"King Shiyuan of Qilu, impersonating the third prince of the previous dynasty, intending to rebel and disrupt the court.”
"I have no intention of rebelling. If you want to punish me, why do you have to pretend to kill me?”
"Execution!"
Following the roar of the executioner at Caishikou in Beijing, the executioner took one last look at the old man who was nearly eighty years old and his dozens of children and grandchildren kneeling in front of him. He raised his knife and fell. The next second, the head flew up and blood stained the execution platform at Caishikou.
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"Phew!"
In a small village on Mount Liu Zhao in Kaihua Prefecture in southern Yunnan, a fifteen-year-old boy was awakened from a nightmare while panting heavily.
"My lord!" Seeing that the young man had woken up, the two guards at the door rushed in anxiously. However, before they could say anything, the young man raised his hand and stopped them from saying anything.
"I'm fine. You guys can go out…"
" Yes, sir…" Hearing the young man's words, the two guards looked at each other and could only shake their heads and continue to guard the wooden house.
"..." Seeing the door closed and the young man sitting on the bed, sweating profusely, he wiped the sweat off his forehead.
" Kangxi…" Looking at the sweat on his hands, the young man's eyes were filled with complicated emotions.
He was originally living a good life in the future, but when he was playing All-Out War and Great Tribulation all night, he actually fell asleep on the table.
When he woke up, he had actually traveled to Qilu during the Kangxi period of the early Qing Dynasty in a parallel time and space. He had become the great-grandson of a teacher named Wang Shiyuan, Wang Bomu.
In the forty-fifth year of Kangxi, although Kangxi was old at this stage, he was still in high spirits. He succeeded to the throne at the age of ten, killed Oboi, removed three times, pacified the Zheng family, and conquered Galdan.
It could be said that this Emperor who had made great achievements in the early Qing Dynasty had no direct opponents. Therefore, although Wang Bomu hated the small braid on his head that was not as thick as a mouse's tail, he could do nothing about it.
As he thought about how his days passed, he did not expect that after a few years of peace, a group of soldiers suddenly broke into his house three years ago and captured his entire family with sticks, knives, and guns. If he had not jumped into the well in time and kept holding his breath to avoid the search, he would have been captured as well.
It was only a month after his family was arrested that the news of his family being beheaded in the capital immediately spread to Dengzhou. At that time, Wang Bomu, who was as dirty as a beggar, knew what had happened.
His great-grandfather, Wang Shiyuan, who usually looked honest, was called Zhu Cizhao, the legendary Third Prince Zhu.
However, under the cover of the Qing court, he became a person who used the identity of Third Prince Zhu to attempt rebellion.
He knew his own family very well. His great grandfather, Wang Shiyuan, was definitely Zhu Cizhao. Otherwise, he would not have asked Wang Bomu and the others to be careful with their words and actions every day.
However, it was already too late when Wang Bomu learned of this news. His family of thirty-seven people, except for him, were all executed.
Moreover, the news of his escape was also known by the government, so his portrait was posted all over the country. If it was not for the fact that he looked like a beggar at that time, he would have been captured and given a reward.
Three years, three years, Wang Bomu…No! Zhu Bomu should have fled to the nearby Jiangxi first. However, uprisings often broke out in Jiangnan and Jiangbei. If he was not careful, he would become a corpse on the roadside.
He had no choice but to dig wild vegetables and make a living from Jiangxi to Huguang. Then, he entered Guizhou and went to a remote place like southern Yunnan.
No one would have thought that a young man who was not even 12 years old could travel from Qilu to such a barren land in southern Yunnan.
Even Zhu Bomu himself probably did not expect that his escape and survival skills were so exquisite.
However, it wasn't entirely true that he was the only one running away, because…
As he thought about it, Zhu Bomu closed his eyes, and a 3D composition of a village immediately appeared in his mind.
Wooden walls, arrow towers, houses, fields, and the center of the village where he lived. All these things came from the thing that allowed him to travel through time.
An all-out war…
Last year, when he ran to Huguang and didn't want to run anymore, his golden finger as a transmigrator finally appeared.
This golden finger was the total war and the great calamity that he had played before he transmigrated. However, this golden finger seemed to be combined with the Empire Era 3 on his computer. The base construction was basically the same as the Empire Era 3.
He was also given a carriage in the center of the village and two guards, one called Mu Yong and the other Li Dao.
These two guards were the two guards who had barged in just now.
Under the protection of these two guards, Zhu Bomu was able to safely make his way from Xiangnan to Diannan. The reason he came here was very simple.
The southwest and Guangxi were both places with many ethnic minorities. Moreover, the ethnic minorities here were mostly dissatisfied with the Qing court, and the political situation was chaotic. It was the best place for him to hide.
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