At this time, the voice of the guards outside the hall came: "Your Majesty, Lord Zhang asks to see!" ”

The Emperor restrained the smile on his face, waved his hand to make the nightingale stand down, and then sat upright, and said aloud, "Come in!" ”

The door gently pushes open, and the sunlight pours in.

An old man who was in good spirits, but with gray hair, could not hide his old age, walked in.

The sun shone on the old man's body, and the old guy with a straight waist seemed to be a little hunched for a while.

Thirty years ago, Zhang Wenshan was so gorgeous at the beginning, Yushu was in the wind, and now he is also a bad old man.

The emperor looked at Zhang Wenshan, who was taking a breath in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the chic appearance of a crown of jade thirty years ago, when Zhang Wenshan was connected to the middle of the three yuan and the main hall was sealed.

I still remember the chic appearance of Zhang Wenshan, who was wearing a big red robe at the Qionglin banquet, when he was drunk and chanted poetry. There is also Zhang Wenshan, who wants to reproduce the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty, what he looked like when he was young.

Now, looking at the slanting sunlight at the door, the old man who is dull and can hardly hide his old state.

The emperor, who was immersed in the past, was gently plucked by the softest string in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a faint light in those eyes that had been cold for decades.

"Minister, Zhang Wenshan, I have seen Your Majesty, long live my emperor!" Zhang Wenshan staggered and walked to the front and back of the hall. First he took two breaths, "Then he bent down with difficulty and saluted the emperor."

The emperor's body shone slightly, and he almost couldn't bear the touch in his heart, and stood up.

Holding the table with both hands, he sat down slowly. Raising his head, closing his eyes, he said slowly: "No need to be polite, Wenshan!" ”

Zhang Wenshan straightened his waist and coughed in an old state. Then, with trembling hands, he took out a notebook from his bosom.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Rites has begun to prepare for next year's Spring Festival Heavenly Hall, the old minister wants to ask Your Majesty, what else do you have to order?"

The emperor nodded, then thought for a while, and said slowly: "Tell Hong Aiqing that you must ensure the smooth progress of the main hall and the safety of the new monarch." ”

After the emperor slowly leaned back in his chair, he opened his eyes and looked around, frowning: "Hong Aiqing seems to have not been to the court for a long time, what's wrong?" Is it sick? ”

When Zhang Wenshan heard this, he glanced at His Majesty incredulously, his eyes full of doubts.

"Spread the blessing!" The emperor was a little annoyed, frowned, and said, "Send an edict to Hong Quan, so that he can come to the court as soon as he has nothing to do."

If you are sick, let the imperial doctor see it. A dignified second-class member, who has not been in court for several months, what has become of him! ”

On the side, after Li Dequan heard this, he hurriedly bent down, and his face was about to condense.

"Your Majesty, Lord Hong, he ......" Li Dequan was sweating, but he didn't know what to say.

At this time, Zhang Wenshan, who was hunchbacked in the audience, sighed and said loudly after seeing the emperor like this: "Your Majesty, Lord Hong returned to his hometown as early as last year!" ”

"What?" The emperor asked loudly with his ears a little back.

Zhang Wenshan replied loudly: "Lord Hong has returned to his hometown Zhoushan, and he has returned to his hometown!" ”

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and then Mu Ran nodded: "Oh, I forgot!" ”

On the side, Li Dequan saw these two old men looking like this, and his eyes were a little red under the feeling in his heart.

"Your Majesty, if there is nothing to do, the minister will retire!" Zhang Wenshan arched his hand and said loudly.

The buzzing sound, echoing in the imperial study, was indeed loud.

The emperor was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Oh, then you can go." By the way, tell Hong Fatzi and let him come to the court quickly. Hong Quan is old, is he also old? ”

Zhang Wenshan staggered and nodded with a wry smile.

When he walked out of the door, Zhang Wenshan took out a handkerchief, gagged it in his mouth, and coughed lightly.

When the handkerchief was hidden, a touch of scarlet was shocking.

Zhang Wenshan shook his head, bent over, staggered, and slowly left.

On that day, the sunset sprinkled the imperial city with splendid splendor.

The next day, a notice was posted in the Imperial City.

And, by the means of a holy decree, it proclaimed to the world.

Former criminal department squire Lang Hongquan, loyal and patriotic, an example of an official. is honest and honest, and has made great contributions to the Great Zhou. Because of these achievements, the portrait of Lingyan Pavilion. The nickname is Wenzheng, and the town is sealed. Children and grandchildren are shaded, and they will be passed on for eternity.

On the second day, the crown prince Wu Zheng was in charge of the government and ruled the world.

After learning this news, Lu Heng, who was basking in the sun in the Chengdu Mansion, was suddenly shocked in his heart.

After his face changed suddenly, he walked around the yard with his hands behind his back a few times, and immediately made a decision.

Back to Tokyo!

At the same time, there was also Wu Ningyuan who returned to Tokyo.

After briefly sorting out their things, Lu Heng and his party returned overnight and left Chengdu Mansion. Thousands of miles away to Luoyang, Henan, Tokyo"

Three days later, another holy decree of 600 li was sent to the hands of old ministers and important ministers all over the country.

In the sixth year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, October 20.

The important ministers from all over the Great Zhou began to return to Tokyo one after another.

The reason for such a rush and nervousness is only because of one: the emperor is no longer good!

Along the way, the faster the horse whipped up, and the closer to the north, the colder the temperature became.

However, the warriors who galloped their horses still ignored the freezing weather, and spurred the horses to sit down. Galloping all the way, a puff of smoke and dust was raised.

After entering the territory of Jiangsu, Lu Heng left Liu Qingqing and his daughters in Tokyo City, and left fifty Yanyunwei.

After that, I set off again and headed for Tokyo.

When this group of people stepped on the official road to Tokyo.

It's the third day of November.

In the vast land of Henan, it snowed heavily.

Heavy snow covered the official road, and the field was covered in snow.

In the dripping and icy weather, the horses trampled on the snow, sprayed white gas, and continued to move forward at a speed.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves sounded, and a carriage stood out in this snow-white world.

In the carriage, Wu Ningyuan was solemn and sat there, a little distracted.

Lu Heng lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at it, called Agui to his side, and told him if he could go faster.

Agui nodded, and rode away.

The speeding convoy is speeding up again.

When the sun goes down and the snow is red.

A herald carrying a red flag suddenly appeared in the distance, and at great speed, galloped towards the post station.

Ah Gui saw this person first, and waved his hand at the Yanyunwei who were waiting for them, signaling them to relax.

After a few breaths, the herald rushed in front of him.

After turning over and dismounting, the herald gasped and asked Ah Gui, "Dare to ask, this is the guard of Emperor Master Lu, right?" ”

Agui nodded and stuffed the kettle to the herald, but was pushed away by the herald.

The herald swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said hurriedly, "Please take me to see Lord Lu!" ”

Seeing that the matter was urgent, Ah Gui did not delay any longer, and directly entered the post station with the herald.

After running wildly all the way, the herald finally saw Lu Heng in the hall and Wu Ningyuan, the king of Huainan.

The herald knelt on one knee, took out a bamboo tube from his arms, and raised it above his head: "Lord Lu, Lord Wang, Tokyo Urgent!" ”

Wu Ningyuan chuckled in his heart, suddenly stood up, rushed over, took the bamboo tube, and opened it in three or two clicks. Pull out the rush inside.

Just by glancing at it, Wu Ningyuan's face suddenly turned like ashes, his lips twitched, and two lines of tears flowed down.

Lu Heng took the urgent mail, and after taking a look, his hanging heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

His body trembled sharply, and he slowly sat down on the table.

The silk in his hand also fell to the ground in a distraction.

There is a line of words written on the silk: In the sixth year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, on the second day of the first month of November, at ten o'clock in the night, Zhang Wenshan died!!