A college, a classroom, an elective course in China.
"To correctly understand the Emperor Chongzhen, we must understand the enemies he faced: first, the civil service group headed by the Donglin Party, second, the rising Houjin (Qing Dynasty), and third, the peasant uprising army."
"Of course, there are also eunuchs, droughts, floods, earthquakes and other natural disasters."
Zhu Xingguo spoke cheerfully on the platform.
Under the platform, some students were sleepy, some played games, some ate snacks, and some two people sat in the back and scattered dog food.
The only one left was listening carefully with his head raised and his cheeks held.
Seeing this, Zhu Xingguo had no choice but to blame the students for his unattractive lectures.
He knocked on the table to remind the students to pay attention, but the effect was not significant. It only lasted a few seconds for the students to raise their heads and lower their heads.
Five minutes before the end of class, Zhu Xingguo thought that this elective course was not within the scope of the final assessment of the school. He decided to muddle along with the policy of "passing the exam if the score is not high".
At that moment, the student who listened carefully suddenly shouted: "There are always crooks who want to harm me. Take it!"
All of a sudden, the whole class quieted down, and their eyes gathered on the student.
"Zhu Ming, wake up quickly. You are talking in your sleep."
The sleeping classmate was soon woken up by his deskmate.
Looking around blankly, Zhu Ming did not see the teacher's figure on the platform. He breathed a little relief and asked in a low voice: "Class is over? Have you drawn the key points of the exam? Let me copy."
Sitting at the same table, he winked and whispered, "The teacher is behind you."
Zhu Ming was so frightened that all the dead people rushed to his feet.
Zhu Xingguo came forward, glanced at the saliva soaked book Chongzhen's Things on the desk, smiled and said, "Is this book good?"
Zhu Ming shook his head and answered honestly, "It's not very beautiful. It's all made up. In the era of Chongzhen, there was no external system. Now people can't live through it for more than two episodes."
"Oh, what would you do if you were to cross Cheng Chongzhen?"
Zhu Ming shook his head: "Teacher, I don't want to be Chongzhen. It's too difficult."
"Zhu Ming, what the teacher said was that if... if you really passed through, what would you do?"
"Teacher, I don't want to be Chongzhen without plug-in."
"Well, I allow you to use the plug-in."
"Summon Fahai, the mighty Tianlong, and Prajnaparamakong. I will let Fahai take over anyone who revolts."
"... Well, you are not allowed to use Fahai, Saitama, Lufei, Naruto and other calling systems."
"I won't wear it."
"If you don't wear it, you can't eat when you go home tonight." Zhu Xingguo glared angrily and thought, "Can't you cure your boy?"?
"Well, kneel down... I have thought a lot of inferences before, and the result is that no one can turn the tide unless there is a supreme system, or change all the civil and military officials, eunuchs and eunuchs in the court, but that is just the plot in the novel, which is impossible to achieve."
Zhu Ming shook his head like a rattle. In the Chongzhen era, all kinds of disasters, together with the post Jinliu bandits, even though he had passed through, he let those Donglin Party and eunuchs die every minute.
At this time, Zhu Xingguo suddenly found that the students' attention was focused. He seized the opportunity and said, "Boys and girls, after you go back, think about it carefully. What would you do if you crossed the Ming Dynasty? Well, that's all for this class. I will set the final exam, and this question must be taken. Class is over!"
The students wailed that the disgusting final exam was coming, and it was the inhumane teacher Zhu who set the question.
As Zhu Ming packed his schoolbag, he thought to himself: Through? How can it be possible? How can people in reality cross it? Have you read too many novels?
He wiped the saliva soaked book on the desk. Suddenly, the title page of the book sent out a dazzling light, stabbing his forehead!
Zhu Ming felt a pain in his head and fainted in an instant.
……
"Zhu Youjian, wake up!"
Wang Ensheng thought for a moment, and felt that the name was not quite right. He looked at the Jinluan Hall and no one noticed him. He hurriedly changed his mouth and shouted in a low voice, "Your Majesty, wake up!"
After several consecutive shouts, Zhu Youjian remained motionless with his eyes closed.
He reached out his hand and tried it gently. His nose was full of air.
Wang Ensheng was very worried at this time, and thought: Zhu Youjian, Zhu Youjian, how can you sleep on the accession ceremony? In another 17 years, your country will be gone, and you will have to hang with me on that crooked neck tree in the coal mountain. If you know you have such a tragic fate, you can still sleep on the accession ceremony?
However, he felt that he was too miserable. He clearly had a very happy family and did not know how to cherish it. Now he has come to such an end. Without the ability of men, it will be difficult for him to get involved in affairs, and there will be no absurd story about the scuffle between the palace and the junior.
Oh, damn it! Damn broken body!
Yesterday, he thought of hanging himself from the tree in the backyard of Lord Xin's Mansion, but after finding a white cloth strip from the box, a small pile of gold in it made him give up his courage to die generously.
……
Zhu Ming only felt his head hurt and opened his eyes vaguely, but he was surprised by what he saw.
This classroom... No, it seems to be a palace.
The palace looks big enough to accommodate many people. There are two rows of actors in ancient official costumes in the middle, rehearsing a historical play.
The entrance of the palace is also very bright, and you can see the soldiers outside in rows. The props are very lifelike. There are no through poles or anything.
The mass actors are very powerful. There are so many people, so neat, and the armor weapons are like real weapons. The director must add chicken legs at night!
No
He slightly reflected that I was in class. Why am I here?
Zhu Ming was stunned for a while, and finally found something wrong. He saw a dragon on the armrest of the seat.
... Dragon chair?
At this time, a call came from the ear, "Your Majesty, you are finally awake."
Zhu Ming heard the call and was stunned again, emperor? I am the emperor?
Zhu Ming rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh secretly. It hurt so much that he was sure he was not dreaming.
I slowly moved my stiff body. I felt that the dragon chair was a little hard. My buttocks hurt. The arms were also a little high. It was uncomfortable to sleep with my cheeks.
He moved for a while, and turned his head to see a chubby round face appeared in front of him. This man was an old eunuch, looking at him sadly.
Zhu Ming was stunned, and then his head ached. Memories flooded in, "Are you... who are you?"
Wang Ensheng was relieved to see Zhu Youjian finally wake up, "Your Majesty, I am Wang En... Wang Chengen, I am your most loyal companion."
Zhu Ming's eyes turned sharply. Emperor Chongzhen had a companion named Wang Chengen. Did you really become Chongzhen?
But... he didn't want to be Chongzhen at all, because it was too difficult!
Zhu Ming wanted to cry without tears, but he blamed Baba's crow mouth. This time he was really finished.
At this time, a eunuch came in with a square box in his hand.
"Your Majesty, it's time to choose a new year."
Wang Ensheng took over the wooden box sent by Li Chaoqian, the eunuch of the Secretary General, which contained four wooden plates with the year number written on them for the emperor to choose from.
In the past dynasties, every emperor has only one year, which is like opening a shop. You must choose a good name, or else you should be cool. So you must be careful and consider carefully when choosing.
The first year is Xingfu.
The second is Xianjia.
The third is pilgrimage.
The last one is Chongzhen.
Zhu Ming blinked, looked at the last wooden card, couldn't help but pick it up, stretched out the index finger of his right hand, and gave it a sharp clasp. He wanted to take the year off the wooden card.
He thought the year was very unlucky.
Seeing Zhu You's act of picking up the cards, Wang Ensheng's heart wrenched: I knew you were going to choose this unlucky year!
What should we do now?
Is it like the divination that changing the year title can change the luck of Ming Dynasty?
Wang Ensheng thought silently in his heart, and finally decided to stop it. He hurried to the front and whispered: "Your Majesty, you should be careful in your choice. A good year may not be long. Or... would you like to see something else?"
At this time, Zhu Ming found that the year on the wooden plate was engraved and could not be deducted. He heard Wang Chengen's words and took a deep look at Wang Chengen. Yes, it was indeed Zhu Youjian's most loyal eunuch. If Zhu Youjian had listened to this person's words and chosen another year, he would have changed the fortune of the Ming Dynasty.
Thinking of this, Zhu Ming feels cold all over. Isn't he Zhu Youjian now?
No, change the year quickly.
Zhu Ming is going to put the wooden card back.
At this time, Li Chaoqian, the chief eunuch of the chief eunuch of rites standing on the left, was so sharp eyed that he thought the emperor had chosen it. He shouted loudly, "The emperor has chosen the year title - Chongzhen!"
Li Chaoqian's voice was very sharp and thin. It spread far away.
Zhu Ming was so angry that his hands shook violently. He wanted to change it again, but it seemed impossible.
Wang Ensheng's eyes widened and he sighed deeply. It's really hard to change the historical process. It's God's will!
After the year is selected, an imperial edict is issued.
When Wang Tiqian, the chief eunuch of the ceremonial supervisor, marched to the Golden Palace with the imperial edict, Wang Ensheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not allowed to read it. He decided to study classical Chinese and read the imperial edict as soon as possible.
The eunuch Wang Tiqian officially read the edict, confirmed Zhu Youjian's new identity, and announced to the world that the new emperor had ascended the throne!
"Congratulations to the emperor. Long live my emperor!"
Zhu Ming sits on the dragon chair, like a god standing high above. In the praise of Honglu Temple officials, the civil and military officials at the bottom rise and fall one by one, and act as one, kowtowing to him.
In the high voice of congratulations, there was a thunder. Zhu Ming finally woke up from his great happiness - seventeen years, and seventeen years left for him.
