Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 1 The first thing to do when traveling through time is to chop into pieces.

It is January 17th, the second year of the Great Tomorrow.

Liaodong and Hexi, Guangning City.

The heavy snow that covered the sky finally stopped last night. Early this morning, the sun, which had not been seen for more than a month, appeared again. The snow melted, and the water flowed down in series along the blue tiles. Looking out through the window lattice, it looked like a waterfall. Under the sunlight, it looks really good.

In the room, Wang Qi, who was wearing light armor, lowered his head and clenched his fists. When he raised his head again, his eyes showed a little solemnity.

Three days ago, Wang Qi from the 21st century traveled through time due to a car accident and possessed a young man with the same name.

Wang Qi, nineteen years old, was born in Zhucheng, Shandong. He was the governor of Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty and the nephew of Wang Huazhen, the censor of Youqiandu. He was in charge of military affairs for hundreds of households in Guangning.

His parents died young and he was very brave and fierce. Apart from his uncle Wang Huazhen, he had no other relatives. In order to facilitate his discipline, he followed Wang Huazhen all year round and was nominally his personal soldier. However, Wang Huazhen was busy with his duties, which actually caused his death. His character became more and more arrogant. This serious illness was due to him going out for hunting and was shot by a Jianzhou scout wandering outside Guangning City. He finally escaped back to the city, and when he was dying, he was possessed by the later Wang Qi and was reborn.

After lying in bed for a few days, Wang Qi had completely accepted the reality of his time travel, but he became increasingly worried about the situation he was in.

Although Wang Qi didn't like history in his previous life, he still remembered the heartbreaking words of the history teacher who wore thick-soled glasses in high school:

The Ming Dynasty perished in Chongzhen, and the Ming Dynasty perished in Wanli.

It can be seen from this that what kind of good year can the Tianqi Dynasty, which is sandwiched between Wanli and Chongzhen, be?

The Donglin Party, the Eunuch Party, and the Peasant Army within the Ming Dynasty are not mentioned for the moment, nor are the successive years of famine.

Jianzhou Nurhaci alone is enough to give people a headache. The old slaves who have been gathered together for more than 30 years have already become full-fledged. The victory of Saarhu has caused him to have some evil thoughts about his original suzerain country, the Ming Dynasty!
  Nowadays, Liaoyang and Shenyang, the important towns in Liaodong in the Ming Dynasty, have lost Guangning in Hexi. Will they be far behind?
  Wang Qi couldn't remember any of the giants in the late Ming Dynasty who had turned the tide in Liaodong. What use could this cheap uncle Wang Huazhen be worth?

Wang Qi's head hurt: Where is Yuan Dudu, the patron saint of the Ming Dynasty? Where is Sun Chuanting, the last giant in the late Ming Dynasty?
  "Brother Qi," at this moment, a deep and deep voice came from outside the house: "The master asked you to get up and go to the study in the back hall to meet him."

Qin Erbao, seventeen years old this year, is a slave of the royal family. He is always by Wang Qi's side. He is loyal, brave, cautious, and has amazing strength.

Not long after, accompanied by Qin Erbao, Wang Qi appeared outside Wang Huazhen's study wearing light armor. Wang Qi always loved riding and shooting, so he never left his armor.

Although Wang Huazhen is a cheap uncle, he has a bad reputation in history. First, he relied on the Donglin Party to seek a high position, and had a great time fighting with Xiong Tingbi in Liaodong and Liaodong. Later, in order to survive, he curry favor with Wei Zhongxian, the chief of the Supervisor of Ceremonies. He got a bad reputation after his death, but he was really kind to his nephew.

Wang Qi stood obediently at the door of the study: "Wang Qi pays homage to uncle."

"Come in," a cold voice came from inside the house.

With a creak, Wang Qi pushed the door open and entered.

Wang Huazhen's study room is particularly elegant and quiet, with a great Confucian style.

The governor of Liaodong, who was writing a letter with his head down, did not raise his head and spoke while writing: "How are you doing?"

"Replying to my uncle, Qi'er feels that she has recovered, and I'm sorry that my uncle is thinking about her." After saying this, Wang Qi cupped his hands and bowed gently to Wang Huazhen.

"Huh?" Wang Huazhen paused with the pen in his hand, and raised his head with some doubts. He looked at his nephew with a pair of deep eyes, as if he was a stranger. After a serious illness, his nephew, who was originally so generous, became so understanding of etiquette?
  "I still have some conscience, and my hard work as an uncle is not in vain." Wang Huazhen put the brush in his hand aside and leaned against the huanghuali armchair.

"Lying on the hospital bed these days, it feels like a world away. Qi'er feels that she has let down her parents. Now you are the only relative. How can you let your uncle worry about you? I hope your uncle will bear with you for all the ridiculous behaviors in the past," Wang Qi said. Although it was adulterated, the feelings were real. Thinking that he would never see his parents and relatives in his previous life again, the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red. Seeing Wang Qi's sad look, Wang Huazhen seemed to think of his sister who died young, and sighed helplessly: "Birth, old age, illness and death are all unpredictable things."

Wang Huazhen, her mother's uncle, cheered up, picked up the letter he had just written, and handed it to Wang Qi: "The situation in Liaodong is currently complicated, and Hexi is also in danger. I have a duty to protect the land, but you are innocent. Take the letter and go Find the Chief Assistant in the capital, and for the sake of past friendship, he will help you find a job."

Wang Huazhen has no son and has raised Wang Qi by his side since he was a child. He already regards Wang Qi as his own son.

Wang Qi looked at the bright yellow envelope, but did not reach out to receive it.

"Uncle, didn't you stick to Guangning?" Wang Qi was a little surprised. In his memory, Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi wrote memorials to criticize each other as high as one person.

Of course, the struggle between the two is mixed with the party struggles between the Donglin Party, the Qi Party, and the Chu Party. The Secretary of Ceremony also contributed to it, and the complicated interest relationships in it will not be mentioned for the time being.

"How do you, a child like you, understand the affairs of the court?" Wang Huazhen sighed as if he couldn't help himself.

This was the second time the Liaodong governor sighed since he entered the room.

"I will naturally stick here. You are ready to let Erbao accompany you back to Beijing tomorrow." Wang Huazhen seemed to be unwilling to say anything more. He put the letter on the table, waved his hand, and was about to send Wang Qi Send it off.

Looking at this cheap uncle, his figure was slightly different from the image recorded in history books. Feeling Wang Huazhen's love and concern for him, Wang Qi was silent for a while and spoke again: "Xiong Jinglue, who is stationed in Youtun, has tens of thousands of elite soldiers. If Guangning and Guangning provide mutual aid, Jianzhou may be wary of it."

"When did you know the soldiers?" Wang Huazhen's face suddenly darkened when she heard Xiong Tingbi's name, and she immediately interrupted Wang Qi's words.

At this time, a guard outside the house reported: "Sir, General Sun has arrived and is waiting for you in the front hall."

"Okay, go get ready and leave early tomorrow morning." Wang Huazhen stood up and walked to the front hall without saying any more to Wang Qi.

Looking at Wang Huazhen's hurried away figure, Wang Qi suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling of panic in his heart. If Guangning falls, Ming Dynasty's power in Liaodong will completely collapse and Wang Huazhen will die.

Whether it was the feelings of this body or his own actual thoughts, Wang Qi was unwilling to lose his only relative in the world.

"Brother, which General Sun is here to pay a visit?" Wang Qi stepped forward to stop the soldier who reported the news, and asked.

"Replying to Mr. Baihu, it's General Sun Degong who is the guerrilla of the Central Army in Guangning City," the guard recognized Wang Qi and bowed back politely.

"I know, thank you," Wang Qi nodded with a smile, indicating that it was okay.

"My dear, please excuse me." Upon seeing this, the bodyguard bowed and retreated.

The moment the bodyguard disappeared, Wang Qi's originally smiling face turned gloomy.

Sun Degong!
  Wang Qi licked his lips. If he remembered correctly, the battle of Guangning City was caused by Sun Degong's rebellion and collusion with Jianzhou, which caused the defenders to collapse at the first touch. All the garrison fortresses around Guangning were destroyed, and at the same time it spread Rumors caused chaos in the city, and the Ming army collapsed without a fight.

This led to Wang Huazhen and Xiong Tingbi returning to Beijing guilty of guilt. The result was that Xiong Tingbi, the Liaodong manager, was reported to the nine sides. Although Wang Huazhen later defected to Wei Zhongxian, he was also executed in the fifth year of Chongzhen.

Looking up at the sky that was starting to become hazy again, Wang Qi moved his lips slightly: The first thing to do when traveling is to chop it into pieces!
  I will kill this beast!
  (End of this chapter)