Transformed into a Princess of the Late Ming Dynasty: Invincible

On Chang'an Street, with Zhu Mianzhu's departure, in addition to the personnel in the palace, 20,000 soldiers were mobilized from the Beijing camp.

Because there were a constant stream of refugees outside the city, all kinds of burning, killing, and looting were happening from time to time. Those refugees would do anything to get a bite to eat. There was a severe famine that year, and people were even cannibalizing each other!

Therefore, the palace commander also urgently mobilized the Beijing troops to maintain order.

As the sound of military horses and the footsteps of the crowds marched out of the city, Zhu Cilang, who was originally practicing calligraphy alone in Prince Xin's Mansion, heard the noisy sounds outside disappear without a trace. Out of curiosity, he secretly lay on the wall and looked at the scenery outside.

Looking at the army leading the way on both sides, there were strong and mighty generals riding in front and behind, and luxurious carriages carrying colorful flags coming from the end of Chang'an Avenue.

There was a look of envy in his eyes, and the little girl who was secretly following him on the ladder and showing her little head said:

"Royal brother, why are there so many people? Is there anything delicious?"

Zhu Cilang looked at the extremely luxurious four-wheeled carriage in front of him with envy. When he heard his sister's question, he answered without turning his head:

"There's nothing good to eat. It's just your sister traveling."

Zhaoren, with only half of his head exposed, looked at the approaching carriage, secretly climbed down the ladder and ran towards the gate.

The soldiers on both sides of Chang'an Avenue had already noticed the two figures on the wall of Prince Xin's Mansion, but everyone knew that the retired emperor lived here, and the true identities of the two figures became clear in an instant. Then they pretended not to see them and continued to stand on both sides of the street.

The golden chariot disappeared. Zhu Mianzhu, who had her eyes closed to rest, was sorting out the weather conditions across the country in her sea of ​​consciousness when she heard a childish voice:

"elder sister"

Zhu Cilang, who was secretly watching the scene on the wall, saw his sister suddenly run to the side of the carriage and then stopped the entire carriage team.

I felt dizzy and couldn't help but think of Emperor Jianwen Zhu Yunwen, who disappeared after Emperor Chengzu entered Beijing, and Li Shimin's brother Li Jiancheng.

It’s over.

The little girl was eventually stopped by the guards on both sides of the carriage, and then a voice came from outside the carriage:

"Your Majesty, Princess Zhaoren requests an audience."

"come in."

After getting permission, the little girl next to the carriage was carried onto the carriage by a palace maid and then placed in front of the carriage door.

When Zhaoren saw Zhu Mianzhu, he said:

"Sister, do you have anything delicious here?"

Zhu Mianzhu looked at the thin little girl in front of her, who asked for food right away, and was speechless. Chongzhen was indeed thrifty. Not only did he usually eat without meat, but he also asked his wife and daughter to save money.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the problem could not be solved by just one or two people saving money.

He sighed and habitually touched his casual clothes. Not to mention food, for the sake of appearance, there was not even a pocket...

Before in the world of Teyvat, it was Falushan who carried the wallet and bought food, but in Ming Dynasty, it was Mansui who was in charge of money and food, and she didn't have to eat at all.

When he heard the little girl in front of him asking for food, he knew there was nothing to eat in his car, so he rang the bell next to him:

A palace maid's voice came from outside the carriage:

"His Majesty."

Zhu Mianzhu's mind moved, and the space in front of her eyes became blurred. A golden leaf was moved out of Manshu's small bag and appeared before her eyes.

He controlled the golden leaf to float out of the car door and stood in front of the palace maid. Then a voice sounded:

"Take two big Han generals and buy some freshly made, hot pastries."

Hearing that she was taking two mighty and sturdy generals to buy cakes, the palace maiden was dazed for a moment, but her long life in the palace made her react instantly and replied:

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As the palace maid took the two big Han generals to buy cakes, in Prince Xin's Mansion, Zhu Youjian, who had finally had a lazy sleep, picked up his brush with a relaxed look on his face. Wang Chengen next to him spread out the paper and was about to write a poem when he heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the courtyard.

Then he looked at his eldest son Zhu Cilang with a puzzled look, as he seemed to be in a hurry all the way.

"Oh no, oh no, Father."

Chongzhen frowned and looked at his eldest son with an unhappy face. He was not steady at all and was very impatient.

"Father, my younger sister left the palace today, and little Zhaoren ran to her carriage. If she thinks of me, will she imitate Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin?"

"And Chengzu, will she follow his example and give me to..."

"shut up!"

Before Zhu Cilang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhu Youjian, who said to him angrily:

"Do you think you pose any threat to Mianzhu? If she doesn't dare to treat you like this, you should just be a leisurely prince for the rest of your life and have a few more sons. That would be a tribute to the legacy left by our ancestors."

"It won't be a problem for Zhaoren to stay with Mianzhu for a few days. Your mother will naturally take her back when the time comes."

What else did Zhu Youjian want to say when he saw his eldest son?

"Didn't you hear what I said? Become an idle prince and have more sons."

"Get out!"

When Zhu Cilang heard this, he looked at Chongzhen unwillingly, bent down slightly and said with his head down:

"Yes, Father."

Zhu Mianchu, who was about to arrive outside the city, did not monitor the entire world at all times, but the way of heaven would naturally record everything that happened in the world at all times, so that Zhu Mianchu could check it at any time when needed.

Even if Zhu Mianzhu heard Zhu Cilang's reluctance, she would only smile slightly. No matter how these people acted, whether it was poisoning, forcing the emperor to abdicate, or deceiving their superiors and subordinates, they could not pose any threat.

The gap in strength is too big. After completely mastering the world of the late Ming Dynasty, it is even possible to expend enough energy to make the time of the entire world flow backwards.

Outside the city gate, due to Zhu Mianzhu's departure from the city, the originally chaotic refugees were driven to both sides. The soldiers of the Beijing camp on both sides formed a human wall, blocking the refugees and civilians around them outside the human wall.

Woo~woo~

As dozens of burly generals in exquisite armor blew their horns, a luxurious golden chariot over ten meters long gradually appeared at the city gate. The pearls hanging around the chariot swayed slowly in the breeze, making a tinkling sound.

In the distance, there was an endless stream of refugees, dressed in rags. After seeing the giant golden chariot, they all knelt on the ground.

A tiny voice came from somewhere in the crowd, followed by hundreds of thousands of people. The voice became louder and louder, and its sound waves filled the sky, shaking the heavens and the earth.

"Famine and epidemic disease, like evil spirits and demons descending upon the world, are devouring us all. The land is littered with starving people, and bones are exposed in the wilderness. I beg Your Majesty to open the granaries and release food to save the people of this world!"

As hundreds of thousands of people shouted, the thin clouds that had just gathered in the sky were also dispersed by the waves of sound on the ground.