Gengming

Dreaming back to the Ming Dynasty at midnight, Jing Nan's blood dyed the city of Nanjing a strange crimson. The raging fire in the Fengtian Palace seemed to extinguish all darkness, and seemed to indicate that the Ming Dynasty was about to be reborn from the ashes. The prosperous age of Yongle, when all nations came to court, passed by as quickly as a dream. The generous voice of expelling the Tartars and restoring China was still floating in the sky over Yingtian Mansion. The Manchu and Qing cavalry broke through Shanhaiguan. From then on, the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were no longer there, and the country of Ming Dynasty was no longer there. I dreamed about it at midnight, full of regrets, but I didn't know who to listen to. I wish I could lift the three-foot sword, span hundreds of years, turn over the sun and the moon, and turn the world upside down! A breath of air was held in my chest, and I woke up and found it difficult to fall asleep again. It didn't matter, I got up and made a cup of tea, picked up an old pen, and continued to write the glory of the Ming Dynasty in my heart. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.