The crooked-necked trees in Meishan are still swaying in the wind, and the glazed tiles in the Forbidden City have been stained with blood.
When the soul of Emperor Yongle crashed into the body of Emperor Chongzhen, two dynasties lived in one emperor's body.
One is the iron-blooded hero who commanded Jingnan and conquered Mobei five times. He is accustomed to demarcating territory with the blade of his sword and believes that "I am the world"; the other is the last monarch who hanged himself in Meishan and suffered the pain of subjugation. Trapped in party disputes and internal worries, he sighed "I am not the king of subjugation."
The same pair of eyes both reflect the fighting and iron horses of the early Ming Dynasty, and are soaked in the weeping blood of the setting sun of the late Ming Dynasty; the same hands want to lift the sword to cut through the iron stream of intruders, but can't help but tighten the corners of their clothes and repeat the hesitation of the past.
When Li Zicheng's horse hoof crushed Tongguan, was it Zhu Di's fierceness that first overcame Chongzhen's trembling? When Hou Jin's cavalry knocked Guan Ningyuan, was it Chongzhen's despair that first overshadowed Zhu Di's edge?
The dragon robe is stained with blood and the palace walls are in ruins. When two souls tear and roar in the same body, and are finally forced to coexist, is it the Ming Dynasty that they want to protect that is about to collapse, or the unwilling souls of the two emperors?
——This time, will the wind from Meishan blow to another ending?
