Chen Yuan took a photo under the crooked neck tree in the Forbidden City. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a white silk scarf wrapped around his neck.
The wind in Meishan was strong, the city of Beijing was ablaze, and the eunuch knelt on the ground and cried heartbreakingly.
He became Chongzhen.
History says that the emperor died in Sheji tonight.
He doesn't.
From Meishan to Nanjing, from empty emperor to real emperor.
He used modern management thinking to measure the hidden fields in the south of the Yangtze River, used information differences to liquidate traitorous generals in advance, and used "officials and gentry to receive food from one body" to seize food from the mouths of the gentry.
The ministers discovered that the emperor had changed - no longer suspicious of the generals, no longer hiding in the palace, but personally going to the city to supervise the war.
When he said the three words "I won't leave," his voice was trembling, but he didn't take a step back.
Wait for the Qing army to move south, wait for the edict of the Northern Expedition to spread throughout the world, wait for the old locust tree with a crooked neck to sprout new branches.
The time-traveler who was so frightened that his legs were weak is no longer there.
Instead, there is a real great emperor.
I am the Ming Dynasty.
The sun, moon, mountains and rivers have never been cut off.
