In the Hongde Palace, several imperial doctors looked at Emperor Wanli on the hospital bed with pale faces, both afraid and a little indifferent. They knew they were powerless, and they had already hinted at the words to those who were anxiously awaiting the results.

If you look closely, there is still a hint of relaxation in the eyes of these imperial doctors, after all, at this time, you don't have to worry about being buried with you.

There is life and death, these imperial doctors are used to seeing life and death, they force their faces to grieve, but they do not have any real grief.

Under the dragon bed of the Son of Heaven, there were many people standing. The celebrant and the imperial horse eunuch were all there, and all the big guards in the inner court had come over, and the cabinet naturally had to come. However, there has only been one person on the cabinet side for many years, so it seems to be alone. Fang Congzhe, the most important auxiliary minister of the empire, stood here with his eyebrows bowed, quietly waiting for his final farewell to the king. And on the periphery of the palace, there were still a few people dressed as female officials who were secretly looking forward to it, obviously, they were waiting for the news for the concubines of the Son of Heaven.

Surrounded by these big figures in the hall, in the center of the room stood a middle-aged man who did not seem to be in good spirits and could not even stand steadily. Although the weather was not hot, his face was pale and his face was already covered with sweat, and it was obvious that his body was very weak. And beside him, followed by two eunuchs in red robes, standing beside him with respectful expressions.

Although the appearance is not very good, no one dares to despise these three people, that middle-aged man is Zhu Changluo, the prince of the Ming Dynasty today. He is about to become the son of the Great Tomorrow, and according to the gossip that circulates around, the name of the year after he takes over has almost been decided, and Taichang should be chosen, which is the handwriting of that Lord Fang.

And those two eunuchs, although they both have the names of young eunuchs and eunuchs, they have always been inconspicuous in the inner court, but after today, if there is no mistake, they will also be one of the big blocks in the inner court, there is only one reason: they are the prince's henchmen and eunuchs, of course, they will ascend to heaven with the prince's chicken dog. Although everyone's current status is much higher than that of the people around the crown prince Zhu Changluo, once the son of heaven and a courtier, in a few days, maybe the status will be reversed.

Thinking about the power that is about to go away, the eunuchs present are all sad, and in a trance, it seems that it has really become a grief for the emperor who is about to die.

It was already the last moment of his father, but Prince Chang Luo's expression was very calm, and it could even be said that he was a little indifferent. Normally, every prince has a secret sense of relief at his father's death, but this prince is even more pronounced, and it is clear that he has no sorrow for his father's imminent death.

Everyone noticed, and they all pretended not to notice. This is also normal, Emperor Wanli does not like the prince's mother Wang, because of his mother's suppression and the urging of etiquette, he gave her the title of a concubine, but he ignored it all the year round. As a result, the Wang family, as a noble concubine, lived a hard life in the palace, and finally even became blind.

Not only to his mother, Emperor Wanli, but also didn't like this eldest son, he always wanted to give the position of the crown prince to his favorite concubine Zheng Guifei's son Zhu Changxun to sit on, and as a result, there was a ridiculous thing like fighting for the country. Although under the opposition of the ministers, after decades of entanglement, the Wanli Emperor finally gave up the idea of changing the crown prince, but the years of disputes have already exhausted Wanli's good impression of the ministers, and he would rather live in seclusion in the deep palace, and the monarchs and ministers do not want to see each other; has long exhausted the son's admiration for his father, and the prince no longer has a trace of attachment and respect for his father.

A king holds the world in his hands, but no one is sad when he leaves, and even the son who accompanies him is just perfunctory, is such an emperor comfortable and happy? Inevitably, someone has a question in their minds.

Of course, it is impossible to get an answer to this question.

The only thing that relieved everyone in the palace was that although he had experienced ups and downs since he was a child, the prince Zhu Changluo was very generous, he had a good relationship with several half-brothers, and even had a good relationship with Zhu Changxun, the son of Zheng Guifei, who wanted to usurp his crown prince.

The future emperor has such a benevolent temperament, and everyone's life will be better in the future, more than one person thinks so.

If there is anything bad about this prince, it is only one point: he has put too much work on women, which is why he has made his body so weak. But this is normal, the children of the heavenly family, I don't know how many died on the belly of a woman.

Just when everyone was thinking about all kinds of thoughts, there was a "cluck" and came out of the dragon bed.

The already quiet room suddenly became even quieter, and even if a needle did fall on the ground, everyone would probably be able to hear it clearly. Everyone couldn't help but look towards the hospital bed, wanting to see if the Son of Heaven was awake again.

Judging from the diagnosis of the imperial doctors, it is unlikely that the Son of Heaven will survive tonight, but before, the Son of Heaven issued an edict when he was conscious, and then fell into a state of confusion. If I come to my senses again, I don't know if there will be any new ideas to add or subtract from the posthumous photo.

Everyone remembers very well that in addition to a lot of nonsense written in accordance with tradition, there are also several real testaments of His Majesty the Emperor written on the edict - "...... After the imperial concubine Zheng was crowned, the mining tax was boycotted and the tax supervisor ...... was recalled".

However, everyone also knows that these articles are of little practical significance, although everyone responded resignedly at the time, and everyone knows that these are not counted. As long as Emperor Wanli dies and the new emperor ascends the throne, Concubine Zheng will be nothing, and the courtiers will only scramble to refute her to show their reputation and curry favor with the new emperor by the way. As for the mining tax and tax superintendent, I will come back this time and send them out next time when I need it......

At this time, the envoy of the Tai Hospital took a look, and then shook his head at the big guys, indicating that the emperor had not woken up, and everyone was either disappointed or indifferent, and waited again.

Emperor Wanli, who was lying on the hospital bed, still had his eyes closed, and he naturally couldn't see any expression on his face that had been in a coma for two days, his face was as pale as white paper, and his originally fat body had also been eroded a lot because of serious illness.

Suddenly, the corners of the emperor's mouth inexplicably turned up slightly, as if he was laughing, and then the corners of his mouth pulled to both sides, as if he was very afraid. The imperial doctors are already surprised by this, it is normal for people to have some strange expressions after the experience, even if it is the Son of Heaven, to put it bluntly, it is a mortal body.

No one paid attention to whether the emperor was still sane at this time, and not many people even cared about what he was thinking at this time. Everyone is quietly waiting for the final moment.

And Zhu Yijun, the emperor of Wanli of the Ming Dynasty who was lying on the dragon bed, seemed to be in no hurry to leave his country at this time. Although his eyes were closed and he seemed to be asleep, he unexpectedly retained the last of his senses.

The experiences of his life flashed in front of his eyes one by one, as if vague, but extremely clear.

In a trance, he seemed to go back to his childhood. He saw his eldest companion Feng Bao, and then followed Feng Bao and listened to the class.

In front of him was Mr. Zhang, the man who influenced his life.

Mr. Zhang Juzheng's expression when he lectured was very upright, and no noise was allowed, the companion and Mr. were very strict, and they would be reprimanded for making a mistake when writing, and sometimes they would even be punished for kneeling, others said that the prince was noble, and the emperor was noble, but he never felt this kind of dignity in front of these two, and even his mother did not protect himself, but let them punish the emperor of the country.

What did you think about it at the time? The Emperor was lost in thought.

Come to think of it.

You want to make the big tomorrow better, and you want me to work hard to take care of this country, I don't care, let them toss, how toss it...... As the Son of Heaven, they won't let me do whatever I want, so what else do I care......

That was the original idea of the ten-year-old boy.

After I don't know how many years later, the former children grew up, and gradually understood why they were so strict in the first place, understood how much they expected of themselves, and understood why their mother refused to protect them...... Yet I still hate them and can't forgive them.

After leaving them, he also worked hard to prove that the empire could run well without them, but soon he got tired of this qiē, if an emperor can't even change the crown prince as he wants, what does it mean to be such an emperor?

Gradually, he no longer wanted to see those ministers, nor did he bother to read the recitals, and he didn't even bother to care about the cabinet and the six ministries when they needed to be replaced.

At the beginning, Daming seemed to rely on inertia to slowly and automatically run according to the normal track, but now it is getting more and more troublesome, and the Jurchens in Liaodong are pressing over step by step, getting closer and closer to Shanhaiguan and getting closer and closer to the capital. However, at this critical juncture, natural disasters are frequent in the Kannai, and no matter how much taxes are raised, no silver can be collected, and looking at these years, I am afraid that it will get worse and worse in the future......

I did so badly, will I be reprimanded by my husband and eldest companion, and my mother will not be satisfied...... The old man, who was dying, suddenly flashed this thought.

But my grandfather didn't live like this for decades, and I learned from my grandfather for so many decades, and if there was something wrong, it seemed that he was defending himself, and such a roar flashed in the emperor's mind.

My world is the world of the Ming Dynasty, I am gone, I don't care if he lives or dies, haha, in the future, this stall will be handed over to Chang Luo, good or bad are up to him, don't you say that he is the destined prince, then see what he can do with the country, as soon as he thinks of this, Emperor Wanli is completely relaxed.

It's the last moment.

A person appeared in the emperor's mind, the emperor's grandfather, mother Li, companion Feng Bao, Mr. Zhang Juzheng, and concubine Zheng only had a vague father's face...

The Emperor slowly opened his eyes.

I couldn't see anything clearly, and all I could see was patches of fog in front of me.

There must be a lot of people standing outside the bed, and Chang Luo must be there too, but it's no wonder they're sad...... The Emperor laughed in his heart.

The Emperor unconsciously rolled his gaze, and then he seemed to see a figure in the fog.

Mr. Zhang?

Mr. Zhang

Mr. Zhang, who had dominated the empire for ten years and was more like an emperor than the emperor, was standing in the mist, looking at himself quietly, his expression was very strict, as if he had changed back to the strict teacher he had been in the school.

Countless complicated thoughts flashed through the emperor's heart.

Just like decades ago, the first emperor felt an uncontrollable anger.

He...... He thought ...... Who is he? I am the emperor, everyone should be respectful, prostrate and kneel, no one can treat me like this

It was precisely because of this anger that when he had just died, the emperor himself was directly troubled, robbed him of the qiē he once had, beat him into a traitor, and even starved his son to death.

This kind of revenge can make the emperor calm.

As the tide of anger receded, an inexplicable apology suddenly surged through the emperor's heart.

Yes, he completely lived up to his expectations, although there were various reasons, but he really did not become a good emperor who was diligent and loved the people, and he knew that he was not loved by the subjects of the world.

Even, when he was about to die, there were not even a few people who really grieved for him.

Wrong, right?

Maybe wrong.

Do you want to admit your mistake?

No, no, how could the Son of Heaven be wrong? I am the Son of Heaven, how could I be wrong?

"I'm sorry for you, and you're sorry for me," he said, barely opening his mouth, as if to say to the gentleman standing in the thick fog, and as if to himself. This is already the limit of what he can do, both physically and emotionally.

In the eyes of the people next to him, the emperor only opened his mouth slightly, and he sighed, completely unable to hear what he was saying.

The emperor could no longer see the people around the dragon bed, his field of vision was getting smaller and smaller, and it was getting more and more blurred, and he only felt that Mr. Zhang in front of him seemed to be drifting farther and farther away...... Is he satisfied with this answer? Still not satisfied?

Emperor Wanli on the bed suddenly became short of breath, and then stopped, and several imperial doctors from the Tai Hospital hurriedly stepped forward, looked at each other, exchanged glances with each other, and nodded secretly in confirmation.

"陛xià"

"Long live the Lord"

"Father"

All kinds of true and false cries and cries burst out from the Hongde Palace, and the forty-eight years of Wanli came to an end at this moment.

Wanli died, Taichang ascended the throne, this is the most important news related to the world, once the son of heaven and a courtier, not to mention the son of Wanli who reigned for 48 years.

The rules that have lasted for decades are about to change, and now the government and power are going to change, and every qiē must be changed, the twenty-four yamen of the inner court, the six cabinets of the outer court, and the local government from the governor to the magistrate, each layer must have a big change, or face a change, in this situation, everything must be based on this, and everything else must be released.

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