"You mean, this is the decoction prescribed for me by the Imperial Hospital. Am I ill?" A pale young man looked at the eunuch who was kneeling on the ground and asked doubtfully.

"Go back to your Majesty, what I said is true." The eunuch raised his head, with two lines of tears on his face. He wiped away his tears and choked up: "Your Majesty, I feel cold, and my body is getting heavier day by day, and my heart is like a knife.

, I wish I could suffer on behalf of the emperor. Now that the emperor is well, this old slave is very happy."

Although he felt that the emperor had changed into a different person after his illness, Wei Zhongxian knew that the young man in front of him was his emperor.

During the days when the emperor was ill, he never left her. Now the emperor is in good health, but his thoughts seem to be confused. But it doesn't matter. As long as he is well, it will be good. He used to be Li Kangfei's eyes and ears, but the emperor

I still don’t give up on myself. I sincerely hope His Majesty is well. Otherwise, what will happen to my wealth?

The young man was in a daze, because he found that he could have traveled through time and become an ancient person, but instead traveled through the first year of Apocalypse and became the short-lived emperor Zhu Youxiao! Yes, it is the first year of Apocalypse, to be precise, it is the seventh day of the first lunar month of the first year of Apocalypse.

, and he... is the Emperor Tianqi who has been on the throne for less than half a year!

As we all know, Emperor Tianqi was the most famous carpenter emperor in history, and he was also a notoriously fatuous emperor. Many people did not think well of him.

Zhu Youxiao knew that Emperor Tianqi's greatest specialty was carpentry, and he was really good at it, to the point where he was obsessed with carpentry.

However, judging from his actions during his reign, it is really difficult for you to judge whether he is a good emperor or a bad emperor. In fact, emperors cannot be distinguished by good or bad.

But this is the emperor! I am the emperor of the country! Zhu Youxiao thought for a moment and then smiled with satisfaction.

But this smile was extremely scary in Wei Zhongxian's eyes. The Ming Dynasty lost two emperors in one year. If...he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he only hoped that his emperor would get well soon and stop showing off.

Just a scary smile will suffice.

"You... cough, cough, cough!" Zhu Youzhen wanted to speak, but his throat suddenly became itchy, and he coughed violently. He felt that he almost coughed out his lungs. Isn't that how the consumptive ghost in the Star Master movies acted like this?

?Thinking of this, Zhu Youxiao felt a chill.

Wei Zhongxian quickly knelt and moved forward a short distance, handing over a bowl of soup that only had some warm medicine left.

Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but frowned as he looked at the pitch-black bowl of Chinese medicine.

"Your Majesty, it will be better if you hold the plums in your mouth." Wei Zhongxian smiled flatteringly and took out a small golden bowl with his left hand from nowhere, which contained some candied plums.

For the sake of his own health, Zhu Youxiao could only pinch his nose and drink the bitter medicine. The flu that could kill the emperor must be very serious. If he didn't take the medicine well, he would probably be "cold" in a few days.

"Died." He raised his head and glanced at Wei Zhongxian. Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "You have worked hard these days."

The bowl of soup quickly reached the bottom. Wei Zhongxian complimented his emperor a few words as if flattering him, then bowed and left.

As a time traveler, Zhu Youxiao has been waiting for the arrival of the golden finger. But he doesn’t know why, maybe because of his physical weakness, the golden finger that should have never appeared. Or maybe, it’s just that he has read too many time travel novels, and maybe it’s really because of his physical weakness.

There is no golden finger in time travel.

He couldn't help but sigh heavily, then picked up another candied plum and threw it into his mouth. This plum was quite delicious. Who cares about it, wouldn't it be nice to become an emperor?

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past two days, besides sitting under the cloister wrapped in fox fur and looking at the beautiful snow scene in the Forbidden City, Zhu Youxiao spent his free time searching his mind for the history he had learned.

As for women, Zhu Youxiao had never thought about it. He was still a child. Besides, he had learned lessons from the past and he didn't dare to mess around. He didn't want to be like his father who had eight women in one night and not the next day.

The Ming Dynasty was a complicated and disputed dynasty, with eunuchs holding exclusive power, civil servants forming cliques, and constant foreign invasions. It was not a matter of human disasters, but geological disasters also continued in the Ming Dynasty.

When it comes to the Tianqi Dynasty, there is only one thing that is most famous for, and that is party strife.

The eunuch serving him turned out to be the infamous nine thousand-year-old Wei Zhongxian in history.

His predecessor had vigorously promoted the Qi, Zhejiang and Chu Party, allowed Wei Zhongxian to establish the Eunuch Party, and suppressed the Donglin Party promoted by his father. In fact, he had to admire the Donglin Party. These people really did a great job in speculating on the crown prince.

It's done well.

Whether it is his father or his younger brother behind him, the Donglin Party is really familiar with the issue of the crown prince. Especially after his younger brother Chongzhen ascended the throne, the Donglin Party once again began to take power.

These Donglin Party members, who were full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, made Chongzhen believe that all the officials in the world read the books of sages and were good officials who were not corrupt.

But when the Manchus entered the customs, what did these ministers do? They surrendered, collaborated with the enemy, and betrayed the country. In the late Ming Dynasty, party disputes almost became the main thing in the court. It was said to be a dispute over governing opinions, but in fact it was a dispute over their own interests.

It comes more appropriately.

In the previous life, many people were wondering whether to chop off Wei Zhongxian's head after traveling through time, but Zhu Youxiao had never thought about it that way.

Without Wei Zhongxian, who would I use? Someone from the outer court? Someone from the Donglin Party?

Stop making trouble. Apart from the eunuchs, you have no one to rely on. Besides, wouldn't it be nice to have someone in front of you? You can be the carpenter emperor with peace of mind!

Wei Zhongxian can be used, but he cannot use it like his predecessor. He should make Wei Zhongxian a knife in his hand, not a nine thousand years old.

In Zhu Youxiao's memory, his father, Emperor Taichang, died a little unclearly due to the Hongwan case. In this palace, oh no, in this world, Emperor Tianqi is an emperor who only knows how to have fun and wants to seize power.

There were a lot of people, all watching his every move.

If you make a wrong step, what lies ahead is an abyss. It is important to save your own life first. My father will die inexplicably. This is a lesson learned from the past!

Zhu Youxiao felt his head hurt again. It seemed that for his future happiness and well-being, he had to do some homework and learn how to be a good emperor, otherwise he would inevitably follow the old path of history. He didn't really want to be a short-lived emperor.

!

"Your Majesty, it's time to go to court." Eunuch Chen Hong used the word "go to court" tactfully to remind Zhu Youxiao to pay attention to his temperance. In the eyes of others, Zhu Youxiao, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was immersed in the joy of carpentry all night long.

Looking at the defective products lying on the ground, Zhu Youxiao sighed lightly. Even if he inherited the craftsmanship of the carpenter emperor, making that thing is really not that simple. He waved his hand, and a group of firemen immediately came to understand.

tidy.

On the ninth day of the first lunar month of the first year of the Apocalypse, it was still dawn, and at this time, outside Fengtian Gate, the civil and military ministers were all standing in the darkness, waiting quietly. The only thing accompanying them was the orange firelight that was constantly swaying with the north wind.
Chapter completed!