In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, the dragon's chair was not yet warm, and the country had collapsed. The treasury is empty, the Liaodong cavalry knocks on the gate, the refugees are on fire, and the court is surrounded by traitors - the seventeen-year-old Zhu Youjian has inherited a Ming Dynasty that is rotten to the core. At the moment of despair, the portrait of Hongwu in the Imperial Ancestral Temple opened his eyes, and the soul of the iron-blooded Taizu returned. He slapped the young man awake and said: "The son of the Zhu family, how can we allow the country to change hands!"
From then on, my grandfather, grandson, monarch, and ministers were tied to the fate of the country and acted against fate. Following Taizu's plan, he changed the inn, cut off the country's beetles, and used Hongwu's military law to rectify the imperial court; when faced with a corruption dilemma, Taizu summoned Hai Ruihun's shadow to dig out the worms in the inner treasury with a time-honored investigation method, and pocketed millions of stolen silver; when firearms were stolen, Later, Zhang Juzheng's soul came to give guidance, and the officials and private parties forged new cannons. The molten iron reflected the courage of the young emperor; in the desperate situation of Songjin, Qi Jiguang's soul returned to build the mandarin duck formation. After the cannon was shaken, the golden iron cavalry was dyed red with the blood of the emperor's personal conquests.
He discussed iron-bloodedness and tolerance with Taizu, argued with capable ministers about the method of governing the world, worked step by step in the intrigues of the court, and grew up in the flames of fighting on the battlefield. However, the Ming Dynasty was about to run out, Wu Sangui turned on and off to lure the wolf, and Li Zicheng defeated the capital. Under the old locust trees on Meishan Mountain, he looked at the burning imperial city and listened to the last words of Taizu's soul: "The descendants of the Zhu family would rather die than surrender!"
The dragon's robe was stained with blood, and he hanged himself to die for his country, but there were Hongwu warriors going south, and the fire in the south was not burned out. The golden teardrops in the corners of the Ancestral Temple's portraits hide an iron-blooded tragedy of grandfather and grandson guarding the country together and doing everything possible to save the fallen building - the Ming Dynasty has not yet cooled down, and the rebellion continues!
