Why did the emperor rebel?

Chapter 1 Past and Present
Endless shouts of killing sounded from all directions, and there was a sea of ​​fire in the distance.

A ray of lonely soul fluttered and landed on a grotesque tree with a crooked neck, looking at the dozen or so people rushing in from a distance with complicated eyes.

These people are clearly fleeing.

Several people around were holding long knives, and the light blue flying fish robes on their bodies were stained with large chunks of blood.

They were surrounded by a middle-aged man who came in a hurry.

The man looked no more than 30 years old, but there were already clusters of white hair between his temples, and he was wearing a blue-blue robe embroidered with dark patterns. Although there was no blood, it was covered with dust.

He wears a black Yishan crown on his head, but it seems to be deflected by something, so it hangs loosely on his head, and a few strands of hair fall off, looking extremely embarrassed.

The people around looked anxious and vigilant. Even though they were exhausted, they still held the long sword tightly in their hands.

However, the man in the middle is different. He seems to have lost his soul, his eyes are dull, and he walks with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

They walked under the tree, and the man was helped to sit down. It seemed that he noticed the firelight in the distance. The man woke up in a trance and asked, "Have they already occupied the Forbidden City?"

When the people around him heard the words, they knelt on the ground, walked forward on their knees, and cried bitterly.

"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body. If you lost your capital, we still have Nanjing. You are the foundation of the society. If we reorganize our army, we will be able to regain the capital and restore the sun and the moon."

"Oh, restore the sun and the moon?" The man whispered, a trace of sadness appeared on the wooden face, and the fire in the distance reflected in his eyes, and his expression suddenly calmed down: "Wang Chengen, prepare ink, I want to issue an edict."

The person next to him who was called Wang Chengen saw that his heart was not as dead as he was just now.

"Your Majesty forgives your sins, the servants left in a hurry, without silk..."

"It's okay."

The man got up, lifted the hem of his blue-blue robe, and with a "tear" sound, he tore off the cloth that was more than two feet long.

After another tear, a boxy piece of cloth fell on his hand.

He spread the square silk torn from the placket on the big stone beside him, took the red pen in Wang Chengen's hand, and stroked it like a knife.

"My Liangde is contemptuous of bowing, and it is the fault of the heavens, but all the ministers have mistaken me. I died, I saw my ancestors without face, I took off my crown, covered my face with hair, and let the thieves split without hurting one of the people."

In just a few words, it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted.

After finishing the book, he put down the red pen, stretched out his hand and took off the Yishan crown on his head, placed it upright next to the square silk, and knotted the rest of the clothes into a long strip of cloth, looking up at a thick branch sticking out. The crooked neck tree, smiled.

"It's a good place to be!"

Wang Chengen knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and waited for the imperial edict to be recorded.

After a long while, he didn't hear anything. He raised his head boldly, only to see the emperor's hair disheveled, staggeringly hanging on a tree with a crooked neck, and he had lost his breath.

"Your Majesty, you have died..."

Wang Chengen let out a howl like a cry, and slammed his head into the big rock beside him, and also lost his breath.

In the distance, there was a burst of dust flying, and the shouts of killing came from far to near. The guards who had been scattered around woke up, rolled up their hand and Yi Shan crown, and rushed towards the thieves who were chasing after them.

The fire burned more and more fiercely, and the flames shot straight into the sky, as if they were going to burn everything in a fire.

He just leaned on the old crooked neck tree so quietly, watching the fire in the distance, watching his younger generation lose his breath.

After a long time, he fluttered and got up from the tree, looked at the mausoleum in the north, showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and murmured in a low voice.

"In 270, Guozuo was destroyed today. Brother, you hate me so much that you don't even let me enter the ancestral mausoleum temple, but this Ming Dynasty was finally destroyed by your descendants. You and I are both The sinners of the Zhu family... Let it go, it's better to go back, it's better to go back..."

He drifted with the wind, drifting aimlessly into the distance, but where is the place to return?

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Orthodox 14 years, August.

Night, the capital.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the entire capital was illuminated in an instant.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the eaves densely, forming lines from beads and flowing in all directions.

The season is now approaching late autumn.

Logically speaking, the autumn rain is continuous, and it should also be a light rain.

But this rain seemed to be a torrential rain in early summer, with a ferocious and heavy force.

The thick dark clouds pressed the sky low, like a huge shadow, shrouded the entire Beijing city, making people breathless.

The rumbling thunder resounded through the sky, slashing straight above the Yu Wangfu.

Zhu Qiyu's eyes widened, his eyes crossed the thick curtain, and there was a bitter taste of soup.

There was no lamp in the house, only a few thin candles were lit, the light was soft and dim.

It looks like the maids who watch the night accidentally kicked something and ordered it when they were afraid of the darkness.

Zhu Qiyu moved his fingers, only to feel that he couldn't move, and he had no strength at all.

With the faint light, he turned his eyes with difficulty, trying to take a clear view of the room in front of him.

However, before he could look at it clearly, a sharp pain suddenly hit, as if someone was holding a gourd sledgehammer and slammed it heavily on his head.

Zhu Qiyu only felt that his mind was chaotic and his body was exhausted, and he just wanted to continue to fall asleep.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the room through the window.

The only remaining lucidity in Lingtai made Zhu Qiyu vaguely feel that he should wake up.

So he braced himself, stretched out his hand and swept beside him.

With a "snap" sound, the tea bowl on the table by the couch fell to the ground. The sound was crisp, and it fell into several pieces.

The sound of the sound quickly alerted the people outside, and the two maids hurried in, looking at Zhu Qiyu's weak appearance, surprised and happy.

"Your Highness is awake!"

The voice fell, and the quiet palace soon became noisy, countless maids and maids rushed in, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.

In the chaotic crowd, Zhu Qiyu vigorously discerned several familiar figures.

Xing'an, Chengjing, Wang's, Hang's...

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When Zhu Qiyu woke up again, he was surrounded by people.

The room was still a little dark, but the lights were on.

The light is still soft, but it is just enough to see people clearly without disturbing people's rest too much.

He moved his arm and found that he gradually gained strength, so he propped himself up and glanced at the people in the room.

The nearest place is Xing'an, his great companion, behind him is a charming woman of twenty or so, and further outside is a group of maids and maids.

The woman was wearing a home-made blue jacket, no makeup on her face, only her eyes were very red and swollen, and she apparently cried a lot in recent days.

Zhu Qiyu was stunned for a while, then recognized...

This is Mrs. Hang, his successor, or, it should be called Concubine Side now.

He looks younger than he is familiar with.

It was brightly lit outside, and soon an old man walked in and placed his hand on his pulse.

He also recognizes this person, from the Tai Hospital, but he can't remember his name clearly.

Following the old man in, there was a dignified woman of the same twenty.

Different from the Hang family, this woman was wearing a dark blue Juyi, lined with a light red shirt, without a crown, but with a gold hairpin on her head, she looked dignified, but her face was tired. Very, from time to time a trace of worry flashed between his eyes.

This is Mrs. Wang, the wife of his original wife, the concubine of Yu Wangfu.

After looking at it, the old man also finished his pulse, turned around and arched his hands.

"Don't worry, wangfei, this night is the most dangerous. The prince has survived this, and it will be fine. The old minister has already prescribed the prescription, and then we just need to take good care of it and take care of it slowly."

Wang Shi's frown finally loosened, and he sent the person out of the door before turning back.

But before he got to the bed, tears fell: "My lord finally woke up, my ancestors bless you!"

These days when Zhu Qiyu passed out, Mrs Wang was the backbone of the entire palace. When she cried like this, the maids around her also sobbed, Mrs Hang couldn't help jumping to the bed and crying.

The noisy cries, dim lights, and countless scattered memory fragments made Zhu Qiyu feel a headache again.

He clearly remembered that he was dead.

Died in Jingtai eight years.

On that day, his brother who was imprisoned in Nangong rushed into his bedroom with the army and put him under house arrest.

His already frail body suffered this catastrophe and died of a disease.

Not only that, but after his death, he was deprived of his imperial title and buried in Xishan.

No sacrifice, no worship, no sacrifice!

He is like a lonely ghost with nowhere to go, lingering in this imperial city.

Watching his brother sit on the throne again, doing things in reverse, watching people close to him get killed, imprisoned, and exiled.

Watching his nephew ascend to the throne, watching the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty from generation to generation.

Until one day, he watched the artifact collapse, the emperor hanged himself, and the country changed hands.

Sad, angry, but helpless...

But now?
Zhu Qiyu looked around, Mrs Wang and Mrs Hang were still sobbing, their voices were subtle but he could hear them really well.

Familiar faces surrounded Zhu Qiyu with joy or worry, making him feel a little dazed.

Could it be that he had a big dream?
"Xing'an..."

Zhu Qiyu opened his mouth, but found that his voice was hoarse, as if being scraped on a stone with a dull knife. It was obvious that he had not spoken for some days.

Fortunately, Xing'an grew up with him since childhood. Even if his voice was weak, he could hear it clearly and immediately replied.

"The servant is here."

"Now... when is it? Is there anything going on outside?"

Zhu Qiyu wanted to ask what year it is now, but he felt that the words were inappropriate, so he changed his mouth and asked vaguely.

Xing'an only thought that his master was in a coma these days and wanted to know about the outside world, but he didn't think much about it, and opened his mouth to answer.

"Your Highness, it's the beginning of Yin Shi, you've been in a coma for seven days, but fortunately these days, the capital is fairly peaceful. The concubine Jiao and the elders of the Sixth Division are in charge of government affairs, and urgent matters need to be decided to be sent to Xingzao, Others who are not in a hurry are suppressed, and when the emperor returns to the capital to deal with it, the former army will send it, saying that the emperor has already set off to drive back to Luan, and will arrive at the capital in a few days."

Jiao Concubine, walking, returning to Beijing, military newspaper...

Zhu Qiyu caught a few words keenly, and there was a vague guess in his heart, and his tone was a little hurried, and he continued to ask: "You just said that I was in a coma for seven days, what day is today? It was said, where is the emperor stationed?"

"Back to your lord, today is the [-]th day of the eighth month. It was reported in the previous military newspaper that the holy car was stationed at the Tumu Fort outside Huailai City."

When Xing'an's voice fell, Zhu Qiyu seemed to be smashed with a stick by someone covering his head, and Venus stared straight out of his eyes.

This day, he will never forget.

On August 14, the [-]th year of Zhengtong, the army reported to Beijing. The Ming army was defeated. Hundreds of thousands of troops were almost wiped out.

History says, civil engineering changes!
　Seedlings of the new book, take a look at those who pass by, add a collection, thank you~~~
　　
　　
　
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