Han’s Son is Not a Slave

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"Don't say that you share your worries for me, I have today's troubles, and it is entirely your gift!" Ma Jixiang's brazenness made Zhu Youlang's body tremble. [Love ↑ go △ small ↓ say △ network WwW.AiQu]

Ma Jixiang defended himself with an innocent look on his face: "Jiangshan Sheji belongs to the emperor, and the military and civilians also listen to the emperor. It is also the emperor's choice to temporarily escape from Burma. How can we blame the ministers for today's difficulties? Besides, the ministers lead Colleagues come here just to ask for salaries. If there is no salary to receive, and the officials’ hearts are scattered, how will the imperial court be maintained? If there is no imperial court, how will the emperor deal with the Burmese?”

After Suining Bopuying came to Burma, he and Ma Jixiang were very close for a living, and immediately opened his mouth to help: "Shoufu is dedicated to the Holy One, sincere and sincere, and the ministers and others can see it."

Zhu Youlang said angrily: "My seal has been chiseled and distributed to you, the jewelry I brought with you has also been given to you, and the queen's gold and silver jewelry has also been taken out. I have nothing now, but you don't understand me. Suffering, you still reach out to ask me for money, this is your sincere heart, the way to treat a king?"

Li Guotai said: "The more than 2,000 family members of the imperial court officials always have to eat. If the emperor does not pay, how will they be asked to eat?"

"Enough, I don't want to be the emperor's head office!" Zhu Youlang walked away angrily, "Don't bother me again in the future, I'm no longer the emperor, you can't ask me for money! Let's go, let's go. , I don't want to see you again!"

Zhu Youlang was so angry that he didn't even call out "Zhen". Ma Jixiang and Li Guotai did not expect that the emperor would say no, and they were dumbfounded.

Because of the eternal calendar, the Burmese side can still give a little money and food. If Zhu Youlang refuses to be the emperor, the Burmese side is afraid that not only will they not give a little money and food, they will be able to drive these Ming Dynasty people back to the country in a blink of an eye, so Ma Jixiang and the others are afraid of Zhu Youlang really set up stalls, and when he became honest, he really didn't dare to disturb Zhu Youlang. Anyway, these ministers have a wealthy family, and the poor are the little officials below. Pity those Ming Dynasty officials whose wives and children were separated and their family assets were exhausted, because they had no salary, they had to work for the Burmese to make ends meet. What's more, there are not a few people who sell their sons and daughters, and ask their wives and daughters to open secret doors and sell themselves. As a result, the Burmese people look down on these Ming Dynasty people even more.

Seeing that the emperor was in a bad mood, the queen and the prince did not dare to disturb Zhu Youlang. In addition to seeing the Empress Dowager every day as a routine, Zhu Youlang shut himself in the house and fell into boundless loneliness.

He regretted, really regretted, since he came to Burma, he lost all contact with the country, and King Jin did not know where he was. He even regretted that he should not disarm himself, resulting in the embarrassment he is today.

There was a young boy in the village where the rulers and ministers of the Ming Dynasty lived. He was very active on weekdays and often came to play in Zhu Youlang's house. Looking in the window that day, and seeing Zhu Youlang sitting there motionless, the little boy was very strange. He knew that this man was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty that the adults said, so he leaned on the window and asked Zhu Youlang: "Emperor of Daming, why did you lock yourself in the house by yourself?"

Zhu Youlang glanced at the little boy and shook his head: "I don't want to see anyone, so I locked myself in the house."

"Only if a bird is caught, it will be locked in a cage. You are the emperor of Daming, not a bird."

When Zhu Youlang heard this children's words, his whole body trembled, and tears flowed down immediately: Why did I lock myself in the house!

Zhu Youlang sighed: "I have nowhere to go, so what if I don't stay in the house?"

The little boy thought about it and said, "Then I'll take you to see my grandpa."

"Your grandfather?" Zhu Youlang was startled, "Does he live in this village?"

The little boy nodded: "Of course, he tells me stories every day."

Zhu Youlang suddenly regained his energy, thinking that instead of sitting here boring, it is better to go out for a walk. Since the child's grandfather lived in this village, the Burmese would not interfere much. Thinking of this, Zhu Youlang came out of the house. The little boy took him to a jungle, and then pointed to the front and said, "Your Majesty, that is my grandfather's house."

Zhu Youlang looked in the direction he pointed, and saw a simple low log cabin. The little boy ran forward quickly, shouting as he ran, "Grandpa, the emperor of Daming is here."

The door of the small wooden room suddenly opened, and a person came out of the room. Zhu Youlang looked at the man carefully. The man's back was bent, his face was thin, and a face was lifeless, except for the beard that fluttered under his chin to prove that he was still alive.

When the man saw Zhu Youlang, his legs trembled, and he wanted to kneel down, but he couldn't. Perhaps it was because he was too old and his bones were hard. Zhu Youlang dared to ask the old man to kneel, and immediately ran over to support the old man.

The old man looked at Zhu Youlang: "Are you the emperor of Daming?"

Zhu Youlang nodded. Hearing that the old man was speaking Chinese, he moved in his heart and asked him, "Is the old man Han?"

The old man nodded, and then seemed to think of something, and his face was sad. [Love ↑ went to △ Xiao ↓ said △ Net WwW.AiQu] For a moment, the old man's expression moved and asked Zhu Youlang: "Who is the queen?"

"I am the grandson of Shenzong, the son of King Gui."

After the old man heard it, he suddenly looked up to the sky and burst into laughter until he almost suffocated. Zhu Youlang was overwhelmed by his laughter, not knowing why the old man laughed.

The old man sighed: "It turns out that His Majesty is the grandson of Shenzong. Back then, Shenzong sent me to the frontier, but today I see the descendants of Shenzong in this foreign country, which is really ironic."

Zhu Youlang was stunned and asked the old man what happened, and the old man told Zhu Youlang what happened. It turned out that this old man was a minister of Emperor Shenzong Zhu Yijun. When Wu Jian brothers raised troops in Fujian, Emperor Shenzong asked all the ministers to discuss the dynasty. According to the opinions of the ministers, Emperor Shenzong decided to send troops to suppress it. If the imperial court cannot appease the hearts of the people, the emperor will lose his fundamentals! He also said that people rebel every year and suppress it every year, why is there no end to it? If this continues, the contradictions will be intensified, and then the end of the imperial court is not far away! Xu Shi's words in those days violated Shenzong's taboo, and Emperor Shenzong sent him to the frontier in a fit of anger. It has been more than 40 years since then.

After hearing about the old man, Zhu Youlang didn't know how to speak for a while. Thinking about it carefully, there is indeed the meaning of God's retribution to the Zhu family. At that time, the old man was sent to the frontier by Emperor Shenzong for bluntly speaking, and he was finally driven to Burma. Decades later, as the grandson of Emperor Shenzong, he fled to Burma because of the country's collapse. If this is not retribution, who can believe it?

Zhu Youlang sighed in his heart and asked the old man, "Who is your last name?"

The old man shook his head and said, "No name and no surname."

"Since you are a minister in the DPRK, how come you have no name and surname?"

"I have lived in the mountains for so long that I have forgotten my first and last name!"

Hearing this, Zhu Youlang fell silent, and the old man also fell silent, only the wind rustled the leaves.

Zhu Youlang suddenly asked: "Old man, do you think Huang Wei is too big?"

The old man nodded and said, "Big, very big!"

Zhu Youlang asked him, "Why did the old man say that?"

The old man smiled miserably: "Because of the emperor's words, not only did I lose my position, but I didn't even have a place to live, so I had to live in a different place and die in a foreign country. Just ask, who in the world can put the old man here? The imperial prestige is very big!..."

Zhu Youlang sighed, thinking about his grandfather's majesty, and thinking about himself, and said with a wry smile: "But my emperor's majesty is very small."

"Imperial power is supreme, how can it be small?" the old man said.

"Although I am an emperor, I am tossed to death by the ministers every day. No one is willing to listen to me, and I have no imperial prestige at all."

The old man laughed and couldn't stop for a long time.

Zhu Youlang said strangely: "Why do the old people laugh?"

The old man said: "I laugh at your name as the emperor, but you are really a slave."

"What does the old man mean by this?"

"What is the emperor? He is the king of a country. He has both vast land given to the feudal lords, and a large public that can be driven by himself. Therefore, the land is the emperor's capital, and the people are the emperor's courage. With these two treasures, the emperor Power is extremely prosperous! Now, you are called the emperor, but you have no soil under your feet, and no one under your command. It is like a fish that leaves the water, and there is no way to live, how can you still have power?"

Zhu Youlang felt that although the old man's words were reasonable, they were not entirely correct. He said, "Aren't those civil and military ministers human? Why did they call me the emperor when they saw me?"

The old man smiled and asked, "What are they doing with you?"

Zhu Youlang was silent for a moment, then whispered, "They came to ask for money."

The old man said, "That's enough. They don't treat you as an emperor, but as a cash cow."

Zhu Youlang felt a pain in his heart: "Why did they ask me for money?"

"Their life has always been like this, they call it the emperor's salary, and they share the worries of the emperor. They think that the wealth in the world belongs to the emperor, so they all come to you! of."

Zhu Youlang murmured to himself: "It's true!"

The old man said: "That's why I said that your name is the emperor, but you are really a slave."

"Really a slave?"

"You are not the slave of the common people, but the slave of the emperor!"

"The emperor's slave?"

When Zhu Youlang returned to his residence from the forest, he recited these four words silently all the way. He was thinking about the old man's words in his heart, and he felt that it was understandable for the old man to say that he was a nominal emperor. Because although he is an emperor, he has neither land nor princes, and even soldiers and horses are in Yunnan unable to protect him. Now he is despised by the Burmese and humiliated by his officials. How can he look like an emperor. But he also felt that it was wrong for the old man to say that he was the emperor's slave, because he was already the emperor, how could he still say that he was the emperor's slave?

Could it be that I am my own slave?

Thinking of this, Zhu Youlang shuddered. He believes that there are many people in this world who become their own slaves. For example, people are burdened by their own names and live for their own interests. Thinking about it like this, the old man's words seem to have some truth. Isn't he burdened, trapped, and even humiliated by the name of the emperor? If he hadn't been carried by others to be the emperor, would he need to run around and be displaced? Who among those ministers would dare to ask him for money on the pretext of sharing the king's salaries?

The more Zhu Youlang thought about it, the more sad it became, but there were chaotic footsteps and voices outside the house. Zhu Youlang frowned, he thought it was Ma Jixiang and the others who came to him again to ask for money.

"The emperor is here! The emperor is here!"

The **** Li Guotai's shrill voice sounded outside the house~www.NovelMTL.com~ Before Zhu Youlang recovered, Ma Jixiang and Li Guotai led the civil and military officials over. Zhu Youlang was about to rebuke them, but the civil and military officials knelt down a lot inside and outside the house, shouting: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Along with Ma Jixiang and the others were two Burmese people and a Han Chinese whom Zhu Youlang had never seen before.

"Who is your emperor? I won't be the emperor anymore! You find someone else to be the emperor." Zhu Youlang was still as furious as last time, shouting that he would not be the emperor. When the civil and military officials heard this, they were immediately shocked and ignorant. Since ancient times, I have never heard of anyone who is unwilling to be an emperor! Besides, the emperor is not something that just anyone can do. How can we let us find someone else to be the emperor?

The two Burmese people couldn't understand what Zhu Youlang said, but the Han man changed his face, secretly thinking that Zhu Youlang knew that King Tang was supervising the country in Guangdong?

Ma Jixiang knew what the emperor thought, but this time he didn't come to ask the emperor for money, but to tell the emperor something good. So he smiled and said to Zhu Youlang: "Your Majesty, a good thing, a good thing, the King of Pingxi has sent someone!" (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read for a better reading experience.