Chapter six hundred and fortieth the mind of the cool king
In the warm pavilion of Li Linfu's unique crescent-shaped main hall in Pingkangfang, Li Linfu stood in front of a half-yellow Cotoneaster tree with scissors in hand, and cut the yellow leaves into the soil one by one.
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The chief steward came up with tea and persuaded A Lang: "The leaves turn yellow too quickly, so A Lang might as well discard it and replace it with another one next year."
Li Linfu lost his mind and said sadly: "Next year, I still have several next years."
Then he said even more pessimistically: "If the tree is dry, it can be replaced. If some things are dry, can they be replaced?"
The chief steward may understand what Alang is saying, or he may not. After he handed over the sencha, he was about to retreat when he suddenly remembered something. He turned around and crossed his hands and said, "There is someone in the palace. Do you want to see Alang?"
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"Of course I want to see you, please come in."
The person who entered the door was a young man wearing ordinary clothes. If you didn't listen to his words, you wouldn't be able to tell whether he was a eunuch or not. However, the groveling energy he displayed at this moment was quite a bit like a slave.
Li Linfu was also very polite to him. He invited him to sit cross-legged on the ground and asked, "I must have something important for you to come here this time."
The eunuch came to Li Linfu's ear and whispered a few words in a low voice. Li Linfu's face was as pale as the color of earth as he heard the sound of thunder.
"He really said that?"
"Absolutely true."
Li Linfu suddenly couldn't hide his anger and shouted excitedly to the sky: "Oh my God! I, Li Linfu, have been in politics for nearly 20 years and have been in charge of the government for more than ten years, but I would lose to an ignorant and incompetent son of a relative! Your Majesty, you
Are you so confused that you can’t even distinguish between talents and mediocrity?”
This pessimistic call seemed to be the most correct call for Li Linfu in his life, but what he was thinking about was still not helping the country, but his old body, which would definitely be settled by those who came after him. Yang Guozhong had never been a tolerant person.
His eyes darkened with grief, and he fainted backwards. The servants quickly came forward to hug him and helped him lie down on the bed.
After a while, Li Linfu slowly woke up, and sitting next to him was the full-time medical officer of the mansion. The medical officer took the pulse on his hand, crossed his hands and said: "Alang, you have long-term accumulation of depression, which has caused the lungs to produce...
If you have a disease, you need to rest peacefully and avoid being exposed to the cold."
Li Linfu knew very well that he was angry with the emperor and Yang Guozhong. He now has two enemies that he cannot bear to care about even if they die, one is Yang Guozhong and the other is An Lushan. He can predict the future of these two people.
Although he was in discord, he could not predict the fate of the Tang Dynasty. He just saw the small but failed to see the big. He was so weak and helpless in the face of the laws of history.
At the lowest point of the end of such an empire's prosperity, and at the final point of his life, he suddenly wanted to create an opponent who would make the confrontation between the two more difficult. This would be the most proud plan of his life, and this plan might be able to
Suppressing An Lushan's ambition may determine Yang Zhao's final fate.
Li Linfu thought of this and supported his sick body to get up from the bed. The chief steward and his family members quickly tried to dissuade him, but he was too stubborn to say anything.
"Come here, sharpen ink for me!"
Wearing a white midriff, he sat in front of the desk, his energy gathered between his eyebrows again. Two servants served him carefully, one sharpened the ink and the other selected the ink tube, then filled the ink and handed it to Li Genu's hands.
His hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but when it fell on the paper, it was as steady as a rock, and he finally wrote the first line...
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As soon as the cold autumn arrived, Li Longji took his beloved concubines and ministers to live in the Lishan Hot Spring Palace. Li Linfu, who was seriously ill, was also invited by the emperor and was carried by his family's servants in a soft sedan, following the mighty traveling procession.
Head to Zhaoying County, where Lishan Mountain is located.
Zhaoying County was originally named Huichang. This county system was specially designed for the Lishan Huaqing Palace. Because around the scale of the Lishan Huaqing Palace, a huge urban cluster has been formed, which is comparable to the area of a county in Chang'an City. Therefore,
Li Longji used Lishan Mountain to build Huichang and controlled the number of people in the building to prevent it from continuing to expand and make Guanzhong overwhelmed.
After Li Linfu arrived in Zhaoying, he became even more seriously ill due to the delay in the journey. The medical officer at his residence prepared several doses of medicine, but they were ineffective. His family members were so sick that they sought medical treatment and found a famous witch doctor nearby. When the witch doctor saw that it was Li Linfu, he
Not daring to be negligent, he came up with a seemingly reliable excuse and said: "My husband, this is a mental disease that caused the evil spirits to invade. If I can see a saint, I will be able to drive away the evil spirits and make the condition better."
Li Linfu immediately sent his family to inscribe a letter and sent someone to the Feishuang Palace in the palace to deliver it to the emperor. After all, the emperor and his ministers had been together for more than ten years, and the emperor still had feelings for Li Linfu and decided to visit him.
Yuan Siyi and several eunuchs quickly dissuaded him: "Your Majesty, since Li Linfu is suffering from a serious disease and his condition is unclear, Your Majesty cannot put himself in danger. It is better to send a trusted person to visit on Your Majesty's behalf."
Li Longji was quite hesitant, twirling his beard and said: "Li Linfu wrote in a letter saying that the witch doctor claimed that seeing me can drive away evil spirits and improve the condition. How can I ignore it?"
"Hey, your majesty, don't trust the words of the witch doctor." Yuan Siyi suddenly thought and stepped forward quickly to say: "Li Linfu's letter said that seeing your majesty will make you better. Why bother to see him in person? Your majesty only needs to stand in a high building.
Come on, just let Li Linfu take a look from a distance. This will not only ensure the safety of His Majesty, but also fulfill the righteousness of the monarch and his ministers."
The way this little guy thinks about things is different from normal people. They are trying every possible means to prevent Li Linfu from seeing the emperor, but they actually have a deeper consideration.
Yuan Siyi and the group of eunuchs who advised him were originally Li Linfu's insiders in the palace.
Li Linfu is seriously ill and will die soon. Who is the happiest after hearing the news? Is it his enemy? Of course not. All his enemies on the surface have died long ago, and the enemies behind him bear deep hatred. Li Linfu's death is a big surprise to them.
It's too cheap to cut with your own hands. How can cutting it into pieces with a thousand knives relieve their deep hatred?
The people who want him dead most now are the eunuchs he bribed in the palace, including Yuan Siyi, all of them accepted Li Linfu's benefits and collected the emperor's activities and words and deeds for him. It's a bit ugly.
It is said that they monitor the emperor for the right minister. But there is no airtight wall in the world. Once what they do is known to the emperor, they will inevitably end up dead. If the instigator behind it dies, then this matter will always become a secret, no matter
will be mentioned again.
Li Longji accepted Yuan Siyi's opinion and ordered Li Linfu's family to carry him to the courtyard. He climbed to the Shengsheng Pavilion in the palace tower, holding a red scarf in his hand and waving to Li Linfu condescendingly.
The old man lying on the bed is already in his twilight years. He may have been famous for a while, or he may have been in charge of the government alone, intimidating the ministers and making everyone in the world fear him. He will eventually enter the road of death. His withered arms gently raised,
Looking at the vague king on the building, I felt infinitely desolate in my heart.
From the twenty-fifth year since he opened his business to the eleventh year of Tianbao, he has been in charge of the emperor's government for sixteen years, and he has shouldered the infamy for his laziness for sixteen years. He has shouldered all the neglected government affairs of the emperor.
, he knew what kind of minister he needed, so he was willing to shoulder this role. Now he is seriously ill, but he can't get him even if he wants to see him. As expected, the coldest thing in the world is the heart of a king.
The red scarf in Li Longji's hand had obscured all images, leaving only concrete symbols floating in his eyes.
The right minister moved his fingers with difficulty: "You, please thank His Majesty for me."
Li Linfu's sons, wives and concubines knelt on the ground, bowed to the emperor on the high building, bowed three times and kowtowed.