Chapter 6 Chapter 6 The Lonely Emperor
The internal corruption of the Ming Dynasty was like a moth-eaten big tree. Gradually, the heart of the wood was completely eaten away, leaving only the outer skin, and the outer skin was painted with resplendent oil paint, and painted with dragon and phoenix auspicious patterns, symbolizing the honor of the royal family.
And Emperor Wanli wore this honorable coat day after day, day after day, let the moths in his heart eat away his flesh and blood and the rich resources left to him by the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty.
He was already extremely lazy, there was no other word to describe him, and there was no worse situation to compare to—he and the government of the Ming Dynasty were extremely bad.
The number of officials "going away" has reached half, and he doesn't care about it at all; He didn't even want to know about this kind of social problem - the entire Ming Dynasty was in a deformed state, and his heart began to rot.
The days still go by day by day——
Until this day, he suffered a major blow, his heart seemed to be shot by a sudden feather arrow, and the blood flowed straight, so he could not continue to be drunk and dreamy, and continued to be drowsy in drugs; instead, he sat up from the dragon bed and got out of bed , fell to the ground unsteadily, and then let out a strange wail.
The Empress Dowager Cisheng collapsed and passed away.
His biological mother—for several years, this was the only thing that made him react!
The feeling of sadness really came from the depths of his heart. After listening to the eunuch's report, he cried from the bottom of his heart until he passed out from crying.
Next, the officials of the Ministry of Rituals were in charge of the rituals of the country's great funeral, and he indeed developed spiritual strength because of his grief. He got up early and rested late every day, and performed rituals like rituals; Empress Dowager Cisheng's funeral instructions to ministers - he seemed to be a different person, all the laziness disappeared.
However, no one deeply understands his real pain of losing his mother, and no one knows the voice he hides in his heart-including himself, who is the emperor.
That night, he was really tired from crying, and he closed his eyes in the company of his own half-warm tears, and then fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.
But for a moment, he let out a thunderous snoring, which made the empress dowager's spirit restless, and the Taoist priests had to temporarily stop chanting sutras and practicing Dharma.
But he himself was not disturbed by the snoring.
After falling into the dream, instead of hearing his own snoring, he returned to the past in an extremely peaceful atmosphere.
Reverting to being a baby, being held in the arms of its mother - very, very warm, very, very content, very, very happy, very, very -
He opened his mouth to suck the milk—
He stretched out his hands and waved—
He hooked his mother's neck——
He babbled and sang, singing of the world in which he first came—
His cheek against his mother's—
His little hand reached into his mother's warm chest——
His heart beats with his mother's, making the same pounding sound, soft, slow, and peaceful——
Then he woke up.
Stretching out his hands, he flew into the air; after opening his eyes, he felt his heart falling straight down, causing the blood all over his body to flow out, leaving his body empty.
He didn't cry any more, but he was disconsolate and absent-minded.
Then, he fell into deep thought again.
This time, he didn't fall into a dream again, he didn't snore again, and he didn't get confused and unconscious again; the past came back to his eyes, and he recalled it carefully.
He thought of the sweet time with his mother when he was a child-it didn't change until he ascended the throne of the emperor.
In those few years, what his mother gave him was not sweetness, warmth and satisfaction—the mother became a task performer.
Before dawn, they pulled him up from the warm bed and forced him to go to court; then, forced him to study——
It's just a thin line!
Before becoming emperor, what his mother gave him was warmth——
After becoming emperor, what his mother gave him was cold——
He thought of that year, when he was young, but because of his occasional playfulness and night play, his mother was furious and made him kneel on the cold ground to accept punishment.
That's not what he wants——
For so many years, all he longed for in his heart was for his mother to hug him, rock him, feed him, coax him, tease him, sing to him, teach him to speak, pat his little back——
Suddenly, he let out a strange roar from the bottom of his heart: "I don't want to be the emperor..."
He yelled again and again, but he didn't get any response; he opened his eyes again and looked around carefully, only to find that there was no one around, only himself standing in a boundless white.
Mother is long gone.
The eunuchs and maids who had always followed him in large groups disappeared, and he was the only one standing alone.
The wind roared fiercely in his ears, reminding him that he was alone.
He had no mother at all—the mother he longed for never existed.
He was completely knocked down, and he no longer had the strength to support his spirit, nor the courage to face himself.
Mentally, he was shattered to pieces.
In the eyes of the eunuchs, he was ill, so he hurriedly called the imperial physician to diagnose and treat him, and the decoction and feeding were busy endlessly.
And in the eyes of the ministers, his filial piety is impressive - many pedantic people even praised repeatedly: "Filial piety is the first of all goodness - Long Live Lord is indeed an example for the whole world, and he is enough to serve the people of the world!" Therefore, No one can understand his heart.
In August, Ye Xianggao retired—an honest gentleman went to the court, and the political situation continued to decline.
Then, another misfortune happened to the Daming Palace.
The time has come to the forty-three years of Wanli.On the fourth day of May, the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, the vast majority of people in the palace were busy with various festive matters for the Dragon Boat Festival the next day. At this moment, an unexpected turn of events happened.
It was nearly dusk, the sun was setting in the west, and the sun was half-bright, when an assassin appeared in the Ciqing Palace where Crown Prince Chang Luo lived.
This man was a young man, holding a jujube stick, but he did not know what method he used to escape the heavy guards of the palace, and broke into the Ciqing Palace silently.
It seemed as if he suddenly fell from the sky and emerged from the ground—he appeared suddenly like a ghost; but he also acted unconsciously like a zombie under duress and manipulation.
And his actions are almost crazy——
As soon as he entered the Ciqing Palace, he seemed to have lost control of everything, holding a wooden stick, and beat anyone he saw without any reason.
In the Ciqing Palace, because the crown prince Chang Luo was not a person loved by Emperor Wanli, there were very few servants, and most of them were old people and old people - the whole palace seemed very deserted; this man When it appeared, there was no one guarding the first palace gate, and there were only two old eunuchs in their sixties or seventies guarding the second palace gate.
The two old eunuchs were knocked down in one fell swoop—but fortunately, the two uttered a scream before falling to the ground, which attracted other eunuchs in the palace to look out.
And the man with the stick had already rushed to the eaves of the front hall, only one door and a few steps away from Crown Prince Chang Luo.
After finally escaping this crisis—a few young and strong eunuchs around Chang Luo rushed out, shouting loudly, while rushing forward to catch the murderer.
The Imperial Forest Army who heard the shouts also arrived - after a long time of tossing and a lot of trouble, the assassin was finally captured.
Although Chang Luo was not in danger, his face turned pale with fright, and he almost passed out.
However, his personal timidity was secondary—the case of "assassinating the prince" was the big deal, and it caused a sensation in the government and the public in an instant.
Emperor Wanli was rewarded, and of course he had to say a word—so he pulled himself together and confessed: "Let's have a strict trial..."
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