!--The chapter begins-- No emperor can accept the reality in front of him. Will his uncle betray the country? And one sale is worth millions of square kilometers? Please, if you want to make a joke, you have to make a draft, okay?
Zai Chun stubbornly shook his head and refused to admit the authenticity of this information. He just said that you were wrong, but his pale face and trembling lips betrayed him.
Sakamoto Ryoma looked at Emperor Tongzhi pitifully. He suddenly felt that it was very irresponsible to let such a young child bear such a big responsibility. However, there was no way that the Central Plains Dynasty had to ensure the bloodline in order to maintain the legitimacy of the throne. The purity of it, as to whether it is humane to children is not what they consider.
Even in the minds of many people, since you are the True Dragon Emperor, you are not worthy of having the joys and sorrows of mortals. Even if you are only six years old, you must strictly demand yourself according to the standards of a saint.
As for whether it destroys the nature of children? Haha, you are so funny. Does a person worthy of being an emperor have a childhood?
Zai Chun grew up in an education system that was so strict that it was almost abnormal. He had no friends since he was very young, no games, only uninterrupted rules and long hours of study.
He has no right to act coquettishly, let alone cry. No one will listen to his inner voice. Even the people serving him are perverted hermaphrodites who are neither male nor female.
Sakamoto Ryoma sighed and felt extremely regretful. Does a thirteen-year-old child have to bear all this? Faced with so much evil in human nature at such a young age, and the dark court breaking the bottom line again and again, how could Zai Chun bear this!
"Your Majesty..." Sakamoto Ryoma reached out and patted his shoulder. "If you didn't like some things, they wouldn't exist! Since you were born into an imperial family, you no longer have the right to enjoy fairy tales. You have to accept your fate! "
Zai Chun couldn't control it anymore. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Did I do something wrong? Am I not worthy of being an emperor at all? Why did they betray me!"
"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I just want to be a good emperor and revitalize a country and a nation like my master. Why is it so difficult?"
The suppressed emotions suddenly poured out. All the strength of the middle school boy was actually just a disguise. It was a period that humans must go through from adolescence to youth.
Their confident and arrogant expressions cannot hide their fear of the real society. The adult world is full of cruelty. The middle school teenagers always want to train themselves into sharp-tongued wolves, but many times in the face of life, They are nothing more than pitiful puppies with bared teeth.
Ryoma Sakamoto did not persuade him. The spirit of Bushido will not teach people to be weak. He just held Zai Chun's hand tightly with both hands and encouraged him with the warmth of his palms.
This pain was so heartbreaking that it made everyone cry. Zai Chun poured out almost all the grievances he had suffered since childhood, and his eyes were as swollen as peaches.
"... Do you know? I loved eating noodles when I was a kid... Wuwuwu... It's the plain noodles made by an imperial chef. I love it the most... But it doesn't work, they won't let me eat it..."
"...Eniang said that the emperor cannot have personal likes and dislikes. He can only eat one bite of any dish he likes... They finally kicked the imperial chef out of the Forbidden City..."
"... When I was a kid, I raised a myna. Do you know how much it could talk? But the master said that only Eight Banner dudes like to play with birds, and actually let the eunuch throw it away..."
"...Rules! There are rules from the moment you open your eyes. There are rules for eating and dressing. Even when you are listening to a play, you can laugh in that part and you can't talk in that part. There are rules..."
"...I want to play too! I also want to know what it is like outside the palace wall! But I can't get out, I can't get out..."
Maybe many people have had this experience. When you cry from the bottom of your heart, you are sobbing with your abdomen, and your whole internal organs are clutching and hurting. Today, Zaichun was crying so miserably.
"...I really did what they told me. I did whatever they asked me to do. I naively thought that I could be a good emperor after doing all these things... Wuwuwu... But I was wrong. …”
"...Why do these damned people do this? Why do they want to betray the country! I have already done this, wuwuwu..."
In the end, even Sakamoto Ryoma couldn't bear it anymore. He secretly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He truly realized how hard it was to be an emperor.
After venting for more than an hour, Zai Chun finally calmed down a little. He leaned against the wall with extremely dark and empty eyes.
This was the best opportunity to talk. Ryoma Sakamoto said in a low voice, "Actually, this situation does not only trouble His Majesty. Since ancient times, monarchs from various countries in the East and West have encountered this problem to a greater or lesser extent... "
"Take Japan as an example. Of course the emperor is supreme, but in many periods in history it was even difficult for the imperial family to eat. The emperor actually asked his ministers to secretly sell letters for money. Do you think they were aggrieved? "
"The Prime Minister should have told His Majesty that even England, the world's most powerful country, and France, the country with the strongest army, had their emperors beheaded in history... and their imperial power is still limited!"
"Compared with them, His Majesty's sufferings are nothing..."
Zai Chun suddenly said, "But this is the Longxing land of our Qing Dynasty, and it covered more than one million square kilometers of land at that time! How can we sell it, shameless!"
"What else can they do? Because they think all this is not theirs, don't you feel sorry for me!"
Sakamoto Ryoma poured a glass of hot milk for Zai Chun and handed it over, "I had a chat with the Kirigakure kid before. She said that when he was working as a craftsman in the Forbidden City, he once had a snitch who pretended to be a drummer who collected used goods. !”
"Your Majesty, do you know what playing the snare drum is? Haha...it's actually a collection of rags, but the ones collected are all antiques and rags from the courtyard of the deep house!"
"These people have a fixed route to call the streets. They are usually in the wealthy areas of the capital and areas where officials and officials are concentrated, and most of the transactions are done at the back door..."
"Those concubines in the deep mansions and courtyards not only compete for favor, but they also steal money from the big family. Just like the houses in each house in Dream of Red Mansions, they only harm the public and enrich themselves!"
"Because those concubines know that they will never achieve enlightenment in their lifetime, so they will exchange some of the small furnishings in the palace and the uncommon toys, calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse into money, and keep them for themselves or support their parents' families!"
"Haha... as soon as they hear that someone playing the snare drum is coming, they will ask their personal maid or old woman to open the back door and bring him in. Sometimes they steal Xuande stoves, Tang Yin calligraphy and paintings, and sell three melons and two dates. Got it!"
After all, Zai Chun is a child, and children like to listen to stories rather than truth. Sakamoto Ryoma is undoubtedly very clever in using storytelling to instill truth.
