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Chapter 491 The Writer and the Emperor 1
On May [-]th of the sixth year of Tianqi, the emperor, who had been in a coma for ten days, opened his eyes with surprise and bewilderment.

As a result, the Forbidden City, which had been silent for many days, came alive again, and countless eunuchs and courtiers wept with joy——God Bless Daming, God Bless My Emperor!

God bless... these precarious creatures like weeds!
Ten days ago, on the sixth day of May in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, at Sitime, a big fireball crossed the sky from the northeast corner of the capital, fell to the southwest corner, and carved a deep scratch on the blue sky.

The curious people in the capital were pointing at the sky, awed and curious, when suddenly a huge black cloud rose from the southwestern corner of the city, and the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed in an instant. It was hard to escape, and some people even flew far away to Changping, and their clothes were smashed when they fell to their deaths.

In the Forbidden City, craftsmen fell from roof beams and wooden frames and were smashed to pieces.The elephant in the Dajialu book was frightened and ran away, trampling the people.

For a time, countless people were killed by bombing, falling to death, or trampled to death in the chaos, and the capital was almost reduced to hell.

At that time, the emperor was having breakfast in Qianqing Palace, when there was a sudden tremor, and the emperor went straight to Jiaotai Hall in panic.

In the face of such shocking changes in the color of the world, even as the emperor, the emperor could not help but look ashen, and the two sides were fighting, thinking: Is it possible that the sky is going to kill me?
When the earth and rocks settled down and the guards and officials arrived, the emperor knew that the Emperor Huanghuang had been reduced to powder. What's more, the crown prince Zhu Cijiong, who was not yet one year old, was also frightened, and died a few hours later in convulsions and convulsions. passed away.

The emperor's eldest son, Ci Ran, was born to Empress Zhang, who was born stillborn and presented to Prince Huai Chong as a posthumous gift; the second son, Ci Yun, died shortly after birth, and was posthumously mourned for Prince Huai Chong.

It is difficult for the prince to grow up, the country is restless, and there are many discussions among the people in the court. Therefore, the only remaining seedling, Miao Cijiong, is not yet one year old. The emperor sacrificed to the Taimiao to announce to the world, and made him the prince. He only hoped that the ancestors would bless the child and grow up safely. Who knows that even he can't escape the doom that seems to follow him everywhere.

Frightened, frightened and distressed, the emperor's eyes turned black, his ears roared, he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood, rolled his eyes and passed out.

When he woke up again, he was himself, but not himself.

The emperor looked at his hands with a calm expression on his face, as if he had fallen into numbness after mourning, but there were countless thoughts in his heart: the fate belongs to me, I am very happy to be the emperor, and thank the whole world.

But... I don't want to be the bloody emperor in this bloody era at all, okay?

let me go back!

Let me go back ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, I will not continue to update it? !

--no.

He can't go back.

Puxiang Zhenren, male, writer of online novels.As a writer with integrity, Puxiang Zhenren persisted in the harem literature for 20 years, which can be called a major feature.

A friend complained: "Your writing is good everywhere, it's a harem, and most female readers are rejected, do you know that?"

Pu Xiang sipped the wolfberry tea in the thermos, continued to practice immortality and stayed up late, typing on the keyboard cracklingly: "Lang Yue, you girls don't understand this. If I don't write about the harem, what's the point of writing novels?"

"..." The friend on the other side of the network was speechless, and it took a long time to send a sentence, "Go and try to open a harem yourself!"

Puxiang: "I don't! I'm not stupid."

……

Facts have proved that you can’t talk nonsense, and you can write harem texts, but you can’t think about opening a harem yourself. When Puxiang woke up and found himself an emperor, he was ecstatic at first, and then full of despair:

It would be better to become any emperor than this unlucky short-lived carpenter emperor, right?Isn't Emperor Tianqi's reputation bad enough in history, and isn't his encounter bad enough?
Oh, no, it's better than his younger brother, but it's also limited.

The Ming court was riddled with holes. He was an emperor who was obsessed with carpentry, and the power was in the hands of Wei Zhongxian. There was rampant corruption in the officialdom, and the common people rose up. The treasury was empty, the system collapsed, and the hearts of the people were scattered. Let the flames rise everywhere!

Fortunately, he couldn't see that scene—in another two years, as soon as he kicked his legs, it would be time for a replacement.

Right now, Master Puxiang only wants to die. He would rather live until the wee hours of the morning for his livelihood than perish with Daming.

A man is a real man, he will die if he says he wants to die. Master Puxiang refuses to eat and drink, and wants to die wholeheartedly.

This time, Wei Zhongxian, who was serving beside him, was so anxious that he knelt down and begged the emperor to take a mouthful of ginseng soup. The emperor refused, but half raised his eyelids, and gave him a cold look.

Wei Zhongxian had no choice but to invite Mrs. Fengsheng to persuade the emperor to have a meal. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Fengsheng didn't work. In desperation, Ke didn't call him the emperor, and even called the emperor by his nickname, crying: "Brother Even if you feel sorry for the crown prince, you should take care of your own body, all the people in the world are entrusted to you!"

It took Puxiang a long time to realize that this fair-faced and kind-hearted woman was Emperor Tianqi's wet nurse, Hakka. She said in her heart that she was not at all as coquettish as in the legend. A very ordinary thin old man with no extraordinary spirit.

The crown prince had just passed away, and the emperor had been in a coma for several days. The two men were mentally depressed and dressed plainly. They really looked like ordinary men and women in the folk.

Mrs. Feng Sheng's persuasion was useless, and I was a little dumbfounded myself, so I discussed with Wei Zhongxian: "The emperor looks like he has no love in his life, it seems that we have to ask Li Niangniang to persuade, filial piety is the top priority, the emperor can't ignore it. "

Emperor Tianqi's biological mother, Wang Cairen, died young, and his adoptive mother, Li Xuan, was called Xi Li. The eldest son of the emperor was raised by Li Xuan.

After the death of Guangmiao, the ministers proposed to invite Zhu Youxiao, the eldest son of the emperor, to ascend the throne, but Li Xuan refused to move out of Qianqing Palace. Palace transfer case".

Later, the ministers forced Li Xuan to move to the palace, and Li Xuan made a lot of troubles. The emperor had to treat Li Xuan's mother and daughter favorably to show his filial piety to his adoptive mother.

As far as the relationship between mother and child is concerned, I'm afraid it's hard to find, but Li Xuan's status as a foster mother is there, and there is no empress dowager to preside over the palace.

Wei Zhongxian waited on Emperor Tianqi to bring the baby over. He knew that the relationship between the emperor and Li Xuan's mother and child was very thin, so he might as well have a deep relationship with the wet nurse, Keshi. Then invite Niang Niang to come."

These two people had no idea that there was a queen in the palace!

Before Mrs. Ke could invite Li Xuan to come, the sick emperor couldn't stand the real Puxiang for many days without eating or drinking, and passed out quietly.

Wei Zhongxian suddenly panicked, everyone fainted, not to mention inviting Li Niangniang, even if the Holy Mother, Empress Dowager Wang Niangniang was resurrected, the emperor would not be able to see or hear him.

He is an eunuch, with great power and authority, and holds the supervisor of ceremonies in his hand. He is called "nine thousand years old". After all, he is also the emperor's domestic slave, and all power comes from the emperor.

Everyone in the world said that Wei Zhongxian was domineering, but Wei Zhongxian was just a dog beside the emperor. He was released to bite Qingliu civil servants. If the owner is gone, how can this dog end well?

Others can also vote for the Ming Lord, and the so-called "eunuchs" can also be scattered like birds and beasts, but Wei Zhongxian is tightly tied to the emperor. If the emperor has something to do, he can't run away first.

For this reason, Wei Zhongxian had to keep the emperor alive no matter how desperate he was.

Fortunately, Wei Zhongxian was still a little quick-witted, if he was really a dull-minded person, he wouldn't be able to get into his current position. After thinking for a while, Wei Zhongxian decided to offend Long Ti.

Back then, he married a wife and had a daughter among the people. Later, for the sake of gaining wealth and honor, he even gave up his wife and daughter, so he sold them cruelly and cut them off to enter the palace. If he is so sure, he dares to risk his life!

There was no room for hesitation when the situation came to an end, Wei Zhongxian quickly asked someone to cook rice soup with silver choko, waved the palace guards away, pried open the emperor's teeth, and poured down a bowl of rice soup.

Although the soul in Emperor Tianqi's core didn't want to live, his body swallowed food instinctively. Wei Zhongxian was overjoyed—since he could eat, he was not far from getting better.

The man on the dragon bed woke up again, and for a moment he couldn't tell who he was. There were two memories in his mind, one belonged to Zhu Youxiao, the eldest son of Guangmiao and today's great son of heaven, and the other belonged to Zhu Youxiao who was born hundreds of years later. The online writer Puxiang Zhenren.

The two thoughts kept fighting and dazed, this surprise: My Daming is going to die?

That heart said: The Qing Dynasty is dead and you are still waiting for your Ming Dynasty. Do you think I am happy to be the emperor?Not to mention the Internet, there is not even a flush toilet, what a fart!
- Bold!
--madness!
The emperor's soul was trembling with anger, and he shouted: "I want to kill your nine clans!"

The writer retorted: "When I go back, I will disturb your Deling, so that you will not live in peace after death!"

"You do not dare."

Pu Xiang was taken aback: "What?"

The emperor was only 21 years old, very young, and his voice was clear, and he suddenly smiled triumphantly: "I see, my Deling is a 'cultural relic protection unit', you dare not move it."

Master Puxiang was a little depressed, and he was unwilling to be manipulated by the emperor, so he sneered and said, "You are amazing, but it took hundreds of years to punish my nine clans, no, ten clans!"

After speaking, he was taken aback, why did he suddenly have a few more "relatives" in his memory?Who is that gentle and beautiful woman in a palace costume with a sad face?Who is that puffy, pale middle-aged man?That handsome young man...

Gradually, the emperor can understand the knowledge hundreds of years later, as if he is Puxiang who has grown up in that world for more than 30 years; the writer also absorbs the memory of the emperor, and can see everything that Zhu Youxiao has experienced in his life for more than 20 years .

The two thoughts gradually merged, regardless of each other.

In the end, this soul couldn't tell whether he was an emperor or a writer. He only knew that since he couldn't die, he should work hard to survive.

Xu Shi Puxiang was older and more experienced, and his thoughts vaguely prevailed. He gave Wei Zhongxian a strange look, and muttered: "You asked for it yourself."

Wei Zhongxian bowed his waist: "Is there any order from the emperor?"

"I'm hungry, pass on the meal." The emperor thought to himself, knowing what will happen in the next few hundred years, it makes no sense to watch Ming Dynasty fall and China fall. He is a majestic emperor, can't he do something to change the damned? fate?
(End of this chapter)