Ming Jing Pillow Book and Dream of Sheng Return

Han Zhiling, a graduate student in the Department of History, cursed when he stayed up late revising his thesis: "The fall of the Ming Dynasty is none of my business?" When she woke up, she became the youngest daughter of the Han family who was destined to die in the history books. There were still seventeen years left before the city of Beijing was destroyed and Chongzhen was hanged. Han Zhiling looked at herself as a baby and swallowed these words in her heart. -Okay, it's really none of my business now. Others traveled through time, and the system was broken at the beginning, and they were cheated all the way. She traveled through time and started with nine words - "Han Qing'an, the Minister of Household Affairs, set himself on fire with the door closed, and his whole family died for the country." Nine words, nine lives. There wasn't even a splash in the history books. Han Zhiling clenched her fleshy little fists. She had to start from scratch, and in this countdown, weave a web that no one could see. ——From Jiangnan trade route weaving to Liaodong military newspaper. ——From the factional struggle in the court to the private harbor and seagoing ships. She personally saved the famous general who was executed by Ling Chi in the history books, but she did not dare to let anyone know. She stood behind the screen and asked questions, while Tingfeng Juli was pulling back the line. When everyone thought the Han family was about to fall, she put the knife on the enemy's neck. But after she calculated everything, someone still died for her. An old beggar took her five taels of silver and died for her under the knife of a royal guard. Han Zhiling pressed the copper seal under the pillow and said to herself: This is the first time and the last time. The locust trees in the capital sprouted buds, and the pear trees in Hangzhou bore fruit. The mentor who laughed at her in the history books as "not even looking at dogs" would not know—— His students are using this entire crumbling dynasty to sharpen the sharpest knife. The seventeen-year countdown is ticking. Han Zhiling spread out the letter paper and wrote the name at the signature: Mr. Yin.