The World of Yellow Sky

The emperor distrusted them more and more, and they were drifting away from the emperor.

Zhang Rang is naturally very clear about what will happen to the eunuch who lost the trust of the emperor.

Zhang Rang looked back at Zhao Zhong.

Zhao Zhong also showed panic in his eyes.

From the perspective of outsiders, they have power over the government and the opposition, and they act recklessly.

But they knew that they were weaker than children in front of the emperor who controlled the inner court, the guards and the embroidered messengers.

The emperor wanted to get rid of them, it was as easy as crushing an ant.

Why is it?

The sun above his head did not make Zhang Rang feel a little warm, but it was like falling into an ice cave.

Cold sweat slowly seeped out of Zhang Rang's body.

Seeing Liu Hong stepping into Houde Hall, both Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong were worried.

"Zhang Rang..."

Zhao Zhong took a step forward. He has been in a high position for a long time, but today he really panicked.

The Son of Heaven had been estranged from them for some time.

In the past month, they have not seen the emperor much.

Zhang Rang's face was gloomy, and he took a last look at the Houde Hall, which had closed its gate, turned around and said in a deep voice, "We'll talk about it when we go back..."

……

Just as the door of Houde Hall was closed, Liu Hong's foot became unsteady, and his body fell limply to the side.

Even with Jian Shuo's support, he almost fell to the ground.

"Country, are you okay?"

Jian Shuo's body sank slightly, and he helped Liu Hong up in time with both hands, and asked in a low voice with concern.

"It's okay."

Liu Hong waved his hand, then pointed to the front and said.

"Help me to the meeting."

Jian Shuo helped Liu Hong to the bed and sat down.

Even though Jian Shuo was quite strong, Liu Hong weighed more than 100 catties after all, so it took a lot of effort.

"National, rest for a while."

Jian Shuo knelt beside the bed, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was a little choked up.

If someone observes Liu Hong's complexion carefully now, he will find that the blood on his face is actually the effect of makeup.

In fact, Liu Hong's illness did not improve, but began to worsen.

His health was deteriorating day by day, and the repeated news of the rebellion this time made Liu Hong even more frightened and angry, and his condition aggravated again.

Liu Hong sighed.

He knew that it was time to think about his own affairs.

Those imperial physicians dared not speak up, Jian Shuo also faltered, and Liu Hong did not force Jian Shuo to speak out.

But he knew that he was probably already terminally ill, and it was difficult to cure it.

It's just that there are internal and external troubles now, Prince Bian is only about 12 years old, and Liu Xie is only seven years old.

The current situation of the Han Empire is at its darkest.

How can Liu Hong give up the throne to his youngest son with confidence.

He was only 12 years old when he went from Jiedu Pavilion to Luoyang Palace to succeed him.

Back then, Liu Hong was installed on the throne by those ministers, just like a clay statue of a god, it was just a symbol.

No one really regarded him as an emperor.

Liu Hong also didn't know how to be an emperor.

No one has trained him, no one has been his teacher, before he was only a Tinghou of Jieduting.

His father, Liu Chang, died early, and Liu Hong was allowed to inherit the title of Marquis of Jieduting.

Dong raised him alone.

No one can help him, only the name of the emperor.

It wasn't until he grew up, until he slowly cultivated his own power, and gradually took charge of the government, that these things began to change.

He finally became an emperor who could control himself.

During the pro-government period, at first only the barbarians and demons rebelled in remote areas.

These people were only pacified by Lu Zhi, Zang Min, Zhu Jun and others.

Therefore, Liu Hong believes that the world is as stable as Mount Tai, so he enjoys life with peace of mind and rarely asks about political affairs.

But unexpectedly, after the Yellow Turban Rebellion, the great man's national power has been declining, just like his current body, and it is getting worse day by day.

Difficulties both at home and abroad.

Liu Hong intends to train Liu Xie to succeed him. Whether it is temperament or intelligence, Liu Xie is far better than his elder brother Liu Bian.

Liu Bian was indecisive and obedient, and it was hard for Liu Hong to let him take charge of the big man who was drifting in the wind and rain.

The current situation is complicated and confusing, and the northern barrier has been lost.

Among the courtiers, there are many dissatisfied people.

How can an indecisive emperor, a 12-year-old emperor, manage such a situation.

Today is different from the past. When Liu Hong was in power in the past, the world was considered peaceful.

but……

In the current court, who is the important minister who can trust Gu?

Although Liu Xie has the appearance of a gentleman, he is too young, how can he bear the heavy burden.

"Jian Shuo."

Liu Hong felt that his body was becoming heavier and heavier, and his throat seemed to be pierced by countless needles.

He held Jian Shuo's hand with difficulty, looked at Jian Shuo, and said with difficulty.

"I know that my illness may not be cured."

Jian Shuo lowered his head, he didn't want to look into Liu Hong's eyes, he couldn't bear to look at Liu Hong like this.

"It will be fine, and the country will definitely get better."

Jian Shuo tried his best to control his trembling body.

"The country is as constant as the moon, and as rising as the sun. It is like the longevity of Nanshan Mountain, and it will never collapse. It is like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, and everything will be inherited. The country is the son of heaven, and the country will never fall under the disease."

Liu Hong smiled and said, "This is a sentence from The Book of Songs."

"Tianbao Dinger, also the solidity of holes. Bier is thick, why not get rid of it? Bier Duoyi, there is no one who is not concubine."

"Pity……"

Liu Hong shook his head and sighed.

"Immortal, eternal life..."

"It's just an unrealistic fantasy. There are no real immortals in this world..."

Liu Hong looked over Jian Shuo's shoulder to the window of Houde Hall.

It is different from the darkness and lifelessness in Houde Hall, but outside it is sunny and full of vitality.

"The great virtuous and good teacher of the Taiping Dao, who received the "Taiping Sutra" from the gods and men from the cloud, is proficient in calling wind and rain, driving thunder and electricity, and is proficient in everything. He uses talisman water to cure diseases and save sentient beings."

"But the result?"

Liu Hong's chest rose and fell, and he laughed with difficulty.

"But he died on the sick bed, and that horn is nothing more than a mortal body."

"People in the world often say that there are immortals. I am the son of heaven and rich in the world, but I am still plagued by diseases. I have never seen the real immortal on land."

Ironic.

Zhang Jiao, the great virtuous teacher who claimed to have obtained the fairy book and enlightenment from the immortal, died on the sickbed.

He, the Son of Heaven who was ordered by heaven, will also die at the hands of disease.

"Jian Shuo!"

Liu Hong held Jian Shuo's hand tightly, he stood up, stared at Jian Shuo and shouted.

"Look up and look at me."

Jian Shuo raised his head slowly, tears had blurred his eyes, making Jian Shuo hardly able to see Liu Hong's face clearly.

Liu Hong has regained some strength, and his face has gradually turned a little red, no longer the weird red painted by the makeup.

Jian Shuo wiped away the tears in front of his eyes with his sleeve.

"I'm not dead yet, why are you feeling sad?"

Liu Hong slowed down his voice. Jian Shuo had served him for many years, and he always tried his best to handle everything he asked.

This little Huangmen in the past was a bit straightforward, and he never said a word when he was bullied by others.

Just because of a joke of his own, he was willing to risk his life to complete it.

When the danger approached, Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and others were terrified, but Jian Shuo's first reaction was to protect him with his body.

"People's hearts are unpredictable, Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong already have their hearts towards the He family..."

"I don't have much time, the only thing I'm worried about is two things."

Liu Hong sighed again.

"One is the succession to the throne."

"At present, there are rebellions within the big man, which will continue all day long, and there are powerful enemies outside, and the tiger's eyes are delayed, and they want to chase them away."

"I intend to make Liu Xie emperor, but it's not a good time right now. I can hold on for a while. You must plan this matter and make no mistakes. You understand."

Liu Hong said in a stern tone.

"I understand."

Jian Shuo nodded solemnly.

"This is the first thing, and the second is my mother."

Liu Hong leaned on the bed and instructed with great effort.

"After I die, I'm afraid that the struggle for power and profit will be unavoidable in this imperial palace. My queen mother is quite upright, but when it comes to tactics, she is not as good as others."

"You are the captain of the military academy, and you are also in charge of the embroidered clothes messenger. You must protect my mother's life no matter what."

"The authority of the Xiyuan Imperial Army has to be distributed to those aristocratic families, but..."

Jian Shuo felt the strength from Liu Hong's hand.

"And remember, at any time, you must firmly control the military power. As long as the Imperial Guards in the West Garden are there, the court officials are small, and the generals are outside, then there will be no dissatisfaction."

"I put you in charge of the Embroidered Clothes Emissary, not only giving you the power to monitor, but also the power to kill. You can use this power to control the imperial army and take back the military power."

"When necessary, all means can be used."

There was an astonishing killing intent in Liu Hong's eyes.

Jian Shuo's heart was slightly cold, and he nodded and replied: "Minister, remember."

Liu Hong closed his eyes and rested for a while, as if he remembered something, he said to Jian Shuo.

"Don't relax the supervision of Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong and others."

Jian Shuo's eyes were slightly cold, and he said in a low voice.