Lu Yuan, a doctor of modern history, is participating in the rescue excavation of the tomb of Emperor Chongzhen.
He accidentally touched the mysterious mechanism in the tomb, and the world was spinning. When he opened his eyes again, he turned out to be the seventeen-year-old Zhu Youjian who had just ascended the throne.
Looking at the courtiers shouting long live in front of me, my memory of natural and man-made disasters, refugees, and Jurchen cavalry in the late Ming Dynasty is as clear as a picture scroll.
He took a deep breath and suppressed the stormy waves.
In this life, since fate brought him here, he will rewrite everything from this moment on.
"Wei Zhongxian?" The young new emperor leaned slightly on the dragon throne. Under the surprised gazes of the whole court, the corners of his lips curved in a cold arc.
"Give it to me, take it!"
