In the winter of the twentieth year of Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty (1541), the forbidden area of the inner palace of the Forbidden City in Beijing
On a frozen winter day, there is a solemn atmosphere in the forbidden area of the inner palace of the Forbidden City in Beijing. This is the twentieth year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, and on an early winter cold night, a shocking tragedy occurred.
Ming Shizong, who ascended the throne not long ago, his real name is Zhu Houzhao. He was the father of the Wanli Emperor and a short-lived emperor in the history of the Ming Dynasty. And this tragedy stems precisely from his short life.
On this day, Zhu Houzhao had just moved into the Forbidden City with hundreds of eunuchs and palace maids, and began to tidy up the newly renovated dormitory. He believed that the renovation project personally led by his Emperor Taishang would definitely meet his requirements.
In the dressing palace, a group of palace maids warmed their bodies in front of the icy fire. Among them, there is a palace maid named Yuying, who is young and beautiful, and has outstanding talents, but she has always been low-key and inconspicuous.
"Yuying, would you like to dedicate a song to me?" Zhu Hou looked at Yuying strangely.
Yuying blushed and said softly: "I don't have the courage Your Majesty, the concubine doesn't understand the rhythm of music." It's just a little bit of music, if Your Majesty likes it, please listen to it next to you. ”
Zhu Houzhao smiled and nodded in agreement. Yu Ying coughed and gradually raised her voice, and her crisp voice quickly spread through the palace.
However, at this moment, a strange sight happened. As the singing expanded, the entire dormitory suddenly emitted a strong dark red light. The palace ladies were suddenly sucked in and unable to move.
Zhu Houzhao was so frightened that he shouted loudly: "What happened?"
His voice echoed through the air, throughout the Forbidden City. But no one could hear his cries.
After a few minutes, the light faded. The palace maids were finally able to move, but only Yuying fainted to the ground, her face pale.
Zhu Houzhao anxiously stepped forward to check and found that Yuying had no breath. His heart was tormented.
Then, a mysterious Taoist priest hurried in. He called himself a dusty Taoist and claimed to have seen similar incidents.
Zhu Houzhao knelt on the ground and asked with a sad expression, "What the hell is going on, why did Yuying die suddenly?"
The Dusty Heart Daoist was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "This is the destiny of heaven. Your Majesty, you have heard the legend that the era of the Ming Dynasty is not destined to be peaceful.
In this day and age, every once in a while, there will be people with good hearts and bumpy fates who suffer unpredictable disasters. And you, the victim of this era. ”
Zhu Houzhao asked sadly, "Why did Yuying die for me?"
The Dusty Heart Daoist said slowly, "She is one of the costs. As fate would have it, only a short-lived throne would preserve your monarchy. She died for your survival. ”
Hearing this, Zhu Houzhao's tears welled up. He hugged Yuying's body in pain and muttered, "Yuying, how are you willing to pay such a big price for me? How are you willing to sacrifice your own life?"
The dusty heart Taoist said thoughtfully: "Perhaps, she is not reluctant, but helpless. It was fate, not her intention. She simply heeded the call of fate. ”
Zhu Houzhao sobbed and stood up with difficulty, determined to inherit the throne laid by fate. He vowed that with Yuying's sacrifice as a driving force, he would do his best to fight for a better fate for those who innocently fell victim.
In this way, Ming Shizong ended his short and unfortunate reign.
And the once talented palace maid Yuying will always live in the memory of history, she used her life to keep the throne of Ming Shizong, and also deduced the tragic and great story of this era.
As a result, people of later generations will pay silent tribute to her bravery under the moonlight every cold night, and pray for the mystery of Ming Shizong's short life.