Jinling Spring Deep Yan Yunke

Jiashen State Revolution, in March of the 17th year of Chongzhen, Li Zicheng captured Beijing. History has changed here: the crooked-neck locust tree on Meishan did not wait for its king. Zhu Youjian put on a green cloth jacket, took his three sons and twenty guards, and disappeared into the dark night outside Donghua Gate. Behind him is the burning capital, Wang Chengen's body hanging on the locust tree, and the dust and smoke of an empire that collapsed. Twenty-seven hundred miles from Beijing to Nanjing. The proud soldiers of the four towns in the north of the Yangtze River, the old party feuds in Shilin in the south of the Yangtze River, Shi Kefa's lonely loyalty, Zuo Liangyu's wait and see, the remnants of the rogue bandits in the north of the Yangtze River, and the Jianzhou cavalry who are always eyeing them outside the pass. What Chongzhen has to face is no longer the words on the memorial, but a broken country that is so real and cruel. Farther away, Li Zicheng sat on the half-empty dragon chair and discovered that conquering the world and sitting on it were two different things. An emperor who did not die, a bandit who should not have won, and a history that branched off from Meishan.