Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 32: Is the temple high (1)

The sixth year of Tianfeng, October in winter.

The magnificent Weiyang Palace Xuan Room is supported by thick beams and pillars, and is as vast as the universe. Even if His Highness has already kneeled all over the ground in a dark way, the ministers still cannot bring any sense of fulfillment to this quaint and desolate palace.

Wang Mang sat high above the hall, looking coldly at the court in front of him.

The government had just ended, and the officials bowed and retreated. However, Wang Mang sat quietly without caring about the sound of the small yellow door beside him, and looked at the hall that was even more empty because of the dispersion of the officials.

The ministers attending the audience, their obedient attitude and the shouting of His Majesty did not bring him any joy.

On the contrary, there was only disgust in his heart. endless disgust.

Whether it was his current identity as the emperor or the stupid ministers he had to face, Wang Mang felt irritated.

Eighteen years have passed since he obtained the Jade Seal of the Kingdom and ascended the throne of the Emperor.

He has also become a sixty-three-year-old man.

After the age of sixty, Wang Mang could feel that his body had improved a little further towards aging every day.

His physical strength began to decline. He would be out of breath after a little further away. His sleep every day had been reduced to less than three hours - and once he woke up, no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to sleep.

Even if he eats less and less on weekdays, his appetite is difficult to arouse his appetite even if the food is exquisite.

Death is getting closer and closer to him.

But this is not what Wang Mang is worried about.

He knew very well that a person had death. He had never had any fear of death.

After a person dies, it is just a piece of loess. In the world after death, there is no yellow spring or heaven. Death means nothing.

And when facing the true nothingness, there is no need for fear. Furthermore, for him, he has long surpassed life and death, otherwise how could he come to this era and into this body to accomplish this feat that makes the whole world terrify!

The only thing he was worried about was whether the ideal in his heart could be realized.

Eleven years ago, Wang Mang finally obtained the highest power in the world. No one stopped him, fought with him for power and profit, and intrigue. His will was finally able to turn into a voice that the whole world must obey, resounding throughout this land.

But even though there was no obstruction, the new world in Wang Mang's ideal still did not appear.

Moreover, it still looks so far away.

His Highness's ministers are reporting on the disasters across the country and the party members who are rebelling against the riots.

Yizhou County Yi people Dong Can, Ruodou and others raised their troops to kill the county magistrates and occupy the city. The general Lian Dan, who went to suppress the rebellion, was not only failed to successfully suppress it, but was defeated.

Damu, a barbarian from Yue County, also rebelled. In just a few months, tens of thousands of people gathered.

As for the Xiongnu in the north, they frequently invaded the border, starting from Yongzhou, Liangzhou in the west and Youzhou in the east, everywhere within the range of their harassment.

In addition to these border problems, more importantly, internal troubles are internal troubles.

From east of Hangu Pass, there have been severe droughts for years. Even if Wang Mang mobilizes the national treasury granary for disaster relief, it is still a drop in the bucket.

In the fifth year of Tianfeng the previous year, after the disaster in the Xuzhou area of ​​Qingzhou, Fan Chong, a native of Langya, led more than 100 people to rise up in Ju County and occupy the Taishan area. This year, Fan Chong's fellow villager Feng'an and Donghai people Xu Xuan, Xie Lu, Yang Yin and others gathered tens of thousands of people to join Fan Chong. After his momentum grew, he instantly established his own territory in the Xu area of ​​Qingzhou, known as the Red Eyebrow Army.

Also last year, Diao Zidu, a native of Donghai, also raised an army to echo Fan Chongyao, occupying the area of ​​Xuzhou and Yanzhou, with tens of thousands of troops.

It would be fine if it was just a force. But the refugees carried by these rebels were as high as hundreds of thousands. What's more, how could so much food, grass and military pay come from under the years of disasters to mobilize troops to suppress them?

But these are not the most helpless things in Wang Mang's heart.

"Teacher, are you still upset?"

Wang Mu walked out of the corner of the hall, walked to Wang Mang's side, and asked softly.

Eleven years have passed, and Wang Mu, who is nearly thirty years old, has a short moustache on his upper lip. His originally tender face is now a little more wind and frost.

However, even though Wang Mang had been the emperor for eleven years, Wang Mu never called him His Majesty. There was only one title from beginning to end - that was the teacher.

Because this is the most important identity that Wang Mang has for him. Moreover, because he is the only one, he knows that Wang Mang is deeply disgusted with the identity of the emperor, the person he calls.

Wang Mu's official position is not high, he is just a Shizhong - he doesn't need it, nor does he care about any official position. The Shizhong's official position is just to make him more conveniently accompany Wang Mang.

"Zihe, let's have a drink with me." Wang Mang raised his head and looked at Wang Mu. What he saw in his eyes was a deep look of fatigue.

Zihe is Wang Mu's name. After he performed the crown ceremony, Wang Mang no longer called him Muer as he did when he was young.

"As for the order, I will order the yellow gate to make arrangements." Wang Mu nodded and was about to turn around, but was stopped by Wang Mang.

"No. Today... I don't want to be in the palace." Wang Mang looked at the distant entrance of the hall. Despite such a long distance, he still saw snowflakes dancing outside the hall: "It's snowing again, accompany me out of the palace and see the snow."

"Yes, teacher."

Wang Mu nodded gently, stretched out his hand, and helped his teacher up. When his hand touched the teacher's arm, he sighed heavily in his heart.
Chapter completed!