I hate him

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

I hate him

When he said these words, Zhu Houzhao's face was very cold and serious. He was about to lose his loved one. The feeling of losing his father was painful, but for him, it broke something in his heart. He said this,

I think so and will continue to practice it.

Live for yourself and feel comfortable.

Xia Yuan looked at him. Whether it was history or reality, Emperor Hongzhi and Zhu Houzhao were not like father and son. One was steady and the other was bold. When it came to temperament, they were completely different.

He once thought it was due to the environment in which he grew up, but now it seems that this is only part of it, and the other part may have something to do with the death of Emperor Hongzhi.

Watching his father work day and night, watching his father busy all night, watching him become sick from overwork, and now, watching him die young, watching helplessly

He fell into this situation.

All this was seen by Zhu Houzhao, leaving him with a spiritual haze that lingered.

In the future, when Emperor Hongzhi is seriously ill and dies, the ministers will burst into tears and mourn with grief. Then they will turn around and welcome the new emperor to the throne.

What next?

Then, the grief was completely put aside, and the late emperor was completely forgotten.

But there are only a few people who will truly miss and remember this emperor.

Zhu Houzhao is one of them. He will bury all the scenes he sees in his heart and keep them in his mind forever. Whenever he thinks about it, he will remind himself not to be like his father, but to think more about himself.

Think, otherwise, it’s not worth it.

Zhu Houzhao looked at Xia Yuan with red eyes, with a serious expression, "I know what the master is thinking. You want to persuade me, you want to persuade me to give up this idea, and be like my father. So-called

Good emperor."

When he mentioned the words "good emperor", he spoke a little harder, "I know you are doing this for my own good, but I don't want to. I hate the words "good emperor", and I also hate my father.

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I hate why he wants to be a good emperor, why he doesn't think about himself, why he only thinks about the poor people and the country and the country all day long. If he had thought about himself, he wouldn't be like this.

, offended the Queen Mother and me, and "

At this point, Zhu Houzhao's eyes filled with tears again, and he was choked with sobs and couldn't speak any more, but he still gritted his teeth and said forcefully: "I hate him, and I don't want to be a good emperor. Don't try to persuade me, I don't want to

I don’t want to hear it.”

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Xia Yuan was silent for a while and turned his head back, "You have your own head. No one can control what you think and do. It's up to you whether you want to be a good emperor or not. I can't control it, and I can't.

Want to take care of it.

I don’t even want to advise you to be an emperor like His Majesty. People in the world are different, and so are emperors. Since the Qin Dynasty, has any emperor been the same?

There is only one Majesty and one Highness in the world. Everyone is unique. There is no one who wants to do whom, or who has to learn from whom.

What's more, for an emperor like His Majesty, with His Highness's temper, His Highness cannot learn from it, let alone do it."

Xia Yuan turned around and looked at Zhu Houzhao: "I don't mean to look down on His Highness, I just want to say that there are not many emperors in the past who are as diligent as His Majesty, and there are also not many emperors who are as tempered as His Highness in the past. So, Your Highness just needs to be yourself."

"However, I have one thing to say: Your Highness's idea is wrong, very wrong.

Your Majesty, he is so diligent and hardworking, not for the people, not for the country, or for others, but for His Highness."

"The more diligent your Majesty is, the more relaxed your Majesty will be when he ascends the throne in the future; the more money your Majesty adds to the national treasury, the more burden your Majesty will have when he ascends the throne in the future; the more stable your majesty will be when he ascends the throne, the less pressure your majesty will have on ascending the throne in the future. , everything your Majesty has done is for His Highness and for your son."

Xia Yuan stared at the south, looking across the Qianqing Gate at the Wufeng Tower in the distance, "Your Majesty has been working hard all day long. I just hope that Your Highness will not have to work as hard as him in the future. Your Majesty wants to eat as much hardship as possible so that His Highness will be better in the future." You don’t have to endure hardships, you don’t have to worry about state affairs, you don’t have to stay up all night because of local rebellions, and you don’t have to feel overwhelmed by the empty treasury.”

Having said this, Xia Yuan turned his eyes back with a smile on his face, "Look, everything your Majesty has done is to make your Majesty a carefree and relaxed emperor in the future. Your Majesty didn't want you to learn from it." There is no need for His Highness to imitate him. What His Majesty wants is for you to be an emperor who feels comfortable."

Some things have nothing to do with intelligence, but only with age and experience, and these things are just not something that people of Zhu Houzhao's age can understand. He has no children, and he has no feelings of being a father. He is just a young man, and he cannot stand on his own. Think about the problem from a father's perspective.

He used to love and fear his father. He loved his father's love for him and was afraid of his father's severe beatings. After seeing that his father was seriously ill, that fear turned into hatred.

He hated his father for why he only cared about state affairs and neglected himself, why he neglected his own body to work for the people of the world, to govern the world, and to think about others.

But now after hearing Xia Yuan's words, Zhu Houzhao was stunned. The tears that he had been holding back could no longer control the surge, leaving traces of tears on his face.

Zhu Houzhao regarded himself as a man of martial arts and a man of martial arts. In his outlook on life, a man could never look at others with tears in his eyes, and he could never act like a daughter by crying.

Except for crying once when I first returned to Beijing to see my father, I had to hold it back for the rest of the days. But this time, I couldn't help it no matter what. I blamed myself, felt uncomfortable, felt sad, and felt wronged...all the emotions were gone. Let it out in the form of tears.

Xia Yuan stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, "It doesn't matter what kind of emperor you are. Your Majesty's expectation for you is to be a conservative king who can protect the country. This is enough. I hope that your highness will not only be an emperor who pursues comfort, but also , don’t live up to His Majesty’s expectations.”

Zhu Houzhao burst into tears and said intermittently: "I, I, I want to be a prince for the rest of my life. I don't want to be an emperor. Even if I am scolded and disciplined by my father all day long, I, I don't want my father to die."

"I don't want to, but no one in this world can escape birth, old age, illness, and death. Your Majesty can't hide, your Highness can't hide, and I can't hide. Your Majesty is like this. Your Highness is suffering from grief, and I am also suffering from grief. I. "

The more Xia Yuan spoke, the more uncomfortable he felt in his heart, as if his eyes were blinded by something, and his eyes were in a trance, so he simply kept silent and stared blankly at the monks and Taoist priests.

Zhu Houzhao cried and finally stopped crying. His shoulders twitched and he looked at the monks and Taoists with his red eyes.

The two of them sat motionless on the imperial steps, letting the breeze blow.

It was quiet all around, and the sound of monks and Taoist priests chanting sutras reached my ears, but it fell silent again and nothing could be heard.

I don't know how much time passed, but Xia Yuan gradually felt the coldness on his exposed neck. He looked up and saw that it was raining.

The rain fell bit by bit, and the rain seemed to herald something. A young eunuch hurriedly came out of the palace, "The emperor has a decree to summon the ministers and nobles to the palace!"
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