Daming: I Am Zhu Biao, I Lent the System to Emperor Hongwu

In Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang was immersed in reviewing memorials. Zhu Biao came to say hello every morning, but never mentioned the portal that could transcend time and space. He made up his mind to let his father, who was regarded as a model worker, take the qualification test for him. Anyway, the position of prince was destined to win by lying down, so it was better to lie down more thoroughly. Until late one night, that dark and deep passage quietly emerged. Zhu Yuanzhang did not panic, and led people into it. What they faced was Peiping in the late Ming Dynasty more than two hundred years later. The empire in front of us is torn apart, rogue bandits are approaching the capital, and the cavalry outside the pass are watching eagerly. The descendant named Chongzhen on the throne is being forced into desperation by the Manchu ministers. Zhu Biao stood in the first year of Hongwu, separated by a space-time gate, watching how Zhu Yuanzhang promoted the trial mission for himself while furious at the mess left by future generations. The decisive and decisive founding emperor was rebelling against his own country, while all Zhu Biao had to do was practice martial arts and study while waiting for the system to settle rewards. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.