Zhu Wu opened his eyes, and in a haze, he saw the sky that seemed to be bright and not bright and the mountains and fields around him faintly visible, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Where is this? …… How did I end up here? ”

Suddenly I felt that my neck was uncomfortable, and I touched it with my hand, and there was a piece of silk around my neck, and I looked closely at the bloodstains, and the faintly visible masterpiece:

"I have been on the throne for seventeen years...... Although I am thin and virtuous,...... But all the ministers...... Let the thieves divide the corpses, and don't hurt the people......"

Look at the crooked neck tree above, and then look at a middle-aged fat man kneeling beside him crying into tears, wearing a three-mountain hat and a eunuch uniform.

This plot is a bit familiar, especially those who are familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty know what is going on in an instant.

This is crossing, and it is still the end of the Ming Dynasty, and he is the unlucky emperor Chongzhen at the end of the Ming Dynasty?

"Oh my God, there's no such thing as ......"

Zhu Wu wanted to cry for a while.

In that world, Zhu Wu practiced for 10,000 years, went through a lot of hardships, and finally broke through the mundane and stepped into the heavenly realm.

The official is not big, but it is a positive result, and the Jade Emperor can discuss the length of the court, Wukong, Bajie, Sha Seng, including their master, they have to respectfully call an adult.

Just because Zhu Wu was upright by nature, once he said something that others did not dare to say, and it reached the ears of the Jade Emperor, so he was demoted to the mortal world, reduced to a mortal body, and ten thousand years of cultivation were gone.

It seems that the gods also bully honest people!

That's fine, who let themselves make mistakes, but how did they become Chongzhen?

Crossing over to become an emperor, under one person, above tens of thousands of people, it was originally a beauty difference that people and gods envied.

How beautiful it is to be the emperor!

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, the shore of the people, it is not the king's ministers, seventy-two concubines in the three palaces and six courtyards, awake to the power of the world, drunk and lying on the knees of beauties, eat and wear, and take life and death.

But now Chongzhen is extremely down, and people are playing hanging!

Zhu Wu couldn't help but sigh: Life is like a car stopper, the ups and downs are in an instant, God really doesn't leave a bottom line when he plays people!

After a period of slander, Zhu Wu had to accept this fact.

Zhu Wu, there will be no Zhu Wu in the future, it will be Chongzhen.

There was a sudden pain in the ground, and a burst of fragments of memory rushed into his mind.

On March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, this was a day of earth-shaking change in the history of the Ming Dynasty.

In the early morning of this day, Li Zicheng led the Dashun army to attack Beishang Beijing, and the city was full of firelight, gunfire, shouts of killing, the sound of weapons colliding, the neighing of war horses, cries, and shouts, and there were no longer any numbers.

On this day, Emperor Chongzhen became a warrior, personally holding a three-eyed gun and a eunuch soldier, charging into battle, but after all, the defeat was irretrievable.

At dawn on this day, Zhu Youzhen, who had been an emperor for 17 years, ran to the bottom of an old locust tree in Coal Mountain and began to think about life.

In the end, Chongzhen, who was desperate, took out a piece of white silk, broke his middle finger and wrote down the most true understanding of life, and then hung himself on the southeast branch.

Who knew that it was unfortunate that the white spirit that had just been hung up was broken, and he fell down this Chongzhen violently. At this time, that Zhu Wu happened to be demoted to the mortal dust, and his 10,000-year cultivation was empty, and he completed this crossing.

Wang Chengen knelt there, grinning and crying bitterly, and with a plop, the emperor fell from the sky and almost hit him.

He was so frightened that he almost jumped up and screamed, as if a dumb chicken had been crushed by its paws.

"What a sin...... This royal white silk is also fake, this is a group of damn minions...... But don't worry, the old slave won't break it again this time......"

After Wang Chengen understood, with tears in his eyes, he muttered in his mouth, and put the two pieces of white silk together, and threw one on the branch of the crooked old locust tree.

"Emperor, it's all right, the old slave respectfully asks the emperor to get up and ......" said in a shrill voice, and knelt on the ground respectfully.

Driving? You big-headed ghost!

Are you still going to let me play with the hanging?

"Wang Daban......" Emperor Chongzhen looked at this white and beardless face.

"The old slave is here." Wang Chengen was a little confused, what happened in an instant, Your Majesty? The perception of life just now is really touching, and now there is a breeze on this face, what kind of stubble is this?

Emperor Chongzhen's mind was spinning rapidly......

Can you hang yourself again? Absolutely not.

What's the point of crossing over like that? Isn't it just the Jiannu outside the gate? Isn't it a thief in Kannai? Isn't it the Donglin Party civilian clique in the court?

As for being forced to run here to play and hang yourself?

I have this half-immortal body, look at how I play you this time!

But don't be too optimistic.

Ten thousand years of practice are now gone. If you are mortal, you have to start all over again.

The aura here is thin, and it is impossible to find a demon beast to eat its inner tank to increase its energy. You must first awaken the true qi in your body, but this requires silver!

In addition, I have to find someone to summon first, I am now the Ninety-Five, so I can't bow down to everything.

You must not learn that Chongzhen anymore, working all night, but the May Day Labor Medal was not fished, but tired to hang the southeast branch here.

It's even more tragic than Hugo's Les Miserables.

It's him, and there's no other third person.

Fortunately, Wang Daban is a reliable person.

There is no him among the three most iron buddies in life, who has been through the window together, who has carried a gun together, and who has prostituted together.

But it is enough to have him who has played hanged together.

This is the most ironclad relationship, unique in ancient and modern China and abroad!

"Get up, here are you and me, you and me, you don't have to make this big gift, sit down and let's talk."

Wang Chengen lay on the ground and didn't move, he didn't hear Chongzhen's words, but he was a little stupid, isn't the emperor confused?