
I Pretended to Be the Emperor in Ming Dynasty
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In the autumn of the 14th year of Zhengtong, the beacon smoke from Tumubao burned the backbone of the Ming Dynasty into powder, and the nine-layer palace palace trembled under the iron hoof of the tiles. Zhang Qi opened his eyes and became an official slave in the British Duke Zhang Fu's house. Due to the Han Dynasty's Rebellion in the first year of Xuande, he was reduced to the most humble status in the Ming Dynasty. He could not take the imperial examination, do business, marry his beloved, and was a slave for generations, which could not be changed. However, things are impermanent. When the bad news about Yingzong's Northern Hunting tore apart the dawn of Shuntian Mansion, when Zhang Fu's silver armor shattered into stars outside Juyong Pass, when the news of King Xi's sudden death was wrapped in blood mist and covered the Jinshui Bridge. --Yu Qian carried the embers of the border beacon and smashed the palace gate, and personally covered his thin shoulders with the blood-stained Twelve Chapters Pattern uniform. "The Ming Dynasty needs such a face. Please perform three plays to extend the Ming Dynasty for another two hundred years." In the first scene, Fengtianmen angrily denounced the southward migration; The second scene is Zhu Pi's execution of eunuchs in the Palace of Qianqing; The third game was to defeat Ye Xian in the defense battle of Beijing. After three scenes, the fake emperor became a puppet of power and was completely put on the stage of fate. From Fengtian Hall to Desheng Gate, he sang the drama of "a wise king saves the country" for eight years. It wasn't until the sound of digging into the wall was heard from Nangong that he discovered that the system task that allowed him to return home successfully was just to "save Yu Qian." The night when the bells of the Seizing of the Forbidden City rang throughout the Forbidden City, Yu Qian alone unfolded a still-undry imperial edict with a candle. There are bloodstains on the dragon button of the jade seal. "The Zhengtong Dynasty has been buried. Are you here in the eighth year of Jingtai? I ask you three questions: Can the people's livelihood be as important as the Nine Cauldrons? The war can be extinguished for a hundred years?" Zhu's tears rolled down the edge of the edict, "Shaobao, would you like to drink poisonous wine with me?"
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