The Forbidden City, bathed in the dawn of the morning, looks particularly spectacular and magnificent.

Two tall ochre-red palace walls are covered with long corridors, with neat bluestone slabs on the corridor. Behind the palace wall are tall, glazed tiles with flying eaves and brackets. At this time, the rising sun shines a piece of glazed tiles on the eaves on the east side, looking very dazzling, leaving a large dark shadow in the corridor, emitting a little dark and damp decay.

At this moment, Emperor Kant, although he was sitting in the brightly lit imperial study, felt as cold as if he was in an ice cellar.

——Wind leaking from all sides, fires crept from all directions, endless rebellions and turmoil have become a sprawling fire... This is his world now!

Poor he worked hard to manage and managed for so many years, but ended up like this!!!

As soon as he thought of this, Emperor Kant couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed - the country's power and government are so tragic, why is it for me to work so hard!

In fact, in the eyes of Emperor Kant, being an emperor is actually a boring and hard task: there are countless rules to be followed every day, and countless people are staring at every move, and there are endless work to do at hand, and there are very few vacations.

According to the rules of the court, if there is a grand meeting, when the emperor and civil and military officials are just dawn and people are still sleepy, they have to gather in the hall to light lamps to discuss matters. What’s worse is that they usually cannot solve any problems, so they can only be pushed to the back and discuss them.

Even when there is no court meeting, the emperor must meet the Minister of Military Affairs early every morning, ask them to report the most important things of the day and get a preliminary consultation result. When the negotiation is around ten o'clock, the Minister of Military Affairs can withdraw from lunch.

But the emperor still couldn't have lunch because there were several groups of people waiting for the audience. First, the governors, governors, relatives and ministers of the department who were summoned by special orders; the next group of officials who were to be released from the border, such as governors and governors, who had to say goodbye to the emperor before they took office; then there were Taoist, prefecture and county officials from all over the country. When they left Beijing to take office or went to Beijing to report their duties, they usually had to meet the saints once; finally, the ministers of the Ministry of Internal Affairs or the eunuchs in charge of the emperor. Because they were in charge of the emperor's housework, they often talked a lot and were very trivial, and the time would be delayed for a long time and they had to be put to the last reception, so as not to make others anxious.

In addition to these ministers who meet according to the formal procedures, there will occasionally be others who go to the lineup. If a minister suddenly has troubles and wants to tell the emperor, or ask the emperor to report it, then he can also hand over a sign and ask the emperor to receive it (the so-called "chart" is actually a business card. Because there are too many officials in the court and the emperor cannot remember it, they must write a brief resume so that the emperor knows who you are and what you are going to do). Because the level is not enough, you must wait until the emperor is in a good mood or has free time before the guards can bring the person who ask for the interview.

After finally meeting so many people, the emperor finally had lunch. Then he took a short rest according to the situation and then he had to review the memorials. There were usually hundreds of items every day. What's worse is that officials these days talk a lot, and like to stack long speeches, with only two or three hundred words in a short content. If he didn't use some empty talk to make up tens of thousands of words, he would be embarrassed to show people. He also liked to quote scriptures and use whatever was rare, which made the emperor dizzy and complain.

For those ordinary memorials, the emperor could also ask the Military Affairs Office to summarize a "story", that is, a reduced version, so that the emperor could save time and effort. But the problem is that the "secret memorials" of many important officials, or impeachments involving important personnel, cannot be written. The emperor could only read them word by himself with a magnifying glass word by word, and also read them through the book to ponder the meaning of some of the allusions... After finally finishing the memorials of this day, it was probably already late at night, so he could only lie down and sleep. Maybe he might not even have the strength to find concubines to go to bed to create a dragon son and dragon girl. If he was extremely sleepy, he had to fight with his eyes but still failed to finish the memorial, he could only push his workload to the next day.

In this way, day after day, year after year, except for occasional sacrifices and patrols, the emperor did not have a holiday at all.

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Therefore, since Emperor Kant ascended the throne, he felt that he could only read articles every day, and wanted to do some entertainment activities such as singing, dancing and playing. He immediately asked ministers who wanted to be famous to advise and dissuade, and even made them cry and even committed suicide by hitting the wall.

Looking back on my life since I became emperor, I was simply not even fun at all. Apart from meeting ministers and reading memorials, I also met ministers and reading memorials. I haven't even been out of the palace gate several times. I almost became a miserable otaku. I'm afraid I'll die of overwork in the future... I really don't know why so many people are eager to be the emperor, but they are thinking about it and doing everything they can...

But he had already worked hard and worked hard, but the national fortune was still corrupting day by day, and now he was almost on the fast lane. The speed at which the imperial palace territory shrank every day could almost blind Emperor Kant's eyes!

——When foreigners and revolutionaries fanned the flames in the east and looked at the capital, various vassal states were nominally under the banner of serving the king and rescuing the emperor, but in fact they were eroding the territory of the court behind their backs... Now someone has rebelled openly!

"...What an Annan Liu thief! I don't care about past grudges and I have appointed you as Duke of Annan! You are ungrateful, but instead attacked Fuzhou under the name of serving the king and even posed the banner of the revolutionary party... This is really... unbearable!"

He angrily threw an expedited memorial to the ground, and stepped on it with a harsh and cursed with a timid look on his face.

Since the Western fleet retreated from Beijing and the imperial government army moved to counterattack again, the three counterattack troops that Emperor Kant had high hopes for had never brought him any good news. In the Zhenjiang battlefield closest to the capital, the 30,000 "elite" official troops could not fight for a long time against a group of eunuchs' remnants. The two million taels of silver he took out were even more wasteful in the blink of an eye;

The Grand Secretary Fei Liguo, who was responsible for leading the guide to Shanghai, kept sending good news from his hometown in Suzhou, but the news from other channels showed that there was no war around Shanghai - it was obviously this damn old thing talking nonsense;
Chapter completed!