of a princely warrior was approaching him with a naked changdao in his hand.
"What use of him did you talk about, old man, when you persuaded me to let this bastard go?" Liu Hei inquired when the Boar disappeared into the forest thicket, howling in pain, both arms cut up to the shoulders, with wounds seared by fire and a rawhide belt on his head.
The wise old man nodded in the direction of the rebels, who were collecting the weapons of the governor's warriors, chatting merrily among themselves.
"You showed them your nobility by giving the defeated a chance," the old man said simply.
The old man turned and walked towards the forest towards the camp. The leader of the rebellious peasants was watching him in silence.
Zhu Youjian, the Great Huangdi of the Celestial Empire, the Emperor of the blessed country, was in slight confusion. He was just informed about a conspiracy among the dignitary eunuchs in the province of Sichuan to overthrow the imperial family. Most likely, these were only rumours and would remain rumours, but it was time to decide something about the eunuchs.
The tradition of placing these "sub-men" in leading positions in the provinces and in the palace was established centuries ago and pursued a completely understandable goal for the ruling dynasty: to prevent the hereditary succession of local authorities when positions passed from father to son. Not being particularly concerned about reforming administrative legislation, the Emperors of the old days took a simple path: they castrated all the confidants admitted to power unless they were members of the imperial family or someone from the "noble" families.
The problem arose immediately after the young Emperor ascended to the throne of the Celestial Empire. He accepted it after the untimely death of his elder brother, Emperor Zhu Yujiao, who did not bother with offsprings, and therefore, did not leave any sons. Being the fifth son of his father, Emperor Zhu Changlu, who had many children, and his third wife, Zhu Youjian could not even think about the throne in his childhood, and, probably, that is why his childhood memories were so vivid. No palace intrigues or undercover games with power at stake! All this became the fate of his older brothers. But, apparently, an external observation also brings results, sometimes more significant ones, than direct participation in the life of the palace.
Perhaps that is why, barely ascending the throne in the year 4324 of the Shan-Yin era, bearing the sacred name of Ding-Mao, he immediately ordered to execute Wei Zhongxian, the senior eunuch of the departed Emperor, the squabbler and intriguer and the favourite of the supreme Ruler Ke Shi, as the two practically ruled the Celestial Empire behind Huangdi's back. It wasn't easy for him, but he didn't grow up in an ivory tower. Since he was a child, he somehow understood that the right of the strong reigns in the palace. Moreover, his kind and faithful mentor, who seemed to be engaged in his upbringing and training from the first days of his life, considered such measures vital, though cruel.
The young Emperor accepted the country in a disgusting state: one crisis followed after another, as the weather seemed to take up arms against the Celestial Empire, as bad years repeated in succession. The Jurchens roamed in the North, and the Portuguese pirated in the South. Several provinces were constantly engulfed in flames of peasant rebels, which, however, were extinguished by his loyal generals for some time. Despite this, his army was still the strongest in the visible world and even its northern neighbours reckoned with it.
And still, he had to do something with the dominance of eunuchs in power… These reformers from the Dunlin party invited him to familiarise himself with their proposal for state reorganisation. He had to choose the time and deal with this. It was also time to think about a child… He couldn't leave the country without an heir. You can't leave such questions unattended… So, he should forget about the chambers full of concubines for a while and pay more attention to his Empress at night.
She has reproached him more than once lately for the fact that he has lost interest in her. Well, it's time to dissuade her. Imperceptibly, the Emperor went over to the window on the north side of the chambers. An amazing view of Jingshan, a beautiful mountain, opened before him. It stood out from the ridge that stretched North of the palace.
Once upon a time, there were huge reserves of coal, brought here in case the city was besieged by enemies. The place was called Meishan – Coal Mountain. Then they dragged some soil there to create a man-made ridge of five peaks.
Abundant pines and cypresses planted on the slopes made these mountains especially beautiful. It was a favourite place for children to play, and later on for the young Emperor to walk. This is where he was once introduced to his future wife.
Great Huangdi sighed. Somewhere in the depths of his mind, there was a certain disturbing thought, but Zhu Youjian could not yet understand which one. The feeling of imminent trouble and tragedy did not let him go for several moons already.
The Emperor moved away from the window, took a bottle of southern wine from the table, poured a little into a porcelain cup, and looked at it through the light. It played in the sun, as if transparent! Bravo Xing Wang, master craftsman among the makers of such imperial porcelain. He managed to create something close to perfection! The thin cup seemed to glow in the hands of the Emperor, letting in the rays of the setting sun.
Huangdi slowly drank the tart wine, previously tested for poison by special people. He remembered very well how his predecessor passed away, poisoned by spiteful critics, and was not going to repeat his mistakes.
His thoughts returned to the palace troubles that fell on him so unexpectedly at a young age. After all, are there any valid reasons for premature concern? He is the Ruler of a huge country, rich in people and resources. He has a four-million army at his disposal, ready to wipe out any enemy at his first command. As for internal problems that he inherited from the former inhabitants of the Imperial Palace, he can figure it out somehow. After all, he has a whole life ahead.
So we'll execute the devas, together with these southern conspirators, confiscating the property in favour of the state treasury as usual. The corresponding decree will have to be prepared tomorrow. And today… Today he will visit his Empress after all…
Zhu Youjian smiled thinly and, grabbing a vessel of wine, went to the female half of the palace.
第三章
Chapter 3
It was the second quarter of the Dog month, but the weather was still relatively pleasant. More like summer, almost without rain, with light, weightless clouds against the all-enveloping dazzling blue sky. Li sat on a rock, watching life in the camp from the hill.
He could see the smokes of the smithy, where Tang, who was the first to meet them on the forest path and who took them to the camp, has been working for several moons already. Even here, at the top of the hill, the smell of Aunt Mio's cakes could be detected. He could also hear children's merry voices somewhere on the edge of the nearby forest.
Each tent had a fire on which they cooked their supper. Li remembered with a grin what it cost him to persuade Liu Hei to provide him with several people and plough the first wedge in the spring.
At first, the tired rebel leader did not even understand what this strange warrior, so dissimilar to his fellow deserters, was talking about?
"What do you mean by ploughing? What are you talking about?" The conversation took place in his tent after another successful skirmish. That spring, they managed to capture notable trophies and even the treasury of one of the governor's detachments. "The hands of these people (Liu waved his head towards the entrance to his tent) have long lost the habit of the plough. They are more accustomed to destruction. The creation will corrupt them, make them
