How did you, a prisoner on death row, become an important weapon of the country? Yecheng Gao Weiming

"Outside the pavilion...beside the ancient road...the grass is green and the sky is green..."

"The evening breeze blows the willow flute and the sound of the willow flute... the setting sun is outside the mountain..."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, there are only a few close friends..."

"A pot of turbid wine and all the fun... tonight..."

"Don't dream cold!"

Just when the invading army was about to break through the inner city, Zhu Youjian went on a killing spree.

In the Renshou Palace of the Forbidden City, in a solemn atmosphere, a poignant song unexpectedly sounded.

Zhang Yan, Queen of Ming Dynasty Yi'an, played and sang by herself, and sang again the ballad she had performed before she and her master parted ways.

parting!

We have to say goodbye today.

Especially when singing about the time when a pot of turbid wine has exhausted all the joy, don’t sleep in the cold tonight.

There was a smile on Zhang Yan's lips, as if she was reminiscing about her childhood.

Recalling that day, Master fought against a hungry tiger in the mountains and laughed loudly.

The music stopped, and she put her hands on the guqin, still unwilling to recover from the memories.

"My lady..."

There was a soft cry next to him.

It turned out to be the palace official Lu Lingxuan calling Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan opened her eyes slightly and looked back.

"Lingxuan, haha! Why are you calling me empress? At this time, can't you call me Baozhu?"

Lu Lingxuan stood up speechlessly.

"Oh, you are almost forty years old, and you still call me by your nickname. It's so annoying."

"No, you have to call me Baozhu, you can't call me empress!"

Zhang Yan, however, looked at the other party angrily like a child, while Lu Lingxuan shook her head and smiled bitterly.

"Okay, Baozhu! Let's call you Baozhu! Let's call you Baozhu for life!"

Zhang Yancai smiled sweetly.

Lu Lingxuan was stunned.

Seventeen years have passed, and time has not left any trace on Baozhu's face.

Although the other party is thirty-nine years old, he is still pretty and beautiful, as if he was a teenager more than twenty years ago.

Still young and romantic, just as carefree, still laughing and scolding in Xiangfu County.

Can……

The sound of gunfire and fighting in her ears told Lu Lingxuan.

Everything has changed.

The final moment is coming.

"Okay, okay! Orb! This song should be finished, and the emperor and sir should also pay their respects."

Lu Lingxuan stood up and looked at the portraits of Emperor Tianqi and Mingxi Zong Zhu Youxiao hanging on the wall, as well as a small tablet of Master Li Xin.

In front of the portrait and the memorial tablet, incense candles were lit, swaying in the cold wind.

Lu Lingxuan turned around and said helplessly.

"You said you were about to meet them, so why are you going through so many red tapes?"

Because she saw again that Zhang Yan picked up the eyebrow pencil and blush, and actually wanted to dress up.

Zhang Yan was too lazy to pay attention to her. She was still combing her messy hair and applying blush in the mirror, meticulously.

Lu Lingxuan sighed and said rather resentfully.

"Baozhu, Baozhu, you said that after you die, you should be buried in the imperial mausoleum, right?"

"Whether it is Li Zicheng or a slave, there must always be an arrangement for the deceased of the royal family. It is impossible to leave the body in the wilderness?"

"I'm so miserable! As a female official, there is no difference between me and a palace maid. I might be thrown into the corner and be picked up by wild cats and dogs."

Zhang Yan, who was putting on makeup, was startled, turned around and said angrily.

"Lingxuan, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"I will leave a last word for later people to see. I will bury you and me in Deling together. When we get down there, we will still be sisters."

Lu Lingxuan made a sound.

"Pull him down! Who saw it later?"

"Zhu Youjian, he didn't even build his own mausoleum. He didn't even know where to bury it. How can he still care about us?"

"Intruder? If they are serious, they might dig up Deling and bury you in it!"

"If it's unintentional... maybe, we won't let us go even after we die!"

"what?"

Zhang Yan turned her head in surprise, no longer caring about applying the eyebrow pencil and blush in her hand, with a worried look on her face.

"Lingxuan, you...you didn't scare me, did you?"

When she thought that Chuang Jun would not be spared even if she died, she might as well get herself burned.

puff!

Lu Lingxuan giggled when she saw the other person's face turning pale with fright.

"Of course I'm scaring you, Baozhu!"

"Don't worry, I've already asked about everything."

"There is a vanguard officer in the Chuang army named Shen Lian, and a young general named Feng Kanyu. They seem to be in charge of this siege. Guess who they are?"

"what?"

Zhang Yan was completely shocked.

Who is Shen Lian?

She was too familiar with him. He was once a Qianhu member of Jinyiwei North Town Fusi, but he gave up his bright future to follow his master.

After the fall of Huangling Town, he became a rebel and died with Wei Zhongxian in Fucheng County, Hejian Prefecture seventeen years ago.

He didn't die and became a siege officer?

As for Feng Kanyu...

That is Master's only bloodline.

Feng Qiaoer's child, heir to the Feng family's Guanshan Taibao.

It turns out that they didn’t die either, they survived together.

And he followed Li Zicheng, the invading army, to fight back to the capital for revenge?

"Lingxuan, you...why do you know this information? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Lu Lingxuan curled her lips and said, "With everything being beaten like this, how can you still not know who the siege general is?"

"Baozhu, you are the only one who doesn't know this because you eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long. Who doesn't know that the fall of the Ming Dynasty is inseparable from Huangling Town!"

"Many eunuchs and maids in the palace say that they are the ghosts of Huangling Town who have come back to seek revenge and claim their lives."

Zhang Yan was stunned and suddenly smiled.

"Damn Lingxuan, you know how to scare me."

"Since we have Shen Lian and the others, why are we afraid of being thrown into the wilderness? They will definitely deal with us properly."

After saying that, Zhang Yan started drawing in front of the bronze mirror again.

Lu Lingxuan watched silently and sighed in her heart.

Yes!

Orb, we should all have a burial place.

Can……

When death really comes, why do I feel so uncomfortable?

Unlike you, I'm afraid you died seventeen years ago.

Nowadays, the world is corrupted and the Ming Dynasty is destroyed. This has finally become the result you and I wanted.

But is this result really what you and I want to see?

Lu Lingxuan couldn't bear it anymore when she heard the shouts of killing getting closer and closer.

She hesitated and whispered to Zhang Yan.

"Baozhu, I... I don't want to be behind you, can you take the first step..."

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid of seeing you like that. Can you let me explore the way for you first..."

Zhang Yan was startled and nodded slightly.

"Okay, Lingxuan! Then you can go first, and I will come later."

"Remember to wait for me below! I'm a little scared too..."

When Lu Lingxuan saw Baozhu agreeing, she grinned and seemed to be relieved of her burden.

She walked to the beam where Bai Ling had been hung, randomly selected one, stood on it, and stuck her head in.

"Then...orb! I...I'll leave first! You...don't be in a hurry."

"Draw well and draw slowly. Don't wait until you get down there and let your husband and the emperor laugh at your appearance..."

After saying that, Lu Lingxuan mustered up her courage, stepped on the air, and immediately couldn't breathe.

She subconsciously struggled twice, and realized that the more she struggled, the more painful she became, so she had to close her eyes tightly and endure silently.

"……Um!"

When Zhang Yan heard the movement behind her, she didn't look back and continued to lightly apply blush.

But just after applying it, two lines of clear tears fell down, washing away the blush into a mess.

She had no choice but to wipe away her tears, reapply, rinse and wipe again, and it seemed she could never stop.

Zhang Yan finally lost her patience, threw away the blush, looked at the bronze mirror with tears streaming down her face, broke down and cried.

"Damn Lingxuan! You, you!"

"Why don't you stay away and let me look at your appearance in the mirror, won't I be afraid?"

In the bronze mirror, a beautiful shadow floated in mid-air, causing Zhang Yan great pain.

After an unknown amount of time, Qian Ying finally made no sound, and Zhang Yan picked up the blush again and started painting slowly.

At the same time, he looked at the beautiful figure in the mirror and smiled foolishly.

"Lingxuan, Lingxuan. It turns out that it won't take long for the person to be gone."

"Remember to wait for me! If I don't find you when I go down, I'll be really angry."

"What are you angry about?"

Suddenly, a gloomy voice came.

There is another figure in the Renshou Palace in the bronze mirror.

The opponent was wearing an ocher yellow dragon robe stained with blood, a crooked black-winged crown on his head, and holding an Emperor's Sword that was also stained with blood. He was standing behind Zhang Yan and shouted ferociously.

Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, saw the face of the man in the mirror clearly, and finally put down her blusher and eyebrow pencil.

She laughed and said to the bronze mirror.

"Zhu Youjian, what are you doing here at this time?"

It was Zhu Youjian, Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, who broke into the Renshou Palace.

When Zhang Yan asked, he also smiled coldly.

"What are you doing? Sister-in-law, of course I will send you to death."

"Hey...you are always so anxious!"

Zhang Yan finally turned around and stared at the other party coldly.