Ni Ming: I Am Nine Thousand Years Old

The candlelight flickered, and the smoke curled up in the Jinluan Hall. Wei Zhongxian, no, but Jiang Chen, bowed in front of the emperor. What flashed through his mind was the paper he was studying: "The Political Logic of Powerful Ministers in the Late Ming Dynasty". He looked up and saw the young emperor sitting with a smile, innocent and innocent, but hiding the aloofness of an emperor. "Nine thousand years old," Tianqi whispered, "I heard that the Donglin Party is secretly discussing you again." Jiang Chen was shocked, history was happening. He stood up slowly, with a sharp edge in his eyes: "Your Majesty, I have heard a saying - 'If the clear water is not clear, the sewage will become turbid.' If we don't do anything, the sewage will eventually flood this Jinluan Palace."