little emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 146 Forcing the Palace
It is said that a thousand glasses of wine run out of wine, Zhu Changluo sure enough drank until the glass was dry, but the more he drank, the whiter his face, the brighter his eyes, and the bigger his smile.

Zhu Changluo has already drunk like this, you can imagine the virtues of Yao Qin and Gechen. Except for Sun Chengzong and Zhang Xianling who are still sober, the rest of them are lying down or lying down, and all of them are drunk All kinds of life.

Yao Qin was crying and laughing, holding Zhu Changluo's hand and insisting on singing a long song to congratulate, everyone was uproarious, Zhao Chengguang laughed with his tongue: "Oh my brother, I have been a brother for half my life, I don't know You can also sing...Come and listen to it, if you sing well, you will be rewarded."

At this moment, Yao Qin, who is already in a state of mind, has become a state that ordinary people can't understand. Who am I after me, it’s better not to come or go, neither joy nor sorrow.” After singing, he laughed three times, and with a bang, he got under the table, and he really lived up to the deep meaning of being confused when he came and going. .

Deeply moved by the Zen in the song, Zhu Changluo stood there in a daze, the noise in his eyes and ears suddenly left his body, the world seemed so quiet at this moment that he was the only one left, so quiet that he could hear his heart beating like a drum, The blood is so galloping.

Unknowingly tossing the wine glass, he quietly left the restaurant. The long street was deserted after the first snowfall. When he looked up, he saw the moon in the sky like a clear wheel, and the cold light was like water. He suddenly sighed.

At the end of the long street, a black figure seemed to appear in a trance, standing straight like a sword. Zhu Changluo rubbed his eyes, then suddenly lowered his head and sighed again.

When I fell down completely, I felt like a hand was supporting me, and the heat and warmth felt like the scorching sun in June.

In the haze, it seemed that someone was testing his own pulse, and at the same time, a very familiar sigh sounded in his ear.

Zhu Changluo kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, as if they had touched pepper water, they were astringent and swollen.

When I woke up the next day, my pillow was inexplicably wet.

Looking up, the room was full of sunshine, and he was stunned. His wish was fulfilled, and it was time to leave.

When Sun Chengzong knocked on the door and came in, Zhu Changluo had just finished washing.

"The teacher came just in time. After going to naturalize first, we will return to Beijing directly."

Speaking of which, it’s been almost a year since I’ve been outside, and Sun Chengzong is also a little homesick. He was naturally very happy to hear Zhu Changluo say this, and suddenly remembered something, "Last night..."

Zhu Changluo waved his hand suddenly: "I know, the teacher doesn't need to say anything."

Sun Chengzong opened his mouth wide in astonishment, wondering in his heart: You know what I'm going to say, so you know it?
"Teacher, have you read Buddhist scriptures?" Leaving behind this nonsensical sentence, without waiting for Sun Chengzong's answer, he suddenly recited: "Just like a bodhisattva's original heart, it doesn't share the later heart, and neither does wisdom or wisdom. When the two hearts are different, .”

At that time, Buddhism came to China from the Northern Wei Dynasty. After several dynasties and generations, Buddhism flourished and incense was very popular.There are many Buddhist scriptures that speak little of great righteousness, and the classics of helping the world and saving people have been widely spread. Since the Jiajing Dynasty, because the emperor was good at Taoism and cultivating immortals, it has become natural that what is good at the top must be followed by the bottom. Although Buddhism is dying of being suppressed by Taoism, but It does not hinder some Buddhist classics, but it has already been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Sun Chengzong was very knowledgeable, and he was involved in all kinds of schools. After Zhu Changluo finished reading it, he knew that this was a passage from the Buddhist classic Huayan Sutra. Thinking about what happened last night, Sun Chengzong seemed to understand something.

But Zhu Changluo smiled indifferently: "If you don't forget your original intention, you will always have it."

Sun Chengzong clapped his hands together, and sincerely praised: "It's wonderful!"

Everything in this world is like drinking water, knowing whether it is warm or not.Sure enough, he didn't need to say anything more, since he thought everything so clearly, Sun Chengzong shut up, saying another word would be superfluous.

When Prince Rui and his team left Ningxia City, the soldiers and civilians of the city spontaneously lined up to see them off.

For this young prince, the impression he left on the soldiers and civilians in Ningxia City was quite strange.

Some people say that he is tyrannical, which can be proved by his determination to flood the city of Ningxia, regardless of the lives of 30 people in the city.Some people say that he is benevolent. Since he entered the city, he has only punished the culprit and not the accomplices. Except for the self-immolation of his family, this little prince did not kill a single person.This move made those defeated soldiers, big and small, all grateful and grateful.

It is said that when he left, he even confessed to Zhu Zhengse, the newly appointed governor, to make a detailed list of the flood damage of every household in the city, and make a price compensation. In fact, it never mattered whether Jiangshan's surname was Zhu or Niu, they only recognized the same, and they would treat whoever was kind to them.

To sum up, the reputation of Prince Rui Zhu Changluo's benevolence was loud and loud, and those voices with ulterior motives soon died away.The reason is very simple. Ask yourself, can a prince like Zhu Changluo be considered a good person?The answer is of course yes.

The people were reluctant to leave, and waited until they could no longer see the shadow of the convoy, and then went home one after another. After all, after the chaos, all things were waiting to be done, and it was important to close the door and live independently.

When the orange-red haze pierced through the thick clouds and the faint golden glow sprinkled on the ground, the voices of the departing convoy gradually faded away.

There is a small Wanggui Pavilion not far from the post road, where one old and one young stand and stare at the dust.

The old man in the yellow robe with the banner head is obviously the real person Chongxu, who is in a daze with his hands.

Xiao Yun stood behind him, with some inexplicable doubts in his heart.

In his eyes, this mysterious and unpredictable grandfather who acts like a dragon haunts has been in a strange state since he saw Qi Bai.

Although Xiao Yun was surprised, he didn't ask. This was a habit he had developed since he was a child.

Xu Shi has practiced the seven techniques of mind control for a long time. He believes that people's hearts are like an ocean, but what comes out of his mouth is generally not very reliable. He prefers to guess by himself.

It has to be said that Xiao Yun saw it very accurately, and that Daoist Chongxu really had something on his mind, but Xiao Yun tried to guess smartly, but he couldn't guess it.

Daoist Chongxu raised his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the sun that had spent so much effort to finally break free from the clouds and release a myriad of rays of light, his thoughts flowed, and the memory he opened suddenly returned to that day many years ago...

In Yude Palace, the door was closed tightly, the window panes of the Nine Palaces revealed a faint light, and the bright yellow curtains hung down layer by layer, creating a gloomy and quiet atmosphere.

There was a person lying under the yellow silk quilt on the Jiulong Agarwood bed, his face was dull, his hair was as pale as grass, and his eyes were tightly closed. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this old man was near death, and eight or nine of his lifespans had passed away.

Standing in front of the bed was a tall figure, his originally vigorous face was filled with tension and uneasiness, and he kept walking back and forth in the hall.The thick carpet absorbed the sound of his hurried footsteps, but it couldn't absorb his obvious anxiety and panic.

An imperial doctor was kneeling on the ground taking his pulse, the sweat dripping down his forehead and his trembling fingers clearly showed his panic.

"Tell me, what's going on, father?"

"Your Highness, Your Majesty... I am incompetent to forgive my ministers, and I have no ability to return to heaven." After saying this, Doctor Sun trembled like an electric shock, with his head pressed tightly on the ground, and his hoarse voice was revealed cry.

"Really? Is he... really going to die?"

Finally got the answer he wanted, King Jing Zhu Zaizhen was suddenly overjoyed.

The other party's unabashed ecstasy could even be felt by Dr. Sun kneeling on the ground. Suddenly, his eyes turned black, his body like dry wood trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind, and a large piece of wet water stain on his back was enough to Talk about the horror in his heart at the moment.

"How long is it?" Jing Wang Zhu Zaizhen snorted coldly, and looked away from the water stain on his back.

"The pulse is about to die, and the breath is weak. Yichen deduces that there are still two hours at most."

"Go to the side hall and wait, keep your mouth shut!"

Physician Sun kowtowed, staggered half crawled and half rolled out.

Emperor Jiajing slowly opened his eyes...

I couldn’t see anything clearly in front of my eyes, and there seemed to be strong wind and thunder in my ears, and there was an ache from the cracks in my bones all over my body. I wanted to turn over and sit up, but after struggling a few times, I found everything It was all in vain, I opened my mouth, and there seemed to be a ball of fire blocked in my throat, it was scorching and stinging, after trying several times, I finally made a faint sound.

Someone helped him up and poured him a sip of ginseng soup. If Imperial Physician Sun was here, his face would turn pale with fright.

Ginseng soup has miraculous effects on people who are weak and depressed, but for Jiajing who has been taking pills for many years and has accumulated a large amount of lead and mercury toxins in his body, every sip of ginseng soup is like swallowing a mouthful of poison.

Jiajing finally breathed a sigh of relief, and everything blurred in front of him gradually became clear and vivid.

There was no one in the familiar hall, only the crane head censer at the foot of the bed stretched out its long neck, puffing out dense cigarettes.

The scattered eyes finally focused on one person, Jiajing frowned, "What time is it now?"

His voice was majestic and deep, although he was about to die, but the chilling supreme majesty that had been cultivated in his emperor's career for many years still made King Jing shudder.

"Father, the time has passed."

"You shouldn't be here." Jiajing frowned and glanced at him, his throat was panting like a bellows: "Where is Chen Hong? He is my close eunuch, why isn't he by my side?"

With his heart beating faster, King Jing lowered his head and remained motionless, but a sneer had already appeared from the corner of his mouth: "Father is confused. A few days ago, Chen Hong made a mistake and was kicked out of the palace by you. How did you forget?"

Jiajing nodded remorsefully, and lightly thumped the edge of the bed with his weak hands, and suddenly burst into a heart-stopping cough.

King Jing smiled and picked up the ginseng soup, and poured Jiajing a few more mouthfuls.

Pushing King Jing's hand away, Jiajing struggled to sit up, leaned on the huge Huanglong pillow, and said in a weak voice: "Go and call Xu Jie, Gao Gong, and the rest of the cabinet. I have something to say." .”

"Father, why bother to work on your mind? It's getting late, and I guess they are all asleep. Doctor Sun asked my son to take care of you and rest carefully, and don't work your mind. If you have anything to do, just ask your son to do it." King Jing laughed. Very bright and happy.

"You actually..." Emperor Jiajing's turbid eyes suddenly flashed a beam of surprise: "You dare not let me see the minister?"

"I don't dare, I just think about my father's body."

Emperor Jiajing's surprised eyes gradually became sharper: "...Are you trying to force the palace?"

Looking back at the empty and empty hall again, everything suddenly became clear in my heart: "You transferred all the people around me? Tell me! How many people did you recruit from Dongchang and Shangzhiwei?"

Jiajing is a legendary emperor of a generation. He ascended the throne when he was young, and it has been 45 years since then.

He ascended to the throne in an unorthodox manner. Since he came to power, he has been criticized by the ministers of the court and China, but he has suppressed them violently.

He loves cultivating Taoism and becoming an immortal. For this lofty dream, he has lived for many years, taking pills day and night, just hoping to live forever and soar in the daytime.

He had quite a few sons, but after the death of the prince, there were only two sons left before him, one King Yu and one King Jing.

Compared with the cowardly and cowardly King Yu, the tall and straight King Jing in front of him, he probably likes him more in his heart...

But what does he want to do now?Jiajing suddenly laughed.

He is old, sick, and dying, but he is not confused.

He is still the Emperor Jiajing who has not been to the court for more than ten years, but can hold the courtiers tightly in his hands, even panting carefully.

"Let me tell you, no matter how many people you control outside, you can't move one of the Jinyiwei!"

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