In Hongde Hall, several imperial doctors looked at Emperor Wanli on the hospital bed with pale faces, both fearful and a little indifferent. They knew that they were powerless to turn things around, and had already hinted to those who were anxiously waiting for the results.

If you look closely, there is still a hint of relaxation in these imperial doctors' eyes. After all, at this moment, you finally don't have to worry about being buried with you.

There is life and death. These imperial physicians are used to life and death. They force themselves to grieve, but they do not have any real grief.

Under the emperor's dragon bed, there were many people standing. The Sili Superintendent and the Imperial Horse Superintendent were all there, and all the identity blocks in the inner court came over, so the cabinet naturally had to come. However, the cabinet had already

For many years, there was only one person, so he seemed to be alone. Fang Congzhe, the most important assistant minister of the empire, stood here with a low eyebrow, quietly waiting for his final farewell to the king. And on the periphery of the palace, there were still several others.

The female officials dressed up as a man looked inwardly, obviously, they were waiting for the news for the emperor's concubines.

Surrounded by these big figures in the hall, a middle-aged man who looked not very energetic and even couldn't stand firmly. Although the weather was not hot, his face looked like he was not very strong.

Pale, his face was covered with sweat, obviously, his body was very weak. Beside him, two officials in red robe stood beside him with respect.

Although his appearance is not very good, no one dares to underestimate these three people. That middle-aged man is Zhu Changluo, the current crown prince of the Ming Dynasty. He is about to become the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. And according to the circulating rumors, he took over the position after he took over the position.

The year number has been almost drafted, so I should choose Taichang - it was the work of that Lord Fang.

Although the two eunuchs had the title of "Seventh Prison" and eunuch", they were always inconspicuous in the inner court. But after today, if they did not go wrong, they would be one of the big obstacles of the inner court.

One reason: they are the prince's confidant eunuchs, so of course they have to go with the prince. Although everyone's current status is far higher than those around Prince Zhu Changluo, once the emperor is once the minister, in a few days, their status may be reversed.

Come here.

Thinking about the power that was about to go away, the eunuchs present were all sad from their hearts. In a trance, it seemed that they had really turned into sorrow for the deceased emperor.

It was already the last moment of his father, but the prince Chang Luo's expression was very calm, and it could even be said to be a little indifferent. Generally speaking, every prince would secretly feel a sense of relief for his father's death, but the prince even acted even more.

Obviously, he had no sadness about his father's imminent death.

Everyone noticed it, and pretended not to notice it. This was normal. Emperor Wanli did not like the prince's mother Wang. Due to her mother's suppression and etiquette, she forced her to be a concubine's title, but she always had

He ignored him and found that Wang, as a concubine, lived a hard life in the palace, and finally became blind.

Not only did he like his mother, Emperor Wanli, he also didn't like the eldest son. He always wanted to hand over the position of crown prince to his favorite concubine, Concubine Zheng, the son of Zhu Changxun, but it ended up causing a ridiculous thing like fighting for the country's foundation.

Although Emperor Wanli finally gave up the idea of ​​re-establishing the prince after decades of opposition from the ministers, many years of disputes had already exhausted Wanli's favor for the ministers. He would rather live in the deep palace.

The king and his ministers were unwilling to meet each other; they had already exhausted their son's admiration for their father, and the prince no longer had any attachment and respect for his father.

A king held the world in his hand, but no one was sad for it before leaving. Even the son who was with him was just perfunctory. Is such an emperor considered comfortable and happy? Someone inevitably flashed through his heart.

question.

Of course, this question cannot be answered.

The only thing that made everyone in the hall breathe a sigh of relief is that although they have experienced ups and downs since childhood, the prince Zhu Changluo is very generous. He has a good relationship with several half-brothers, and even has Zheng, who wants to usurp his position as the prince.

The relationship between Zhu Changxun, the son of the imperial concubine, is quite good. Such a kind-hearted personality is really unmatched by anyone in the past. I am afraid that only Emperor Xiaozong of the past can match him.

If the future emperor has such a kind nature, everyone will have a better life in the future, and more than one person thinks so.

If there is anything wrong with this prince, there is only one thing: he has put too much effort into a woman, so he makes his body so weak. But this is normal. The children of the Tian family die in a woman.

I don't know how many people are on my belly.

Just as everyone was thinking about all kinds of thoughts, a "knock" sound came from the dragon bed.

The already quiet room instantly became even quieter. Even if the needle fell to the ground, everyone would probably hear it clearly. Everyone couldn't help looking at the hospital bed, wanting to see if the emperor was awake again.

Judging from the diagnosis of the imperial physicians, it is unlikely that the emperor would survive tonight. However, before, the emperor issued a will when he was awake, and then fell into a blurred consciousness. If he wakes up again, he will not

I know if there will be any new ideas, so I will make some additions and decreases to the photo.

Everyone remembers it very clearly that in addition to a lot of nonsense written according to tradition, the will also contain several real wills of His Majesty the Emperor - "...I appointed the imperial concubine Zheng as the queen, and the mining tax was abolished and the tax was recalled.

Supervisor...".

However, everyone knows that these are of no practical significance. Although everyone responded timidly at that time, everyone knows that these are not counted. As long as Emperor Wanli dies and the new emperor ascends the throne, Concubine Zheng will be nothing, court officials

I will only rush to refute her, show my reputation, and please the new emperor by the way. As for the mining tax and tax supervisors, I will be sent out next time I need it...

At this time, the Imperial Hospital Hospital envoy looked at it, then shook his head at the bosses, indicating that the emperor had not woken up, and everyone was either disappointed or indifferent, and waited again.

Emperor Wanli, who was lying on the hospital bed, still had his eyes closed. His face, which had been unconscious for two days, naturally could not see any expression. His face was as pale as white paper, and his originally obese body was also greatly damaged due to serious illness.

Suddenly, the emperor's mouth suddenly raised slightly, as if he was laughing, and then the corners of his mouth were tugging to both sides, as if he was very scared. The imperial physicians were no longer surprised by this, and some strange things appeared after the people were dying.

His expression is very normal, even if he is a noble emperor, he is still an ordinary person.

No one noticed whether the emperor was still sane at this time, and not even many people cared about what he was thinking at this time. Everyone was quietly waiting for the last moment to come.

However, Emperor Wanli of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yijun, who was lying on the dragon bed, seemed to be in a hurry to leave his country. Although he closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping soundly, he unexpectedly retained his last sanity.

All the experiences of his life flashed in front of his eyes one by one, as if blurry, but extremely clear.

In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. He saw his great companion Feng Bao, and then followed Feng Bao to listen to the class.

In front of him was Mr. Zhang, the person who had influenced his life.

Mr. Zhang Juzheng's expression was very correct when he was giving lectures, and no noise was allowed. Both Dalian and Mr. were very strict. He would be scolded if he made a mistake when writing. Sometimes he would even be punished to kneel down. Others said that the prince was noble and the emperor was noble.

In front of these two people, I never felt this kind of dignity. Even my mother did not protect me, but let them punish the emperor of this country.

What did he think at that time? The emperor fell into thinking.

I remembered it.

You want to make the world better, and you want me to work hard to take care of the country and the country. I don’t care. I will let them do whatever they want. I can do whatever I want... As the emperor, they won’t let them do anything, so I will still pay attention to it.

do what……

This is the original idea of ​​the ten-year-old.

After a lot of years, the children who used to be together grew up and gradually understood why they were so strict at the beginning, how many expectations they had for themselves, and why their mother refused to protect themselves... but still hated them

, they cannot be forgiven.

After leaving them, he worked hard to prove that the empire could run well without them, but soon he got tired of all this. If he could not even change his prince, he would have such an emperor.

What's the meaning?

Gradually, he no longer wanted to see those ministers, nor was he too lazy to read more memorials, and even when the cabinet and the six ministries needed to be replaced, he was too lazy to care about it.

At the beginning, the Ming Dynasty seemed to be able to operate slowly and automatically according to normal tracks by relying on inertia, but now it is getting more and more troublesome. The Jurchens in Liaodong are pressing over step by step, getting closer and closer to Shanhaiguan and Beijing.

.However, at such an emergency, there are frequent natural disasters in the pass. No matter how tax increases, no matter how much money is collected, and looking at the years, I am afraid that it will become worse and worse in the future...

I did such a poor job, would I be scolded by my husband and my partner? My mother would be dissatisfied with it... The old man who was about to quit suddenly flashed through this idea.

But my grandfather has been like this for decades, and I have been like this for decades. Is there anything wrong with it as if I am defending myself? A roar flashed through the emperor's mind.

My world is the world of Ming Dynasty. I am gone, no matter how alive he is, haha, I will leave this stall to Chang Luo in the future, and it will be up to him for good or bad. Didn’t you say that he is the destined prince? Then look at him

What can I do to the country? When Emperor Wanli thought of this, he completely relaxed.

It's the last moment.

A person appeared in the emperor's mind, the emperor's grandfather, mother Li, grand companion Feng Bao, husband Zhang Juzheng, concubine Zheng, only father's face was very blurred...

The emperor slowly opened his eyes.

I couldn't see anything clearly, and there was only fog left in front of me.

There must be many people standing outside the bed, and Chang Luo must be there, but it would be strange if they were sad... The emperor sneered in his heart.

The emperor turned his gaze unconsciously, and then he seemed to see a figure in the mist.

Mr. Zhang?

Mr. Zhang

Mr. Zhang, who once dominated this empire for ten years and was even more like the emperor than the emperor, was standing in a fog, looking at himself quietly. His expression was very serious, as if he had changed back to the original one in the school.

Like that stern teacher.

Countless complex thoughts flashed through the emperor's heart.

Just like decades ago, the emperor felt an uncontrollable anger.

He...he thought...who is he? I am the emperor. Everyone should be respectful and kneel down. No one can treat me like this.

It was precisely because of this anger that when he just died, the emperor attacked him directly, deprived him of everything he had, beat him into a treacherous minister, and even starved his son to death.

Only such revenge can make the emperor calm.

As the tide of anger faded, an inexplicable apology suddenly surged in the emperor's heart.

Yes, I completely let down his expectations. Although there are various reasons, I have not become a good emperor who is diligent and loving the people, and I know that I have not been loved by the subjects of the world.

Even when he was about to die, there were not even a few people who truly grieve for him.

Was it wrong?

Maybe it's wrong.

Do you want to admit your mistake?

No, why would the emperor be wrong? I am the emperor, how could I be wrong?

"I'm sorry for you, and you're sorry for me," he forced his mouth to open, as if he was talking to the gentleman standing in the thick fog, and as if he was saying to himself. This is the limit he can do,

Whether physically or emotionally.
To be continued...