Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three Emperor and Concubine
Finally, he felt that his spirit had improved a bit, his whole body had some strength, and his eyelids no longer drooped feebly—Emperor Wanli finally had the idea of getting up.
He asked the eunuch, "What are the new fruits?"
While speaking, he stretched out his arms, broke out of the quilt, and made a gesture.
Of course the eunuchs who had been serving him for many years understood this meaning, and several people quickly came up to help him up with delicate hands and feet, slowly dressed him, put on his shoes, and picked up his spit—
His body was almost obese, with slack muscles dragging down, his chin drooped into a pool of cotton mixed with lard, his neck was like a small sand dune, and his chest, abdomen, and waist formed terraces, layer by layer. There are piles of greasy and fluffy fat, which seems to be hung up, not all glued, and shakes when moved, like dead animal meat hanging on a hunting stalk; and in essence, these lifeless meat The fat is an extremely heavy burden, which makes him out of breath when he sits up; however, his limbs are thin and small - the hands and feet extending to the end of the body have not grown too much fat together with the body Since then, he has gradually shrunk and degenerated and has no strength because he is less able to move; therefore, from the appearance, his body has been deformed, and the proportion of the whole body is no longer like a person; but in essence, he is no longer able to Sit up, stand up, and even do any action by yourself.
Fortunately, his identity is "Emperor Wanli", and there will always be a large number of "servants" by his side——
While fastening the dragon-shaped buckle for him, the eunuchs replied to him in their characteristic high-pitched voices: "Yes—the lychee from the south, which is only eight hundred miles away, is indeed top-grade, big and round. , fresh and bright red—it was delivered an hour or two ago, do you want to taste it, Lord Long Live?"
Hearing the words in his ears, he felt a little bit in his heart - as if a firefly was born in his heart, and started to fly with a little bit of light, although it was only a faint dot, but it was light after all!
On this day, at least he didn't wake up and open his eyes as usual, and just ordered people to put on drugs——
So, he casually said to me: "Oh!"
This is what he wanted—the eunuchs rushed to fetch it and brought it to him.
A plate of fresh lychees is placed in a jadeite plate, and the two contrast each other, which first creates a "tender" color feeling.
The eunuchs first washed their hands with clean water, and then came up to peel the lychees for him and put them in his mouth.
Like a transparent color, fresh and smooth, fragrant and sweet, he wanted to praise it as soon as he took it; however, at this moment, a hidden feeling touched his heartstrings.
A concubine who rides the world of mortals laughs——
The poems I read in the early years came to my mind——He is a person with excellent talent and excellent memory. Litchi", which earned Litchi the alias of "Concubine's Smile", he immediately remembered it.
Moreover, it’s not just poems and anecdotes that come to mind——
He remembered the scene many years ago:
The same is the hot season, the same is the bright sun outside, the indoor is cold and windy, cool and pleasant, the same is the magnificent Qianqing Palace, and the same is enjoying the lychee delivered to the capital by the horse, tasting the fresh and smooth taste of the world ——There is also a tender and silky stunner in her arms!
That was Zheng Rouyun in the Mood for Love——that year, she hadn't been promoted to "Imperial Concubine", but she was as addicted to fresh lychees as Tang Minghuang's Yang Guifei!
In those years, whenever lychees were in abundance, local officials in Lingnan had to follow the example of the Tang Dynasty, select the best lychees, and transport them to the capital with the best fast horses to win her a smile.
The same is the smile of a concubine riding the world of mortals, but no one knows that it is Lychee!
He thought about it for a moment, and a trace of nostalgia surged up. Before he knew it, he actually issued an order to the eunuchs: "Send a plate to Concubine Zheng—"
Of course the eunuchs immediately responded respectfully: "Yes—"
And there are many people who have received the benefits of Concubine Zheng. Take a look-this is the time!
A shrewd eunuch hurriedly followed his words by "hitting the snake with the stick" and said: "Do you want to call Zheng Niangniang to come?"
These words caught his ears, but his reaction was slightly taken aback.
He didn't answer right away, because what followed in his heart was a complex feeling of bewilderment and astonishment, and he seemed to be reminded to pay attention to this matter: "I haven't seen her for a long time! "
There were mixed feelings in his heart, and the indescribable feeling of melancholy, as if the old love was far away, and the nostalgia suddenly came again, which made him unprepared and unable to face it for a while.
After a while, he shook his head and said, "No more—"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a stab in his heart; however, he didn't want to change his decision and let the eunuch go down.
The uncomfortable feeling became stronger, but his heart was clear.
I no longer have the desire to see Concubine Zheng—that is not the same as remembering the past.
He is over half a century old, and he has a thorough understanding of many things.
What exactly is love?
illusory - elusive -
But what is elusive in the world?
Isn't power also like love, elusive and illusory?
You are the son of heaven, and you have everything on the surface; but, in reality?What exactly do you own, what do you grasp?
I can't even grasp my own heart!
own nothing—
A feeling of sadness welled up, and the lychees in his mouth were all delicious. He spat out the transparent, sweet, and silky flesh with a "pooh", and he no longer had the desire to "eat".
My heart is empty and irritable; and there are only two ways to get rid of it——
The eunuchs began to read some figures to him—the amount of gold and silver that the mining tax eunuchs had brought to the inner treasury.
He was most familiar with the high-pitched voice of the eunuch, and the series of numbers that he read could best fill his empty heart; he closed his eyes, but his heart was still clear when he listened: "Twenty-nine years , Jin—one million, four hundred and sixty-three taels of silver, one thousand nine hundred and twenty-six taels of gold—thirty-one years, Jin—10.8 million and ninety-four taels of silver— —”
Then, the musicians came up and sang "Plucking Lotus" in "Huansha Ji" for him.
When the music played, the scent of drugs slowly lingered, echoing with the singing of the glamorously dressed kabuki, filling his heart together, and helping him forget everything together.
Xi Shi in opera sings softly:
The red maple leaves are dyed, the light of Zhahu Lake is clear and shallow, and the coolness produces shangsu.
Xidichen traveled to Feicuigai, surrounded by three thousand court ladies.
The tapestry color is springy, the lead flower is dazzling, occupying the mandarin ducks.
If Ye is ethereal, where is Huanshaxi?
And at this moment, under his deliberate self-control, his thoughts didn't touch anything at all; he seemed to have forgotten everything, and he didn't think about it at all. of--
Xi Shi's singing filled his ears:
Chenghu Lake is vast, full of beautiful flowers and red makeup spread across ten miles.
Where the wind blows from the bank, the clothes are slightly cool.
Shaking, hundreds of teams of orchid boats, thousands of groups of painting paddles, mid-stream scrambling to release mining boats.
I only wish to be in love with both, and learn from mandarin ducks——
As he listened, he became hazy about everything, his ears were hazy, his eyes were hazy, and his heart was hazy—everything was hazy, and he didn’t think about anything; what he wanted was this haze, this intoxication, to make him forget everything, Get a temporary, self-deceiving, semblance of contentment.
The fragrance of the fushou balm became stronger, and he fell into a dream peacefully.
And at this moment, in a corner of the capital outside the imperial palace, in the small and simple house of a mid-level official of the Ming Dynasty, a pen is written on a piece of paper with a heartbroken statement; to list to him in these short days, " I earnestly request him to pay attention to this matter and improve this matter; and suggest that the political system of the Ming Dynasty be amended, and it is clearly stipulated that officials cannot resign without approval. Resignation—the memorials were all completed while he was asleep, and sent to the palace early the next morning; and all this, of course, was in vain, for he had ignored the ministers' memorials for countless days.
There were already too many things about "going away by yourself" and even if he knew about it, there was no way to improve it.
At the same time as this memorandum, Xiong Tingbi, the new minister who took office in Liaodong, thoroughly understood Liaodong's problems and hidden worries in a very short period of time with his keen observation and feelings, and came here with great urgency. He reported and reminded him: "The biggest problem today is building slaves alone."
Of course, this memorial is also written for nothing——
The day before, his emotions were a little out of balance, which made him feel uncomfortable for a while. On this day, Emperor Wanli became even lazier. Not only did he not get up, but he didn't want to wake up—as long as he opened his eyes, he would send someone to give him a blessing. Come, enjoy it for a while, and fall asleep comfortably again naturally.
He hates when he's sober—"It's easy to 'disturb'—"
He's a wise man, and he doesn't bother himself--nobody, anything, not even his waking powers of reflection!
Therefore, not only what happened far away in Liaodong, he didn't want to talk about Jianzhou and Nurhachi; it was best not to come to anything that happened outside the palace, in the court, civil and military officials, or even under the sun. Before his eyes!
A few days later, a major event happened in the palace, and his attitude remained the same——
The eunuchs reported to him in a rather alarmed tone: "Concubine Wang, Empress Wang—has ascended to heaven!"
As if he didn't hear very clearly, he responded casually: "Uh--" and then there was no further text.
After a while, his snoring sounded, and the eunuch who came to report had no choice but to back away with a look of astonishment, standing at the gate of the palace like an idiot for an hour, still unable to accept this fact.
But the facts are facts after all: Emperor Wanli did not have Wang Guifei in his heart - even though she was the biological mother of Crown Prince Chang Luo.
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