August, the fourteenth year of Orthodoxy.
Night, capital city.
A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the entire capital in an instant, and the sound of "rumbling" was heard endlessly.
Big raindrops hit the eaves densely, forming lines from beads to flowing in all directions.
The time now is approaching late autumn.
Logically speaking, the steady autumn rain should also be light rain.
But this rain seemed like a heavy rain in early summer, fierce and heavy.
Thick dark clouds pressed the sky low, like a huge shadow, covering the entire city of Beijing, making people breathless.
The rumble of thunder resounded across the sky and struck directly above Prince Xin's Mansion.
Zhu Qiyu's eyes widened, and he looked past the thick curtains, and what hit his nose was the bitter smell of soup.
There was no lamp in the room, only a few thin candles were lit, the light was soft and dim.
It looked like the maids who were keeping watch at night accidentally kicked something and lit it when they were afraid of the darkness.
Zhu Qiyu moved his fingers, but felt that he could not move his whole body and had no strength at all.
With the faint light, he rolled his eyes hard, trying to take a clear look at the room in front of him.
However, before he could take a closer look, a sharp pain suddenly hit him, as if someone was holding a pumpkin sledgehammer and hit him hard on the head.
Zhu Qiyu felt that his mind was in chaos, his body was exhausted, and he just wanted to continue falling asleep.
A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the entire room through the window.
The only bit of clarity left in the spiritual platform made Zhu Qiyu vaguely feel that it was time to wake up.
So he braced himself and reached out to sweep around him.
With a "pop" sound, the tea bowl on the table next to the couch fell down with a crisp sound and broke into several pieces on the ground.
The noise quickly alerted the people outside, and two maids hurriedly walked in. Seeing Zhu Qiyu's weak appearance, they were surprised and happy.
"Your Majesty, wake up!"
As soon as the voice fell, the quiet palace quickly became noisy. Countless maids and maids poured in, and the room was suddenly brightly lit.
Among the chaotic crowd, Zhu Qiyu managed to distinguish a few familiar figures.
Xing'an, Chengjing, Wang family, Hang family...
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When Zhu Qiyu woke up again, he was already surrounded by people.
The room was still a little dark, but the lights were on.
The light was still soft, but just enough to see people clearly without disturbing their rest too much.
He moved his arms and found that he was gradually gaining strength, so he stood up and glanced at the people in the room.
The closest person is his elder companion Xing'an, behind him is a charming woman in her twenties, and outside are a group of maids and servants.
The woman was wearing a homely green coat and skirt. She had no makeup on her face, but her eyes were very red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying a lot in recent days.
Zhu Qiyu was stunned for a moment, then recognized...
This is the Hang family, his successor, or should be called the side concubine now.
She looks younger than what she is familiar with.
The lights outside were bright, and soon an old man came in and put his hand on his pulse.
He also recognized this person. He was from the hospital, but he couldn't remember his name clearly.
Following the old man, there was a dignified woman in her twenties.
Different from the Hang family, this woman was wearing a dark blue robe with a light red shirt. She was not wearing a crown, but she had a gold hairpin in her hair. She looked dignified and dignified, but she had a tired look on her face.
Very, a trace of worry flashed across his brows from time to time.
This is Mrs. Wang, his first wife, the princess of Prince Tan's palace.
After taking stock, the old man also finished taking his pulse, turned around and cupped his hands.
"Don't worry, Princess, this night is the most dangerous. Your Majesty will be fine after surviving this. I have already prescribed the prescription. All you need to do is take good care of him and nurse him back to health slowly."
Mrs. Wang's frown finally relaxed, and she sent the person out of the house before turning back.
But before he even reached the bed, tears fell down: "Your Majesty is finally awake, my ancestors bless you!"
In the days when Zhu Qiyu passed out, Mrs. Wang was the backbone of the entire palace. When she cried, the maids around her also began to sob. Mrs. Hang couldn't help but throw herself in front of the bed and cry bitterly.
The noisy crying, dim lights, and countless scattered memory fragments made Zhu Qiyu feel headache again.
He clearly remembered that he was already dead.
Died in the eighth year of Jingtai.
That day, his brother, who was imprisoned in Nangong, led the army into his palace and put him under house arrest.
His already weak body suffered this disaster, and he died of an illness.
Not only that, after his death, he was stripped of his imperial title and buried in the Western Mountains. His coffin was not included in the imperial mausoleum, and his throne was not included in the Ancestral Temple.
No sacrifice, no worship, no sacrifice!
He was like a lonely ghost with nowhere to go, lingering in the imperial city.
Watching his brother sitting on the throne again and acting in the opposite direction, watching people close to him being killed, imprisoned, and exiled.
Watching his nephew ascend the throne, watching the Ming Dynasty be passed down from generation to generation.
Until one day, he watched the artifact collapse, the king hang himself, and the country change hands.
Sad, angry, but helpless...
But now?
Zhu Qiyu looked around. Mr. Wang and Mr. Hang were still sobbing. Their voices were faint but he could hear them clearly.
Familiar faces, either happy or worried, surrounded Zhu Qiyu, making him feel a little dazed.
Could it be that he had a big dream?
"Xing'an..."
Zhu Qiyu opened his mouth, but found that his voice was hoarse, as if he had been scraped on a stone with a blunt knife. It was obvious that he had not spoken for some days.
Fortunately, Xing'an had grown up with him since he was a child. Even though his voice was weak, he could still hear it clearly and replied immediately.
"My slave is here."
"What time is it now? Is there anything happening outside?"
Zhu Qiyu wanted to ask what year it was now, but when the words came to his mouth, he felt it was inappropriate, so he changed his question and asked vaguely.
Xing'an just thought that his master had been in a coma these days and wanted to know what was going on outside. He didn't think much about it and opened his mouth to answer.
"Your Majesty, it is the first moment of Yinshi. You have been unconscious for seven days. Fortunately, these days, the capital is relatively peaceful. Consort Jiao and the elders of the six departments are handling government affairs. If there are urgent matters that need to be decided, they will be sent to Xingzai.
Others who are not in a hurry are waiting for the emperor to return to the capital to deal with it. Qian'erjun reported that the emperor has driven back to Luan and will arrive in the capital in a few days."
Prince Consort Jiao, traveling, returning to Beijing, military report...
Zhu Qiyu keenly caught a few words, and there was some vague speculation in his heart. His tone was a bit hurried, and he continued to ask: "You just said that I was in a coma for seven days, so what day is it today? Military report can
Someone said, where does the emperor stay?"
"Back to your lord, today is the 16th of August. The previous military report said that the Holy Emperor was stationed at the earthen fort outside Huailai City."
After Xing'an finished speaking, Zhu Qiyu felt as if someone had hit him with a stick over his head, and stars popped out of his eyes.
He will never forget this day.
On August 16, the 14th year of Zhengtong, the army reported to Beijing. The Ming army was severely defeated. Almost all the hundreds of thousands of troops were wiped out. The Zhengtong emperor was captured, and all the accompanying ministers were killed or injured.
Known in history as the Civil War!
This chapter has been completed!