Traveling through the Bingwu year, I became Chongzhen.
Zhu Yan, a graduate student in the history department, woke up and became Zhu Youjian, the last emperor of the Ming Dynasty. It was the year of the Bingwu Horse, and there were only sixteen years left before the fall of the Ming Dynasty. Shaanxi's land is thousands of miles away, Liaodong's cavalry is knocking on the pass, the factions in the court are constantly fighting, and the national treasury is empty.
The start was hellish, but I knew the script.
——Wei Zhongxian? Kill!
——Southeast China Sea Ban? Open!
——Rogue bandits are everywhere? Li Zicheng, come under my command and perform meritorious service!
——Jianlu went south? New fire gun, three-stage strike, Pope Tai Chi!
But the more I change, the more ferocious history becomes.
King Xin fled south to Taiwan with "the late emperor's edict" and established a new court;
The wealthy families in the southeast colluded with the lords of the sea to block our new policy;
The various Mongolian tribes and the Eight Banners of Jianzhou are all preparing to move in the dark...
This dragon chair is more difficult to sit on than imagined.
But now that I'm here, I'm going to change my fate against the will of heaven——
Beginning with the Year of the Horse, the sea ban will be opened, new armies will be trained, refugees will be collected, and all directions will be appeased.
I want this Ming Dynasty, there will no longer be any crooked neck trees in Meishan Mountain;
I want this world where everyone has fields to cultivate and food to eat;
I want the history books of future generations to remember:
The second year of Chongzhen was not the beginning of the end of the world, but the beginning of the Renaissance!
