The Ming Dynasty talker in the box

Chapter 9 Come again?

"Who?" Zhu Youjian was surprised and looked around: "Who is talking? Wang Chengen, was it you who just said that?"

Wang Chengen suddenly felt sad, feeling that his Majesty had lost his mind when he was about to die: "Your Majesty, I didn't say anything."

"Do you really think you are not at fault?"

This time Zhu Youjian was very sure that Wang Chengen did not speak.

"Who are you? Why are you trying to be mysterious at this time?"

"Just answer my questions first."

"Since I came to the throne, I have been awake since the rooster crows. I have been sleepless at night and often become sick from overwork. There has never been any entertainment in the palace. How can I be wrong?"

"But the world is still heading toward collapse step by step..."

"That's because the ministers misled the country and never acted with care."

"You are indeed not greedy for money, lustful, hedonistic, squandering, or lazy, but you have a fatal flaw."

"What flaws do I have?"

"You love to blame others and kill people indiscriminately! You always put the blame on others, which makes the subjects who are willing to serve the country neither willing nor dare to ask for service, so at critical moments, there is always no one around."

"The ministers are not punished for their mistakes. How do you want the court to operate?"

"You have been in office for 17 years. During these 17 years, you have replaced 17 ministers of the Ministry of Justice, 14 ministers of the Ministry of War and 50 cabinet ministers. I wonder which dynasty or generation is like you? Are all these people guilty? Are there so many? Are all the guilty people alone among you?"

"・・・"

"Actually, from the day you killed Yuan Chonghuan, the gears of fate have already started turning. From that day on, anyone who really wants to do something can't help but think about Yuan Chonghuan's fate."

"Then Yuan Chonghuan committed a great crime and deserved to die. What's wrong with me killing him?"

"That's it, that's it. That's it. Why am I telling you so much? You can continue to do what you want to do next."

"who are you?"

"Just an insignificant person."

"Can you save me from Beijing?"

"What happens after I save you?"

"As long as I am still alive, the Ming Dynasty will not be considered dead."

"So you still want to go through trouble?"

"Annihilating the rebels and regaining the country, how can this be called a struggle?"

"Have you ever thought about it, it's not that Li Zicheng wants to destroy your Ming Dynasty, nor is it that the Jurchens want to seize your country, but that the people in this world have had enough of your Zhu family's rule, and now they want to change the world and change it. Landlord try it.”

"How do those bandits and barbarians in the north know how to govern the country? Those ignorant people are just deceived."

"Whether it is ignorance or deception, at least you will know it after trying it. So no matter how hard you try, the Ming Dynasty will eventually fall. This is the historical law of the feudal dynasty, and you cannot change it."

"Since ordinary people can give it a try, why can't I also give it a try?"

"Haven't you been trying for 17 years?"

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Zhu Youjian walked under the old locust tree. He was stroking the spotless white silk. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he stood on the wooden bench and reluctantly put his neck on the white silk.

Seeing that His Majesty the Emperor was ready to die, Wang Chengen ran to another tree and hung up a thick rope. He wanted to wait for His Majesty the Emperor to die before following him.

But after waiting for a while, he found that His Majesty the Emperor had not kicked over the stool yet, thinking that His Majesty the Emperor was still somewhat nostalgic for this great river and mountain.

At this time, Zhu Youjian jumped down from the stool.

He took off his blue robe, tore it, then picked up a stone and rubbed it until the words on it could no longer be read, and then he stopped.

He threw the robe aside and stood on the wooden stool again. This time he did not stop and kicked the stool over with determination...

Hey!
Li Hengqu directly stretched his hand into the clouds and mist.

When I rescued the two little princesses, there was an emergency and I didn't have time to wear rubber gloves. After inspection, I found that the clouds and mist would not cause any harm to the skin.

He carefully pushed down the locust tree, and after Zhu Youjian fell down, he gently picked Zhu Youjian and Wang Chengen into his hands, for fear of accidentally squeezing them to death.

After holding the two people in the air, Li Hengqu swiped the screen with his left hand. After swiping to the South China Sea, he used two fingers to zoom in until a deserted island appeared on the screen. There was also a ship leaning on the island. A medium-sized sailboat on one side.

After he put Zhu Youjian on the ground, he said to him:

"You can spend the rest of your life on this small island. As for this world, it has nothing to do with you the moment you kick over the wooden stool." Zhu Youjian was still numb from shock at this moment, and he was at a loss He nodded, seemingly not hearing what Li Hengqu said clearly.

"Father."

"Father."

When the two little girls saw Zhu Youjian, they were pleasantly surprised at first, but they didn't dare to approach him halfway because their father had just picked up a knife and slashed at them.

"God, you finally came to see us." A man dressed as a priest made the sign of the cross and faced the sky.

At this time, a man with thinning hair ran forward. His face was soft, but not entirely Chinese. He was probably of mixed Chinese and Western descent. He also said to the sky:
"I, Buddha Tathagata, will starve to death if you don't come again. Please give me some food."

Um, food?Li Hengqu looked around the island and found that the ground was basically sand and rocks, and there were not many trees. It would be damned if it could produce food.

I left in a hurry last time and didn't have time to observe my surroundings, which almost caused another disaster.

"What's your name?" Li Hengqu asked.

The monk-like man suddenly heard the response and fell to the ground excitedly:
"Buddha, Buddha, is it really you? Oh, the young monk's name is Ivar Zhang. If it hadn't been for the Buddha's rescue last time, the young monk would have died in the sea."

Listening to this ghostly name, Li Hengqu knew that this guy was of mixed Chinese and Western descent and ran away:
"How did you survive without food for so many days?"

"There was still some food left in the cabin, and we distributed it carefully every day, so it lasted for a few days. However, the food finally ran out in the first two days."

"I'll get food for you later."

Ivar Zhang worshiped even more devoutly: "The young monk knows that Buddha is not like that nonsense God who is not willing to give up even an ant."

Father Kurt frowned and looked at Ivar Zhang, only to see that he had been talking to himself, as if he was really communicating with his so-called Buddha.

"Mr. Zhang, are you hungry? Have you seen hallucinations?"

"Shit, Buddha Tathagata has spoken to the young monk in person. Where is your God? Why don't you see him show up?"

"Who said God didn't show up? That giant hand just now belonged to God."

"Haha, the old monk doesn't bother to talk to you anymore, just wait for my Buddha to appear as a saint."

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Li Hengqu rubbed his swollen temples and stayed up for another night. It was too easy to get immersed in this reverse world.

Fortunately, old Chongzhen was saved, otherwise the people in this boat would have been ignored and disaster would have been in vain.

He went to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of rice, and carefully sprinkled it on the clouds.

Every grain of rice is as big as a liquefied gas tank in the counter-world. When it is thrown down, the smoke and dust on the ground rises, and a small mound is instantly piled up.

The people in the boat ran out when they heard the noise. When they saw the scene in front of them, they all opened their mouths in shock: Is this... rice?
Ivar Zhang was the first to respond: "Is this the rice that Buddha usually eats? It's really not something we mortals can understand."

"Is this food really sent by your Buddha?" Father Kurt asked in a low voice.

"That's natural. What do you think? Why don't you abandon your unreliable God and believe in me, Buddha?"

Father Kurt Smith's body was shaken and he silently retreated into the boat.

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This pile of rice is enough for them to eat for a long time, and it is quite interesting to raise a group of little people.

There is also an old emperor in this group of people. I don’t know what kind of situation they will be in after taking care of them. Let’s keep them for now. It won’t cost much anyway.

Li Hengqu wanted to bring his horizon back to the capital. He wanted to see if Li Zicheng had kept his promise and would not do anything wrong to the people. As a result, the screen seemed to be stuck, and there was no response after swiping several times.

Is this... a crash?

Li Hengqu clicked randomly on the screen, but there was still no response.

I guess I used it too frequently during this period, which caused the system to crash. Let's give it a rest first.

Li Hengqu planned to have a good sleep first, but just as he was about to turn around, he saw the screen flicker and turn into a black screen.

However, the black screen state did not last long, and a tiny bright spot appeared in the middle of the screen.

Then this bright spot burst out suddenly, emitting countless waveform textures like data streams.

This waveform texture seems to be mixed with countless video images, and these images are like historical trajectories.

The process didn't last long, and the images on the screen came together to form a 3D model of the earth that looked as if it were real.

Then two fingerprint icons appear on the screen with Continue and End written on them respectively.

Come again?

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(End of this chapter)