"Your Majesty, the Yellow Gate and two hours ago, has rushed to the prince's mansion, according to the Yellow Gate, the prince is not in the house, only a young child, I don't know where the prince goes, the yellow gate waited for half an hour, the prince did not return, inform the young child of everything, ask him to report on his behalf, but return."

The Son of Heaven nodded, frowned, and said, "Where is Zhang He?" ”

Zhang He walked out from among the hundred officials, stood in the center, arched his hands, lowered his head, and ordered: "Send someone to find Wang Fu and bring him to the palace!" ”

"Yes!"

After explaining the matter about Wang Fu, the Son of Heaven entered the main topic, that is, about the appointment and arrangement of Xing Ziang, Zhang He took the lead in asking for resignation and leaving, walked out of the palace, and hurried to the mansion of the embroidered messenger.

The last time they saw the embroidered messenger go out like this, it was when Dong thief rebelled, at that time, Yang Qiu led the embroidered messenger to arrest all the rebels involved in this case in Luoyang, and the killing of Luoyang was a river of blood, and Zhang He's action, although he was not arrested, but also carried out a very careful search in Luoyang, and did not let go of any area, and the people were terrified.

The officials didn't dare to ask, but Sun Jian, the captain of the Southern Army battalion, came to ask, he was also worried about what was going on, and came to ask whether the Son of Heaven was going to mobilize the soldiers of the North and South Army, Zhang He made it clear that he was looking for Situ Wanggong, and Sun Jian did not come to inquire again, such a large-scale search, Zhang He did not find the whereabouts of Wang Fu in a short time.

Only heard the words of the captain of the city gate, when the prince was not in the morning, he led the guards out of the city of Luoyang, they did not dare to stop the interrogation, learning the news, Zhang He ordered the embroidered messengers in the entire Sili area to take action, and they must find the prince in a short time, he was also worried in his heart, whether this Situ was killed by someone, if this is the case, he obviously can't bear the anger of the Son of Heaven.

After searching for nearly two hours, there was no whereabouts of the prince.

And at this time, in the temple, the Son of Heaven has worshiped Xing Ziang as Shang Shuling, in addition, Hanzhong Taishou Wang Sheng, because of his merit promotion to Yangzhou Thorn History, went to replace Xing Ziang, this Taishou who stayed in the position of Taishou for a full ten years, finally saw the dawn, and Xing Ziang, but did not show how happy he was because of serving as Shang Shuling, after years of training, he is also quite mature.

Xing Ziang is the confidant of the Son of Heaven, the absolute confidant, after the death of He Gong, Wenren Gong and other important ministers, there are not a few ministers left in the temple who can dissuade the Son of Heaven, at this time, Xing Ziang is directly serving as Shang Shuling, the power of the Son of Heaven, at this moment, seems to have become irresistible, and the core of the temple today is completely composed of the henchmen of the Son of Heaven.

This is not a good thing for hundreds of officials.

For the world, it is by no means a good thing, the hundred officials sadly found that for what they say now, only Wang Fu can meet their requirements, and can get up to dissuade the Son of Heaven, although they hate Wang Fu to the bone, but this temple is indispensable for Wang Fu, in addition, Cai Yong and Zhang Wen also have such qualifications, the problem is that Cai Yong is humble and rarely speaks.

And Zhang Wen, don't say it.

I didn't find Wang Fu's figure for a long time, Zhang He was already a little anxious, suddenly, he was stunned, a place appeared in his mind, his eyes widened, he got on the horse and galloped wildly, a group of embroidered messengers followed, they didn't quite understand where Zhang He went, but, looking at Zhang He's solemn expression, he didn't dare to ask more, just follow.

Quiet cemetery.

Wang Fu sat cross-legged in front of a cemetery with his hair scattered.

He held a pot of wine in his hand, raised his head, poured it violently, the bitter wine and tears swallowed into his stomach together, the guards stood far away, looking at Wang Fu with some concern, Wang Fu led them here early in the morning, sat here for several hours, they were a little unbearable, for such a long time, Wang Fu did not say a word, extremely silent.

He just sat in front of the grave where he heard the attack, drinking jugs and jugs of wine.

The guards spotted the cavalry coming quickly in the distance, obviously, Wang Fu, who was drunk, also noticed these people, the guards reacted immediately, pulled out the long knife at his waist, Wang Fu staggered to his feet, poured the wine jug in his hand to the ground, and then threw it away, and staggered towards the guards, walked a few steps, and stopped.

He turned his head, looked at the cemetery, and asked in a low voice, "Is the treasury real?" ”

He stopped, waited for a long time, and did not wait for the answer that the treasury was empty.

After Zhang He saw these guards, he calmed down, sighed, dismounted, and asked all the surrounding soldiers to dismount, not to alarm Wen Rengong, he didn't pass the test, waiting here, not long, the guards supported Wang Fu, slowly walked in front of them, Wang Fu squinted his eyes, looked at him for a long time, and then recognized him.

"What are you here for?"

"Situ Gong, Your Majesty is urgently calling"

"Heh" Wang Fu burped, nodded in a daze, and was about to go to the palace, Zhang He frowned, thought for a moment, and asked: "Prince, why are you so drunk, is this here to worship the prince?"

"What's your business? Lead the way! Wang Fu exclaimed proudly.

"Forget it, you better take the prince back to the mansion, the Son of Heaven, I will explain" Zhang He said to the guards, the guards nodded hurriedly, they were also afraid in their hearts, this sober was blind, insulting the Son of Heaven, if he was drunk, then he still had to do something with the Son of Heaven? Let's take it back with you.

In the midst of Wang Fu's abuse and struggle, the guards still put him on the ox cart and walked towards the mansion, Wang Fu buried his head in his arms, and he didn't know what to say, as he gradually distanced himself from his only confidant, when no one noticed, tears welled up in Wang Fu's eyes.

Zhang He hurriedly returned to Luoyang and entered the palace.

The Son of Heaven waited a little anxiously, and when he saw Zhang He walking in alone, he was even more unhappy, staring at Zhang He tightly.

"Your Majesty, don't worry that the prince is going to worship Wenrengong, there is no big deal, but the minister saw that he was so drunk that he really couldn't bring him into the palace, so he privately ordered the guards to take him back to the mansion to rest, and hoped that His Majesty would forgive his sins."

Hearing that nothing happened to Wang Fu, but he just went to see Wen Rengong, the anger on the face of the Son of Heaven gradually disappeared, shook his head, and said: "It's okay, since the prince is unwell, he will cultivate his life, and he will come to see him in the future."

The fat man was soon left alone in the hall, he closed his eyes, thinking, now the appointment of officials in the court has become a big problem, there are many talents, Cao Cao, Xun You, Jia Xu, Tian Feng, and even Lu Zhi, Yang Qiu, Zheng Xuan, Dong Zhuo, Huangfu Song, Wang Yun, Wang Sheng, Zhu Jun, etc., however, the fat man himself knows in his heart that his body is deteriorating day by day, and many people, he can't use it.

He had to leave these great talents to the debater, and the debater would reuse them and gain their allegiance.

But how do you make the appointment?

He involuntarily took out the book of heaven and flipped through it very carefully.