
I, Zhu San, Reorganize the Ming Dynasty
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Chen Mo returned to the underworld for the ninth time. Yan Jun threw down his life book and sneered: "Nine bowls of Meng Po soup, your bowls spilled on the ground." He raised his head, his eyes quenched the fire of the ninth generation: "That soup burns your mouth, and you will never forget the cries of all the people." "Who are you going to be this time?" "The third son of Chongzhen, King Ding Zhu Cijiong." He said word by word, "The last prince of the Ming Dynasty." Late at night on April 24, 1644, in the Forbidden City. Sixteen-year-old Zhu Cijiong - that was the last sunset he saw over the Forbidden City when his spine was trampled to pieces by the horse hoofs of the Qing army in his ninth life. He looked to the northeast and nailed each word into the wind and snow: "This time, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers will never perish again." This time, it starts from this place of death. Live towards death!
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