Lin Sui, a national treasure fuze expert, was transported to Chongzhen eight years ago by a laboratory explosion.
When he woke up, he became the little guard of Qianqing Palace, with ten soldiers under his command and a short blunderbuss in his hand.
He was just about to figure out how to upgrade this crap when Chongzhen vomited blood and fell down in front of him.
——Cerebral hemorrhage.
The imperial doctor knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty has passed away!"
Empress Zhou burst into tears, and the six-year-old prince was ignorant.
Lin Sui knew that once the news got out, the old foxes in the cabinet would never let a little kid sit on the throne.
He stood up.
"Your Majesty, you have the final say as to how long this news can be kept secret."
From that moment on, this humble little guard became the only knife for the orphan and widowed mother.
Wen Tiren wants to help the vassal king ascend to the throne? He brought fifty flintlock muskets to block the palace gate.
Is the civil service group uniting to force the palace? He locked Cao Huachun in four steps, said in three words that he would cultivate his character and draw the inner court, Jinyiwei, and Qingliu to his side.
Later, 30,000 Jin cavalry broke through the barrier and entered, and the Beijing camp collapsed at the first touch.
The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were helpless, so he led a thousand new troops and carried the flintlock guns he made, and walked out of Deshengmen.
Duduo threw the tea cup in the tent: "This damn Ming army, how can the fire gun hit seventy steps?!"
What made him even more devastated was that the loudmouth opposite blocked the camp gate every day and shouted:
"Duduo! Your eldest brother was born to your mother and the groom!"
"Your third brother is Fan Wencheng's father!"
"Among the Jurchens, you are the only one who is upright and young!"
Duduo couldn't sleep for a whole night: What if... They are really not his father's children?
Lin Sui wiped the barrel of the gun and smiled.
