No emperor can accept the reality in front of him. Will his uncle sell his country? And he sells it for millions of square kilometers. Please, if you want to make a joke, you have to make a draft.

Zai Chun shook his head stubbornly and refused to admit the authenticity of this information. He just said that you were wrong, but his white little face and trembling lips betrayed him.

Ryuma Sakamoto looked at Emperor Tongzhi pitifully. He suddenly felt that it was very irresponsible to let such a young child bear such a great responsibility, but there was no way that the Central Plains dynasty had to ensure the purity of bloodline first for the orthodox nature of the throne. As for whether it was humane to children, it was not what they considered.

Even in the minds of many people, since you are the true dragon emperor, you are not worthy of the joys, sorrows and sorrows of mortals. Even if you are only six years old, you must strictly demand yourself according to the standards of a saint.

As for whether it has destroyed the nature of children? Haha, you are so funny. Are you worthy of being an emperor?

Zaichun grew up in a strict and almost perverted education system. He had no friends since he was a child, no games but only uninterrupted rules, and long-term learning.

He has no right to act spoiled, nor has he the right to cry, no one will listen to his inner voice, and even the people who serve him are perverted Yin-Yang people who are neither male nor female.

Ryuma Sakamoto sighed and felt extremely regretful. Does a thirteen-year-old child need to bear all this? He faced so many human evils at such a young age, and the dark court refreshed the bottom line again and again. How could Zai Chun bear it!

"Your Majesty..." Sakamoto Ryuma reached out and patted his shoulder. "Some things that you don't like will not exist! Since you are born in the imperial family, you will no longer have the right to enjoy fairy tales. You have to accept your fate!"

Zai Chun couldn't control it anymore. He burst into tears with tears in his eyes, "Wuwuwu... Did I do something wrong? Am I not worthy of being a emperor at all? Why do they betray me!"

"Wuwuwu...I just want to be a good emperor and revive a country and a nation like a master. Why is it so difficult?"

The suppressed emotions suddenly poured out. All the strength of the middle school boy is actually just a disguise. It was a period that humans must go through from a teenager to a youth.

Confident and arrogant expressions cannot hide their fear of the real society. The adult world is full of cruelty. Middle-aged teenagers always want to hone themselves into jackals with sharp teeth, but many times in front of life, they are just poor puppies.

Ryuma Sakamoto did not advise him that the Bushido spirit would not teach people to be weak. He just held Zaichun's hand tightly with both hands and encouraged him with the warmth of his palms.

This pain is really sad and the listener is crying. Zaichun almost poured out all his grievances since childhood, and his eyes are swollen like peaches.

"...Do you know? When I was a child, I liked noodles very much... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"...My mom said, the emperor cannot have personal likes and dislikes, and he can only eat one bite of any favorite dish... They finally drove the imperial chef out of the Forbidden City..."

"...I raised a starling brother when I was a child. Do you know how much you would say? But the master said that only the eight banner playboys like to play with birds, and actually asked the eunuch to throw it away..."

"...Rules! It's been rules since you open your eyes. Everything is rules for eating and dressing. Even when you listen to the opera, you can laugh, and you can't speak. There are rules for you..."

"...I want to play too! I also want to know what it looks like outside the palace wall! But I can't get out, I can't get out..."

Maybe many people have had this experience. When you cry from the bottom of your heart, you are sobbing with your abdomen, your entire internal organs are in pain, and today Zaichun is crying so miserably.

"...I really did what they said. I would do whatever they told me. I naively thought that if I did all this, I could become a good emperor... Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"... Why do these god-killers do this? Why do they treason? I have already done this, wuwu..."

Even Ryuma Sakamoto could not stand it anymore after crying. He secretly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He truly realized how hard it was to be an emperor.

After venting for more than an hour, Zaichun calmed down a little. His eyes were extremely dark and empty when he leaned against the wall.

This is the best opportunity to talk. Ryuma Sakamoto whispered, "Actually, this situation does not only bother His Majesty. Since ancient times, monarchs from all over the East and the West have encountered this problem to a greater or lesser extent..."

"Take Japan as an example, the emperor is of course supreme, but in many periods of history, the emperor even had a problem with eating. The emperor actually wanted the inner minister to secretly sell words and spend money. Do you think they are wronged?"

"The Prime Minister should have told His Majesty that even the world's largest country, England and France, which are the most powerful country in the army, have had their heads cut off in history... until now their imperial power is restricted!"

"Compared with them, your Majesty's suffering is nothing..."

Zai Chun suddenly said, "But this is the place where the Qing Dynasty is prosperous, and it was more than one million square kilometers of land at that time! How could it be sold? Shameless!"

"What else can it be done? Because they think all this is not their own, so it doesn't hurt to sell the lord field!"

Ryuma Sakamoto poured a cup of hot milk for Zaichun and handed it over. "I used to chat with Kirihiko Kiri. She said that when he was working as a meticulous worker in the Forbidden City, he once had a thief who pretended to be a drum to collect old goods!"

"Your Majesty, do you know what it means to beat a drum? Haha... Actually, it's just a rag, but it's all antiques and rags from the deep mansion!"

"These people have fixed street shouting routes, usually in the rich areas of the capital and the areas where officials' families are concentrated, and most of the transactions are at the back door..."

"Those concubines in the deep courtyard not only compete for favor but also steal all of them, just stealing money from the big family, just like the doors and houses in the Dream of Red Mansions, just to harm the public and the private!"

"Because those concubines knew that they would never achieve success in their entire lives, they would exchange some small decorations in the public center and the cultural and calligraphy and paintings that were not commonly used in the warehouse for money, and keep them for themselves or supplement their parents' home!"

"Haha... When they heard that someone who beats the drums came, they would ask their close maids or mothers to open the back door and lead him in the Xuande furnace, sometimes stolen from Tang Yin's calligraphy and paintings, and those with a few melons will be sold!"
Chapter completed!