Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 1: The Alley Street, the Prime Minister in Black

In the 16th year of Yongle, Yingtian Prefecture.

Deep in the alley, there is a tavern with a plaque engraved with "Dreams as Wine".

Ding bell~
A monk in a black robe pushed the door open and walked in.

Hearing the bell ringing at the door, Zhuang Mu, who was wiping his wine glass in the tavern, looked up towards the door.

"Old monk, you are here."

The old monk took off his coat and hung it on the clothes rack beside him with ease, holding a Buddhist rosary in his hand.

He walked slowly to Zhuang Mu and sat down.

He whispered, "Same old."

Soon, Zhuang Mu pushed the prepared wine in front of the old monk.

The old monk took the prepared wine, took a sip, and suddenly felt his old body come alive again.

His eyes were also much clearer.

The old monk smiled calmly.

“It tastes the same as always.”

"Only the wine here can taste like this."

Zhuang Mu held his chin with his hand, looked at the old monk in front of him and gave advice.

"Old monk, you are old, so you should drink less."

The old monk simply said, "It's cold, drink some wine to keep warm, it's okay."

Hearing this, Zhuang Mu said helplessly.

"Are you a monk or not?"

In his impression, monks should give up these things.

The old monk smiled, put down the wine glass in his hand, and narrowed his eyes.

"You want to know who I am?"

After the old monk finished saying this, Zhuang Mu simply shook his head.

He responded while wiping the wine glass.

"I don't want to, just mention it."

It is his rule to use wine to enter dreams without asking about their origins.

He was not originally from this world, but was transported to this world eighteen years ago.

And gained special abilities.

Dreamland.

Good news, you can control your dreams.

Bad news, lethargy.

My habit of sleepiness causes me to sleep most of the day and night, and I can't do anything at all.

I consulted many doctors but they were all helpless.

Until three years ago, when my father passed away, I was in mourning for him.

He then discovered a solution to his sleepiness.

That is to release your dream energy.

Therefore, after the mourning period is over.

He took over the tavern left by his father.

And inherited his father's profession, winemaker.

The system of the Ming Dynasty was that sons inherited their father's occupation.

Alcohol is the best medium to release the energy of dreams.

Of course, alcohol will have different effects after being infused with dream energy.

And you can control the effects of these drinks.

Even after drinking it, one can control what dreams one has.

At this time, the old monk smiled, as if he had received a satisfactory answer.

Look around.

I was the only customer in the pub, and business was very poor.

The old monk then started laughing.

"Business is not good."

It was probably because Zhuang Mu was unable to control the dream energy injected into the wine at the beginning, which resulted in the wine tasting bad.

I even slept for a whole day and night after drinking it.

Therefore, the pub's reputation is extremely bad.

In response to his question, Zhuang Mu said calmly.

"Still the same."

"Not enough to make me rich, but enough to keep me alive."

At this point, Zhuang Mu smiled and said, "Old monk, I'm relying on you to support my tavern."

"You have to take care of yourself. Wine is delicious, but drinking too much is harmful to your health."

The old monk looked at Zhuang Mu with a smile, as if he was not looking at a junior but an old friend of many years.

A charitable look makes people feel comfortable.

“The purpose of business should be to sell.”

"You should sell me more alcohol instead of telling me not to drink."

Although I had a headache listening to the old monk's elder-like words, I felt warm in my heart.

I can feel that the old monk is sincere.

But who can blame me for being kindhearted? "Oh, it doesn't matter. Why do you need so much money?"

“You can’t take anything with you when you are born, so you can only spend it if you have enough.”

"It's a pity that I can't make this tavern flourish."

Zhuang Mu responded comfortably.

His father's last wish to him before his death was to develop the Zhuangjia Tavern.

It’s a pity that he didn’t learn his father’s winemaking techniques.

After all, I spent most of my time sleepy when I was a kid.

The company had ruined its reputation in the early stages, so it was good enough that it didn't go bankrupt.

The old monk smiled, thought for a long time, seemed to have made a decision, and spoke.

"I have an old friend."

"I often suffer from nightmares. How about I introduce you to someone else?"

The old monk is a frequent visitor here.

Of course, he knew what effects the wine made by Zhuang Mu would have.

Seeing that the old monk wanted to introduce guests to him, Zhuang Mu was naturally happy to do so.

When it comes to dreams, it can be considered a professional match.

"Thank you very much. Next time we drink, I'll break your bones."

"fracture?"

The old monk was slightly stunned.

"Ahem, it's not the broken bone you think it is. It means the cost price."

The old monk was slightly stunned and smiled.

Broken bones is a rare term.

He was so frightened that he thought he would be beaten for introducing a guest.

"Then it's settled."

"I will bring him to you tomorrow."

Seeing that the old monk was in such a hurry to leave today, Zhuang Mu said.

"Aren't you going to dream before you leave?"

The old monk had already stood up, put down the money for the wine, walked out the door, and took the black clothes off the hanger.

He smiled faintly and said, "Don't dream anymore. If you dream too much, you will easily become addicted to it."

"Just send you here. It's cold outside and you're wearing so little. Don't catch a cold."

After saying this, the old monk pushed the door and left.

Walking further and further away in the cold wind and heavy snow, I looked at the old monk's receding back.

Zhuang Mu was helpless as the snow this year was particularly heavy.

This old monk is really undeterred by wind and snow.

I don't think there will be any customers.

Close the door and go to sleep.

……

After the old monk in black robe left the tavern.

Then he walked straight towards the palace.

The palace guards saw the person coming, but did not try to stop him.

Allow this old man in black robe to walk around in the palace.

Soon, he arrived at the Shangshufang.

In the Shangshu room.

An old man in a black cotton robe, with an aged face but a majestic look, was roasting by the fire.

There are many old documents piled up around him.

And he is the current Yongle Emperor, Zhu Di.

Every time he looked at these memorials, he felt a little overwhelmed, and his thoughts would wander from time to time.

Gradually, his mood became more and more depressed.

He simply threw the memorial in his hand, sighed deeply, and spoke to the eunuch serving beside him.

"Little Sniffle, take all these memorials to the Crown Prince."

"Let him review it and send it back to me."

Little Sniffle hunched his body and went out to find the eunuch to move the memorials, and then opened the door.

I happened to see an old man in a black monk's robe coming right in front of me.

Looking at the person in front of him, Little Nose bowed respectfully.

The old monk in black robe smiled and nodded.

Little Sniffle couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the charitable smile.

Who would have thought that there was this old monk in black robe with a kind face in front of him.

It was the black-clad Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao who caused a river of blood in Yingtian Prefecture, helped Prince of Yan Zhu Di complete his transformation from a vassal king to an emperor, and was the main driving force behind the Fengtian Jingnan Campaign!

Yao Guangxiao asked with a smile.

"Is the Emperor here?"

Sniffle nodded slightly.

After getting his answer, Yao Guangxiao strode into the house.

(End of this chapter)