"Your Majesty, I can't even lift the pot at home!" Wei Zaode, the first assistant, cried in the court hall.
The mysterious young man in white sitting next to the dragon chair sneered:
"Really? Whose is the one million taels of gold hidden in the dry well in your back garden?"
"And you, Minister of War, have you written the letter of surrender to Li Zicheng last night? Is the ink dry?"
The civil and military officials of the entire dynasty were horrified: Who is this person? How come he knows everything? !
Zhu Changsheng stood up, and a golden dragon loomed behind him: "I am the destiny of the Ming Dynasty! You bunch of worms, eat my flesh and drink my blood, now you want to get away?"
"Come here, restore me the ancestral system of peeling the skin off the grass!"
…
On this day, the capital city flowed with blood.
On this day, the Ming Dynasty dragon flag fluttered against the wind and was planted all over the world again!
