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

At this moment, the sun has risen from the east.

A new day has finally arrived!

March 19th was the last day of the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

The sky was bright and covered with sunlight, but the sky was still dark and gloomy.

Below, the sky full of wolf smoke in the capital seemed to have turned into a fierce tiger, still roaring and roaring.

After Zhu Youjian put his head into the jade belt, he looked at the beacon fire in the imperial city and the mess in the capital, and smiled foolishly.

Whatever!

That's it, it's okay to die.

Chongzhen, I am ashamed of my ancestors!

He took a step forward and left Qingshi completely.

All of his own weight was instantly exerted on his neck.

The trachea was blocked, and the next second, Zhu Youjian lost the ability to breathe.

"His Majesty……"

Wang Chengen looked on and yelled.

Emperor Chongzhen could no longer hear it.

He only felt his ears ringing and his eyes bloodshot.

The blood all over his body was rushing to the top of his head, but it was a pity that it couldn't get up when it reached his neck.

His eyes began to dim and he could no longer see clearly what was in front of him.

But he understood that as long as he persisted for a moment, he would be completely liberated.

But just when Zhu Youjian was silently waiting for death to come.

Unexpectedly, his eyes suddenly lit up.

This is……

what happened?

Could it be that the jade belt around the neck is broken?

Zhu Youjian was a little flustered.

He understood that if the jade belt was broken at this time, he might have no choice but to use the sword and become the first emperor of the Ming Dynasty to die by a sword.

Fortunately, the jade belt was not broken.

Instead, it entered a strange situation.

Zhu Youjian's eyes were no longer groggy, but filled with light.

Under the brilliance, the magnificent Ming Dynasty flashed...

Two hundred and seventy-six years.

……

"Expel the Huru and restore China!"

Zhu Youjian saw...

Zhu Yuanzhang, the grandfather of Taizu, raised his sword and immediately defeated Chen Youliang and Zhang Shicheng, and finally ascended the throne in Yingtian Mansion and proclaimed himself emperor.

In the first year of Hongwu, a forty-year-old middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe faced the rising sun and shouted loudly and energetically.

"My minister Zhu Yuanzhang declares to the emperor of heaven and earth to establish the Ming Dynasty..."

"Jianyuan, Hongwu!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the fourth year of Jianwen's reign, Yingtian Mansion was in flames of war.

Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen smiled miserably in the palace and disappeared in the fire.

he hissed.

"I am the blood descendant of Emperor Gao, how can I be humiliated by the Cangtu!"

"Yan Ni! Your bloodline will eventually destroy the Ming Dynasty... If you don't believe it, just wait and see..."

Outside the raging fire, there was a middle-aged man in his forties, covered in armor and covered in blood.

He sat on his horse and stood before the fire, with tears streaming down his face.

"Dad, did you see it?"

"My son will eventually conquer the world, but from today on, he will become an eternal thief!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the first year of Hongxi, Zhu Gaochi, who was fat and weak, was about to die of illness in the imperial city.

He explained to the next emperor Zhu Zhanji with a smile.

"Son, God has been kind to me and allowed me to be the emperor for ten months!"

"But let me tell you, don't say ten months, even if it is one month, I will be the emperor for one day."

"I, Zhu Gaochi, also want to let the people of the world know. Who it is, keep them in my heart!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the tenth year of Xuande's reign, Cricket Zhu Zhanji became seriously ill and lay on the bed where his father died, holding the jade seal and smiling bitterly.

"If you receive orders from Heaven, you will live forever!"

"Dad, Xuande's rule was so glorious, why don't you and I, father and son, live long?"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the 14th year of Zhengtong, the emperor Zhu Qizhen was kidnapped by the Wala people with five flowers and stood under the city of Datong, raising his head and shouting.

"The people above listen and open the city to me immediately to beg for surrender!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month in the eighth year of Jingtai, the seriously ill Emperor Jingtai was lying on the bed, facing his brother who had just been restored to the throne, with a look of begging.

"Brother, after I die, please don't kill Yu Qian, okay?"

The elder brother smiled ferociously, turned around and strode away.

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the third year of Chenghua, the young emperor Zhu Jianshen, who was in his early twenties, threw down the memorial with an angry face.

"Deliver the order! Command an army of 50,000 men to attack the Jurchens in Jianzhou, destroy their nests, and exterminate their species! No chickens or dogs will be left behind!"

It is known in history as Chenghua Liting.

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the eighteenth year of Hongzhi's reign, the thirty-six-year-old Zhu Youtang took the only woman in his life, Queen Zhang, with infinite nostalgia.

"Zi Tong, I'm leaving! You will be alone from now on, but... what should you do?"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the twelfth year of Zhengde, Emperor Zhengde Zhu Houzhao personally marched outside the customs. He watched the little Tatar prince defeated and fled at the top of Yingzhou City, shouting excitedly.

"Hahaha, little prince, listen!"

"I am the Governor-General of Military Affairs, the mighty General, and the Governor of the country, Zhu Shou!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houcong, dressed in Taoist robes, pointed at Hai Rui's nose and cursed.

"Are you the only one who is a loyal, good, and wise minister?"

"I give you eight words: You have no father and no king, you abandon your country and your home!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

The thirty-six-year-old Longqing Emperor Zhu Zaijing, who was critically ill, took his son Zhu Yijun's hand and said with a smile.

"Son, remember, you don't need to be diligent. If our emperor of the Ming Dynasty wants to go to court, he will not live to be forty years old..."

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the forty-seventh year of Wanli, my grandfather Zhu Yijun cried bitterly when he saw the memorial of the tragic defeat in the Battle of Saarhu.

"My thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in Liaodong have fallen into the hands of Jian Nu!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

Zhu Changluo, the fatuous and lustful father, beat his mother to death with his own hands and continued to curse her.

"You bitch, you must die for me..."

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the seventh year of the Apocalypse, his brother Zhu Youxiao was lying on the hospital bed, holding his hand.

"Come...my brother, I will be Yao and Shun!"

Zhu Youjian saw it.

In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, the capital city was destroyed. He stood on the Long Live Mountain behind the imperial city and tied the jade belt around his neck with his own hands.

"Chongzhen, I am ashamed of my ancestors!"

The infinite scenery of the 276 years of the Ming Dynasty passed by Zhu Youjian's eyes one by one.

Zhu Youjian finally smiled in relief.

Because last he saw.

The fifteen emperors of the Ming Dynasty all stood in front of him.

Hongwu's grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang stood at the front with a smile.

The old man looked at the last emperor of the empire, his eyes seeming to show approval.

he seemed to say.

"My child, you have tried your best, I don't blame you!"

Zhu Youjian was extremely ashamed.

The elder brother, Zhu You, came out of the school, walked up to his younger brother with a smile on his face, and said with a smile.

"My brother, you saw it. It's not easy to be the emperor!"

Zhu Youjian collapsed instantly, threw himself into his brother's arms, and cried loudly.

"Brother! My younger brother is wrong, and my younger brother knows he is wrong!"

Zhu Youxiao smiled, took Zhu Youjian's hand, and walked straight towards the emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

"Let's go, my brother, I will take you home."

After the 16 emperors of the Ming Dynasty stood together, they looked at each other and laughed loudly, and finally stepped into the clouds.

We, the descendants of the Zhu family, started from humble beginnings and failed due to lack of morality.

But for five thousand years in China, that dynasty dares to say...

No marriage, no indemnity, no cession of territory, no tribute.

The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies.

The sun and moon never set, the Ming Dynasty will always be there!

When everyone disappears behind the sky.

"call……"

Zhu Youjian breathed out his last breath, closed his eyes with a smile, and the dragon controlled Bintian.

Hearing that there was no more movement behind them, Shen Lian, Pei Lun, and Feng Kanyu finally turned their heads.

The three of them looked at the Ming Emperor floating in the wind and were speechless.

They understand.

An extremely brilliant era has come to an end.

The old eunuch Wang Chengen cried bitterly, holding Zhu Youjian's crown in his hands, kneeling on the belt, and wept bitterly for the empire and the last king.

His voice penetrated the sky, echoed on the Long Live Mountain, echoed over the capital, and echoed throughout the land of China.

"Congratulations..."

"The Ming Emperor is on his way!"