Duling's old dream

In the first month of spring in the fifth year of Yuankang, auspicious visions appeared frequently.First there were miraculous birds and beasts that appeared in the prefecture and country, and there were also gods and nobles flying in the world.The emperor thought it was a surprise, and changed his name to Shenjue in March, rewarding the world.

In the fifth month of Xia, General Zhao Chongguo and Qiangnu General Xu Yanshou were dispatched to attack the Western Qiang.In autumn, the Xiongnu chased the kings, sages, and generals more than ten thousand to surrender.Set up the guardian of the Western Regions.

At this point, the Xiongnu surrendered to the Han Dynasty, ending a hundred years of disputes.

In the spring of the third year of Shenjue, the world is clear, the people live in peace, and the emperor builds Leyou Garden.

Time flies, spring goes from east to east, and the birds under the eaves of Weiyang Palace come and go again and again.It has been 15 years since that ignorant young man first entered the hall.

On this day, Liu Bing was reading the memorabilia just presented in the palace. He has been in a good mood for the past few days. The Xiongnu has surrendered, the foreign aggression has been calmed down, the government is well-organized and the people are in harmony. There was a beautiful white bird, which he liked so much no matter what he saw, and he planned to send it to be raised after Leyou Garden was repaired.Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a member of the palace rushed in in a panic, shouting, "The Marquis of Yangdu is dead".Liu Bing hadn't realized it at first, until the palace man knelt on the ground and talked for a long time, incoherently, before he confusedly connected the words Yangdu Houxi with Zhang Pengzu.

Marquis of Yangdu.Marquis of Yangdu.He personally sealed Yangduhou.He himself was the Marquis of Yangdu granted by Peng Zu.

The Marquis of Yangdu died.

Zhang Pengzu died.

Liu Bing already felt that his throat was blocked by something, as if he was suddenly pushed into an abyss, and his internal organs were all twisted together. He was stunned for a long time, and finally heard himself asking One sentence: "What's going on?"

"Yes... was poisoned by my young wife, the reason is unknown..." the palace man said tremblingly.

Liu Bing already nodded, put the bamboo slips in his hand on the case, stood up, took two steps, and picked up the bamboo slips again.After a while, he asked, "Where's the prisoner?"

"Received... I'm in custody, I'll choose a day to inquire about the crime." Nagong said humanely.

Liu Bing has hummed, he knows that he should say more at this moment, those heavy words such as "severe punishment, thorough investigation", those dramas that can show the deep relationship between him and Peng Zu, but the real time has come. At this moment, he felt that everything was too shallow.too shallow.

When a person who occupies most of your life is forcibly removed from your memory, how can there be words in this world that can describe such pain.

Liu Bing was already standing still on the bamboo slips, until the palace attendant called His Majesty a few times before he realized that the palace attendant seemed to be asking him some questions.

"...The Marquis of Yangdu has passed away, but his only remaining son, Zhang Ba, was born to the Marquis of Yangdu's concubine. Although he is not a direct son, he can still inherit the title according to the rules of etiquette..."

"National extermination." Liu Bing said decisively.

The palace man looked at Liu Bingji in disbelief, thinking that he hadn't explained it clearly, so he repeated: "Your Majesty, Zhang Ba is the orphan grandson of Zhang He, the former Marquis of Yangdu. According to the etiquette system, Zhang Ba should..."

Liu Bing was already standing quietly, only feeling a severe headache, as if all the surrounding air was rushing towards him, making him unable to breathe.But the palace people are still talking about etiquette, title, succession, funeral.It's as if being an emperor should take it for granted, as if the 27 years he and Peng Zu have known each other are just an understatement.Liu Bing had listened and listened, endured and endured, and finally threw the bamboo slips in his hand on the table, and said coldly: "Isn't what I said clear enough? As long as I live for a day, my big fellow will never again There is the Marquis of Yangdu."

This sentence was not spoken loudly, but every word and every word was clearly spoken, knocking back and forth in the empty hall.The man in the palace didn't even dare to breathe. He had been in the palace for several years, and he had only seen the Holy Majesty smiling gently, and it was rare for him to put on a straight face, let alone a moment of anger like this.He was tossing and turning in his mind thinking how to avoid this time, but Liu Bingji suddenly seemed to be bored, waved his hand at him, and sighed deeply: "... Forget it, let's go."

That day in Chang'an was very windy, but there was no rain.The palace people were in a hurry when they left, the half-open palace door creaked in the wind, a flock of wild geese flitted across the gray sky, and a suppressed cry suddenly came from the inner palace of Weiyang Palace.

Ten years later, in the winter of the first year of Huanglong, Liu Xun, the 43-year-old Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, contracted a disease. In December, he became seriously ill and collapsed in Weiyang Palace. It was buried on Hongguyuan, where he played most often when he was young.It was called Duling in history.

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