Chongzhen did not have half of his popularity, he was completely complete, like a living dead.

Life is boring, death is unbearable!

At this time, the old eunuch Wang Chengen turned his head to look at Chongzhen behind him, his eyes were dull, his eyes were confused, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Or perhaps, if you don't think about anything, you simply lose hope of life.

"The old slave should die, let Your Majesty be frightened, the old slave should die!"

When Wang Chengen saw Chongzhen like this, he was so frightened that his knees "plopped" and knelt on the ground.

"It's the old slave's fault, the old slave immediately drove this person away, and I hope Your Majesty will calm his anger!"

As he spoke, he wiped a handful of tears and turned to look at Xia Xuan.

It seems that Wang Chengen's words woke up Chongzhen, who was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

At this moment, he slowly looked at Xia Xuan.

"Cheng'en, did this person just say that he came from the afterlife?"

"Back to Your Majesty, don't listen to this person's nonsense, there are people in this world who can come from the hereafter."

"The old slave is worried that he is here to murder His Majesty."

"The old slave is fighting with this person."

Saying that, Wang Chengen was about to start arresting Xia Xuan.

But this catch shocked the two.

Wang Chengen's hand passed through Xia Xuan's body at once.

He, didn't catch.

He looked at his hands in disbelief.

"No, it's impossible, Your Majesty, this person, this person is a demon, he knows the demon law, Your Majesty be careful."

At this moment, the eunuch Wang Chengen was obviously frightened.

From Li Zicheng forcing the palace, to watching the assassination of his wife and daughter again, and then seeing Xia Xuan, saying that he was from the next generation.

All of this, where it still feels like the real world.

At this moment, his mind had begun to be confused, and he preferred that it was a dream.

"Hahaha...... It seems that I must be tired today! ”

Suddenly, Chongzhen laughed, looked at Xia Xuan in front of him, and stepped forward.

And Wang Chengen on the side was obviously still a little scared, but he still protected Chongzhen.

I'm afraid he'll make a mistake.

"You said you're from the Hereafter?"

"Think I'm tired, whether it's a dream or a reality."

"I'm here to talk to you today."

At this moment, Chongzhen seemed to have regained some of his senses and said to Xia Xuan.

In his eyes, the breath of the emperor was recovering little by little.

In fact, from the moment Wang Chengen went to catch Xia Xuan just now, when he failed, Chongzhen had already believed Xia Xuan's words in his heart.

What kind of demon is there in this world?

At this time, I am either dreaming, or all this is true.

But Li Zicheng forced the palace under the mountain, burned the Forbidden City, and stained the mountains and rivers with blood, which is real.

Then the man in front of him must be from the afterlife, and he can't be fake.

He looked up at the sky, the sunset and the remnant sun, like the last afterglow of the Ming Dynasty.

Waving the dragon robe, his face was full of unwillingness.

"The red clouds are like blood, staining the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and I have six guilty edicts, but Ren feels that I am guilty."

"These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, the people of the world, every life, is a blood debt, which I owe."

Chongzhen looked at Xia Xuan, and the feeling of despair and unwillingness, and the feeling that he was already a sinner came up all of a sudden.

Everyone in the live broadcast room and in front of the TV was stunned.

"Damn, absolutely, absolutely, this acting skill is too strong."

"Yes, the bitterness of the last emperor really made this person play to the fullest, if this is not a live broadcast, I think this is the real Chongzhen."

And everyone who was sitting in the screening room of CCTV watching the show at this moment had goosebumps all over their bodies.

They all know this history and remember it clearly.

The Ming Dynasty, since Zhu Yuanzhang, since Zhu Yuanzhang ended.

The way it ended in the end made many people unwilling.

Huang Wenqiang, who was sitting in the center, was even more trembling with his hands, and his eyes were already red.

Chongzhen, Chongzhen.

He is really an emperor who can be hated and loved.

Finally him, it's chilling.

"Okay, okay, this Chongzhen is acting so well."

"He, he's Chongzhen."

Huang Wenqiang's tears had already fallen, and he muttered in his mouth.