Ming Tycoon

In the second year of Jingtai, the good old man Zhu Qi guarded the Nangong and looked around. Zhu Qiyu in the Fengtian Palace was sitting in the court and was high-spirited. The most magnificent Queen Qian became a crippled old woman. Wan Zhen'er, who had been doting in the Sixth Palace in the past, was now still beautiful and thin.
This year was the second year after the Ming Dynasty suffered a disastrous defeat.
In this past year, the battle to defend Kyoto had just been won, the blood of the great eunuch Wang Zhen was still wet, Yang Daxiucai of Honglu Temple returned to the capital with all his courage, and Yu Shaobao first showed his talent and wielded Fangzun.
This is an era that has just experienced chaos, but it is also an era full of opportunities.
At the same time, at this time, a man who had lived two lives inadvertently traveled across thousands of years. The wind suddenly rose and ruffled the spring water of the river.
The drizzle in Shuntian Prefecture wetted the toes of the girls' shoes. Who was swaying the bells in the Jiaofang Department? The scholars on Yangliu Bank sang and sang, but who lit the pipa and turned the bananas red?