Liu Che didn't have time to explore Gillian's heart too much, and his father fell ill. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At first, I wasn't very sick, just a little uncomfortable.

But after lingering for two months, the illness began to launch the accumulated prestige, and the reclusive famous doctors outside the palace were also helpless, and several grand witch celebrations were held in the palace for the emperor's illness.

However, Gillian can only say this in her heart, and no one can say it.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, the funeral sacrifices of nobles, the blessings and disasters of the country, natural disasters, diplomatic wars, etc., are all in charge of Wuzhu.

Although Wu Zhu in the Han Dynasty did not have such a high status, it was still the impression that Wu Zhu gave to ordinary people through ghosts and gods.

In witchcraft, there are two kinds of witchcraft: good and evil. Evil is the reason why Gillian was abolished by sacrificing and cursing evil gods in history.

Emperor Jing's illness lingered until the first month, and it had gradually shown twilight.

Even the Empress Dowager Dou, who had always prayed to her ancestors to bless her composure, also cried a few times in front of Gillian, and by this time, the entire empire had focused its energy on paying attention to the emperor's condition.

Liu Che and Gillian served Emperor Jing day and night, and Queen Wang wept day and night. At this time, Guan Tao came to the palace to comfort the queen and no longer fight with her, and the relationship between the two sisters-in-law seemed to have returned to the previous intimacy in times of trouble.

This year, the three years after Emperor Jing, was the darkest year for Liu Che and the four counties in northern Xinjiang.

The emperor was critically ill, and the crown prince was young.

Affected by the Rebellion of the Seven Kings, at this pass, most of the border troops were called back to monitor the unstable princely kingdoms, resulting in insufficient troops to defend the Xiongnu in the border fortress.

How did the changes of the Han Dynasty escape the eyes of the grassland?

Shan Yuzheng, a Xiongnu military minister, was dissatisfied with the recent disobedience of the Han court, and wanted to ask the Han court for some more benefits. The spies sent by the mainland turned around and said that it was because the emperor of the Han Dynasty was seriously ill, and this Xiongnu Shan Yu, who had grown up on horseback since childhood, immediately decided to raise troops again.

The Xiongnu cavalry went south, and for a time the northern frontier of the Han Kingdom was full of smoke.

Burning, killing, looting, and doing no evil.

Compared to the previous harassment, this time it was really outrageous.

Since Emperor Jing was seriously ill, he was handed over to the crown prince to supervise the country.

The rampant southward movement of the Xiongnu cavalry made the border newspapers fly to Chang'an like snowflakes. The geometry of the tired military horses along the way, even the heralds were almost dehydrated because of the days and nights of running.

However, these side newspapers, which were sent with hope and prayer in the middle of thousands of miles, were destined to be only seen.

Liu Che didn't close his eyes well for almost a few nights, his father's illness weighed heavily on his heart, and the Huns' robbery and the fierce eyes of the vassal kings were even more overwhelming.

These tremendous pressures made him grow up quickly.

There was silence too.

He was so tired that he fell asleep, and in his dreams he would always wave and cheer and march.

Gillian was awakened by him every time, and it was no surprise to see him with his teeth and claws and hideous face later. Her heart was full of pain, her uncle was seriously ill, and he was stronger in front of everyone. But in fact, he is only sixteen years old this year, and he is still a child.

However, the military report and his father told him that he had to grow up.

Gillian knew that his heart was full of anger now. She has also read those military reports, Liu Che never avoided her, she couldn't give him any comfort except for the same anger and grief as him, she couldn't tell him that you would drive these Huns away in the future, and you would fight back against them.

Even if he knew the history, he would be sad for the current powerlessness, and blame himself for the people who cried and had no way to go at the border.

At the same time, a county in the north of the Han Dynasty.

The flames soared into the sky, almost half of the sky was red.

The night was dark, because the fire burned like day.

This group of Xiongnu elite cavalry, which was no more than 100 people, invaded this small county with lightning speed in the evening, and the roaring cavalry, regardless of men, women, and children, almost cut down people at sight, as easily and casually as chopping melons and vegetables.

These fierce horsemen sat on their horses and laughed, and their horses had human heads hanging from their tails.

He is one of the few county soldiers in this small county.

Although their weak resistance did not last for three quarters of an hour, in the end many people hid in the dark chambers of the wells. They prayed to themselves, hoping that they would be able to leave when they had enough.

This time, it's obviously different than usual.

Human beings are really complex creatures. These cavalrymen also have families, and they also love their mothers and their children. However, as soon as they got on their horses and picked up their bows and arrows, they became excited by the infestation of human blood.

And this time, there was no Han Dynasty army that would come to the rescue.

So, they are patient.

They searched from house to house, and then killed every living person they saw. Whether it's a young son who is still in swaddling clothes, or an old man who is already old and has dry hands. In absolute superiority and strength, they did not show a trace of pity, almost one by one, and then burst into laughter, muttering unintelligible words in their mouths, as if they were laughing at the cowardice and uselessness of the Han people.

In the end, they got tired of playing.

Light a fire and burn the city.

The firelight turned the city into a city of fire.

They whistled a whistle and whistled away.

Full of coziness and cheerfulness, as if it had not been an unequal massacre just now.

A mother was hiding in a small tunnel dug at home with her child, and the child was very scared and panicked, and he clung to his mother's sleeve. I didn't ask my father, my father was a county soldier, was my father alive or dead at this time? He didn't dare to ask his mother, and he didn't dare to think about it again.

He leaned on the tunnel and listened carefully for a while, and it was the sound of the horse's hooves moving away.

He rejoiced, and his mother's eyes lit up.

But, after a while, they heard the sound of the beams of the house that had collapsed due to the burning of the fire smashing down, crackling.

Despair filled the eyes of the mother and son.

They covered the tunnels with thatch, and then put wooden planks.

These fires burned, and in such a fire, they would be burned alive.

The mother touched the child's head with tears in her eyes, unable to speak. The Huns set fire to the city, and when her husband died, she went to accompany him.

But, child, child, child.

It's so small.

Grown to this size, I haven't eaten a few meals of meat yet.

Long and skinny, but sensible and caring. Knowing that the family is bitter, he never asks for anything in terms of food and clothing.

Why is that?

As a human being, she touched her conscience and swore that she could say that she had not done a bad thing. Why call her such a young child to be burned to death?

She held the child tightly, and the child realized that death was imminent. He was scared, he didn't know what death meant. He stretched out his hand to clumsily wipe away the tears from his mother's face, and said in a milky voice: "Mother, don't be afraid, I'm not afraid." ”

She burst into tears.

The approaching fire was already felt in the tunnel, and the heat was scorching the two mothers and sons. She hugged her son tightly and shouted unwillingly and sadly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you seen it? She didn't finish her words, and almost instantly the fire burned the thatch on the hole in the ground.

In the midst of this flame, she hugged her son with the last of her consciousness.

She can't be separated from the child, and she has to take care of him when she goes underground.

This night, the northern border counties of the Han Dynasty don't know how many cities were burned like this, how many people died, and how many people shouted Your Majesty before they died.

However, the Son of Heaven, he is not the Son of Heaven after all.

He can't save himself now, so how can he save these people who are shouting his name?

This year was the most difficult year for the four counties in northern Xinjiang of the Western Han Dynasty, and the Xiongnu cavalry invaded the border for several months, causing the four counties in northern Xinjiang to rapidly reduce their personnel, and more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians were killed and wounded, and the captives were as many as 100,000, which was equivalent to the total population of Dinglang County, Yanmen County, Dai County, and Shanggu County at that time.

The heavy snow of the first month could not cover this bloody area, and the war was originally a conflict of interests between countries, but the unilateral massacre of unarmed civilians was outrageous.

At this time, Emperor Jing Liu Qi, who was famous in history books for governing with Wenjing and doing nothing, also came to the last moment of his life.

In the front hall of Weiyang Palace, a group of people have gathered for several days.

They are all important ministers of the imperial court and royal clans.

At very moments, they were allowed to live in the palace in case of emergency.

Their faces were sad, sad but sober, knowing that they were waiting for the emperor's great trip. Then, escort the new monarch of the empire.

The truth is often a bit cruel and sad to say.

But it's true, whether it's the Son of Heaven or a slave, they are treated so fairly in front of death, and they are all so powerless.

On the royal couch in the inner hall, it was Liu Qi who was lying. After a few months of lingering sickness, his face turned pale, but the power of returning to the light made him barely support to explain the aftermath. He cheered up and looked around at the man kneeling in front of the couch, his hand clasped the prince's hand.

He looked at Liu Che's red and swollen eyes and pale face, the prince was sick day and night, and the time he slept was almost saved, Liu Qi was sad and moved by his son's filial piety. He was thirty-two years old when he succeeded to the throne, and he was able to take charge of the throne on his own. He is not worried about the prince's talent, and he has always been very proud of him. But he is only sixteen, and Liu Qi has experienced the enthusiasm and vigor of young people.

If he is not worried about Liu Che, it is only here.

The prince was so smart that he barely fell on his heels.

Liu Qi thought that he could take care of the prince for a few more years and teach him the way of the emperor.

He had his own body, he just didn't expect this day to come so quickly.

He firmly believes that his son will definitely be a generation of Mingjun, but at the same time he is afraid that Liu Che will wrestle because of his intelligence and blood. Wrestling is nothing when you are a prince, but when the emperor makes a mistake, how many people should shed blood for it?

His gaze moved back along the crown prince, and it was the crown princess Jiaojiao who knelt with the prince. The makeup she cried was all gone, this child, a pure heart. He wanted to reach out and comfort her as he had done when he was a child, but he couldn't.

He could only look at Jiaojiao, who was both a niece and a daughter-in-law, lovingly, and then his eyes went up, it was the eldest sister Princess Guantao. She completely lost her domineering momentum in the past, because she was in a hurry and didn't take care of it, she came in her homely clothes, and she looked a little embarrassed. He doesn't worry about his sister and Jiaojiao, he trusts Che'er to take care of them.

The queen knelt at his other hand, and he turned his head to look at her. She's tucking him in the corners, and it's a completely pointless move. She was very flustered, she was also middle-aged, but she was still so flustered. Liu Qi is not worried about her, her son is the emperor, and she will be the queen mother.