Zhao Cheng was very confused, his eyes were stabbed by the bright knife, and he wanted to scream in horror.

"Woo woo woo~"

I heard the sound coming from my mouth, and saw the five big and three thick executioners, and the figure of myself kneeling on the ground......

Zhao Cheng understood in a trance.

He was a prisoner.

Still a death row prisoner.

The kind that asks for a cut at three o'clock in the afternoon!

"What's going on? Did I cross over? ”

"System, system brother, system uncle, system ancestor, come and save ......"

Zhao Cheng's pupils shrank, and his face turned pale, because of the affectionate call in his heart, he couldn't get any response.

"What are you doing, just cross and get a boxed lunch?!!"

He is unwilling, although he is from a poor family, he is also a noble son, and now he has crossed in vain, how can he not have a system grandfather?

"The auspicious time has come, execution!"

The official presiding over the punishment shouted, the token of the execution flew in the air, and the long knife in the executioner's hand became brighter and exuded a hint of coolness.

Could it be that I'm the worst time-traveler in history?

No!

"No !!"

In the countryside of northern Jiangsu, a famous college student woke up from his sleep, panting heavily.

"Huhuhuhuhu......"

"What's going on? Is that a dream? ”

Zhao Cheng was frightened, his breathing had not stabilized, and he looked at the sun outside the window, which was extremely dazzling, just like the long knife in the executioner's hand.

"If you don't sleep at night, you can't afford to sleep during the day, what's the ghost called at twelve o'clock?"

A rural lady was awakened by the sound of a ghost and was extremely dissatisfied.

Sleeping at five o'clock and getting up at six o'clock, the king of Hades praised his body.

Zhao Cheng ignored it, he was also the person who the king of Hades had to praise.

Although, it only started at twelve o'clock.

"It's just that dream, it's so strange, everything is vivid, as if I really experienced it......"

Zhao Cheng put on slippers, folded the quilt casually, basked in the sun outside the window, and was stunned.

【Countdown to the Traveler:

71 hr 55 min 59 sec ......]

"58 seconds, 57 seconds ......"

Zhao Cheng read in a daze, and then suddenly reacted, this string of real-time updated data has been in front of him.

"What is this?"

Zhao Cheng was terrified, looked to the left, looked to the right, turned around, or closed his eyes and opened them again......

In any case, the hint has always been there, and it is still decreasing, like a rush.

"System? System? System? ”

Zhao Cheng calmed down and shouted in his heart.

Unfortunately, I didn't get any response, just like in a dream.

"You said that you can cross over, but you can't be as clean as my wallet, so you can give me some hints!"

Zhao Cheng was very dissatisfied, as if he was complaining to his brother.

But he understands that this is not whining, but endless fear and boundless fear.

[Three days later, through the Ming Hongwu Dynasty, countdown: 71 hours, 52 minutes, 21 seconds]

[Identity: Zhao Cheng, the youngest son of Zhao Yong, Marquis of Nanxiong]

"Huhuhu, through the Ming Dynasty, this can be had, and you can also see my heavy eighth brother......"

Zhao Cheng's breathing accelerated, Emperor Hongwu was his idol!

After all, the only emperor who was born as a fart.

Zhao Cheng is now a fart people!

As a college student at a famous school, although he studied nuclear physics, Zhao Cheng also has a lot of interest in history, especially the Ming Dynasty, the last glory of the Han family!

"But what does that have to do with that dream?"

Zhao Cheng was very confused, he couldn't just be beheaded after three days!

"No, we have to look it up! This Zhao Yong is also a marquis, there should be a record in history......"

……

"Zhao Yong, Hu Weiyong's henchman, was beheaded all over the house because of Hu Prison!"

After a powerful Internet information retrieval, this essential message was obtained.

Zhao Cheng was stunned, and a wave of despair poured into his heart.

Despair, not because of Zhao Yong, but because of Hu Prison.

Zhao Cheng has the ability to never forget, and because of this ability, he has become a noble son from a poor family - a top2 college student + Xia Academy of Sciences.

It was also because of this skill that he happened to know Hu Prison!

Hu Prison is the abbreviation of Hu Dang's Prison.

Hu Dang's prison, that is, the Hu Weiyong case, was one of the four major cases in the early Ming Dynasty.

This case is one of the most classic cases in the history of more than 2,000 years of feudal dynasties!

Hu Weiyong was the last prime minister of the Yang Xia clan, the prime minister system ended in him, and the autocratic imperial power also reached a new peak here in Hu Prison.

"What to do? Get in touch with Hu Weiyong, this is the road to death! ”

Zhao Cheng couldn't help twitching in his heart, he admired Zhu Chongba, but he was also very aware of the means and determination of this Hongwu Emperor.

What Chongba has to do, the prime minister above 10,000 people can't stop it.

Prime Minister Hu Weiyong wanted to stop it, so he became the last prime minister in history.

What's even more terrifying is that Prime Minister Hu was sentenced to the Nine Clans, implicated by him, and killed more than 30,000 people before and after the party!

In the Hongwu years, I got involved with him, this is to go to the king of Hades to call him a brother!

"The eighth brother has killed more than 30,000 people before and after, and he will never show mercy when he kills people, this is ......

Die before leaving the school, and the hero will be full of tears! ”

Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel sorry and kept beating his chest.

I don't feel sad that I was beheaded by the whole door after three days, but because he obviously crossed over, why can't he give full play to the advantages of the traverser?

Even if it's just a little bit!

As long as you can play a little bit, the impact on future generations will definitely be 100 million points!

At least, it is no longer possible for the Jurchen remnants to enter the Central Plains.

At the very least, the Luxia people will never suffer a hundred years of humiliation.

At least, in the vast land of Australia and America, there must be a share of the Xia people.

At least, 996007 would never be able to persecute the descendants of the Xia clan.

……

"No, I can't die, I have to live, not for me, but also for the great cause of the Xia clan!"

Zhao Cheng came to his senses, and his 200 million watt brain was running at full speed, thinking about the future of the entire civilization.

What to do?

The future of civilization is in the blink of an eye.

It's just that

Three days later, he crossed and was beheaded.

Why?

Can

Don't cross it?

We are also noble sons, how can we get ahead.

Well, Zhao Cheng is just afraid of death, and he doesn't want to be sent by the eldest brother to meet another eldest brother after crossing the past.

There's no way!

The eighth eldest brother, but the only beggar-born founding emperor in history, created a miracle, even the teacher who came out once in 5,000 years, when he wrote Qinyuan Spring and Snow, he didn't bring him.

Emperor Qin and Han Wu, there is no literary talent.

Tang Zong and Song Zu are not coquettish enough.

A generation of Tianjiao can only bend the bow and shoot the eagle.

Only the eight elder brothers, Emperor Hongwu, laid the courage of the Ming Empire of "no harmony, no compensation, no land, no tribute, the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies".

How could such an emperor's will change because of him Zhao Cheng?

Zhao Cheng is very self-aware, even if he has the identity of a traverser, it is impossible for him to be compared with the Eighth Brother.

But I don't want to die!

What to do?

"Three days, I only have three days, I must come up with a foolproof plan and be fully prepared!!"

Zhao Cheng made up his mind to change his life against the sky in three days, not only his own life, but also the life of the Xia clan!

So, Brother Wisdom of My City, people don't talk much, so he immediately took out his mobile phone, clicked on the call, and posted a question.

[Excuse me, three days later, in the Hongwu Year of the Ming Dynasty, I happened to encounter the Hu Prison Disaster, and the door was copied and beheaded, what should I do? ] Waiting, waiting, hurry!? 】