The soul of a history college student in Chongzhen City has no technology, no system, and only a heart of worker-peasantism.
When I opened my eyes after traveling back in time, I was standing under the crooked neck tree in Meishan Mountain. Bai Ling had already been harnessed!
One moment he was writing a paper complaining about "Chongzhen will die sooner or later if he dies", and the next moment he became the king of the country's subjugation!
The outer city has been destroyed, the intruders are approaching, hundreds of officials are watching, the Beijing camp is in disarray, and there is only half an hour left before hanging yourself!
He wiped off the dirt on his dragon robe and sneered: There are no ifs in history? I want to rewrite it!
The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country.
This time, the Ming Dynasty will not be destroyed, and the mountains and rivers will last forever!
