It was dawn on March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen.
Li Zicheng's army conquered Beijing, and Emperor Chongzhen hanged himself in Meishan. The national destiny of the Ming Dynasty in 276 years came to an end.
Before time travel, Li Xingming had read this ending countless times in history books, and every time he read it, he felt heartbroken.
He knew that Daming could not go to this point.
But he is just a descendant and can't change anything.
Until he opened his eyes, he became a refugee who was about to starve to death in Yan'an Prefecture, Shaanxi Province.
The good news is that he caught up with the era when Li Zicheng just started his uprising, and holds the historical script for the next ten years in his hands.
The bad news is that what he is facing is not the court and the imperial capital, but a mess with no food to eat, a group of mud-legged people who can't even get together the weapons, and a dead situation surrounded by natural disasters, man-made disasters, government troops, and powerful people.
With the script in hand, he chose the most adventurous path——
You don't shout from high places, you don't reveal your identity, you don't move around in the court hall.
He hid himself tightly and became Li Zicheng's most trusted confidant as a pawn.
Because he knew that the biggest secret in history is timing. If you draw your sword in advance, you will only die before dawn.
Li Zicheng, Liu Zongmin, Tian Jianxiu... These are his right-hand men.
The fates of Qin Liangyu, Lu Xiangsheng, Sun Chuanting, Qian Qianyi... These real historical figures will be rewritten in his hands.
Daming was seriously ill, but he decided to change his destiny.
Eight years of dormancy, eight years of planning.
He is waiting for a day.
Waiting for the moment when the Forbidden City is broken and Chongzhen is about to die——
He no longer had to hide.
