The blazing sunlight shines from the sky, through the colorful glass, and into the cold and empty palace, adding a bit of warmth.
Fortunately, the Nuan Pavilion in the palace was burning brightly and only needed a little light from the sun.
Emperor Xuanwu sat upright while his cabinet ministers discussed the budget for the coming year.
However, Emperor Xuanwu remained calm and seemed to be listening, but in fact he was in a state of wandering mind.
It has been ten years since he took the throne, and the cabinet has changed. The presence of the former Shao Wu ministers in the court has been weak and insignificant.
Today, the first assistant Zhang Ying, the second assistant Li Guangdi, the group assistant Xiong Cilu, Zhou Chang (Zhou Peigong), and Chen Tingjing were all promoted to the cabinet by him.
The Supreme Emperor had no interference at all, and most of the personnel appointments and dismissals were made by him.
This made him feel more secure, and the throne became more and more stable. He no longer acted cautiously at the beginning, and became more and more comfortable.
At this time, a cold snort came from my ear:
"The Ministry of Finance only takes in 120 million a year, and the Ministry of Industry wants 30 million. Do you want to rebuild the Great Wall? Or install glass on the Great Wall?"
"Do you know what you know? Don't official roads need to be repaired? Ponds, ditches, and rivers in various places don't need to be maintained?"
"Besides, the rails erected by our Ministry of Works also need to be replaced. If we put them all together at once, there will naturally be more..."
Chen Tingjing was in charge of the engineering department, so naturally he had a loud voice and argued without fear.
This is power, which makes even gentle scholars become rude.
Emperor Xuanwu glanced at the two of them.
At this time, Xiong Cilu, who was in charge of the Ministry of Rites, raised his head and said: "The countries in the south are suffering from hurricanes, military disasters, and plagues, while the countries in the north are suffering from white disasters. They all need the support of the imperial court. Fifteen million is not much!"
After listening for a while, Emperor Xuanwu was too lazy to pay attention, so he left on his own, leaving them alone to quarrel.
The civil servants are fighting for the budget. Unless necessary, the emperor usually does not give up. He does not have the energy.
He has already given the specific meaning to the chief assistant, so he will naturally take over.
Under political compromise, cabinet ministers will reach a compromise in a short period of time, thereby achieving a new round of balance.
"Your Majesty, the Emperor is sick again."
At this time, the eunuch came to report in a low voice.
"Don't let it out!"
The emperor frowned, feeling unreasonable in his heart.
Although he was dissatisfied with the Supreme Emperor's control over the government for several years, he did not underestimate the support of his imperial grandfather in stabilizing the government.
"Anything else?"
As soon as he asked, he saw a eunuch walking hastily, kneeling down and raising his hand: "Report, Guangdong and Guangxi are six hundred miles away!"
"Huh?" The emperor was surprised and couldn't wait to open it and breathed a sigh of relief: "It turns out that King Qin has passed away!"
He didn't have a deep impression of this emperor's uncle, and naturally he didn't have much emotion. He only had sighs and no pain in his heart.
"Instruct the Ministry of Rites to discuss the posthumous title and other funeral matters."
"yes!"
"Stop, I'm going to see the emperor's grandfather!"
Soon, a train was chartered.
A few hours later, the emperor arrived at Yuquan Villa.
He shouldn't be too familiar with this place. He has grown up here since he was a child.
Unfortunately, after he succeeded to the throne, he has been lingering in the Forbidden City and has not lived here for many years.
His status as grandson made him feel free and comfortable here; his status as emperor made him feel suppressed and fearful.
The thousands of soldiers and horses in Yuquan Mountain are all under the control of the Supreme Emperor.
The Yuquan County at the foot of the mountain was the residence of the princes and nobles, and the residence of the emperor for their pilgrimage.
As soon as I approached the Wanchun Hall, I smelled the smell of urine. When I lowered my head, I saw a dog letting loose on the ground not far away.
Immediately, a eunuch carried a basket of soil to cover it up and then clean it up.
"Huh?" The emperor walked over and touched the dog's head: "What generation is this?"
"Reporting to your Majesty, this is the eighteenth generation."
"Take good care of it!" the emperor sighed, then stood up and left.
The former generation of yellow dogs never expected to have the merit of following the dragon, multiply and live for more than ten generations, always accompany the emperor, and enjoy countless glory and wealth.
It can be said that these dogs live a better life than many ordinary people.
The Supreme Emperor is a nostalgic person.
After he informed him, he saw the Supreme Emperor who was half lying down.
Beside him, two old men sat cautiously and saluted him.
With a cursory glance, he knew their identities.
Duke Jing, Gao He, has been in charge of the Military and Government Department of the Fifth Military Governor's Office for nearly eight years. He can be said to be the greatest military support for the Supreme Emperor.
The other person was Zhu Li, the Minister of Rites, who had just entered the official position.
In addition to their prominent status, the two of them are the illegitimate sons of the Supreme Emperor, and it is quite convenient to travel to Yuquan Mountain.
"Grandpa Huang, news just came from Guangdong and Guangxi that King Qin has passed away!"
"Prince Qin?" Zhu Yixi frowned: "Isn't he always healthy?"
"Yes, I'm over sixty, I'm getting older!"
Only then did Zhu Yixi realize that she was already eighty-four years old, one of the longest-lived emperors in the past.
The sadness in my heart has long been diluted by the acquaintances who have passed away over the years.
There is nothing more tragic than this in the world. Familiar friends, old acquaintances, lovers, and even relatives pass away one by one. In the end, the sadness in my heart is minimal.
"Is Qin still relatively stable?"
"The governors of Guangdong and Guangxi will treat you seriously. Nothing will happen."
"That's good!"
The two illegitimate children also felt awkward and resigned and left.
"Grandpa Huang, take care of yourself!"
"A minor illness or disaster, nothing to worry about!"
Zhu Yixi smiled: "Seventy years are rare in life, and living to eighty is enough."
"Father, drink tea!" At this time, Prince Zhu Sishuo said respectfully.
"Yes!" The emperor nodded slightly and looked at the young prince. He was quite envious for a moment.
Being able to be raised by the Emperor's grandfather was a treatment that only he had in the past.
"Serve your Majesty well, and don't delay your homework. I will give you a test in a few days!"
"Yes!" The prince promised.
After the prince left, Zhu Yixi shook his head directly: "It's hopeless. You can't change your soft temper."
"This..." Even Grandpa Huang couldn't train him, and Emperor Xuanwu didn't know what to do at all.
Such a prince is really tiring. How can he pass on his legacy?
Faced with the emperor's sorrow, Zhu Yixi didn't care at all: "Destroying him would be tantamount to death, and then make the civil and military officials enemies."
"The only solution for now is to endure it. Live a few more years, endure him to death, and train your grandson!"
These words were too blunt, and the emperor couldn't accept it, and his face turned ugly.
At the end of the year, heavy snow fell suddenly, and the Emperor became seriously ill.
The emperor personally served the people around him, and the prince supervised the country.
In the spring of the eleventh year of Xuanwu's reign, when the Supreme Emperor had been on the sickbed for several months, a sudden thought came to his mind: "Carry me outside the palace."
"Grandpa Huang, it's windy outside!"
"Spring is here!" Zhu Yixi shouted: "I want to see spring."
"Yes!" Emperor Xuanwu was stunned, then waved his hand
Soon, the Emperor, who was wrapped tightly, was carried outside the palace.
"Too far, closer!"
"Close, no matter how close!"
The dragon couch has arrived at the fruit forest.
At this time, at a glance, the branches are covered with piles of snow, even deserted.
Unexpectedly, the Emperor disagreed and stared straight ahead.
Soon, the dark clouds dispersed and the sun began to shine with unprecedented brilliance.
The snowflakes gradually faded. I don’t know when it started, but there were already a few green buds on the dead branches.
"Grandpa Huang, spring is here!"
"Spring is here!" Zhu Yixi was very happy. He felt his scalp was getting excited. He couldn't help but stand up and sang with his broken voice:
"Little Swallow, wearing floral clothes, comes here every spring. I asked Swallow why you came, and Swallow said -"
"Cough cough cough!"
"Swallow, cough, cough, cough!"
"Swallows say that spring here is the most beautiful!"
Emperor Xuanwu, with quick hands and quick eyes, supported the falling Emperor, and saw the singing still lingering in his ears:
"The spring here is the most beautiful, the spring here is the most beautiful, hahaha——"
"Spring here, spring here! Where is this, where is it?"
Immediately, the sound stopped, and he felt the body's stiffness, but the hands hanging down seemed to still be searching for something.
Maybe I miss Xi’an!
"His Majesty--"
All of a sudden, the maids and eunuchs all knelt down and cried.
The emperor couldn't help but kneel down, lowered his head and choked with tears, his red eyes holding back tears.
"Quick, the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor is here!"
Even though he knew it had no effect, the emperor still shouted louder and louder.
ps: The old emperor is finally dead. Emperor Taishi like Li Jia is indeed too fake.
Just write a few more chapters and the extra chapter will be over.
()
This chapter has been completed!