Saving the Ming Dynasty: I can exchange bodies with Chongzhen

Chapter 47 How to be calm?

Chongzhen had no choice but to eat some before sending Prince Xiang Zhu Yiming away and continuing to listen to Mr. Dugu's talk.

Mr. Dugu looked at him and sighed, "Heavy is the root of lightness, and calmness is the king of restlessness. That is why the sage travels all day long without leaving his baggage. Although he has a glorious view and is detached in his leisure time, how can a lord of ten thousand chariots treat the world lightly? Lightness will lose the root, and restlessness will lose the king."

"Do you know what it means?"

Chongzhen straightened up and said, "This article comes from the Tao Te Ching, which says that heaviness is the root of frivolity, and gentleness is the master of restlessness."

“Therefore, the saint travels far and wide all day long without abandoning his responsibilities. Although he has a luxurious life, a distinguished position and power, he can remain calm and aloof.”

"As a monarch of a great country, you cannot rule the world with rash and impetuous behavior. If you are rash, you will lose the foundation of your life, and if you are impetuous, you will lose your position as the ruler."

Mr. Dugu nodded, "I'm not scolding you for skipping classes just to eat. I'm angry that you should be more open about it."

"Your Highness has a fortune at home, so you should be open and calm. If you are hungry, go and eat. Sir, can I stop you?"

"..." Chongzhen's eyes flickered, "Thank you for your teachings, Mr.

Yes, the sage discussed the way to cultivate oneself and improve one's character, focusing on the fundamentals of how one conducts oneself and conduct oneself, which lies in being serious and quiet, because he is the emperor!

Even though he is in Prince Xiang's Mansion, he is still the Crown Prince. Why is he so impatient and not more serious?

Before, Zhu Changgan pointed out that he had character flaws, but Chongzhen didn't take it seriously.

But Mr. Today's words made him fall into deep thought. He began to think about what he had done before and the environment he had lived in since childhood.

From his biological mother Liu who was framed and killed in the harem's struggle for favor, to his adoptive mother Concubine Kang's cruelty and Concubine Zhuang's kindness and benevolence, he experienced the warmth and coldness of life... Guangzong, who had only been on the throne for a month, passed away, and there were many different opinions about the cause of his father's death.

These cast a thick shadow on my childhood self.

Was it from that time that I began to become less open and calm?
"Prince? Prince?" Seeing that Chongzhen was distracted, Mr. Dugu couldn't help but shout twice to bring his attention back.

"Sir, what will happen if a person lives in a dangerous and special environment? Can he still be calm?" Chongzhen suddenly asked.

Mr. Dugu was stunned by his question. "People who live in a dangerous and special environment will gradually become suspicious of the people and things around them. How can they be calm?"

"..." Chongzhen's face suddenly turned ugly, "Sir, I feel a little stuffy in my chest, I want to go out for a walk."

"Please, my lord. Come back in one stick of incense."

Chongzhen walked out of the study quickly and ran to the garden of Prince Xiang's mansion. He suddenly fell on a small tree, gasping for breath.

Roaring: "Ah~"

Those words just now were like a knife, stabbing into his heart, causing him to feel so painful that he couldn't breathe. "My character is flawed? How could that be?"

……

in the afternoon,

The wailing outside the palace was deafening. Zhu Changgan ordered Wang Chengen to block the palace gate directly, while he went outside the palace with the Queen and Queen Yi'an to comfort the people.

He was thinking, since the country's fortune would improve if the queen and the prince went to comfort the people, what about the emperor going there himself?

The emperor and Empress Zhou were sitting in the same carriage, while Empress Yi'an and Concubine Tian and Concubine Yuan were sitting in a carriage at the back.

The atmosphere was a little awkward, so Zhu Changgan found a topic and asked, "What's the status of the talent show?"

Queen Zhou stared at him with a strange look in her big eyes. "Your Majesty, is it that our servants are not serving you well enough?"

"no?"

"Why is that? Am I not gentle enough?" She moved closer to the emperor, and a sudden warmth and tenderness made Zhu Changgan's body suddenly pause.

Queen Zhou reached out to untie the emperor's belt.

The eunuchs and palace maids outside the vehicle seemed to realize something and stood a little further away.

"..." Zhu Changgan sensed her sorrow and request, and did not give her a chance, moving to the side. His body was almost not touching her, and his posture was a little unnatural as he said, "Is Concubine Tian sitting in the back? If you are bored, let her play a song for me."

He glanced at the carriage behind him, from which clear laughter could be heard from time to time.

Queen Zhou rolled her eyes at her, and her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment, with her ears and neck as bright as blood.

When Wang Chengen heard the emperor's order, he trotted to the carriage behind and invited Concubine Tian over.

Concubine Tian had a slender figure, but she was not the type who had no flesh on her body. Instead, her flesh was plump and well-proportioned.

Clear and bright pupils, curved eyebrows, slightly trembling long eyelashes, fair and flawless skin with a faint blush, and thin lips as tender as rose petals.

Her white hands were as white as jade, and when they were placed on the zither, the sound of the zither suddenly arose.

At first, it is melodious and clear, like a spring playing among the green mountains. Then it becomes free and unrestrained, like the breeze on the branches of willow trees. Sometimes it is gentle and beautiful, like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers. In an instant, it becomes cold and noble, like a red plum blossom amidst the dancing snow.

"Good!" Zhu Changgan couldn't help but applaud, "The imperial concubine's piano skills are getting more and more exquisite."

"Your Majesty, you are too kind!" Concubine Tian's eyes sparkled. She gently put down the zither and bowed.

Zhu Changgan stared at her charming face and straight nose, and for a moment he couldn't help but be a little absent-minded. She was really pretty, but it was a pity...

The twenty-mile journey took nearly an hour.

From a distance, you can see skinny people holding broken bowls and queuing up waiting for porridge.

"Your Majesty, welcome!!"

"Your Majesty has come in person to comfort the people!"

Following the eunuch's shout, everyone knelt down, lowered their heads and dared not look up.

Zhu Changgan looked at the huge black mass from a distance and could not see the end of it at all. None of these refugees looked at the emperor, but all of them stared in the direction of the soup kitchen.

"Today, each person will have an extra steamed bun." The people in the porridge shed shouted.

"There's some dry food!"

"It's good to have dry food!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Long live!"

"Long live!"

The victims knelt on the ground, crying loudly.

Those who fled here from Shaanxi and Henan had to eat straw and tree bark along the way. Now they not only have porridge to drink, but also dry food.

Not to mention the years of famine, even in normal years with a better harvest, they were lucky enough to be able to eat bran steamed buns.

They don't care whose kindness it is, no matter who is there to comfort the people, as long as they can get something to eat, it is a good kindness.

Zhu Changgan stared blankly at these refugees. Each of them looked unrecognizable. Even the children had wrinkles on their faces and gray eyes due to hunger.

Can't believe this is the human world?

Thinking about the next few years, the disaster of the Little Ice Age will be even worse, and the drought and locust plague will continue to expand. Suddenly, I feel a little overwhelmed.

History records only a few sentences: "Since the reign of Chongzhen, Shaanxi and Henan have suffered severe drought every year. In the ninth year, there were drought locusts. In the tenth year, all autumn crops were destroyed. In the eleventh year, the sky was covered with summer locusts... In the thirteenth year, there was severe drought... In the fourteenth year, there was drought, and many people were displaced."

Just a few words carry the bones of millions of people!
Zhu Changgan said to Wang Chengen with red eyes: "Send the Jinyiwei and the Dongchang to Fujian to find a scholar named Chen Zhenlong. I will confer him the hereditary title of Qian Hu and let him bring a kind of food called "sweet potato" to Beijing."

(End of this chapter)