"His Royal Highness King Xin, His Royal Highness King Xinwang, wake up quickly."

The vague dream shattered, and Wang Xin was woken up by a sharp duck voice.

"Who? Lao Tzu is the king's letter, not the king's letter, who is so boring. ”

Wang Xin slowly opened his eyes, his head tingled, and he was very uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, you are awake. You're scared to death minions. ”

A young man with a fair face stretched out his head, came to him with surprise on his face, and held his hand.

"Who are you?" Wang Xin swallowed his saliva and quietly retracted his hand.

The young man was also stunned, and said worriedly: "Lord Wang, the slave is Cao Huachun who serves you, don't you know the slave?" ”

"Cao Huachun? Minion? Wang Xin was also confused, "Is the service industry so volatile now?" Are they all calling themselves minions? ”

This is a prince and a slave, what the hell are you doing?

Wang Xin remembered that he was grateful for the 996 blessings, and he was tired of lying on the workstation to rest, how could he wake up, as if he was filming a costume drama.

He sat up and looked around, panicking.

He actually lay on a big red lacquered wood carved bed, the brocade tent in the room was gorgeous, and the mahogany round table was equipped with a round stool, which was antique, more exquisite and beautiful than in the costume drama.

Look at Cao Huachun kneeling in front of his bed, dressed in a green round-necked robe, his face is full of joy, but also with a hint of happiness for the rest of his life, and he looks like a little eunuch.

Not to mention, it looks a little cute.

Bah, bah, Lao Tzu would rather bend than bend.

"Did I cross over? What kind of labor-management prince has he really become? ”

Wang Xin suddenly lifted the quilt, felt weak and weak, but still stood up and walked barefoot in front of a bronze mirror.

The smooth silver mirror reflects the figure of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with a tall figure, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome appearance, full of youthful vitality.

"Tut-tut, if I looked like this when I was in junior high school, I wouldn't be able to fascinate the female classmates of the whole school."

Thinking of the group of youthful student girls wearing short skirts and shirts, Wang Xin's mouth showed an infinite reverie smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then turned his head to look at the gorgeous furnishings in the house, the antiques placed on the museum shelves, and the two delicate and lovely Lori palace maids at the door, Wang Xin's expression was becoming more and more exaggerated, and he almost looked up to the sky and laughed.

"I couldn't afford a house when I worked hard before, but in a blink of an eye, I actually became a prince."

Wang Xin was overjoyed, and said impatiently: "Once I have become a privileged class and a royal family, won't I be able to eat, drink and have fun to my heart's content in the future, be idle, and live a luxurious life." ”

Wang Xin felt like he was in a dream, and it was a beautiful dream.

Cao Huachun stood respectfully beside him, nodded without hesitation, and said with a smile on his face: "The prince is His Royal Highness the King of the Ming Dynasty, the only younger brother of the emperor, of course he can do whatever he wants." ”

Wang Xin, who was obsessed with himself, heard this, his body stiffened, and his eyes widened and stared at Cao Huachun.

Ming Dynasty? Faith King? My brother is the emperor?

How does this sound so familiar.

Wang Xin likes to watch some historical videos on weekdays, and immediately understood that he actually came to the Ming Dynasty during the Apocalypse.

The current emperor is the famous carpenter emperor Zhu Youxiao in history, and he is his younger brother, Zhu Youzhen, the king of Daming Xin, that is, the famous king Chongzhen of the fallen country in later generations.

"Thief God, are you playing with me?"

Wang Xin, who was still smiling just now, heard the news and directly weakened his legs, and sat down on the ground with a "snap".

I thought that when I came to ancient times, I became a prince and I could get drunk every day and be happy. Unexpectedly, he actually crossed over to Chongzhen, the king of the dead country.

You must know that Emperor Tianqi died early, Chongzhen was forced to succeed to the throne, and worked diligently for more than ten years, and in the end, not only did he not succeed in the Ming Dynasty, but he was also forced to kill his wife and daughter, and hanged himself on the coal mountain.

relived his life, and actually crossed over to the body of this unlucky guy.

Cao Huachun saw Wang Xin sitting on the ground, and hurriedly knelt down to help, "Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?" Don't scare the minions. ”

"It's over, it's completely Barbie." Wang Xin cried with a sad face, and muttered in his mouth: "Chongzhen was so diligent in government at the beginning, and the country died, and if it were me, the one who would not die would be worse than him." ”

"I knew that when I first visited the post bar, I would have read more posts from those keyboard historians, and maybe it would last two more years."

"He meows others and has a golden finger, is Lao Tzu really a eunuch at the beginning, and the country is all on his own?"

Wang Xin muttered in his mouth, and suddenly felt that his head was getting more and more painful, and his clear thinking magnified the headache more than ten times, and the whole person's soul seemed to be torn apart.

"It hurts me."

The memories of past and present lives are intertwined and intertwined, mixed together, time and space are confused, and the mind is chaotic and cannot distinguish between fiction and reality.

Now I, am I Wang Xinda's animal, or Wang Zhu Youzhen?

The pain in his head disappeared quickly, Wang Xin lay on the ground panting heavily, and if the memory fusion didn't end, his head was about to explode.

What kind of crossing routine is this meowing, and he almost killed himself as soon as he came up.

The strings in his head were still tight, Wang Xin was dizzy, and he no longer had the joy of crossing over.

"Lord Wang, are you okay?" Cao Huachun was startled by Wang Xin's screams and supported him with a crying voice.

"I feel like I'm a little different." Wang Xin felt the wonder of his body, as if his thinking and perception had become stronger, and the memories of the two lives were more profound.

Anyway, God still has a little conscience, and it is not a crooked neck tree at the beginning, otherwise he will really become the first person to travel through four hundred years of time and space to send people's heads.

At that time, big bosses like Li Zicheng and Huang Taiji don't need to make a move, and the Ming Dynasty's group of pit fathers and pit the country will be able to play themselves to death.

The sequelae of memory fusion still existed, and coupled with his weak body, Wang Xin couldn't stand up when he staggered.

Cao Huachun wanted to come up and help, but he pushed him away.

After experiencing the fusion of memories, Wang Xin's mentality finally stabilized.

He looked at the antique dormitory in front of him, as if he saw the majesty of the entire Forbidden City, and also saw the thick epic of a nation.

Mountains and rivers are broken, leading beasts to eat people, people will eat each other, and the world will die. All this will happen twenty years from now.

At that time, Yangzhou ten days, Jiading three massacres, Chinese people with lofty ideals have died one after another, Han family children were forced to shave their hair and change clothes, and grovel with rat tail braids. In this way, a great nation that created a splendid civilization was castrated, the people were ignorant and ignorant, and the self-esteem of the scholars was completely lost, leaving behind a history of countless humiliations.

In his previous life, he was insignificant, but at this moment he is in the most turbulent period of the Chinese nation, with his arrival, whether the torrent of history will drown him, or he will change the direction of history, it is really exciting.

Wang Xin's face finally showed a smile again.

He looked back at Cao Huachun, and the smile on his face was as warm as the sun.

"Cao Huachun, from now on, I will be Zhu Youzhen, the king of Damingxin."

"What natural disasters and man-made disasters, what kind of dead kings, as long as I am in one day, the Ming Dynasty will fall, and Lao Tzu will also help it up."

"Relive a lifetime, no one can stop me from walking happily in this world again."

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