The dilapidated palace, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly dissipated, and this ancient imperial city gradually fell into silence. It once had many names, but its current name is the Forbidden City. I don't know when the tadpole-like words were added to the plaque of Qianqing Palace. An unkempt middle-aged man walked into the palace as if floating. If you look closely, you can see that his clothes are yellow, and the patterns on them seem to be very gorgeous. He walked very slowly, shouting as he walked, " Cheng'en, Cheng'en, where are all the civil and military officials?" Another seemingly elderly man also floated into the palace and came to his side. "Your Majesty, all the officials are waiting for you to discuss matters." He slowly floated to the throne and approached him. The hoarse and slightly feminine voice shouted: "Go to court -" The middle-aged man gently sat on the throne. He looked at the civil and military officials below with deep eyes, Sun Chengzong, Yuan Chonghuan, Hong Chengchou, Yang Sichang...
"You didn't abandon me, that's good. How is the battle ahead? How many days can the food and grass last? Are there any complaints among the soldiers?"
