Song Dian lowered his head and trotted towards the main hall in a hurry. With a serious expression on his face, he lowered his head and quickly passed through the winding path.
The emperor was sitting in the main hall, looking at the piles of memorials on the wooden desk. After reading for a while, he felt a little headache. For some reason, he had always felt a little depressed in the past two days, and his chest felt like a huge stone was pressing on it. He thought, maybe this is
It was because Wang Fu of Yangzhou was sending fewer and fewer memorials. Many times, he would directly write a memorial to tell himself the results, without asking him his thoughts beforehand.
This made the emperor particularly displeased. Although Wang Fu was notorious in the temple and in the world, in Yangzhou, he was a great contributor to the governance of Yangzhou and won the hearts of the people of Yangzhou. Coupled with the Yangzhou Navy, he seemed to have become the second son of the emperor.
The first minister who was wary was Dou Wu, who had already been raided. He felt that it was time for him to transfer Wang Fu away from Yangzhou.
The situation in Yangzhou is now improving. As long as he sends another capable minister to take his place, he can stabilize the situation, the emperor thought to himself.
"Country!!" Song Dian suddenly ran in and knelt down in front of the emperor. His eyes were filled with tears and he couldn't stop wailing. The emperor was a little unhappy, waved his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
"He Gong, He Gong is gone..." Song Dian cried.
The emperor stared at him blankly for a moment, then kicked over the wooden case in front of him, rushed forward, grabbed Song Dian's neck, and looked at him fiercely. His face turned red, and there was a trace of blood on his forehead.
The veins were beating continuously, and he roared angrily: "How dare you deceive me? Do you want to die?"
"Just now, the guards of He Mansion came to announce that Mr. He has passed away..."
The little fat man let go of Song Dian's neck and staggered for a few steps. His eyes were red and he shook his head. He raised his head, and there were tears in his eyes. When had Song Dian ever seen the emperor look like this? The little fat man raised his head in sorrow.
Howling, he spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards.
Song Dian was frightened, rushed forward, supported the emperor, and shouted: "Where is the imperial doctor's order?!"
"I have an appointment with your ancestors, so I came to teach you."
"You idiot, what did you understand again?"
"Bold Dou Wu, dare to bully my disciple? Take my sword!!!"
"Your Majesty, as long as this old thief is dismissed, the world will be at peace!"
"If the family and country are peaceful, there will be no evildoers..."
"Can we still avenge the revenge of nine generations?"
"Your Majesty... please give Bian'er a sword after my death..."
"Master He!!" The emperor shouted, suddenly stood up from the bed, turned around and saw a group of Huang Men kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. Beside him, the Queen Mother Song looked at him with red eyes.
When he woke up, he cried while hugging him. The little fat man looked around blankly, letting Queen Song hug him and cry. Xun You on the side shouted: "Everyone, please leave with me!"
Soon, only the emperor and the queen were left in the palace. The emperor was held by Empress Song. Tears kept falling from his eyes. He suddenly started crying and burst out crying. He hugged Empress Song and cried loudly, crying in pain.
Then, Queen Song hugged him tightly, forced to stop crying, and patted the emperor's back gently.
"Master is gone...wuwu..."
"I..." The emperor cried sadly and kept sobbing. This look made Empress Song extremely heartbroken. She did not expect that this man who was as cold and ruthless as a mountain could have such an appearance. Now,
He was not like a great emperor, he was like a helpless baby. Empress Song held him tightly and constantly comforted him.
............
The prince sat on the branch of the mulberry tree and watched everyone coming and going with some confusion. When he saw Yuan Shu and others crying, he carried Ye Ye out, placed him on a wooden board, and began to shower and wash him. , seeing this scene, he was a little confused, looked down, and asked: "Erlang, what are you doing?"
"Why Ziyaye?"
Yuan Shu raised his head, his eyes full of sorrow and pain, but he didn't reply. He was just busy with everyone. The little fat man continued to sit on the mulberry tree. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little afraid of everything happening below, and just wanted to know one thing. The man was staying on this big mulberry tree. At some point, he lowered his head and saw that Ye Ye had disappeared. There were only some guards underneath, wearing white clothes, standing with their heads lowered.
"Your Highness..."
"Huh?" The little fat man lowered his head and looked at the guard under the tree in confusion.
"Please come down, we are going back to the palace..."
"You guys go back, I want to wait here for Ye Ye, he said he would take me to play by the river today..."
The guard cried, but there was nothing he could do to persuade him.
The tenth year of Jianning, the end of the year
In the Hejian Kingdom, a yellow dragon appeared in the well.
Situ Hexiu died.
When the emperor heard this, he suddenly fainted and spurted out blood. He personally mourned his master. Why did the people of the world mourn? The people, no matter knights, scholars, soldiers, or farmers, were all mourning the death of this great Han Zhongliang. This great Confucian had become a great scholar. The Han Dynasty's will was to govern Gongyang, but in the end he did not complete his work or fulfill his lifelong wish.
However, he taught a wise king who revitalized the Han Dynasty and became the heroic and arrogant will of the Han people.
His death was undoubtedly extremely painful for the Han Dynasty. When the emperor mourned for him, hundreds of officials came together, and the people of Luoyang spontaneously came to mourn him. The cries of countless people resounded in every corner of the Han Dynasty. Wen Renxi, Yuan Feng, Lu Zhi, Duan Jiong, Xing Ziang, Dong Zhuo, Sun Jian, Dian Wei, Cao Cao, Wang Yun, Huangfu Song, Zhu Jun, Yang Qiu, Zhang He, countless people mourned for him, even Wang who was far away in Yangzhou symbol.
After hearing that He Xiu had passed away, he didn't feel the slightest bit gloating about his misfortune. He raised his head, and tears rolled down his eyes. This funeral was extremely grand. The emperor repeatedly awarded him titles and titles, and buried him with tears in his eyes. However, here During this period, the little fat man did not show up. He still stayed on the mulberry tree in He Mansion, waiting for Ye Ye to pick him up.
Leading many Huangmen, the emperor came to the He Mansion. He raised his head and looked at the withered mulberry tree. On the tree, the little fat man sat alone, holding his chin with his hands, observing the surroundings carefully. When he saw the emperor, he didn't speak. He just sat quietly. The emperor endured the pain in his heart and shouted: "Bian'er, come down."
"No, I have to wait..."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I know that he... will come back to you soon. You come down first and follow me back to the palace..."
"If I leave, he won't be able to find me when he comes back!" the little fat man said a little aggrievedly.
The emperor gritted his teeth, pulled out a shining sword from his waist, and said: "Master He gave this sword to me before he left, and asked me to give it to you... Come down, this is a sword. Cutting through iron like clay...you will definitely like it..."
"Yeye said that if one day he leaves me, as long as I don't cry, he will give me a sword..."