Chapter Forty-Eight: Twenty Years of Hegemony Like Floating Clouds (6)
Three days later, Lu Qi entered the Yulin Army under Xun Shuang's arrangement, and the Southern Army Yulin in the Eastern Han Dynasty had long since ceased to exist, leaving only Guangluxun and Wei Weiwei still existing. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
Guanglu Xun set up seven offices, of which there are two offices: one is the Yulin Lang to which the Yulin Zhonglang belongs, a total of 182 Yulin Lang, who is the guard attendant of the Son of Heaven, and the other is the Yulin left and right prison of Yulin with 900 left horsemen, and 800 Yulin right horsemen serve as the attendants of the guards and the charging of the chariot.
Feather Forest! Yulin!!
For the country's wings, such as the prosperity of the forest!
This is the hope of Emperor Wu (Liu Che), so the original Jianzhang camp ride was changed to Yulin riding!
Since meeting Xun Shuang, Lu Qi has always felt that Xun Shuang's ability is big, so big that it reaches the sky, and now it seems that it is really like this, and his ability is too big!
Originally, I just wanted to be a Yulin rider, but I ended up becoming a Yulin Lang!
Directly become the left and right guards of today, this time, you can use this relationship, and when the Son of Heaven dies of illness, he can take advantage of the chaos to open the treasure house and take away the five volumes of Heavenly Books!
As long as the general trend remains the same! That chaos was really chaos, the entire palace became a purgatory on earth, and at that time, it was the moment when he made a move, and it was his best chance!
As for Xun Shuang's thoughts, I'm afraid they will come to naught, and he won't be able to leave it alone when there will be chaos!
At that time, he won't stay in Luoyang City, and he will slip as far as he can...
Standing guard for the first time! Lu Qi is very serious, but after a long time, after getting acquainted with the guards around him, he can often fart and chat together, talk about life and ideals, and talk about anything...
As long as they can drink and talk, as for the money, it is not a problem at all, as long as they can get some words out of these mouths, the cost is worth it.
Autumn comes and winter hides...
It's been a year since the cold and summer...
Unconsciously, it has been a whole year since Yu Linlang, and in this year's time, he basically hasn't seen Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, just guarding the door of the dormitory, guarding Liu Hong's safety.
In the past year, Lu Qi has a clear understanding of how to go on the road in the palace, when to change the guard, and uses Yu Linlang's authority to make friends with him over the years, and the North Palace in the palace is basically familiar to him, as for the South Palace (forget whether it is the South Palace that handles things, or the North Palace handles things, Dudu remembers that it should be Nangong to deal with things, so let's get it according to Dudu Remember.) He didn't go, Nangong is the place where the Son of Heaven does things, and it is inevitable that there will be many people talking and exposing himself, but the gains outweigh the losses.
April 10 of the sixth year of Zhongping
In Xun's Mansion, Xun Shuang stood beside Lu Qi, both of them looked at the stars in front of them, in the middle of the night, they couldn't sleep for a long time, and the two of them stared at Zi Weixing.
Violet Microstar has become extremely dim... The light emitted is worse than that of fireflies, and it can be extinguished at any time.
At midnight, above the starry sky, the three stars were connected in a line, Xun Shuang's face changed, and his eyes looked at the direction of the palace with a deep gaze; "Yingfu guarded his heart, His Majesty is gone."
Xun Shuang's eyes drooped deeply, and there was a deep worry in his eyes.
The emperor died and the prime minister stepped down, so there was such a vision!
But Xun Shuang doesn't think so, the firefly is the essence of fire, the son of the Red Emperor. The image of Fang Bo, the success or failure of the Lord's year, the demon of Sizong, the gift of the Son of Heaven, the sorrow of the Lord, the death and death of the Lord!
It's a real demon star!
The demon star not only represents the death of the Son of Heaven, but also represents the chaos of some people!
The Han Dynasty has been in existence for more than 400 years, and Gaozu has opened up to the period of the rebel thief Wang Mang, not to mention, just when Emperor Wu established the Han Dynasty, he has already experienced twelve emperors, and the twelve emperors only have the image of guarding their hearts after the death of Emperor Chong.
However, it has only been more than 40 years since the last time the Yingfu Shouxin was held, and in more than 40 years, there have been two successive Yingfu Shouxin, although Xun Shuang is not abnormal on the surface, but there are huge waves in his heart.
The number of big men is exhausted! Liu's position as the Son of Heaven is coming to an end!
There is a firefly guarding the heart in the front, and the latter is greedy for a wolf to break the army and force his life! This... This is the foundation of the Han Dynasty, and he Xun Shuang is known as a generation of Confucians, and there is no way, this is the will of God.
Providence cannot be violated.. Heaven must not be violated...
Lu Qi stood aside, constantly thinking in his heart, I am afraid that this news is not only known to Xun Shuang, the Qin Tianjian has been set up in previous dynasties to observe the stars, I am afraid that they should also know about this situation, but whether they will go up to tell is one thing, after the death of Emperor Chong, it is not also a sign of Yingfu guarding the heart, but it is not that there is no report to the top, but it is hidden.
They are also afraid. I'm afraid someone will kill them!
You can eat as much as you want, but you can't talk nonsense.
According to Lu Qi's understanding of the old guys in Qin Tianjian, for the sake of the lives of the family and their own lives, they will definitely not publicize it.
Then, if the chaos is chaotic, you can take the opportunity to get the maximum benefit.
The abacus is quite fine, but it depends on what Xun Shuang says, under the fence, Xun Shuang is the final decision-maker.
"Okay, you're waiting, when the time comes, the five volumes of the Heavenly Book will definitely be taken out."
After experiencing a war between heaven and man in his heart, Xun Shuang made a decision, the country is a country, there is a family first, there is a country, and he is ready to change his life for using this crippled body against the sky. Even if the soul is scattered, it will not hesitate.
That night, in the dormitory of the Son of Heaven in Beigong, when Liu Hong, the son of today, was lying on the hospital bed with a bloodless face, his eyes that had been looking at the world had now become cloudy, and it became difficult to even open them.
Suddenly, Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, turned flushed, the whole person came back to his senses, got up from the bed, got out of bed alone, pushed away Queen He, who wanted to support him, opened the door, looked into the distance with deep eyes, and said faintly with countless complex emotions: "I have reigned for twenty-three years, and I have worked hard for the foundation of the Liu family for twenty-three years. I'm ashamed of my ancestors and fathers... It's a pity that no one understands.. Nobody understands..."
In muttering to himself, Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven, stood in place, motionless, and waited for Queen He to step forward and touch her nose, knelt on the ground, and cried loudly.
Back to light!
Everything just now is a reflection of the light.
Liu Hong's words before his death are embarrassing, some people agree, of course, some people scoff...
Liu Hong is ridiculous in his life, how many hateful things he has done, of course, he has also done some good things, but compared to the bad things he has done, this good thing is insignificant.
Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven... has been in power for more than 20 years, and has no weight in the hearts of the people of the world, even in the hearts of the ministers.
He has reigned for more than 20 years, but he has lived like the floating clouds in the world, as soon as the wind blows, he will leave, and he will not remember the floating cloud that shaded them at the beginning.