today for you

Let me start with a brief self-introduction.

I am Yue Jianye, at the age of 39. I have been fighting for the country and the people on the front line all the year round. I am a glorious proletarian revolutionary fighter.I have worked hard for ten years in the position I love the most. I thought I could burn myself like a candle all my life and dedicate my life to light and heat. However, the world is unpredictable, and the enthusiasm for my career cannot withstand the ruthless teasing and destruction of fate. . At the age of 35, I was diagnosed with uremia. After persisting with the disease for a year, due to my physical condition, the organization decided that I had to go through the retirement procedures in advance and hand over the burden to my trusted comrades. .Afterwards, I received a more comprehensive treatment, but at this time my body was like a building that was about to collapse, with wind leaking from all sides.In the absence of drugs, no medical treatment could save my life.Finally, on my 39th birthday, I stopped breathing on the hospital bed.

But life is dramatic.If it is explained in refined language, it is "the end of the road, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright".My death does not mean the end of everything, but the beginning of a new round of life trials.

At Maoshi, the sky was about to break dawn, and the morning light gradually penetrated. In conversion, it was about five or six o'clock in the morning.I sat upright on the court hall, and below my field of vision were two neat teams on the left and right, with nearly a hundred people.They all pointed their jet-black official hats at me, with the oval wings dangling around their heads.It is said that the hat wings on the official hat were added by Zhao Kuangyin, the king of the Song Dynasty, in order to prevent courtiers from whispering and deserting during court meetings.The emperor of this world seems to have gone to the same place as Zhao Kuangyin. Sitting in my position, everything below is clear at a glance.Just like the teacher on the self-study podium in the morning can clearly see whether the students behind the book wall are eating instant noodles or leek pancakes.

As you can see from the above description, I have traveled through time.Traveling is the abbreviation of traveling through time and space. It can be a rigorous and scientific academic problem, or it can be an illusory and wonderful literary bridge. I think it is the latter.After all, there is no scientific basis for death and resurrection, and death and resurrection in another world can make people give up the scientific worldview.Of course, time travel has become a fact, so it is not the point of the plot. The point is that I am the emperor.To be more precise, I have transmigrated into a person with the identity of an emperor.This is indeed a rather unexpected thing. A proletarian revolutionary fighter who has been working for so many years, but suffered from a terminal illness, has transformed himself into the largest landlord of the feudal dynasty, completing the seamless connection from the proletariat to the feudal leader.This contrast seems to be a bit too huge.

Immersed in boundless thoughts, I didn't notice someone calling me for a moment.

"Huh? What's the matter?" I finally recovered from my wild thoughts.

"Uh, Your Majesty, Prime Minister Zhang has something important to ask His Majesty to decide, Majesty, do you agree or not?" Chen Fu, the servant who accompanied me, reminded me in my ear.

Oh, Prime Minister Zhang.I set my sights on the white-haired old man on the left.It is said that he is the elder of the three dynasties, his eldest daughter is the queen of the first emperor, and there is a prince called his grandfather who was entrusted in the far southwestern border, that is, the younger brother of "I".It may be that my mind was too distracted, and now I have no memory of what the veteran of the three dynasties said. With apologies, I adjusted my sitting posture and asked, "May the prime minister repeat it?"

Hearing my request, Prime Minister Zhang's expression changed, and he said, "Your Majesty is the king of a country, why should you humiliate the old minister like this? If you don't agree with the old minister's proposal, that's all. Repeat, old minister!" I felt that Prime Minister Zhang's eyes were so sharp that they could pierce a leaky hole in my new, not thick body.

I'm very inexplicable, why are you angry with me?Could it be that the old courtier's glass heart broke out?I am not convinced by this.

"What's wrong with the old prime minister? Since I have something to play, I should play it well. It is true that I made a mistake, but I just asked the prime minister to repeat it. Does it mean to humiliate you in the slightest? You seem to be unreasonable in your situation. If it gets out, it will affect my reputation a lot. Since Ai Qing doesn't want to repeat it, forget it, it must not be an important thing."

"Your Majesty! Where will your words put the victims of the disaster in the south? The flood in the southeast generation is so serious, how could you just say it's not important!" Prime Minister Zhang was so angry that he was about to jump up. Come alive.

"What's the matter? Prime Minister, don't tell me that there have been floods in the south every year, and our civil and military courts don't even have a set of emergency plans!"

"Emergency, plan?" Prime Minister Zhang was a little confused by the new term I threw out casually, and even suppressed his anger.

The emergency plan is indeed a new term for these officials, and it was because I slipped the tongue in a moment of excitement, so I had to bite the bullet and muster up the momentum: "It is an emergency measure to deal with emergencies. Such a simple truth still needs to trouble me." Can you explain? Do you have to discuss with the court in advance to find a solution to the floods in the south every year? What about your files over the years? What about the usual handling methods? Which department is responsible for disaster relief? Is there no action at this time? Is it?" After a series of rhetorical questions from me, needles could be heard in the hall, and it took a long time for an official to stand up hesitantly.

"Reporting to the Holy One, according to the law, if flood, drought, insect, and frost are disasters, there will be points: rent-free for four or more damages, rent-free tax for six or more damages, and free tax and service for seven or more losses. If the mulberry and hemp are all lost , everyone will be exempted from transfer, and those who have already served and lost will be exempted for the next year (Note: Taken from "The Six Classics of the Tang Dynasty")." After the official finished speaking, he hung his head and did not dare to move, looking trembling.

I was very happy after hearing this, so I asked, "Which official is Aiqing?" There is no impression of this official in the archived memory, and the original body is probably not very familiar with it, so I asked with confidence.

"Return to Your Majesty, Wai Lang, Li Mian, member of the Ministry of Officials."

"Oh, the Ministry of Officials," I probably thought about Li Mian's grades of Wailang, a member of the Ministry of Officials. After all, he was a half-way emperor, and he still couldn't master some basic common sense. Stand up, is there any more? Who will implement the disaster relief work? Who will implement the regulations written in black and white in the laws and regulations? Don’t you want to do a bunch of things without me as the emperor!” My big move was to roar.

My voice resounded throughout the hall. The spacious semi-enclosed space has a very good echo effect, just like a 3D surround sound effect.Anyone who engages in negotiations knows that if you overwhelm your opponent in terms of momentum, you are half the battle. That's what I did.What I said were all scene words with a lot of moisture. If these quick-witted court officials had a little time to react, my words would be untenable.But what does that matter, I am the emperor.

"Recognize your mistake?" I lowered my voice to an oppressive effect.

Due to the double blessing of identity and tone, the courtiers really thought about where they made a mistake, so no one dared to speak.Of course, this situation is very suitable for me: "Aren't your brains turned upside down? If I have to come forward to solve everything, what do I support you officials? Are you wasting food? Are you free to talk in front of me?" Can Lianhua, why don’t you do your job well! Minister of the Ministry of Households, listen carefully, the appropriations that should be allocated, tax cuts that should be reduced, and cooperate with the Ministry of Industry and Criminal Affairs! Minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, take your people to be good supervisors Investigate matters, and those who do not cooperate with the disaster relief will be punished according to the law. The Ministry of Industry and the local self-rescue groups should be in touch. Make way for me. All the drafts proposed by the Ministry of Rites will be postponed! Should I take the lead in this critical matter that wastes money and people? Retire from the court!" Before the courtiers could react, I swaggered away with my sleeves .

Real men don't look back at explosions.Let's fry it, it's good to be dumbfounded!

Although they all worked in government agencies in their past and present lives, the difference is still quite large.To give the simplest example, the original body was under 22 years old, and he became the emperor after the death of his father, all because of this bloodline and a little shit luck.Originally, he shouldn't be the emperor. After all, he also has a younger brother born of the empress, so he shouldn't inherit the throne based on his status.But he just had this shit luck, as a marginal person, he was appointed by the late emperor to inherit the great line.What can the original body do?As a prince who was eating and waiting to die, he was also very dumbfounded, and of course he was ecstatic that a pie fell from the sky.

But becoming the emperor was not so lucky. Yuan hadn't been in office for half a month, but he burped his trachea because of eating fruit.Originally such a big person, how could he eat and choke?But who asked the new emperor to do it? He insisted on lying on the dragon bed in the middle of the night to eat fruit, and there was no one around him, so he choked to death in the deep night and was covered by himself.In the end, he was also a poor man who was so desperate to enjoy his life, that he was half covered with a shell, and he had a shadow on the fruit that could be swallowed in one bite.It can't be said that he has a big heart, but the original body's death method is really beyond conspiracy theory.Who would cause the emperor to rely on the fact that the emperor must lie down and eat fruit in the middle of the night and choke himself to death?

But this does not mean that no one covets the throne now. First of all, his younger brother who is far away in the sky is the first suspect, as well as his grandfather, Prime Minister Zhang.But, at this moment, it has nothing to do with me.I'm a time traveler who doesn't even remember all the civil and military faces of the dynasty, so I really can't do anything.

Generally speaking, although this profession is a bit dangerous now, it is a similar type of work to the past at any rate. It won't be too dark to keep working, and the status of the original body is quite high. Who cares about me, gold and jade can still be rich in clothes and food, and it is inappropriate to ask for anything else.If you really encounter any conspiracy in the future, just see the trick and dismantle it. I'm afraid that I can't be the emperor, but if it really comes to that, just give up the throne to the capable.

At this time, I really think so.

The author has something to say:

The background is mixed, sometimes it may be like the Tang Dynasty, sometimes it may be like the Ming Dynasty, the reference materials will be noted, and the author has the ambition to update the day but has no confidence to save the manuscript. Although I really hope that everyone will actively jump into the pit, but we can’t be ignorant Conscience says that the pit product is very good.If you like it, just save it, maybe it will be over before you know it?