The Ming Dynasty Began with the Conquest of Nine Thousand Years Old

Dressed as the carpenter emperor Zhu Youxiao, he started with only one breath left. Opening his eyes, Wei Zhongxian was kneeling in front of him, crying into tears. The Donglin Party in the court was sharpening their knives, Liaodong Nurhachi was eyeing her, and there was a wet nurse waiting to be the queen mother. Everyone said that Tianqi was fatuous and only loved wood shavings and sawdust. Zhu Youxiao smiled. Is Wei Zhongxian an eunuch? Just in time, serve as a knife for me. Does the Donglin Party want power? Yes, we can exchange for Liaodong's military exploits. As for Kebaba—— "I heard that you know medical skills? Go and show the saint lady." Wei Zhongxian knelt on the ground, sweating down his back. He got it. The emperor does not want to save people. The emperor wanted him to submit a certificate. In the Wenhua Hall, the chief assistant Liu Yishen was at a loss for words when asked by a fifteen-year-old boy; in front of the Hubu Hall, Shangshu Li Ruhua gritted his teeth and spit out the word "business tax". No one believes that this mess in Ming Dynasty can be overturned. Until Xiong Tingbi's secret was pressed under the inkstone, the ink was not dry—— "Your Majesty, I only know one thing: if Liaodong is lost, the Ming Dynasty will never have peace again." The art of an emperor is not about being suspicious, but about being ruthless in employing people. In the first month of the first year of Tianqi, my cards have just been revealed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.