Starting from the other world, I joined the chat group at the same time

Xia Lang looked at the small boat in the center of the lake in the distance, and jumped back onto the boat with an indelible smile on his face.

"Did Brother Xianren encounter any good things?"

Qu Feiyan poked her head out of the cabin and asked curiously, while Xia Lang touched the soft little head and smiled.

"Nothing, I just made sure I don't have to be afraid of being alone anymore."

Traveling through a foreign country, existing alone in another world. Even if you have the power to not fear anything, the feeling of alienation is still indescribable to outsiders.

Being a stranger in a strange land...

And now, with this 'chat group', at least Xia Lang no longer feels so lonely. At least he can feel that even in a different world, there are traces of his past existence.

Even if that is another self in a parallel world.

"Okay, let's speed up and go directly to the Forbidden City!!!"

Feeling happy and laughing, Xia Lang urged his inner strength towards the stern of the boat, and soon the small boat on the river rushed forward at the speed of a speedboat!

Wanli, here I come!!!

......

Shuntian Prefecture is a prosperous city. As the center of a country, its wealth, brilliance and culture seem to give people a sense of the elegance and beauty of an ancient dynasty.

But when you get closer, you will find that it all is false and ridiculous.

The common people living around Shuntian Prefecture did not feel happy. Even within 300 miles of this capital, people could be seen starving to death.

When you walk into those fields, you will see farmers tilling the fields, but these people working hard in the fields are not tilling the fields for themselves.

They were slaves living in this feudal era, and they sold everything they had to the nobles. And the funny thing is, this was indeed the best way for them to survive.

Because if the land was not handed over to those noble lords, the heavy taxes from the court and officials at all levels would crush them alive like mountains.

This situation is no different in other places.

The best way for ordinary people to survive is to turn themselves into slaves, but throughout the dynasties, only by becoming slaves can one live a better life.

Therefore, any so-called "golden age" in ancient times is not worthy of any yearning from modern people.

Xia Lang didn't like the Ming Dynasty, not at all.

Even though he still slightly disliked it before, what he saw and heard after his "field research" along the way, combined with the content that was openly praised by all parties in his previous life, made him even more disgusted with everything in this era.

He still remembered the various 'advantages' of the so-called 'iron-boned' Ming Dynasty that those Ming boasters liked to talk about.

But what he saw now was nothing like what those people boasted about. He had seen a lot of misery inside, but as for the outside world...

He was too lazy to look at it, anyway history had already given the best answer.

This doesn't mean that the Ming Dynasty was the worst dynasty. There were always countless problems in every dynasty. Xia Lang just hated all of them equally.

People shouldn't live like this. It's not that this land can't support so many people, but the wealth and food will always flow to those who don't lack these things.

The way of man is to make more than enough losses but more than enough sacrifices.

He stepped on the land of the capital and walked through the land that was occupied by the nobles and aristocrats.

He saw the people who sold their children and lived in numbness. But for them, what was the meaning of changing dynasties?

It doesn’t matter who rules them; all they want is food and clothing.

Standing on the ridge of the field, Xia Lang stopped for a long time, staring at an old man with his upper body naked, swinging a hoe again and again, sweating profusely, trembling all over, and finally falling in the field.

He closed his eyes, and a smile finally appeared on his numb expression - he was liberated and left this miserable world.

He may have never had a full meal in his life. From the time he was born to the time he grew up, he had been working for his "master".

They wandered around the fields, worked, lived in hardship and struggled to survive. Getting married and having children was perhaps just a biological instinct.

Continuing the family line, bound by the old ideas, was also done for the sake of giving birth to the next generation of slaves. The physiological cycle, the birth of offspring was nothing more than becoming the new slaves of those nobles.

Oh, maybe it's even worse, maybe the child died soon after birth. Or maybe he was raised with great effort, but was captured by those nobles and gentry for their "little willfulness" and forced to serve as a soldier, and died an untimely death.

Many people use people like Xiangzi to represent suffering, but compared with the millions of ordinary people living in this ancient era, Camel Xiangzi's life was like living in heaven.

Xia Lang wanted to save him, but this smile stopped him. Finally, he sighed and turned away.

"Brother Immortal, are you upset?"

Qu Feiyan looked at Xia Lang's worried expression and tilted her head curiously.

Could it be that an 'immortal' who stirred up chaos in the entire martial arts world without hesitation would feel sad over such a scene?

"Little ghost, do you think all this is normal?"

Xia Lang looked at the skinny old man lying dead in the field and asked quietly:

"Do you think that the so-called emperor in the court is more noble than this old man who died in the fields?"

"...I don't quite understand what you're saying." Qu Feiyan scratched his face, was silent for a moment, and shrugged.

"But I know that the Zhu emperor on the throne is not a good person!"

"Ha, that's right, you are from the Sun and Moon Sect, of course you hate the Zhu family!" Xia Lang smiled

After all, the Sun Moon Sect was originally formed by the remnants of the Ming Cult. And didn't Zhu Yuanzhang in this world come from the Ming Cult's Five Elements?

Although it was also because Zhang Wuji himself was unwilling to take responsibility, there was no doubt that in the eyes of the vast majority of the Ming Cult members, Zhu Yuanzhang was a despicable villain who betrayed his leader and stabbed his companions in the back.

Even in real history, Zhu Yuanzhang was still a mean and ungrateful guy. Not to mention his "reward" to his old brother, as for his treatment of the people? Forget it, he didn't want to comment.

"My view on most martial artists is that they should die a good death." Xia Lang looked at the people gathered around the old farmer and said quietly.

"But they are far from the people I hate the most. What I hate the most is the officials, the gentry, the nobles, the emperor, and the so-called meat-eaters."

"I come from a far more enlightened and happier time than here, but even so, the resources of that world always flow to those who have no shortage of them."

Xia Lang paused, looked at his crystal clear fingers, and suddenly laughed

"Hey, I feel unhappy, but I don't know how to help them. Maybe... the only thing I can do is to give them a warning."

"It has always been like this throughout the dynasties. Those who think they are high above and will rule the people forever act recklessly. When they do not consider themselves as part of the people and continue to oppress the people, there will always be a day when the group that cannot stand it will overthrow and massacre all these people."

"The cyclical law of history is like this. Human history is nothing but a spiral of rise and fall. I can't give an answer, but I can let the masters in the Forbidden City taste the pain a few decades in advance."

Having said this, Xia Lang's smile became even wider, as if he was using the Sword Manual of Exorcism to plot against and play a prank on those martial artists!

Ha! Why should I think so much? Am I, Xia Lang, such a great and righteous person?

I'm not an unforgivable bastard, but I don't think I'm a hero who serves the country and the people either!

What I want to do, what I want to do, is just because I see it and I am willing to do it. If it is done, I will be happy, if it cannot be done, then it is fine!

Who is sitting on the throne in the court? Is it the emperor?

No, he is just a descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang - there is nothing noble about him. It is not destiny that allows him to sit on that throne, but only because his ancestors killed their competitors!

People living in modern times always have some unrealistic romantic fantasies and awe for the so-called "royal family" in the distant past. Perhaps this is the natural awe of power that people living in this land have!

The same was true for Xia Lang, but now he began to feel that he should not have even the slightest thought of this.

After figuring this out, Xia Lang felt that his mind was strangely more relaxed, as if he had gotten rid of some shackles and constraints.

Close to the lawless Moon-embracing Immortal who fights against fate and destruction all his life.

The misty sky wind falls, and the great changes enter the sea.

He opened his eyes, and he had found a way to make his spirit even more 'detached' - do it, do it without hesitation!!!

Perhaps at first he just wanted to go to the Royal Library in the Forbidden City to look up what he wanted to know, but now, he has changed his mind.

He wants to read books and kill people!

The royal family, ministers, nobles - he just wanted to taste the lives of these people, to see how lowly and pathetic they were who claimed to be noble, to please his spirit, and to soothe the depression caused by the tragic scenes he had seen along the way.

Well, in the final analysis, it is just an action for the sake of happiness.

But this kind of mentality is right, and should be called healthy - doing what I think is right, which is equivalent to doing what makes me happy!

"Stay here and wait until tomorrow to go into the city."

Having figured out what he should do, Xia Lang smiled wantonly, jumped lightly, and disappeared into the rippling water in the night, gradually fading towards the crescent moon in the sky.

Qu Feiyan was so confused when she was suddenly thrown down. Then her cute little face wrinkled and she muttered softly

"What kind of immortal is this? He is just a naughty boy~~~~"

Yes, following her all the way, although Qu Feiyan did not say it, what she felt from this 'Moon-embracing Immortal' was not some ethereal feeling of an immortal, but a pure and simple... childishness.

He has a pure heart towards everything in this world, and at the same time seems unwilling to be bound by any rules, just like a child who has not grown up and has not received any education.

Perhaps this is what people call a childlike innocence?

But it is precisely the pure heart that is praised by others and the strong power that will breed what people call "crazy guy"

Unwilling to follow any social rules, unwilling to accept any constraints on power, and using one's own thoughts to change the shape of the world - isn't this what everyone calls a madman?

But it's fine this way. Qu Feiyan scratched his head, looked at Shuntian Prefecture in the distance, and stuck out his tongue slightly.

Although she didn't quite understand those complicated things, and even didn't understand what Xia Lang said at all, as a child, Qu Feiyan understood Xia Lang's thoughts and emotions just now.

It's like a child who is unhappy and wants to have a big play to vent his unhappiness.

She didn't know how the emperor of the Zhu family had offended him, but there was no doubt that Shuntian Prefecture was about to become lively.

Volume 22: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 21 . [Smiling Proudly] No more nonsense, just go straight to the palace!

The Palace of Heavenly Purity in the Forbidden City is paved with bright yellow glazed tiles, and the tiles and water droplets are carved with lifelike dragons, phoenixes, birds and fish.

In this place where emperors of the Zhu family of successive dynasties worked and rested, the fourteen-year-old Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun was buried in a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian", and this was the "homework" he had to complete.

It sounds incredible that an emperor has to do homework like a student, but it is indeed the case for Zhu Yijun.

Like many short-lived emperors before him, his father, Emperor Longqing, was also short-lived. He died at the age of 35 after only five years on the throne.

Zhu Yijun ascended the throne at the young age of ten, but it was obvious that his age was far from meeting the basic standards to be an emperor.

Therefore, while the Wanli Emperor handed over power to three grand secretaries and Empress Dowager Li in accordance with the late emperor's will, most of his work, apart from serving as a seal holder, was to receive education.

According to the old system of our ancestors, Emperor Wanli held daily lectures, attended imperial lectures, and read classics, biographies, and history books. This was most of what he experienced in a day.

And this is a very rare and precious thing among the emperors of the Zhu family.

Yes, perhaps there were so many eccentric emperors in their Zhu family that Emperor Wanli, who was able to undergo complete imperial teaching, was considered an outstanding one in the Zhu family.

Perhaps it was because of this that Zhang Juzheng, the Prime Minister of the Ming Dynasty, while holding great power, also had very high demands on the emperor.

Every day, he would go to Wenhua Hall at sunrise to listen to Confucian officials reading classics. Then he would take a short break, return to the lecture hall, and read history books again. He would return to the palace after lunch. He would only stop reading on the third, sixth, and ninth days of each month during the regular court period. Apart from that, he would never stop even in the dead of winter or the height of summer.

Emperor Wanli's life was one of constant learning.

Tonight, Wanli finally finished his homework and breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the book aside in annoyance and lay on his back in his chair without any image.

"Your Majesty, you must be tired. The homework left by Zhang Yuanfu is also increasing day by day."

A white-faced, beardless eunuch picked up the book from the ground with a distressed look, wiped off the dust from the surface and placed it on the table, then whispered to the emperor sitting on his seat:

"Your Majesty, the midnight snack is ready. Would you like me to order the imperial kitchen to prepare it now..."

"Feng Daban, tell me, who is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, me or Zhang Juzheng?"

The young emperor's words, which seemed to be a vent of emotion, made Feng Bao pause for a moment, and then he said respectfully:

"Your Majesty, of course you are the master of the Ming Dynasty."

"Then why must I, the master of the Ming Dynasty, be trapped in this deep palace and read these damn books day after day, while Zhang Yuanfu can command the world?"

Emperor Wanli said impatiently, and one could almost clearly feel the strong anger and hatred in his emotions.

Yes, Wanli hated Zhang Juzheng.

There were many reasons why he hated Zhang Juzheng. The weak ruler and strong ministers were one of the reasons, but the bigger reason was his instinctive disgust as a young man.

No one likes to study, especially after the age of ten. It is the age when a child is innocent and likes to play, so he naturally hates studying 100%.

Even if you talk to him about reason and facts, he will still hate something and will not like it just because you reason with him.

It’s better to say that the more you plead and reason for the things he hates, the more he will hate you.

And Zhang Juzheng was just such a person - he was extremely strict in his requirements for the emperor, and almost held Zhu Yijun to the standards of a saint.

Moreover, Zhang Juzheng was not alone in the palace. He had too many allies. Even Empress Dowager Li helped Zhang Juzheng "educate" Zhu Yijun.

How could he not hate Mr. Zhang, the Prime Minister? It was natural for him to regard him as Cao Cao and himself as Emperor Xian of Han.