Dressed as Zhu Cizheng, the son of Chongzhen, when he opened his eyes, it was the night when Beijing fell.
But it wasn't King Chuang who destroyed the city, it was the evil plague - the dead crawled up and ate everyone they saw.
Just as the whole city was reciting "Zhou Rites" and waiting to die, I laughed.
What I have in mind is not official history.
It's the secrets of Tieba, the unofficial history of the Forbidden Palace, and a whole set of "pseudo-historical examinations of the Ming Dynasty"!
The [National Luck Evil-Repelling System] is then activated.
Rule: The more I believe and propagate my "bizarre theories," the more likely they are to come true.
So——
I refer to the tide of corpses as "slave-building Yin soldiers", using black donkey hooves to clear the way.
I called the Jiajing elixir furnace "evil-proof sand" and burned half of the palace on fire.
I said to Chongzhen: "Father, I dreamed last night that Taizu taught me the Dharma... It is necessary to dig up Li Zicheng's ancestral grave."
The civil servants scolded me for deceiving the public with my evil words, and the senior generals scolded me for disrupting the morale of the army.
Until I built a high wall with "heretical theories" and used "violent theories" as a blade to carve a way out for the Ming Dynasty in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood that no one had thought of.
"The official history you believe in cannot save the country."
"I believe in 'pseudo-history', yes."
