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Chapter 111 Emperor Chongzhen’s Dream Please subscribe

After staring at Emperor Chongzhen for a while, Zhu Cixi found that Emperor Chongzhen's thoughts were spinning very fast. It seemed that there were faint arcs appearing in Emperor Chongzhen's brain. When he looked carefully, he felt that these arcs were Emperor Chongzhen's brain waves. Activity.

Looking at the frequency of brain wave activity and jumping thoughts, Zhu Cixiang felt that Emperor Chongzhen must have fallen asleep.

"This must be a dream! It seems that in the memory of senior Fenglongzi, there is a talk about how to enter a dream. Why don't I enter my father's dream and see if I can persuade him to move south in his dream, or ask him The emperor’s intention to move south is that the country will be destroyed in two months, it’s too fast.”

Zhu Cixiang looked at the faint electric light flashing on Emperor Chongzhen's head, and knew that it was not the real electric light, but the phenomenon of the movement of other people's thoughts that his soul sensed out of the body, that is, a dream.

The method of entering dreams is actually found in Zhu Cihong's dream with Senior Feng Longzi. That is dream entrainment. Ordinary people's soul thoughts are not strong, and monks like him can influence their minds, hypnotize them, or simply communicate with each other.

Zhu Cixiang used the method of dreaming, and his soul immediately floated into Emperor Chongzhen's mind. Once he entered Emperor Chongzhen's mind, Zhu Cixi followed the guidance of Emperor Chongzhen's thoughts and entered Emperor Chongzhen's dream.

This is a tall Zhumen mansion, the rest of the place is bright and white, very blurry, including the surrounding attendants wearing eunuch costumes.

"Come and catch me, come and catch me!"

"Brother, wait for me, wait for me!"

And in the area of ​​light and white, two young people were chasing each other. They were laughing and laughing, looking very happy. As they ran, the young man in front suddenly put on a yellow robe, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly. , the young man sat on the dragon throne.

The young man behind also stopped, looked at the young man in front, and asked with a smile, "Brother, how come you became an official? Then can I be an official like you?"

"Okay, okay. I'll pass it on to you after I finish it for a while."

The young man who looked somewhat similar to the young man behind him now had a somewhat calm and self-confident attitude, and also had a beard on his face, but he also said to his younger brother with a loving look on his face, "Wait a minute. When King Xin grows up, I will let you be the emperor."

"Okay, to be the emperor, to be the emperor, I believe that the king must also be the emperor."

The younger brother smiled even more happily when he heard this, but after he finished speaking, the original palace hall suddenly changed into a courtyard wrapped in plain white cloth. The room was filled with the pungent smell of medicine. At this moment, the young man's hand was being The pale brother pulled me.

"Brother, when I leave, take good care of your sister-in-law and Zhongxian. He is not a bad person. Don't believe the words of the Donglin Party. With him assisting you, my Ming Dynasty can still be stable for a while."

The elder brother's face was pale, but when he looked at his younger brother, he tried his best to smile and said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, I will let you be the emperor. King Xin, from now on you will be the one to decide the Ming Dynasty."

After the elder brother said this, he held his younger brother's hand and let go, suddenly walking away.

"elder brother!"

The younger brother stretched out his hand to grab it, but didn't catch anything. He saw a group of people wearing sackcloth and mourning, carrying coffins, and walking forward with difficulty step by step. The younger brother ran forward to pursue, but came to the Jinluan Hall again. , somehow, he was already sitting on the throne representing the Ninth Five Supreme Being, with a group of courtiers kneeling on the ground below him.

There are countless memorials to review every day. He, a prince who has grown up in the palace, has no idea how to deal with them. Many things are left to the Donglin Party members who support him in power. As time goes by, the state affairs are getting worse day by day, and the food and salary are getting worse. , Jiapai, Liaoxiang, Lianxiang, severe drought in the Pass, peasant uprisings continued, and the Jurchens outside the Pass annexed the Mongolian Oara tribes and gradually grew stronger.

In the imperial court, the party and government became increasingly prominent. The Donglin Party became dominant, and they cheated and evaded taxes. They engaged in corruption and bribery. The nobles occupied the land. The life of military households was even worse than that of serfs. Sichuan fell, Guanzhong fell, Zhuxian Town was defeated, and Songjin was defeated. Defeated, the bandit Li Zicheng proclaimed himself emperor in Xi'an, and was about to march into Beijing. He sang triumphantly along the way, and countless cities surrendered. Hou Jin and Guan Ning's army confronted each other. The official army defeated the Tatars more than they won. The head of the Wu family came to Beijing to collect payment. , he needs millions of food and salary before he is willing to leave for Beijing to escort him!The move to the south was mentioned again and again, but was dismissed time and again by the so-called uprightness and justice. The national treasury was increasingly empty, the officers and soldiers were in short supply of food and pay, government-made firearms exploded, and corruption was serious.

This young man has been mercilessly attacked by life under the passage of time. Although he is only in his 30s, he is as old as his sixties.

At this moment, he was sitting in the Ninth Five-Year Plan supreme position, listening to the court officials below reporting on the recent corruption and natural disasters. He couldn't help but frown, but he was helpless.

"Zhu Youjian, why didn't you decide to move south?"

At the same time, a strange voice appeared in Emperor Chongzhen's heart. Hearing this voice, Emperor Chongzhen, who was sitting in the ninth-five supreme position, looked up. At this sight, he was shocked all over.

Because in the sky above the court meeting, a being wearing a yellow dragon robe, with a majestic face, and the appearance of an emperor appeared here. This being stood in the void, without any help, and just appeared in a way that broke through common sense.

"Who are you? Why did you appear in my court meeting?"

Emperor Chongzhen's tone was a little excited, obviously very surprised by the appearance of this figure.

"This emperor is the Central Emperor of Heaven. I came to entrust you with your dream to see if you still have a way out in the Ming Dynasty!"

The figure's voice was majestic and came unhurriedly.

This figure was the only Central Emperor that Zhu Cixiang could imagine attacking, and now he was using it to entrust Emperor Chongzhen's dream.

"The Central Emperor of Heaven, are you an immortal?"

"The way out? Is moving south the way out?"

Emperor Chongzhen smiled bitterly when he heard this, "Although you can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, and you also entrusted me with dreams, you may be an immortal, but the current situation of the Ming Dynasty is so corrupt, do you really have a chance?"

"Or is this the way out for you, the immortal, to show us your sage and eliminate all the shortcomings of the Ming Dynasty?"

While speaking, Emperor Chongzhen stood up, but the courtiers around him seemed not to see him and were still making noise below.

"Although I am the central emperor of heaven, the human world and the immortal world are separated. Unless you open an altar to worship heaven in the Ming Dynasty, I will not be able to enter the Ming Dynasty."

The majestic voice of the Emperor in the center of the heaven came, but it made Emperor Chongzhen below frown.

"Can the act of opening an altar bring the power of immortals and gods to the world? Although I, Zhu Youjian, am not the emperor of the ages, I do not follow any etiquette when it comes to offering sacrifices to heaven. Why don't I see any immortals descending to the world to sweep away the world?"

　Dreaming seems to be quite fun. Not many people read the book. I have fifty subscriptions, so there are not many left.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)