Da Tang Si Zi: My Six Super Rich Little Nuggets!

Chapter 74 Niu Sengru is a typical example of a decline from glory.

The Emperor went back to his room to sleep.

Si Zi blinked curiously and asked Zi An, who was standing guard beside her, "Brother Zi An, have you ever heard of that Niu Sengru?"

Brother Zi'an immediately looked smug, struck a pose as if he knew everything, and laughed, "Of course I know! He's a super big shot in Lingtai, Gansu! He's very successful in officialdom and also has a great reputation in the literary world!"

Si Zi couldn't help but nod: "That's right, Niu Sengru was no ordinary person. He was born in the fourteenth year of the Dali era of Emperor Daizong of Tang and died in the first year of the Dazhong era of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang. He witnessed eight emperors taking turns on the throne. He was practically a living history book of the changing of emperors!"

Upon hearing this, Brother Zian's tone became even more smug: "Yes, I experienced that time and space. If you understand his life, it's like seeing a microcosm of the decline of the Tang Dynasty in its later stages! From prosperity to collapse, Niu Sengru's personal experience also illustrates too many issues!"

Si Zi was also filled with emotion, nodding and saying, "That's right, the emperor back then was completely out of his mind, and the eunuchs controlled everything. The struggle between ministers and eunuchs was more common than eating; you could see them stepping on each other every day. Unlike us two fake eunuchs, who just chatted like idiots all day long."

Brother Zi'an rolled his eyes, mimicking the ministers' mannerisms, waving his arms and making an exaggerated mouth gesture: "Look at this, ministers from aristocratic families and ministers from the imperial examination system, fighting like crazy! They're like two sea lions with long fangs, clashing fiercely in the palace! What kind of good days are those? I don't think so."

Si Zi laughed, clutching her stomach, and continued, "And back then, the political situation was like a stinky beach overrun with seals. When the sea breeze blew by, the prime minister was replaced faster than the sand!"

Brother Zi'an made an exaggerated gesture with a serious expression: "That's right! When a prime minister falls from power, the officials around him are replaced in an instant, just like turning the pages of a book! You see, the entire officialdom is like a chaotic market, constantly being broken down and rebuilt!"

Si Zi danced around on the warm kang: "That's right, when official families fight for power, the emperor is simply a tool for them to attack their opponents! Just like a boss in a game, anyone can use him to control it."

Brother Zi'an curled his lip, with an expression that said, "This is truly a historical tragedy: The political corruption is outrageous, and the power of the regional military governors has also taken the opportunity to grow stronger. The entire system is almost in chaos!"

Si Zi raised his finger and pointed to the high moon: "Yes, the era when Niu Sengru was alive was simply the turning point from the glory to the decline of the Tang Dynasty! If the Tang Dynasty could have lasted for a few hundred more years at that time, it might have become another Tang Empire that stood invincible in the world!"

The two exchanged a silent glance, their eyes filled with helplessness.

All the history of that time has been told; what follows is the moment when "life is but a dream."

Si Zi scratched his head, stretched, and muttered, "Sigh, no matter how profound history is, it can't fight off sleepiness. Sleep is the most important thing, and dreams are the most important!"

Brother Zi'an nodded, his lips pursed as if he had accumulated wisdom over a thousand times: "Yes, that's right. What about the decline of the Tang Dynasty, what about eunuchs and powerful ministers? They all have to stand aside for now! What I'm most anxious about now is my pillow. Niu Sengru in my dreams has to treat me to drinks!"

As he spoke, he jumped into bed with a "plop," quickly shrinking inside like a turtle, leaving only the fluffy feeling of the blankets fluttering in the wind.

Seeing this, Si Zi gave him a "you're so clever" look, and without hesitation, he slapped his pillow hard, jumped into bed with a "bang," and lay down like a square: "Alright, history can't be drunk like fine wine, a good night's sleep is the most important thing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the pillow hit him, his eyes closed instantly, and Yonghui Si's snoring resounded through the night sky.

A moment later, the room was quiet, with only the sound of the two snoring softly mingling together, as if the entire turmoil of the Tang Dynasty had quietly dissipated in their dreams.