Zhao Ming woke up in a daze and found himself lying on the bed of Huanghuali Shelf. Carved pillars were carved on all four corners of the bed, and a vermilion curtain lit up the big bed.

He sat up from the bed with a headache, staring blankly at the soap boots on the ground, the candlesticks and furnishings in the room, all of which were ancient and unrestrained, and his mind couldn't react.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, and an old man wearing a gray cloth and wrapped in a headscarf broke in panic and stuffed a bag and a hat into his hands without saying a word, and said panic: "Young master, pack up quickly~"

Zhao Ming's heart skipped a beat, and a look of horror appeared in his eyes. The person in front of him was completely an ancient person, and his accent was not right, which made him realize that something seemed to be awesome.

What's going on? Didn't I lie on the sofa and use my mobile phone to leisurely brush a novel about "The Real Man in the South Ming Dynasty"?

The old man didn't notice Zhao Ming's loss of consciousness. After entering the house, he began to pack up his things in a hurry. He walked to the shelf, took out his clothes, and while putting it on Zhao Ming, urging him, "Young Master, Zhu Guobi has brought Jiannu to get people, you can run away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of footsteps and curses came from outside. The old man was shocked and his wrinkled face was instantly disgusted. He didn't bother to dress Zhao Ming, so he grabbed the door with one step, and used his back to support the door, roaring in horror, "Young Master, go quickly, it's too late if you don't leave~"

Zhao Ming's mind was buzzing, and his mind was confused, but the people outside didn't give him much time. He slapped the door violently and knocked the old man's body to shake with the door, "Open the door quickly, Maxi, you can't escape!"

"Ma Xi, is it me?" Zhao Ming's mind was covered in mucus, and he hurriedly put on soap boots and put on his clothes.

At this moment, with a "pop", a sharp goose-feathered knife penetrated through the crack of the door and pierced the old man's abdomen.

The bright red blood flowed out through the blood trough, instantly dyeing the old man red. The old man looked down at the sharp knife, slowly raised his head, and said in pain, "Young Master~ Go quickly~"

Zhao Ming's pupils dilated, and he was shocked. He almost sat on the ground with a fright. His eyes were dull and he looked at the sharp knife that was coming out of the old man's chest. Looking at the blood spreading red, he could confirm that it was really fun.

At this time, the sharp knife was suddenly pulled out, bringing up a ball of blood mist, and then another "pop" sound, it penetrated into the body again. The old man's body was softer and he continued in a faint voice: "Young Master~ hurry up~ go~"

"I'm a mud horse!" Zhao Ming finally reacted. He was so scared that he was so scared that he hugged the thing on the table. He walked to the window like a sieve, pushed open the window, jumped out, fell heavily to the ground, and then rolled and crawled away.

Almost at the same moment, the door was kicked open and a middle-aged man led several vicious armored soldiers into it.

"He ran away!" A voice came from outside the room.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man saw the open window with a ferocious face, "Chasing!"

At night, it was raining outside. Zhao Ming escaped from the room and ran around in the yard like a headless fly. He had no idea about the surrounding terrain.

Behind him, the cry of the pursuers was approaching, which made Zhao Ming full of questions, "What's the hell about this? Shouldn't he be a beautiful girl when you open your eyes? Grassy Horse, why do these people chase me? What era am I in? By the way, Jiannu, Maxi~"

Zhao Ming had already confirmed that he had traveled through time. Just as he was about to think deeply, a shout suddenly came from behind, "On there! Don't let the traitor run away."

"Riege, why am I a traitor?" Zhao Ming was shocked and turned his head to see that several figures had already chased him. He immediately frightened him and ran away, as if he was fighting royale late at night.

At this time, he ran away, his legs no longer trembled, but he ran to the end of a yard, and there was no road ahead.

Looking at the blue tiles and white walls blocking the road in front of him, and seeing the pursuers surrounding him from behind, Zhao Ming raised his speed in a hurry. He rushed to the wall and jumped up, not expecting to leapt over the wall easily.

"Hey, is this light skills?" Zhao Ming had no time to be surprised by his physical strength. After landing, he hurriedly looked around. There was a street and alley with white walls on both sides of the alley. He jumped up again, climbed over the wall opposite, and fell into the yard of a family.

Now Zhao Ming can be sure that he was in the Ming Dynasty, but he didn't know which year it was and which city it was in.

He climbed over several courtyard walls in a row, and could no longer hear the sound of the pursuers, and then hid in the corner of the yard of a family.

At this time, he gasped for a while, remembered the burden he was carrying, so he hurriedly took it off and wanted to see what was inside.

Zhao Ming soon discovered something. He turned over a seal. The ancient Chinese seal culture was very developed. A seal represents an identity. Intuition tells Zhao Ming that this seal could tell him the answer, but it was too dark and it was raining, which made him unable to see clearly.

Zhao Ming had to put away his things and then looked around nervously. From time to time, a dog barking came from outside, and a faint crying sounded.

Zhao Ming immediately judged that it was not safe outside. He looked at the yard and suddenly saw an oil lamp lit in a room in the yard, so he carefully touched it.

Zhao Ming touched the wall and wanted to see the seal clearly through the light, but the light was still too dark, so he quietly stood up.

At this time, he looked carefully into the window, but was so shocked that he sat on the ground.

The windows of the room were not closed. A man wearing a Ming Dynasty official robe had his neck hung on a rope, his body was shaking by the wind, and he had already hanged himself.

On a rainy night, seeing this scene suddenly scared Zhao Ming again and almost left a shadow in his heart. It was so terrifying.

This is the second dead man Zhao Ming saw in one night. The first person was an old man who died for him without knowing his name, and the second person was a Ming Dynasty official hanging in the room.

Thinking back on what happened just now, Zhao Ming realized that he probably traveled to the end of Chongzhen, but he didn't know which year it was.

In the late Chongzhen period, bandits were raging, Jiannu was fierce, internal and external troubles, and basically had no power to make the situation come true.

Zhao Ming thought to himself that he was unlucky. He sat on the ground for a long time before getting up, then calmed down and gently climbed into the window into the room.

At this time, he walked directly to the mahogany desk with the oil lamp lit. He was about to take out the square seal to watch, but he saw a poem written on the rice paper on the desk, so he unconsciously recited: "The spirit of Zhongshan is magnificent; return to the emperor's side, and protect this crown and dress."

"This is a desperate poem!" Zhao Ming was shocked. He looked back at the officials hanging, and felt a bad premonition.

He hurriedly looked through other things on the desk, and quickly picked up a memorial. With the dim lights, he could see the "Qiyijiang Prevention Memorial" written on it. He hurriedly unfolded it and saw the last one, and saw a line of words standing up, "Liu Chengzhi, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue, April 28, the first year of Hongguang!"

Zhao Ming was immediately struck by lightning, "Grass and Mud Horses, Hongguang Chao, this is Nanjing!"

He hurriedly took out the seal and watched it under the oil lamp, but he didn't recognize it at all. So he hurriedly took a piece of rice paper on the table and pressed it down. Only then did he see the engraved "Ma Xi, the commander-in-chief of the Beijing Guard Commander and Commander Office."

Zhao Ming placed the bag directly on the table and continued to look through it. There were some golden leaves inside and a letter. Because it was wrapped in clothes and was not wet, he immediately took it out to watch.

The content is that Maxi's father told him that he had already protected the Queen Mother to Zhejiang Central because of his father, and asked him to chase him quickly.

After reading the letter, Zhao Ming immediately understood that he had traveled through time and became the son of Ma Shiying, who was designated as a treacherous minister.

This made him speechless. The situation was worse than he thought. It was actually Hongguang Dynasty, and Nanjing had fallen, and Ma Shiying's reputation had completely stinked. This was simply a purgatory level difficulty.

"How to play this?" Zhao Ming was confused. He supported the table with both hands and punched hard, feeling deeply saddened by his future. "God, isn't this cheating on me?"
Chapter completed!