Siheyuan: Sap is the last word

One day, He Yudong was studying an ancient document. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of dizziness, and the whole world seemed to be distorted. The next moment, he found himself in an ancient palace.

This era is an important dynasty in Chinese history. He Yudong suddenly realized that he had become an emperor of this dynasty. He looked up in the mirror. The person in the mirror was no longer the familiar self, but the image of a majestic and kind emperor. All this is like a dream, but yet so real.

He Yudong stood on the dragon chair, and the ministers around him bowed in worship. He could feel the majestic atmosphere and couldn't help but feel a little panicked. He cleared his throat, trying to calm down.

"I... I care about the people of the world, and I must take the safety of the country into consideration. If you have any memorials, please don't hide it." He Yudong tried his best to make his voice sound majestic, as if he was really an emperor who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

A courtier came forward to submit a memorial, and the words were mixed with ancient classical Chinese. He Yudong read it with difficulty. At this time, he realized that traveling through time was not only a change in identity, but also a change in language, culture, and ways of doing things.

"Your Majesty, the recent drought has caused hardship to the people. Please show mercy and consider reducing taxes to save the people." The minister spoke sincerely and looked sincere.

He Yudong fell into thinking, and his heart was filled with ups and downs. He had to weigh the livelihood of the people and the country's finances. This choice made him feel the loneliness and hardship of the emperor.

Soon, a minister came forward to state the situation of foreign invasion. He Yudong frowned, his heart filled with anger. At this time, he realized that he was not only an emperor, but also the guardian of this country.

"Quickly pass the order and deploy elite border troops. How can a great country sit idly by and ignore it? It must defend its territory and resist invasion." He Yudong raised his arms and shouted, full of pride.

Day after day, he gradually adapted to this new identity. He learned to deal with government affairs and deal with various conflicts. The fear in his heart gradually subsided, replaced by a sense of confidence and responsibility.

He Yudong felt quite heavy. He realized that this era was a test for him. He not only had to deal with cumbersome government affairs, but also dealt with various ancient beliefs and superstitions. Modern people's thoughts are very different from the concepts of this era, and they feel an involuntary alienation.

One day, a minister in the court said: "Your Majesty, there are recent rumors that a bull-headed horse appears in the world, and the people are panicked. I request your majesty to order a study of this matter to appease the people's hearts."

He Yudong's heart sank, and he thought about this problem rationally. He knew that modern science could reveal many mysteries, but this era was limited by superstition. He decided to adopt a tactful attitude: "People don't need to be alarmed. I will send people to find out the truth. The matter is not urgent. I will make arrangements after I find out the truth."

This happens all the time. He also had to face doubts about his abilities from officials in North Korea and China. An old minister warned: "Your Majesty, as a young emperor, you are immature in government affairs and need to act with caution. After all, the times are difficult."

He Yudong deeply felt the distrust of him in this era, but he did not back down. He took a deep breath and said firmly: "Government is important, but I am willing to listen to your advice, study hard, and jointly promote national prosperity."

He Yudong wandered in the imperial garden as the dusk grew darker. This is a place he often comes to, where he can stay away from the chaos of the court for a while. However, the recent troubles made him unable to calm down for a long time.

Suddenly, a sharp scream pierced the quiet night sky. He hurriedly walked towards the direction of the sound and found a young palace maid running towards him in a panic. Her face was full of horror and she was speechless for a moment.

"What happened?" He Yudong asked anxiously.

The palace maid trembled and said: "Your Majesty, there was a Buddhist monk who burned himself in the imperial garden, and the fire swallowed him up instantly."

He Yudong was shocked, and he vaguely realized that this might be related to Buddhist beliefs. Buddhism was extremely influential in this era, and self-immolation was often seen as a devotion to one's faith.

Confused and worried, he went to the site of the self-immolation. Many people had gathered there, and it was chilling to see the embers still smoking. He Yudong stood there in silence, his heart full of thoughts.

"Your Majesty, do you think this ominous thing has anything to do with Buddhism?"

"Your Majesty, we must pay attention to this issue. The influence of Buddhism is spreading day by day, which may have an impact on the government."

There was a lot of discussion among the courtiers, each expressing his or her concerns. He Yudong knew that he could not take it lightly. He decided to convene religious scholars and ministers to discuss how to deal with the possible impact of Buddhism on government affairs.

He Yudong thought for a long time in the imperial study. The images that gradually became clearer made him uneasy, recalling the humiliation China had suffered in recent history. This humiliation was unforgettable and became the fuel for his determination.

He stood up, a look of determination flashing across his face. He decided to promote the modernization of the country, become stronger, and not repeat the mistakes of modern history. He convened a group of like-minded young officials to discuss the country's modernization process.

"Your Majesty, we should strengthen the training and equipment of the army to make it comparable to Western powers." A military adviser suggested.

"Your Majesty, industrialization is the key to modernization. We should vigorously develop industry and improve the country's self-sufficiency." An economist echoed.

"Your Majesty, technological innovation cannot be ignored. We can set up scientific research institutes to introduce the latest technology and improve our industrial level." Another scholar suggested.

He Yudong listened, and hope gradually grew in his heart. He understood that in order to make the country strong, it must promote the modernization of the military, economy, and science and technology. He felt the great responsibility of the leader, but he also felt the mission of the leader.

A few months later, the country launched a comprehensive modernization reform. The army received new training and equipment, industrial zones sprang up rapidly, scientific research institutions were established, and the country began to strengthen technological exchanges with foreign countries.

However, reform has not been smooth sailing. He Yudong faced resistance from conservative forces, who were worried that reform would subvert tradition and create instability. He Yudong needs to convince them with firm determination and wisdom to push the reform forward.

He Yudong was receiving foreign guests in the busy palace. Suddenly, two old women in old clothes walked in quietly. They walked one behind the other, holding a doll in their hands, stumbling, looking very decadent.

"Your Majesty, we... we have a child who unfortunately died of illness. May your Majesty be relieved." The old woman's voice was trembling, and she presented the doll with trembling hands.

He Yudong was stunned. He looked at the old women with pity in his eyes. He took the doll and tried to comfort him with words: "This is unfortunate, and I deeply regret it. Your grandson looks very cute."

The old woman choked and said: "Our grandson looks so much like you. Every time I look at him, I feel like I am seeing our son..."

He Yudong fell into deep thought. This sudden scene reminded him of the love and family he once had. His heart was filled with ups and downs, and he deeply understood the pain and nostalgia of the old women.

"Your Majesty, we are not making trouble unreasonably, but we are filled with grief when we see our grandson crying every day. If Your Majesty can grant some grace, it may be able to alleviate our sorrow a little." Another old woman said tremblingly.

He Yudong nodded silently. He suddenly felt that the dragon robe on his body was particularly heavy. He knew that leaders not only have to bear the responsibilities of the country, but also deal with the expectations and sufferings of the people.

He thought about how he could help the old women a little, but he also knew that he couldn't interfere too much. This mood made him feel the leader's confusion and helplessness.

"Your Majesty, you are like the incarnation of our son. I hope you can understand our painstaking efforts." The old woman choked softly.

He Yudong felt sad, and he truly understood the old woman's mood. They do not come to seek power or wealth, but to seek spiritual solace. This grief and guilt made him deeply realize that the responsibility of a leader is not limited to political maneuvering.

He Yudong was shocked and looked at the old woman in disbelief. He felt a strong shock and astonishment. This doll turned out to be his grandson, looking like a shadow of his own childhood. This discovery plunged him into a deep inner struggle.

"You said, he, he is my grandson?" He Yudong asked stammering.

The old woman nodded tremblingly, tears falling uncontrollably: "Yes, Your Majesty. He is our grandson, our son's son. You look exactly like him."

He Yudong was silent. He fell into endless thoughts. What kind of adventure is this? A dislocation in time and space allowed him to meet his family bloodline. He asked himself in his mind whether, as the emperor of this era, there was anything he could do to make up for this time and space dislocation.

"Your grandchildren...where are they? How are they?" He Yudong asked with difficulty.

With tears in her eyes, the old woman said sadly and hopefully: "Your Majesty, our son was a loyal minister who neglected his own interests in public service and unfortunately died in the war. This doll was a relic that he cherished during his lifetime. We gave it to him. As our son, Your Majesty, can you...can you take care of him?"

He Yudong took a deep breath, and he understood that this was a coincidence of time and space and an arrangement from God. He took the doll tremblingly, and he could feel the familiar scent permeating the doll.

"I will take care of him just like I take care of my own grandson." He Yudong's voice was trembling but firm.

A few days later, He Yudong invited the old woman and her grandson to the palace. He wanted to meet the child in person, and also wanted to find some sense of family affection.

The little grandson is smart, with bright eyes, and his eyes reveal an indescribable wisdom. From time to time, his childish mouth revealed a cute smile, which made people's hearts beat.