"Don't say you're sharing my worries. I have the difficulties I have today, it's all for you!" Ma Jixiang's shamelessness made Zhu Youlang's body tremble.5201314926

Ma Jixiang defended himself with an innocent look on his face and said, "The country belongs to the emperor, the military, civilians and the people also listen to the emperor. It is the emperor's own choice to avoid the Myanmar country for a while. How can we blame the ministers for the difficulties we have today? Besides, I only ask for a salary if my colleagues come here. If there is no salary, how can the court maintain it? Without the court, how can the emperor deal with the Burmese people?"

After Suining Bo Puying came to Myanmar, in order to make a living, he immediately spoke up and said: "The chief minister is dedicated to being the emperor, and his sincere heart is obvious to all."

Zhu Youlang said angrily: "My national seal has been broken and distributed to you, and the jewelry I brought has been given to you, and the queen's gold and silver jewelry have been taken out. Now I have nothing, but you don't understand my suffering and even ask me for money. This is your sincere heart, how to treat you?"

Li Guotai said: "More than 2,000 families of officials of all sizes and big courts always have to eat. If the emperor does not pay his salary, how should he eat?"

"Enough, I won't be the emperor!" Zhu Youlang left in anger, "Don't bother me again in the future. I'm not the emperor anymore. You can't ask me for money! Let's go, I'll leave, I don't want to see you again!"

Zhu Youlang was so angry that he didn't even say "I". Ma Jixiang and Li Guotai and others did not expect the emperor to say no and were stunned. A group of people stared at each other, feeling that the emperor was afraid that there would be no money to squeeze out.

Because of Yongli, Myanmar can still give some money and food. If Zhu Youlang refused to be the emperor, Myanmar would not only not give any money and food, but also drive these Ming people back to China in a blink of an eye. So Ma Jixiang and the others were afraid that Zhu Youlang would really put up a stall and became honest. They really didn't dare to disturb Zhu Youlang. Anyway, their ministers were still well-off, and the poor were the small officials below. Poor that those Ming officials who had divorced their wives and children and had no salary had to work for the Burmese people to live. What's more, there were many children, and many people who asked their wives and daughters to open secret doors, which made the Burmese people look down on these Ming people even more.

When Empress Wang and the Crown Prince saw that the emperor was in a bad mood, they did not dare to disturb Zhu Youlang. In addition to going to see the Empress Dowager every day like routine, Zhu Youlang locked himself in the house and fell into endless loneliness.

He regretted it, really regret it. Since he came to Myanmar, he had lost all contact with the country, and the King of Jin didn't know where he was. He even regretted that he should not disarm himself, and that he ended up in a difficult situation today.

There was a little boy in the village where the monarchs and ministers of the Ming Dynasty lived. He was very active on weekdays and often came to Zhu Youlang to play in the house. Looking inside the window, he saw Zhu Youlang sitting cross-distance and motionless. The little boy was very surprised. He knew that this man was the emperor of the Ming Dynasty as the adults mentioned, so he lay on the window and asked Zhu Youlang, "The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, why did you lock yourself in the house alone?"

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 when the bird is caught, it will be locked in a cage. You are the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, not a bird."

After hearing this childish words, Zhu Youlang trembled all over and tears immediately flowed down: Why did I lock myself in the house?

Zhu Youlang sighed: "I have no place to go, so what if I don't lock it up in the house?"

The little boy thought for a while and said, "Then I'll take you to see my grandfather."

"Your grandpa?" Zhu Youlang was stunned, "Does he live in this village?"

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

Zhu Youlang suddenly felt energetic and thought that instead of sitting here boring, it would be 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 pointed his hand in front and said, "Master, that is my grandfather's house."

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

The door of the small wooden house 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 his face was lifeless. Only the beard floating under his chin proved that he was still alive.

When the man saw Zhu Youlang, his legs trembled and wanted to kneel down, but he failed. Perhaps because he was too old and his bones were hard. Zhu Youlang did not dare to ask the old man to kneel down, so he ran over to support the old man.

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

Zhu Youlang nodded, and when he heard the old man was speaking Chinese, he felt aroused in his heart and asked him: "Is the old man a Han man?"

The old man nodded, then seemed to think of something, and looked gloomy. After a moment, the old man moved his expression and asked Zhu Youlang: "Who is the emperor?"

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

After hearing this, the old man suddenly laughed to the sky until he almost suffocated. Zhu Youlang was so overwhelmed by his laughter that he didn't know why the old man laughed.

The old man sighed: "It turns out that Your Majesty is the grandson of Shenzong. When Shenzong sent me to the frontier, but today I met the descendants of Shenzong in this foreign country. It's really ironic."

Zhu Youlang was stunned and asked the old man what happened. The old man told Zhu Youlang about his own affairs. It turned out that the old man was a minister of Emperor Shenzong Zhu Yijun. When Wu Jian raised an army in Fujian, Emperor Shenzong asked all the ministers to discuss the court. The ministers in the court believed that they wanted to send troops to suppress the court, and he was the only one who advocated comfort. Emperor Shenzong decided to send troops to suppress the court based on the opinions of the ministers. He tried his best to stop it and expressed his opinions directly that the people are the official and the people are the main body of the court. If the court cannot appease the people, the emperor will lose the root of the foundation! He also said that the people rebelled every year and suppressed every year, why is there no end? If this continues, conflicts will be intensified, then the destruction of the court is not far away! Perhaps it was because the old man's words that violated Shenzong's taboos back then, and the Emperor Shenzong sent him to the frontier in 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 moment. Thinking about it carefully, God was indeed retaliating against the Zhu family. The old man was exiled by Emperor Shenzong for bluntly speaking and was finally driven to Myanmar. Decades later, as the grandson of Emperor Shenzong, he was wandered to Myanmar because of the destruction of the country. If this was not retribution, who could believe it?

Zhu Youlang sighed in his heart and asked the old man: "Who is your surname?"

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

"Since you are a minister in the court, how could you be without a name or a surname?"

"I have lived in the mountains for too long, and I have forgotten my surname and name!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youlang became silent, and the old man also became silent, only the wind whistled the leaves.

Zhu Youlang suddenly asked, "Old man, do you think the emperor's power is great?"

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

Zhu Youlang asked him: "Why do the old man say that?"

The old man smiled miserably: "I not only lost my official position because of the emperor's words, but also had no place to live. I had to wander in another place and die in a foreign land. Who else in the world can hold me to this point with just one word? So this emperor is very powerful!"

Zhu Youlang sighed, thought of his grandfather's imperial power, and then thought of himself, and smiled bitterly: "But my emperor's imperial power is very small."

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

"Although I am the emperor, I am tormented by the ministers every day. No one is willing to listen to me. I have no imperial power at all."

The old man laughed loudly after hearing this, but he couldn't stop for a long time.

Zhu Youlang said strangely: "Why are the old man laughing?"

The old man said, "I laugh at you as the emperor, but actually as a slave."

"What does this mean by the old man?"

"What is the emperor? He is the king of a country. He has vast land to share with princes and a vast crowd to drive him. Therefore, land is the capital of the emperor and the people are the emperor's courage. With these two treasures, the emperor's power will be extremely powerful! Now, you are called the emperor, but there is no inch of land under your feet, and no people under your hands can use it. It is like a fish leaving the water and there is no way to live. Will there be power?"

Zhu Youlang felt that although the old man's words were reasonable, they might not be completely correct. He said, "Aren't those martial ministers human beings? Why did they call me the emperor when they saw me?"

The old man asked with a smile: "What are they here to look for you?"

Zhu Youlang was silent for a moment and whispered: "They are here to ask for money."

The old man said, "Isn't that enough? They don't regard you as the emperor, but as a money tree."

Zhu Youlang felt ache: "Why did they ask me for money?"

"They have always lived like this, calling them the king's salary and sharing their worries. They believe that the world's wealth belongs to the emperor, so they all come to ask you for it! But they don't know that the world's wealth is not the emperor's, but the people of the world."

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

The old man said, "So I said you are the emperor, but you are actually a slave."

"Are a slave?"

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

"The Emperor's Slave?"

When Zhu Youlang returned to his residence from the forest, he silently recited these four words along the way. He was thinking about the old man's words, and felt that it was understandable that the old man said he was a nominal emperor. Because although he was an emperor, he had neither land nor princes, and even his troops were unable to protect himself in Yunnan. Now he was despised by the Burmese people and humiliated by his ministers, so he was not as good as an emperor. But he also felt that it was wrong for the old man to say that he was the slave of the emperor, because he was already the emperor, why did he still say that he was the slave of the emperor?

Could it be that I am my slave?

Thinking of this, Zhu Youlang shivered all over. He believed that there were many people in this world who became his own slaves, such as people were tired of their own fame and living for their own profits. Thinking about it carefully, the old man's words seemed to make some sense. Wasn't he tired of the emperor's name and trapped, or even humiliated for it? If he hadn't been carried to be the emperor, would he have to run around and escape? Who would have dared to ask him for money on the excuse of eating the king's salary as an excuse to share his worries?

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

"The Emperor is here! The Emperor is here!"

The sharp voice of eunuch Li Guotai sounded outside the house. Before Zhu Youlang could come back to his senses, Ma Jixiang and Li Guotai led Wu Guan to come over. Zhu Youlang was about to scold them, but Wu Guans fell on a large area inside and outside the house and shouted: "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

There were also two Burmese people and a Han man Zhu Youlang who had never seen before.

"Who is your emperor? I won't be the emperor anymore! You can find someone else to be the emperor." Zhu Youlang was still furious as last time, yelling that he would not be the emperor. When Wu Baiguan heard this, he was immediately frightened and confused. Since ancient times, he has never heard of anyone who is unwilling to be the emperor! Besides, the emperor is not something that anyone can do, so how can we find someone else to be the emperor?

The two Burmese people couldn't understand what Zhu Youlang was saying, but the Han man changed his face and thought to himself, did Zhu Youlang know that King Tang was in Guangdong?

Ma Jixiang knew what the emperor was thinking, but he did not come to ask the emperor for money this time, but told the emperor about something good. So he smiled and said to Zhu Youlang: "Emperor, good things, great things, King Pingxi has sent someone!" (To be continued.)
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