I, Zhu Youxiao, traveled through the seven years of Tianqi to become King Xin, and I am about to take over the mess. The emperor's brother burped at the age of twenty-three, the emperor's father died a month ago, and his grandfather Wanli did not go to court for thirty years and lived to be fifty-eight—does it still matter? Those who work hard die young, and those who lie down live a long life. I can answer this question.
Wei Zhongxian? Donglin Party? None of my business! The money inside is so poor, why should we fight for our lives?
I decided to sell myself: Minister of Marriage, it is not illegal to have children, right? Who wants to be a foreign relative? A warm welcome, a sincere favor of three hundred taels, and no ugly ones. Affairs of state? When I went to court, I just punched in, marked the memorial as "read", and pretended to be faint in the middle of the meeting. Is there an emergency at the border? The eight hundred miles of rush don't affect my sleep!
But I gradually discovered that this dragon chair... Seems to be getting more stable as I lie down? Among the trophies sent by the generals were exotic beauties. The queen and concubines in the palace looked at me in a wrong way. Even Qin Liangyu, who always scolded me for being a foolish king. During that martial arts practice, her sweat-soaked military uniform clung to her body. When I handed over the handkerchief, her fingertips touched my palm...
I fucking know it! The Ming Dynasty cannot be destroyed! As long as the emperor doesn't mess around - Hey, Empress Zhang, where are you putting your hands? Although I am open to it, my dragon body is important...
