Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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This feeling of timidity, the more the imperial chariot moved forward, the more it got worse.

At first, I just heard the sound, which was very noisy, and then I could see the clues from the glass window of the royal car.

On both sides of the road, there are people everywhere.

Even Emperor Hongzhi had never seen such a sea of ​​people when he visited the five battalions.

Fortunately, these common people did not rush to the road, but stayed on the side of the road in an orderly manner. Although it was extremely crowded, they never took half a step.

The accompanying officials were frightened.

They were outside the imperial chariot, and they suffered a greater impact. Seeing the endless flow of people, their scalps became numb.

Even Liu Jian's expression was bleak.

If there is anyone who behaves improperly and rushes onto the road, causing chaos, this countless sea of ​​people will overwhelm His Majesty and himself. Once they get out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But now, the officers and soldiers in hand are simply not enough.

Even if the 3000 battalions and the five battalions are also dispatched together, it will only cause greater chaos.

Liu Jian's heart was going to jump in his throat.

Finally, the faces of these people became more and more clear. Some of them were honest, some were looking forward to it, and some were desperately trying to attack the region.

The young and powerful victims were all arranged in the front by the practitioners.

The disaster victims along the road were all carefully selected by the students. These people are usually well-behaved, perform well, and have strength. They formed a human wall and fought desperately not to be dispersed by the crowd.

For every short distance, there are students in it, ready to deal with emergencies.

Before the students organized, they had to ensure that the news was airtight and never leaked out. The notice was not issued until seven days ago. This led to the fact that even if someone planned to do something wrong and wanted to arrange it, it would be too late.

Without thorough preparation, don't even think about getting in.

Because in each group, the people who can enter here are very familiar with each other within the group, and the students know everything about each one. It is a reliable candidate selected from the group.

The young Zhao Mu is a member in charge of security in the group.

There were more than 90 households in the group, and 11 people were selected. The people who were selected were very excited. Zhao Mu was young, but he had sharp eyes, and he knew what happened nearby.

He is very grateful for the opportunity given to him by his students. Now he can no longer be an apprentice driver, because there are still two years before he is considered an adult. A small literacy class was set up in the group, led by an old man who can barely read and write. Come to teach some basic reading and writing methods, and occasionally, students will come to act as teachers.

Before the age of sixteen, they provided some simple meals in the literacy class, especially for orphans like him, there would be special care. At a loss, they are both father and mother. For example, a few days ago, the students in this group went to a certain garment workshop to ask for some leftover materials. The leftover materials are not worth much, and the owner of the workshop is too lazy to waste money Manual reprocessing, these Xishan Academy students, don't look poor, but the workshop owner often maintains a respect deep in his heart. Even if there is no respect, you have to be afraid of their superiors. The guy called Fang Jifan.

After getting back the leftovers, he organized some women in the group to mend them, so Zhao Mu put on new clothes. Zhao Mu was very happy in the new clothes. Then he began to gesture to Dasha beside him.

Dasha is the loudest person in the group.

According to the rules of the students, everyone in the group listened to his voice and acted accordingly.

This group is at the front of the line.

When a group of Jinwu guards passed by on tall horses, they saw the imperial chariot, the imperial carved beams and painted buildings, the carriage was extremely huge, like a small moving house.

But at this time, Dasha's voice was like a casserole, and he yelled: "Long live my emperor!"

Then, Dasha was stunned, and wanted to shout something.

Zhao Mu tucked his sleeves, Dasha, stop shouting, kneel.

Only then did Dasha realize that he slapped and knelt down.

So... more than 200 people from more than 90 households in this group shouted together: "Long live my emperor.

Then, they all fell to the ground.

These guys are all trying their best.

A loud roar, like thunder on the ground.

Immediately, even Yijia's horses were terrified, a little frightened, and began to bray.

All the officials clustered around the imperial chariot were all pale with fright.

What they didn't expect was that this was just the beginning, not the end.

The first group bowed down, and in the second group, there were more than a hundred households in the back section, and some people shouted: "Long live my emperor."

This sound, wave after wave, countless people, like the waves in the sea.

The sound formed a huge wave, and it was like a flame, rushing straight into the sky, as if at this moment, even the nine heavens were filled with this sound.

For Emperor Hongzhi, this voice was everywhere.

In the royal carriage, he held Zhu Zaimo's hand, and was startled at first.

Especially Dasha's flat roar made his face turn pale.

He grabbed Zhu Zaimo's hand.

Zhu Zaimo just laughed, young man, he will never die.

Afterwards, Emperor Hongzhi gradually calmed down, followed by a look of astonishment and surprise on his face.

He is the Son of Heaven, and he has worked diligently for decades, so he knows what this means.

Even if the local parents and officials leave either side, and the memorials claim that there are common people to see them off, in fact, it is only dozens of local gentry and scholars who gather together and take a Wanmin umbrella. its gone.

But now...

call……

He let out a long breath.

How many people are there?

Outside the car, the sound of long live is endless.

He tried his best to get close to the glass window. Outside the glass window, there were a group of people who couldn't be more real. They had dark skin and even black and yellow teeth. Even if people put on new clothes because of this day, they still concealed I can't live in the 'poor' in this new clothes.

And in the next moment.

Emperor Hongzhi's heart almost jumped out.

His scalp was numb, and he had an indescribable feeling, this... is what a real emperor should look like.

The people rejoice, long live endlessly.

Compared with himself rushing all the way to Mount Tai to enshrine Zen, Emperor Hongzhi actually felt that the so-called Mount Tai was too small, so small that Emperor Hongzhi felt that enshrining Zen was not worth boasting about now.

And all this in front of him...is enough for Emperor Hongzhi to brag about it for a lifetime. Is there any emperor like this in all dynasties? Even Emperor Qin and Han Wu had such insight.

The virtuous monarchs of the past dynasties, I hang them up and beat them.

The Taizu of this dynasty expelled the Tartars and restored the Central Plains, and even restored the land of Yanyun, which had fallen for nearly a thousand years, so that there were no more captives in the land of Yanyun. It has been 150 years so far. ,But……

Of course, Emperor Hongzhi did not continue, but they are his ancestors.

The royal chariot was still passing through, and the countless crowds still had no end in sight.

Zhu Zaimo took the emperor's grandfather's hand and said, "Father, these common people are all praising Father."

It's okay not to say.

Let's just say...

Amidst his pride, Emperor Hongzhi suddenly felt that his eyes were moist.

This feeling, logically speaking, is difficult to move the emperor.

But Emperor Hongzhi was different.

When he was young, he experienced too many ups and downs in his life. His biological mother was also killed, and was carefully cared for by an unknown person. When the emperor was in power, the palace was ugly. Because of this, he had been inspired since he was a child to become a generation of virtuous emperors and masters.

Therefore, after he ascended the throne, he devoted himself to reviewing memorials tirelessly from morning to night every day. Others met with ministers once every three days to discuss state affairs. He didn't think it was enough, so he changed it to one day a day, that's all, and felt that he couldn't fully understand the big and small things, so he simply changed it to three days a day, meeting countless people every day, and reviewing each memorial. He was afraid that his negligence would cause mistakes, and any possible omission could destroy many families.

For decades, he persisted.

For what?

Can't tell.

Perhaps he hoped that he would not be like the former emperor; perhaps, deep down in his heart, he really longed to govern a peaceful world and let countless people live and work in peace. But here, why didn't you want to leave a name in history and be admired by future generations? Even... If you talk about selfishness, you must also hope that the Daming country can be stable, and your children and grandchildren can be sheltered by yourself, and they will have no worries from then on.

And now...

Over the past few decades, he has experienced frustration, setbacks, and many mistakes. He even sometimes wonders what is the point of his persistence. The world is still riddled with holes. Also, is the improvement of the lives of the common people limited?

only…………

At this moment, Emperor Hongzhi's tears welled up in his eyes, and finally, the tears fell down without disappointment.

Hot tears dripped down drop by drop, and he finally understood that all of this... was worth it.

In this world, isn't it just the accumulation of less that makes more, isn't it just the accumulation of years and months?

Of course, Emperor Hongzhi understood that in the praise of my emperor's long live, it is inevitable that there will be elements of people being instigated by others.

But at this moment, he believed that the long live my emperor they shouted came from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the emperor's grandfather crying, Zhu Zaimo took the handkerchief and gave it to Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi took it and wiped away his tears, a lot of hair had grown between his temples, and after crying, his whole body was like an old man in his dying years, he couldn't help saying: "Good, good, really good. "

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