Ming Dynasty 1641 When Others See Prisoners, I See Qianlong

Time traveled to the 14th year of Chongzhen in the late Ming Dynasty, and I became Xiaoqi, the lowest level member of the Imperial Guard. Others serve as royal guards: embroidered spring knives, flying fish suits, and interrogating prisoners in prisons. I am a royal guard: I see the city full of monsters every day, and the dragon aura on the imperial city that is getting weaker and weaker. The rogue bandits, Hou Jin, Manchu civil and military forces, and the demonic aura above their heads all point in the same direction - the Ming Dynasty is about to run out of energy. I'm just a little flag, what can I do? Would you like to hug me with another thigh? But who among the officials in the capital has clean thighs? Until that day, I saw a border army general covered in blood in the prison - the purple energy on his head was soaring into the sky, and he looked like a hidden dragon. What others see is a prisoner, what he sees is a hidden dragon. In this dead game, there may be a way to survive.