001 Chongzhen! Goodbye Chongzhen!

In August 1627, the Ming Dynasty ushered in its last emperor, Zhu Youzhen.

Of course, neither the courtiers, nor the eunuchs, nor the clans knew that the dynasty was approaching its final seventeen years.

They had thought that the accession of a new emperor would always mean a new deal, whether it was a substantive renewal or just a show. However, after ascending the throne and sending the mausoleum, the new emperor did not seem to be particularly concerned about state affairs. He handed over a lot of government affairs to the cabinet officials or Wei Zhongxian and his gang in the palace, never intervened much, and stayed in the Wenhua Hall all day.

What's going on?

As a result, people in and outside the palace were panicked for a while, and rumors spread everywhere.

Even Wei Zhongxian, who has been extraordinarily swaggering in recent years, has been extra cautious. In the past few days, he no longer wears the Diao Chan crown symbolizing his status as a duke, and only dares to wear the ordinary four-grade complement of the eunuch.

Just when this person was panicking, the Wenhua Palace, which was also the center of the whirlpool, saw that the emperor sighed as always, and placed the eighteen glass balls that had been playing all day in the blue and white porcelain plate, and the great eunuch Wang Chengen, who was waiting next to him, took the time to hurry forward to flatter and ask.

"Your Majesty, are these places still handed over to the cabinet?"

"Why not?"

The so-called Emperor Chongzhen was about twenty years old, barefoot and wearing underwear, sitting there with two glass beads clucking in his hands, and he only smiled slightly when he heard this, and said indifferently.

"Or is there something going on here?"

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Chengen was almost inseparable from the emperor in the past few days, he would have doubted that this was still not the king of faith who had been with him for ten years. Since returning from the enthronement ceremony of the three major halls that day, this lord has arranged for people to use a few screens to separate himself from a small place in the Wenhua Palace, and stay in it all day and night, sometimes a person says something he doesn't understand, and sometimes it seems to quarrel with others, and he drives the palace maids and eunuchs serving next to him far away.

"What can an old slave do?"

What Chongzhen didn't know in the screen was that the only eunuch he could trust since he entered the palace outside was actually Wei Zhongxian's bottom line ambushed by his side. In the past few days, whether it is Wei Zhongxian's repeated urging or Empress Zhou's several summonses, this great eunuch who is currently the only one who can talk to Emperor Chongzhen has been in a dilemma. I couldn't help but sigh with my hands in my hands.

"I'm not in a hurry just because of this chapter, but just now Queen Zhou sent someone to ask, saying that she hadn't seen the emperor for a long time, and she didn't know ...... emperor."

When Emperor Chongzhen heard this, the glass ball in his hand stopped slightly, smiled awkwardly, and did not answer.

"And......" Wang Chengen saw that Chongzhen was not angry, and boldly continued. The emperor has not been to the court for a few days, and several old cabinet platforms have not seen him, and he is afraid that he will make the ministers of the foreign court dissatisfied and lose the royal system. ”

"Does this Ming Dynasty still have a system?"

Hearing this, Chongzhen instead sneered and straightened up.

"But where the ministers are half divided, why did they come to this point? I don't see them dissatisfied with the corruption at the top and bottom, they don't see them dissatisfied with the Houjin knock, and they don't see them dissatisfied with the displaced people everywhere, but how can they be dissatisfied with me? ”

After saying a word to take a step forward, after saying a few words, Chongzhen was already standing in front of Wang Chengen, and the bluffing Wang Chengen hurriedly bent down deeply. Who knew that Chongzhen stretched out his hand and helped Wang Chengen up.

"It's been a hard day." In Wang Chengen's panic, Chongzhen looked himself up and down. "I ...... I have been puzzled about some things lately, and my temper is inevitably a little irritable. The affairs of the outside world are passed on by the great companions, and they still have to rely on a few pavilion elders and Duke Wei to bear, and the affairs in the palace will have to bother you more. ”

The more Chongzhen was like this, the more frightened Wang Chengen became, and when he heard this, he hurriedly knelt on the ground. It seems that since King Shin moved into the Forbidden City, his words and deeds have been taken away by the demons and monsters in this empty palace.

That's right!

This Chongzhen Emperor Zhu Youzhen was really taken away.

Of course, he was not taken away by some demon as Wang Chengen thought, but a young man Lu Ke who he felt was very unlucky, from four hundred years later.

Lu Ke is about to graduate from university, and his classmates go to Jingshan Park in Kyoto to overlook the scenery of the Forbidden City. In front of the old locust tree that Chongzhen hanged, everyone was arguing whether this was still the crooked neck tree of the year, Lu Ke was cheap, grabbed the branch and put on a fluttering posture, at this moment, a lightning bolt struck in the clear sky, and after a dark time of unknown time, he came back to his senses and became the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty............ There is no one else in this posture of death.

In this regard, Mr. Lu Ke, another of our warriors who traveled to the end of the Ming Dynasty, saw the Forbidden City without electrification with his own eyes, and after asking and verifying again and again, he was sure that he was a traverser and crossed into Chongzhen, and his mood in the past few days was simply terrible.

"Maybe the Jade Emperor doesn't want to have ugly tadpole inscriptions on the plaques of his Nantianmen and Lingxiao Treasure Palace."

Lu Ke, who crossed into Zhu Youjian, politely offered his hand to the sky.

"So this is just sending people to the Ming Dynasty in batches?"

"But, don't dress me as a hanged ghost~~"

Lu Ke, who specializes in the history of science and technology, knows that there is really not much time left for himself and this empire.

Starting this year, the Ming Dynasty will not receive any good news. From the frontiers in the north of the empire to the coasts in the south, from the Central Plains, where thousands of horses and thousands of troops fought each other, to the bloody Bashu, war and killing will become the only theme in the next few decades.

It will be a bloody time.

The end result of the war is often inevitably the massacre of civilians.

This will be an era of national ruin.

On the one hand, there is the collapse of the general dynasty overthrown, and on the other hand, the green, fat, red and thin on the Qinhuai River that is indeed singing and dancing, but the joys and sorrows of talented and beautiful people and the rivers and mountains are not connected.

This is a truly great tragedy.

This tragedy is not only because the last Han dynasty in Chinese history has come to an end, but also because the pure classical spirit has come to an end. Ancient China has since fallen into an era of more closed autocracy, and has sunk deeper and deeper, thus paying for it four hundred years and countless good sons and daughters.

After a long time, Zhu Youzhen woke up from the fugue.

After thinking about it, he twisted a glass bead from the blue and white plate on the table and patted Wang Chengen's shoulder, and the bead drilled into Wang Chengen's body like magic.

In the dark time when he became Zhu Youzhen, Lu Kemo vaguely heard a voice say to himself, the good system has been robbed by others, and there are only eighteen puppet beads left here that can make anyone infinitely loyal to him, so you can use it. After speaking, he was woken up by the sound of ding dong dong falling into the porcelain plate.

Chongzhen, Chongzhen.

Lu Ke seemed to have made up his mind, and once again patted Wang Chengen's shoulder, which was bent even harder.

"Wang Chengen, let's clear up the old accounts of this history."

Zhu Youzhen, who has been reborn, has finally completed the psychological construction of a reborn person, and finally self-motivated and ready to start a new copy of his life.

Thump.

Wang Chengen, who was trembling next to him and sweating profusely, knelt down heavily and banged his head on the ground.

Well? This is the symptom of the puppet beads entering the body? Zhu Youzhen looked at Wang Chengen with interest.

Seeing that Wang Chengen's forehead was already dripping with blood after a short time, he stopped him loudly, "Okay, there are no outsiders here, let's talk about it, what else does my foolish emperor not know." ”

"Slave and maid are guilty of capital crimes~~" Wang Chengen said tremblingly. "Slaves and ghosts are obsessed, and in the past few years, they have more or less accumulated more than 100,000 taels of silver from Wei Changgong."

"Oh? When I was the king of letters, I had only heard that the big and small leaders in this palace wanted to give money to Gonggong Wei, and I had never heard of receiving money from Gonggong Wei, but this is the first one I know. ”

Hearing the sound in the hall, the two little eunuchs quietly walked in, Zhu Youzhen waved his hand to signal them to go out, and then said to Wang Chengen slowly.

"The slave maid is a capital crime~ Wei Changgong just asked the slave and maid to inquire about the emperor's preferences, and the slave and maid didn't reply to Wei Changgong about anything. Emperor! After that, as if he knew that it was impossible for him to believe the emperor with such pale words, he began to kowtow on the ground again.

"Enough!"

In the silent hall, Zhu Youzhen could even hear the sound of Wang Chengen's teeth colliding, and a random smell of urine floated over.

"I believe you this time." Zhu Youzhen walked around and changed positions.

"Let's~~" Zhu Youzhen also wanted to say something about the next arrangement, but he didn't expect to look back and see Wang Chengen who was completely empty and paralyzed on the ground, and he couldn't even say a word of thanks. I had to shout outside the main hall: "Come in a few people." ”

As soon as the voice fell, several eunuchs and palace maids trotted in, seeing that the big eunuchs around the emperor were kneeling there, and they all quickly knelt on the ground.

"Don't kneel, Wang Chengen broke my favorite teacup, you should also be careful in the future. Go and change your clothes and talk back and forth. ”

After speaking, he walked out of the hall barefoot. The bluffed group of eunuchs and palace maids also didn't care about Wang Chengen on the ground, and carefully embellished behind the emperor.

The moment he stood in front of the main hall, Lu Ke, who had crossed into Chongzhen, finally understood.

Chongzhen has no rights at all, and his succession to the throne is not a carefully arranged result at all, but a compromise of last resort.

The factory guards are not in their hands, the generals are not in their hands, the cabinet is not in their hands, and the six ministries are not in their hands.

Don't talk about the outside, just look at your own leaky palace. Wang Chengen accepted Wei Zhongxian's money, and Cao Huachun was the descendant of Wang An, the great eunuch of the Donglin Party, not to mention Wei Zhongxian.

He finally understood why Zhu Houxi didn't go into the city to discuss who was my father.

Doesn't it matter who is who in that matter? It doesn't matter.

The important thing is to take sides.

I'm coming to be the emperor, whoever wants to be promoted and make a fortune, and who sees that the current cabinet boss is unhappy, can come to take refuge.

But where is my deer that refers to a deer as a horse?

Like the previous Chongzhen, quickly killed Wei Zhongxian?

It's not that he can't be killed, but killing him now will only make Wenchen more relaxed and united.

There are only eighteen beads, and even a decent team can't be organized.

Headache.

The more he thought about it, the more headache he felt, Zhu Youzhen rubbed his face fiercely with his own hands.