Many years later, when Zhu Youzhen marched into London, captured Charles I, and brought oriental civilization to barbaric England, he couldn't help but recall that distant afternoon that had just crossed over to the Ming Dynasty.

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In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, August 11.

The Imperial City of the Ming Dynasty, the Mansion of the King of Letters.

"Lord Wang, it's time to drink medicine." A gentle and crisp voice sounded in my ears.

Zhu Aikun was lying on the mahogany bed, looking at the gorgeous curtains, and the beautiful girl in a cool palace dress in front of him, and finally determined that he had really crossed over.

"I'm really going to be an emperor!" Zhu Aikun muttered to himself.

He was originally the content planner of Civilization Empire Games, and when he was working overtime at 997, he just wanted to sleep on his desk.

I never thought of it!

As soon as he opened his eyes again, he actually traveled to the Great Ming Apocalypse and became the younger brother of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, King Xinwang Zhu Youzhen, that is, Emperor Chongzhen who was later hanged on the coal mountain.

Zhu Jianguo, oh no, it should be Zhu Youzhen, as a content planner, he can be said to be very familiar with the history of the late Ming Dynasty, after all, forums such as Forced and Empty Dragon are not in vain.

Princess Zhou, who was preparing to drink medicine in front of the bed, was frightened by Zhu Youzhen's words, and her jade hands couldn't help but tremble.

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the porcelain bowl of the official kiln in the hand of the princess Zhou slipped from her hand and smashed on the ground, spilling thick soup on the ground.

"Lord Wang, be cautious!"

Zhou's face was surprised and frightened, and he hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Be careful of the eunuchs' ears and eyes, the wall has ears!" ”

"It's okay, I know it!"

Zhu Youzhen got up directly, got out of bed and stood up.

Two days ago, news came from the palace that the Emperor of the Apocalypse was getting worse and seemed to be about to be unable to survive.

Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, and the Emperor of the Apocalypse have always had a deep brotherhood, and they launched a high fever under anxiety and worry, and inadvertently let Zhu Jianguo take it away.

Today is August 11, and according to historical records, the Emperor of the Apocalypse will send someone to summon his younger brother Zhu Youzhen into the palace to instruct the future, and prepare to let Zhu Youzhen inherit the throne.

And Wei Zhongxian, who was 9,900 years old in the Ming Dynasty, and others were actually opposed to Zhu Youzhen, the king of Xin, inheriting the throne, and they hoped that there would be a young son of heaven so that they could continue to be in power.

The current situation is treacherous, and if Wei Zhongxian catches the handle, no one knows how terrible the consequences will be.

Wei Zhongxian's henchmen are all over the government and the opposition, and even Zhu Youzhen's palace has many eyes and ears, which is why the princess Zhou is so afraid.

"The concubine is also worried, I heard that Wei Zhongxian's subordinates and the Jing Army have all entered the imperial city, the prince must be careful!" Zhou's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Don't worry, I will only tell you this sentence, and I will never say it in front of outsiders."

Zhu Youzhen said as he reached out and pinched Zhou's pink cheeks.

The sixteen-year-old girl's skin feels really tender.

Zhou's abnormal behavior by Zhu Youzhen instantly made a big red face, but he felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"Husband, I'll go and cook the medicine again later." Zhou said softly as he cleaned up the debris on the ground.

Since the Emperor of the Apocalypse became seriously ill, Zhu Youzhen, the princess and others have always been cautious and vigilant.

Whether it was eating and drinking, or decocting medicine, Zhou didn't dare to fake others at all, and she did it all by herself or supervised by her.

Zhu Youzhen stopped her, "Lone is already all right, no need to drink medicine!" ”

The current Zhu Youzhen can be said to be full of self-confidence, and has begun to take on the role of the quasi-emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

The demise of the Ming Dynasty, in terms of dynastic cycle theory, has its inevitability.

However, such an outrageous speed and method of destruction are absolutely inseparable from the many operations of the original owner Chongzhen.

After Chongzhen, who was addicted to food, became the emperor, he faced a complicated and erosive situation and fooled around like a headless fly.

Every time I want to show my hand to everyone, it turns into an open ass.

In later generations, whether it was the academic community or the water blowing forum, many of the mistakes of Emperor Chongzhen that made people speechless.

Lao Zhu has been immersed in the history of the late Ming Dynasty for many years, and he can be said to be confident, copying the rescue measures of many bigwigs in later generations, no matter how bad it is, can it be worse than a rope at the end? !

Suddenly.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the door, followed by the voice of Xu Yingyuan, the eunuch in charge of the Xinwang Mansion.

"Lord Wang, Lord Wang!"

"Long live the lord sent someone to summon the prince to enter the palace quickly!"

Hearing this, Zhu Youzhen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said calmly: "I know, this king will change his clothes immediately." ”

The Emperor of the Apocalypse sent someone to summon him, which was naturally very urgent.

Princess Zhou hurriedly helped Zhu Youzhen change his clothes, and then accompanied by the steward eunuch Xu Yingyuan, and hurried to the palace with the eunuch of the inner court.

The Xinwang Mansion is very close to the Forbidden City, and it didn't take long for Zhu Youzhen to come to the Qianqing Palace where the emperor's brother Emperor Tianqi lived.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Apocalypse was wearing a light yellow single coat, lying on the bed very weakly, and the whole person was already thin.

Queen Zhang sat on the edge of the bed, already crying like a pear flower with rain, with that beautiful face, and a look of pity for me.

Concubine Ren, Concubine Duan Chun, Wang Guiren and other concubines were also crying sadly.

Wei Zhongxian and Fengsheng's wife Keshi stood on the other side, also with sad and sorrowful faces.

The relationship between Empress Zhang and Wei Zhongxian is very bad, and it is even already a tense situation.

Now that the Emperor of the Apocalypse is dying, who will inherit the throne next is the focus of the struggle between Empress Zhang, Wei and Ke.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse also understood all this, but he wanted to protect it on both sides.

Therefore, he had many things to tell his fifth brother to believe in the king.

"Woo ......"

"Brother Huang!"

Although Zhu You's inspector didn't arrive, the crying came in first.

"Brother Minister, meet Brother Huang!"

After entering the door, Zhu Youzhen saluted respectfully while shedding tears.

"Fifth brother, excuse me, come close." Emperor Tianqi couldn't help but shed tears when he saw Zhu Youzhen crying sadly.

Their brothers grew up together since childhood, and their moody father Guangzong never gave the slightest fatherly warmth, so the brotherly relationship naturally became more and more intimate.

But.

Zhu Youzhen's sadness is so strong, it is not all from the heart, and there are naturally many actor elements.

There is no way, in the Qianqing Palace, there are not only the emperor's brother Emperor Tianqi, but also the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian, who leans towards the government and the opposition, and the members of the eunuch party attached to Afu, most of them are also here.

"The emperor takes care of the dragon's body, the imperial doctor said that it is just a cold wind, and you can recover with a little conditioning!" A fat man with a white face and beard next to the dragon bed said.

He is the nine-thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian of the Ming Dynasty, different from the flying and domineering in the foreign dynasties, Wei Zhongxian in front of the Emperor of the Apocalypse at this time is respectful and careful, and even seems very honest and honest.

"I, ahem, my body, I know it." The weakened Emperor of the Apocalypse was divided into three sentences before he barely finished speaking.

"The Emperor's ......" Wei Zhongxian stopped talking, his face full of sadness and worry.

Wei Zhongxian's grief is much greater than that of Zhu Youzhen.

I can't help it!

The nine-thousand-year-old lifeline is going to be gone again.