Prologue I, Zhu Qizhen

An eight- or nine-year-old child, dressed in a white filial piety robe, was under the brocade quilt, and the little person looked extremely pitiful. And his face is not good, and he looks frightened. Under the eyelids, the eyeballs trembled uncontrollably. His lips trembled, like words, but as if he had no will.

The layers of curtains were lowered, and there was a copper stove outside. There is precious animal charcoal inside, which is not only resistant to burning, but can last all night in one piece, and there is no smoke and fireworks. There is also a copper incense burner in the corner, which looks a little old in color, and seems to have been baked for several years. It's just that this incense burner has a delicate shape and an excellent copper color. Standing on three legs, covered with green gemstones, wisps of fragrance emerged from the incense burner, as if it had the effect of sleeping.

There is a note under this incense burner: "Ming Xuande year." ”

"Who am I? Who is me? A sound as thin as a mosquito came from the child's mouth. At this moment, earth-shattering changes are taking place in the depths of this child's mind.

Countless intermittent fragments surfaced in his mind.

"My son, come and see my general." A middle-aged man in his thirties said. I saw that he was wearing a green shirt, but the texture of this dress was extremely high, it should be silk. The light is bright and supple, as if there is light, stepping on the silk repeatedly, looking like an ordinary reader, but all of them are exquisite.

His body was slightly fat, his face was slightly fat, his long beard was neatly combed, and he held a round porcelain in his hand, which looked like a bowl, but it was flat, and under this thing, there were two thumb-sized crickets, hissing at each other, majestic, as if two martial arts masters were facing each other. Always ready to deliver a fatal blow to the opponent.

As soon as "I" stretched out his hand, knocked the porcelain to the ground, and the two crickets jumped out of the debris without knowing why they suffered this catastrophe, and "I" stepped on it with one of my little feet, and one of the crickets was immediately trampled flat. The hissing came to an abrupt end.

Seeing this, the surrounding eunuchs were taken aback and knelt on the ground one after another.

The man's face changed drastically, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "I" stretched out his hands again to hug me.

"Okay." The man sighed and said, "My son is decisive in killing, and he is the biggest general in the world." ”

This fragment is gone. Then another clip unfolded.

In the bright classroom, a few boys were chatting, "I" leaned on the table at the back, let one leg of the chair hang in the air, squeaked and swayed, and listened to the classmates in front of me say: "Do you think that Kangxi's transfer to Yongzheng is an addition to the edict of succession?" Changed the transmission to the fourteenth elder brother to the fourth elder brother? ”

Immediately someone said, "No." It is clear that Kangxi took a fancy to Qianlong and felt that the 'good emperor's grandson' passed on the throne to Yongzheng. ”

"I" couldn't help but say: "This story has a prototype, it is the old thing that Yongle passed on to Zhu Gaochi, Yongle doesn't like Zhu Gaochi, because Zhu Gaochi is a big fat man, but Yongle likes Zhu Gaochi's son, Zhu Zhanji, so he chose Zhu Gaochi." ”

"This is the so-called good emperor grandson."

"Haha." The classmate in front laughed: "Isn't that the cricket emperor?" ”

"I" was sitting down, putting down the leg of my chair, and was about to say something, when I heard someone shout, "The teacher is here." ”

There was a sound of tables and chairs rattling. "I" immediately made a study form. I didn't dare to speak.

This fragment ends here, and another fragment flies over.

In the void, a faint will secretly said: "Is he Zhu Zhanji of Ming Xuanzong?" Can't you call your father's name indiscriminately? Why is it called Xuanzong? No, why do I call him Father? ”

"Father," "I" shouted. Then he stumbled and ran too far, but he didn't seem to be tall, his eyes were under the table, and suddenly a pair of hands caught his armpits, and "I" flew up and was held in his arms by "him".

At this time, he changed his clothes, but he was dressed in bright yellow clothes, with a dragon pattern on it, and a trace of black filament on his head was woven into a small hat, and he couldn't see any material for a while.

"Let's see, if my father draws well." He asked "me" to look over.

"I" saw that the room was full of paintings, all of which were mainly flowers and birds, most of which were in fine writing, and each one seemed to be able to jump out of the paper. "I" reached out and grabbed it, and he was also there. "I" didn't know where to grab a brush, which was already stained with ink. With a hard shake, the ink splashed everywhere.

"My paintings." He screamed miserably and asked the nurse next to him to hold "me". At a glance, several paintings have been defiled and cannot be saved. He sighed slightly, waved his hand and said, "It's like going down and burning." ”

"Yes." A few little eunuchs took down a stained painting. He suddenly said, "Wait. He saw a picture of a flower and a peony, with only one ink spot on it, and then he copied a pen by hand, opened the pen with ink, and with a few strokes on the ink dots, a flying bee appeared on the picture.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and picked up "me". said: "My son can't be like this, if you do this, your father and my paintings will be ruined by you." ”

The fragment then dissipated. Another fragment has resurfaced.

The lights were bright, but not dazzling, but drew attention to the glass booth.

A warm hand grabbed "my" hand and said: "This is the true work of Ming Xuanzong, which has always been in the United States, and it is only exhibited here today, which is rare on weekdays." You know, people think that the emperors of art are all faint monarchs, such as the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty and Huizong of the Song Dynasty, but they don't know that there is also Ming Xuanzong, and the flowers and birds of Ming Xuanzong are also a must. Ming Xuanzong has a considerable position in the history of art, for example, the Xuande furnace is from the hand of Ming Xuanzong. ”

"I" said, "This guy is very good at playing, huh?" ”

"Go." The originally gentle little hand suddenly flew above his ears and said, "I'll talk to you, can you be serious." ”

"Tap, tap." "I" whispered: "This is in the museum, don't let you see jokes, I know, you are engaged in art, I don't understand anything at all, when I see your friends, it's easy to make jokes, or, in this way, you give the key points, I recite it, I recite it, okay?" ”

"Forget it." The hand on the ear loosened and said, "We are not suitable." ”

"I" hurriedly turned around, chased after a slender woman with a slender body and said, "I was wrong, baby I was wrong." I will change, I will definitely change, I will read all the works of Ming Xuanzong tomorrow. ”

"Is this a problem with Ming Xuanzong?" The woman's voice was a little annoyed.

"No, it's my problem."

The sound grew farther and farther away, gradually returning to nothingness.

Then another image emerged.

"I" seem to have grown up a little.

He was also a little older, with a few more wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and he sat on his lap with "me" in his arms and asked, "He is the son of heaven, can he make the world peaceful?" ”

"Yes." "I" said.

"Those who have the discipline of cadring the country, dare to personally lead the six divisions to conquest?" He asked again.

"Dare." "I" said.

"Okay, my real emperor." He said happily, and then put the crown of wings on his head on "my", this hat was very large, and it was worn on "my" head, which was a little crooked. He stood up and waved his hand, and the eunuchs and palace maids around him knelt on the ground and saluted "me".

A strong emotion stirred up, the original emotionless, almost neutral will to look at everything, as if strongly attracted by something, countless thoughts surged, two different lives, as if pressing the fast-forward button, quickly flipped.

Piece by piece bite together.

Who am I? The question keeps tumbling, and the answer seems to be able to blurt out, but it is separated by a membrane, and it cannot be said in any way.

The little child lying on the bed was sweating profusely for a while, and seemed to be extremely irritable, turned over vigorously, opened his eyes suddenly, and said, "I, Zhu Qizhen." I'm Zhu Qizhen. ”

He gasped, and the only sound of his breath was left in the quiet room. This familiar and unfamiliar scene made me not know how to face it for a while.