His name was Zhang Xiaomang, and he was the most popular actor in Great Zhou in recent years. His nickname was Brother Cheng.
He had come to Kaifeng for a tour, and the place that belonged to him was in Yanjing, the capital of the Northern Dynasty.
At that time, he had just gained some fame. It was his first time participating in the Blessed Hall's tour in the Northern Dynasty's sphere of influence. It was said that Feng Yin had cried when she heard him sing, and that was how his reputation spread.
"At that time, I didn't have much thoughts about him. However, as time passed, his fame in the Great Zhou became greater and greater. It even set off a craze for him to listen to plays, bringing a lot of income to the Blessed Hall. He also had his own exclusive performances.
When Feng Yin personally invested in Blessed Hall, the hall master took advantage of the heat to open many branches. Only then did his reputation truly reach its peak. He could be said to be the national idol. If you casually asked a citizen of the Great Zhou who would pay attention to entertainment when they were free, no one would not know him.
He liked to compose his own works very much. Not only did he write plays, but he also wrote dance music. The entire Great Zhou music industry thought very highly of him. Countless people wanted to write lyrics and songs for him and give them to him to sing. If he could really succeed, he would be basking in glory.
Can you believe it? Even if the war made people sad and absent-minded, his matches were all filled. There was basically no one in the entire Great Zhou who did not like him. His fans were everywhere. Sometimes I really envy him.
As a veteran fan of the entertainment industry, of course I wouldn't let go of this opportunity.
The opportunity I was talking about was to see his beautiful face. This had to start after I left Jinling.
After the late Emperor passed away, the Southern Dynasty was forced to retreat. They lost several major battles, and their soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The Ministry of War could only try their best to maintain a stalemate, and the candidate for the emperor had never been decided. My only branch began to receive the attention of the people in the south. It could be said that I was the only one in the entire Great Zhou who could still be related to the Ji surname.
After all, my surname is Ji.
My mother was too sad after my father died. She didn't know how to run a hotel business and couldn't support a huge family business. The pressure of life was too great and she quickly hanged herself. For the first half of the year, I was practically supported by a few servants under my aunt.
A few months later, when Old Lady Zheng came, I found out that my mother had taken money from the north and deliberately took me to Kaifeng. The killer was lying in ambush in the market, waiting for me. I ran to the theater and escaped. Later on, my servants found out that I was missing and found me.
At that time, Old Lady Zheng had just lost the news that she was looking for the lost branch of the Ji family in the Southern Dynasty. Bei Feng sent someone to find me. Now that I think about it, this efficiency was also very high.
In other words, if I hadn't been attracted by his voice at that time and ran away to another place, I might have lost my life.
Then, no one knows what I will become, what the Great Zhou will become, or whether it will be like this.
After that, my mother was executed, and the servant who protected me received a generous reward from Old Lady Zheng. That was the first time I felt so important.
Old Lady Zheng brought me back from Jinling to Da Yuan City. It was my first time entering the capital. Even if it was the new capital, the level of prosperity was incomparable to other cities, states, and prefectures.
The imperial capital was huge, as big as several hundred Jin Ling. There were two palaces. One was in Bei Gong City, occupied by someone surnamed Feng. It belonged to the Northern Dynasty and was commonly known as the Northern Palace. It was also the palace where the Northern Dynasty's Empress Feng Tianjiao had been living for the past few years.
From the grandeur of the main palace gate, it could be seen that the amount of money that Bei Feng had spent in the past ten years was not small. Eight large rivers were dug out in the palace city, and the water gathered from the entire Great Zhou Dynasty and gathered around the underground palace under the main hall to protect the ashes and treasures of the heroes of the Northern Dynasty. This project had been reported in detail by the Ghost Realm at that time. The people of Great Zhou thought that the Ghost King wanted to secretly learn it, but he did not.
In front of the main hall was a suspension bridge with gilded chains that could only be lowered when someone came. Old Lady Zheng said that Feng Tianjiao had a perverted complex when he played with the model of Pang Shan, an ancient technician of the previous dynasty, when he was young.
In order to worship Buddha, Feng Tianjiao had also adopted the advice of the ministers of the Northern Dynasty and built a Mingxiu Temple not far from the Imperial Palace in the Northern City for worship. She even pretended to be magnanimous and said that after the temple was completed, all the people of Dayuan could worship, including the people of the Southern Dynasty.
What she meant was that the Southern Dynasty was also considered a citizen of the Northern Dynasty, so we had to listen to her. Mingxiu Temple is most famous for its three bronze bells, which bring out the ritual feeling of the morning bell and evening drum to the extreme. Old Lady Zheng told me that all traitors like to live like this to flaunt how pure their lifeblood is. At this moment, the three bells in the temple rang together, marking the arrival of the evening sun. When I listened to it when I was young, it was indeed magnificent and fascinating.
I was held by Niangu, who was still the chief hatchet woman of Old Lady Zheng at that time. I turned around to look at the beautiful Northern City Imperial Palace and reluctantly accepted the fact that I was the current Emperor of the Southern Dynasty and that the people, things, and things of the Northern Dynasty were our enemies.
The other imperial palace is in the south of Dayuan. I followed Niangu on horseback and crossed a bridge called Manlu Bridge, a place called Zhongzhi Sand, and a big river called Qiu Haigou. After about 80 kilometers, the group of people rode from morning to afternoon and arrived at South City.
Compared to the luxurious spring scenery of the imperial palace in the north city, the imperial palace in the south city seemed to be completely weaker. It could be said that the word "poor" was vividly interpreted. Most of the people in the south city were immigrants from the old imperial capital. At that time, the royal funeral had just been held not long ago. The entire south city was filled with a sense of depression and sadness.
I followed the convoy into the palace gates. There were a total of seven palaces, all of which were completed a year ago. The Changle Palace that I lived in was at the end of the palace complex and was protected by layers of protection. Moreover, it was basically very close to each palace. This was probably the greatest respect that the ministers still had for the Emperor surnamed Ji.
I don't need to attend the court because there aren't many people attending the court. The generals have basically all died in battle in the yellow sand. The civil generals who should surrender surrender, those who should jump into the river. There are only a few women in the Southern Dynasty courtiers now, and most of them are Old Lady Zheng's people.
So I was arranged to stay in the rear hall, not far from the rear palace. The major affairs of the court are usually settled in the main hall of Changle Palace, where I often play with mud. Thinking about it, it made sense. Who would talk to a little kid who was not even ten years old about the livelihood of the people every day?
My Mr. Fu has the time because that's what he does. Old Lady Zheng invited the most famous Confucian scholar in the south to teach me the ways of sages. "Don't look at our Great Zhou as a feudal dynasty. Our folk customs are open and our thoughts are trendy. Even if the Grand Tutor talks about the path of sages, he will talk about it in a very vivid way.
The following is an example of a conversation I had with him before I was ten years old:
"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of Mencius's saying that the people are more important than the monarch?”
I held my chin and thought for a moment." Ah, he probably wants us to put a clear price tag on the people. We'll sell the expensive ones first and then lose weight ourselves. This way, the national treasury will be heavier and the weight will be lighter.”
"Do you know that this is human trafficking?”
"What is human trafficking?"
"Well, it means to put a price on people to buy and sell them. They don't treat people as people, but as objects.”
"That's not good."
"Then what do you think we should do?"
I read the book and read out the following sentence." The former king of the Fa Dynasty, he ruled with benevolence.”
"Do you have any understanding of this sentence?”
"Yeah, I probably hung up the former emperor's memorial tablet and whipped it. That way, the human traffickers would not dare to buy and sell people. After all, I even dared to beat up the former emperor. That guy called 'Benevolence' naturally had to say 'okay, okay, okay' all the time!”
Grand Tutor almost fell to the ground when he heard me. I quickly helped him up. He stroked his beard and stroked my head.
"Your Majesty is kind, but you haven't learned classical Chinese well.‘The word 'law' meant to imitate, not to whip.”
I nodded my head in understanding, and Mr. Taifu looked at me and sighed.
Back when I was first brought into the palace in the southern part of the city, Nian Gu held my hand and we followed Old Lady Zheng into the main hall of Changle Palace. On the steps of the main hall, there was a dragon throne that was dark in color, but after wiping it, one could see that it was golden. But it was just a strange, cold chair to me then.
Old Lady Zheng dismissed the soldiers who escorted us here, and the female ministers, ministers, and other female officials hurriedly came to see us. At that time, I didn't know them. Seeing so many people, I couldn't help but feel a little shy. I broke away from Niangu's hand and moved to the area beside Old Lady Zheng. I fiddled with things, especially the two big feather fans at the back, because it was the first time I saw them.
"What about the rest of my family?”I frowned as I climbed onto the strange-shaped chair and hammered it with my hand.
"All of them will be buried together." Old Lady Zheng's eyes were sharp, and her words were cold and merciless.
"What? Do I want it too?" At that time, I didn't know what it meant to be buried with the dead.
"You don't have to. You stay. There are still many things waiting for you to do in the future.”She stood up with the help of her walking stick and walked to me. She squatted down and looked at me with her eyes at the same level as she spoke to me.
"But my aunts are all very good."
"Right now, we have to correct your family name, and their surname is not Ji. In order to prevent people from gossiping in the future, it is better to execute them as soon as possible.”
"Then what else can I do for them?”
" Good child." She patted my head." You can grow up well and avenge them, your parents, and the Great Zhou."”
I couldn't understand most of what she said. I felt that I was tired of talking to her, so I climbed up and played on the dragon chair. Aunt Nian helped Old Lady Zheng away. Old Lady Zheng talked to her, the Prime Minister, and the other female officials in His Highness. It was about what I should do next.
According to Old Lady Zheng, he should ascend the throne immediately.
Then, I became the emperor of the most chaotic era in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty. My year name was Yuan Yan. I was less than five years old when I gave the grand ceremony.
In fact, ever since the concubines cried and begged me for mercy in front of me but were pulled away, I gradually felt that I was really very tired of being the emperor.
The classes were full every day, and after they were finished, there were wave after wave. When he grew up, there were fewer classes, but he still had to go to the front hall to listen to the officials discuss politics. Other than the festive celebrations, the palace was livelier. The rest of the day was basically the same. Sometimes, he really felt tired of living.
Yes, I'll get tired of it. I still prefer to be Ji Shenyang.
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