Xia Xuan quickly came to Chongzhen, he had already knotted the white silk, and just waited for himself to finish, so he hanged himself under the crooked tree.

"Seventeen years ago, I ascended the throne as the emperor, and I wanted to work hard to develop the Ming Dynasty, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes."

"In the past seventeen years, I have not been able to sleep a single day."

"The Donglin Party misled the country, and the Manchu Dynasty misled the country."

"But this Ming Dynasty is still like this by me."

Seventeen years of resentment, seventeen years of hard work day and night, and everything of seventeen years are all emerging in front of Chongzhen's eyes at this moment.

The old eunuch Wang Chengen knelt in front of Chongzhen, and the old man looked at Chongzhen with tears.

"Your Majesty, don't."

"Your Majesty, don't."

I saw that Chongzhen didn't listen at all, and stepped up to the high place step by step, and his neck was about to touch Bai Aya.

Above the white clouds in the sky, everything in Jiangyin City was still playing.

But Chongzhen knew that he was looking at it without a face.

The more you look, the more your sins have been forged, why not let yourself go to hell as soon as possible and ask for your sins.

In the Institute of History, Wang Qingsheng looked at Chongzhen's appearance at this time.

With tears, I was upset for Chongzhen.

His old voice echoed throughout the screening room.

"The death of the Ming Dynasty, Gai can't be categorically sentenced to the crime King Chongzhen."

"The world says that Chongzhen has been in power for 17 years, and he has merit and fault, but that emperor only has merit, not fault."

With tears in his eyes, Professor Wang recited the historical evidence of the extreme weather during the Xiaoice River period in the late Ming Dynasty.

"In the ninth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, there was a drought in the north and ice in the south, locusts were everywhere, and there was famine in many places!"

"In the eleventh year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, from Huai to the north to Jinan, the bark was eaten."

"In the thirteenth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, there was a great drought, a great locust, a great hunger, a great chaos, and cannibalism!"

"In the sixteenth year of Chongzhen, the great epidemic, thousands of miles from north to south, north to Hanwai, south to the Yellow River, ten rooms are rarely escaped."

Wang Qingsheng said angrily: "Emperor Chongzhen has his own merits and faults, but how can he blame the emperor all." ”

……

At the same time, in the picture, Chongzhen was already hanging on the white silk around his neck.

He looked around, and the Ming Dynasty would no longer belong to him from now on.

And this one glance is also the last one.

He looked at the old tree from which he hung the white silk, albeit a little crooked.

But it can be clearly seen that this tree is some years old.

If it is two or three hundred years every year, I am afraid it will not look like this.

Fortunately, maybe this tree was planted by Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang when he laid down thousands of miles of mountains and rivers and raised the name of the country.

Now that the Ming Dynasty is dying, this old tree is just in line with itself.

"Your Majesty!"

The old eunuch Wang Chengen pulled Chongzhen to the ground and didn't let his feet leave the ground.

If this leaves the ground, his life will be gone.

Seeing this scene, the audience in the live broadcast room and in front of the TV screen was very scared.

"Don't, Xia Xuan, stop Emperor Chongzhen quickly."

"The Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies, I'm afraid this is Chongzhen's best experience, but I really don't want to see a generation of emperors in such a variety show, the real fall."

"Oh my God, I'm so scared, I'm so afraid that Chongzhen's feet will slip, why hasn't Xia Xuan moved."

"Yes, Xia Xuan, go and pull Emperor Chongzhen, please."

Quite a few people had tears in their eyes.

Although many people already know that Chongzhen finally hanged himself under a crooked tree.

But when I really saw this scene, I was still very sad in my heart.

Their intentions are good, but everything is so cruel.

History cannot be changed and will not be changed.

The audience can't do it, Chongzhen can't do it.

He Xia Xuan, even more can't do it.

A cold wind blew, Xia Xuan felt the biting cold, and couldn't help but shiver.

But Chongzhen, who was dressed in thin white, was indifferent.

"This is the end of my life!"

He said it silently, closed his eyes, and prepared to kick his feet and hang himself under the crooked tree.

In the future, all the viewers who were watching live broadcasts and TV held their breath.

Wang Qingsheng's tears kept flowing.

Many history buffs don't dare to breathe when they see this.

They knew it would be a moment, but they still wanted to see it.

I want to meet the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

See his "Son of Heaven guards the country, the king dies!" ”

At this moment, they have forgotten that this is just a show, a variety show, and a live show.

All they know in their hearts at this moment is that this is a page of history.

Just when Chongzhen had already made up his mind and was ready to kick his feet.

A laugh came from behind him.

"Hahaha......"

"Hahahaha......"

The voice was heroic, and it was definitely not the voice of the old eunuch Wang Chengen.

It's not like Xia Xuan's voice.

Chongzhen felt very surprised, could it be that on this Liangshan, there are still others?

Chongzhen didn't know who he was, but he knew that the voice was very heroic and hearty.

"The heavens are tabernacles, and the earth is felt, and the sun, moon, and stars sleep with me in the morning. At night, I dare not stretch my feet, for fear of stepping on mountains and rivers. ”

The owner of the voice seemed to be staring at the wilderness, and the ruthless color ran through.

Then a horse's hoofs sounded.

"Come on, come on, Chen Youliang, today I will tell you to run away!"

The sound of soldiers meeting each other sounded behind Chongzhen.

Deafening, Chongzhen's eyes were full of joy.

He shouted back.

"Taizu?"

He didn't know whose voice it was, but he had heard the poem.

Although this poem has no literary brilliance, the breath of the four wildernesses fills the whole poem.

At the same time, it has the literary style of a reckless beggar, and has the luck of a son of heaven.

The person who wrote this poem is none other than Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty!

At this moment, Chongzhen looked back, and above the white clouds behind Xia Xuan, he didn't know when the scene changed again.

He spoke softly, although his voice was not loud, but it was like a burst of heart booster, hitting Chongzhen's heart.

"Since you have witnessed the death of the Ming Dynasty......"

"Why don't you see me here?"

Xia Xuan's voice fell, and the audience in front of the TV, history lovers, Wang Qingsheng and the entire historical research institute, including the audience of CCTV, were all enthusiastic.

"What!"

"Did you just hear Xia Xuan's words?"

"Isn't this nonsense, the deaf have heard it."

Seeing the decline and fall of my Ming Dynasty, why not see the prosperity of my Ming Dynasty.

Wait, see the power of this Ming with me, and see the power of this Ming!

At this moment, everyone's bodies trembled, and pimples all over their bodies rose.

"Ahhhh

"Damn, this is all depressing and about to be autistic, Xia Xuan's words have ignited me again."

"Brother upstairs, is this a common name, Bibo Ran !!"

"Oh my God, no, no, do you really want to see that person?"

"No, Zhu Yuanzhang has it, is there a Zhu Di, there must be a Zhu Di!!"

At this moment, no one ignited Xia Xuan.

They know that next, it will be a hot-blooded, hot-blooded, hot-blooded moment!