In the fourteenth year of Zhengtong, Zhu Qizhen opened his eyes on the dragon throne.
Wrong. It was his father, Zhu Zhanji, who opened his eyes in his son's body.
In front of him was the old eunuch who was kneeling and crying bitterly. Next to him was Wang Zhen who was encouraging his own conquest. To the north was the tiger and wolf army of Ou La Yexian.
He has been dead for fourteen years, and I don't know how this mess ended up like this. But he recognized the young face in the mirror, and the frivolity and impulsiveness that broke out in it.
That stupid son will be led away by Wang Zhen, and he will lead an army of 200,000 people into the grassland. He will also make dumplings first, he will be taken as a prisoner, and he will be laughed at as an "Oara foreign student."
He's back. This won't happen.
Yu Qian defended the city, Wang Zhen was about to die, and Wala could not get in.
As for the remnant soul of his stupid son trapped deep inside his body... Let's talk about it.
Dad is here, it's not your turn to seek death.
