Sun and Moon Yonghui: My Iron Ming Dynasty

On the day I transformed into Chongzhen, Wei Zhongxian was forcing me to drink poisonous wine. > The memory of a modern military doctor exploded in my mind, and I poured poisoned wine into the old gelding's throat with my backhand. > When the Nine Thousand Years Old Mansion was confiscated, I pointed to the piles of silver and said, "This is the starting capital." > The commander of the Jin Yiwei knelt down to present the secret message of collaboration with the Donglin Party. I circled most of the names in the court with my ink pen: "At midnight tonight, we will kill them all." > When Li Zicheng came to the city, what he saw was not a lonely city in despair. > The dark cannon barrels at the top of the city are lined with trees, and the new fusiliers are arrayed like a forest. > Steam engines roar in the workshops, and ironclads take shape in the harbor. > I stood in front of the Fengtian Hall, overlooking the prostrate Western envoys: "The sun and the moon illuminate all the bright earth. This is not a false statement." > On the globe next to the dragon throne, the territory belonging to the Ming Dynasty is spreading to the distance that has not yet been reached.