Transformed into a Princess of the Late Ming Dynasty: Invincible

Looking at the large crowd of people kneeling in front of him, he moved his mind and controlled the Eye of Heaven to return to the Heavenly Dao space. As the Eye of Heaven disappeared, the golden vision in the sky also disappeared.

After a dozen breaths, Zhu Mianzhu looked at the world that had completely returned to normal, and the eunuchs and palace maids who had stood up, and said:

"Go back to the palace!"

Then he returned to the carriage and looked at little Zhaoren who was sleeping with a pastry in his arms. He couldn't help but smile, then he immersed his consciousness into the sea of ​​​​consciousness, mobilized the power of heaven, and adjusted the future celestial phenomena and climate.

Woo~woo~

As the horn sounded, the huge golden chariot slowly started moving, turned around, and drove towards the palace.

In the evening, the glow of sunset dyed the entire sky orange-red. The court diet in the Ming Dynasty generally only had two meals, breakfast and dinner. Occasionally there would be some midnight snacks, but generally there were still two meals.

In the Hongde Hall, since Zhu Mianchu did not eat a single bite of the lunch, she asked the steward in charge of food to re-prepare it according to the emperor's high standards. Therefore, when the sun was about to set, bursts of music were heard in the Hongde Hall.

As the palace maids and eunuchs presented trays of dishes covered with boxes one by one, music started playing, and a total of more than twenty dishes were presented. As the last fruit was served, the eunuch in charge of the meal bent over and said,

"Your Majesty, the meal is ready. Please enjoy your meal."

After he finished speaking, the music played by the court musicians on both sides paused slightly, and then changed into a suitable tune, which slowly sounded.

As the music started, more than ten singers and dancers dressed in silk and gold and silver walked in one after another.

As the music of musical instruments sounded, each dancer performed a choreographed dance. As the veils on their bodies swayed, the entire Hongde Hall was filled with shadows under the candlelight.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at this scene with a slightly bewildered expression. What the hell was going on? Was King Zhou of Shang still alive? But then again, watching the dance while eating wasn't bad at all.

When little Zhaoren heard that it was time to eat, he stretched out his little hand early, grabbed the piece of red roast pork on the table, held it in front of him, and ate it with big mouthfuls.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at the six-year-old Zhaoren, who was born in a royal family but looked like she had never eaten meat. She couldn't help but be speechless. The Chongzhen Dynasty was indeed too poor. It was completely poor.

And the civil and military officials and major families below were all extremely wealthy.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at the delicious dishes in front of her. Although the ingredients used were relatively ordinary due to the urgent situation, if it were in her previous life, it would be extraordinary. Although each dish was not carefully selected by the nine clans, it was also related to one's life and property.

Looking at the graceful dancers in the hall, with their delicate veils swaying and their parts occasionally visible, I suddenly understood why the throne in ancient times was so attractive. At the command, the servants would run around like crazy, and if they made a slight mistake, they might lose their heads.

However, Zhu Mianzhu had no interest in these human rights. After all, they were just a handful of earth, and only eternity was the ultimate pursuit in this life.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at the fruit wine beside her, poured herself a glass, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Now I am truly alone!"

At this time, a young eunuch hurried over from outside, walked to the head eunuch and whispered for a while, then the head eunuch walked to Zhu Mianzhu's side:

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager is requesting an audience outside the palace."

Zhu Mianchu, who was originally watching the dancers, suddenly changed her expression and said:

"Quickly take all these musicians, dancers, and singers away."

As orders were issued one after another, the originally noisy palace returned to its former quietness within a dozen breaths. Only little Zhaoren was left eating and drinking beside him, his belly bulging.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at Queen Zhou who came in and said:

"Mother."

"Do you need me to make some more dinner and bring it back to the house?"

Empress Zhou looked at the table full of dishes, took few bites of each, sighed, and said:

"My Lady, this is a year of great famine, with drought spreading over thousands of miles. Remember not to indulge in extravagance and be sympathetic to the people. Now that you are the emperor, you must consider the people of the world."

Then he picked up little Zhaoren, who was standing on a chair with a piece of roasted roe deer meat in his hand, picked up the silk on the table, wiped the corner of little Zhaoren's mouth, and then carried him out of Hongde Hall.

Looking at Zhu Mianzhu who was left alone in the Hongde Hall, a feeling of loneliness rose in her heart as a breeze blew into the hall.

The harem is not allowed to interfere in politics. As a woman, Queen Zhou would still say a few words to herself when she was still a princess. But since she officially took over the position of emperor, it seems that family affection has become more and more distant from her.

Walking out of Hongde Hall, he looked at the desolate Forbidden City, while behind him, palace maids and eunuchs followed him, very cautious, afraid of making any noise.

When the emperors in ancient times were bored, they would play cards with the concubines in the harem, and when they were tired, they would sleep.

But I don't have any signs to flip, so I don't feel tired.

The evenings in ancient times were really boring. After dinner, there was nothing to do but to sleep. I shook my head and went back to Kunning Palace. I hadn't slept in many years and was ready to take a nap.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, he saw two bulges on his own big bed. He couldn't help but feel puzzled. Xiaohuan and Mansui should not have arrived in Shuntian Prefecture yet.

Then who is on my bed?

Then he walked to the bed and saw two petite girls lying at the foot of the bed, looking at him timidly.

Zhu Mianzhu was speechless. Could it be that Yan Song's deeds were so widely spread?

Although it was still a little cold in the capital in March, he didn't need to warm his feet. He looked at the two palace maids in thin clothes and then at the closed Kunning Palace.

Zhu Mianzhu looked at the two women in thin clothes in front of her and said:

"You guys stay here tonight. Don't go out. I'm going to sleep on the other side."

Then he went to the small door leading to the side hall.

At the same time, the 200,000-strong army of Jinan Prefecture was also marching lightly and was about to reach Baoding Prefecture.

At night, the vanguard scouts looked at the Shun flag on the Baoding city wall from afar. Their faces changed, and they rode back to the central army:

"Report."

"General, Baoding Prefecture has fallen and is occupied by bandit forces."

During this army's march, although Zhao Yi and Wu Cheng had the same title, Wu Cheng came from a family of military generals, so when it came to marching and fighting, Wu Cheng became the commander-in-chief and Zhao Yi was his deputy, assisting Wu Cheng.

Zhao Yi was also shocked when he heard what the scout said:

"Baoding Prefecture has also fallen?"

"Baoding Prefecture and Shuntian Prefecture are less than 200 miles apart. With such a short distance, we can reach them in just one day and one night of forced marching."

"If the rebels occupy Baoding Prefecture, wouldn't that mean that all reinforcements can't reach the capital? Baoding Prefecture is a transportation hub for the southerners entering the capital, and its geographical location is extremely important."

Then he couldn't help but think of his family in Beijing, and looked at the commander of the army, Wu Cheng.

"Should we rest here for one night and storm Baoding Prefecture tomorrow?"

In the central army camp, Xiaohuan and Mansui, who were standing by, looked up in surprise when they heard the word "strong attack", and their beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Yi.