On that day, the businessmen and bureaucrats closed a deal.

After that, they all felt that they represented justice in the deal.

Because there is a truth that even children understand - the big man is dead, if you don't usurp power, others will, if you hesitate, others will take the lead, and others will be worse than you.

Loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, in the face of reality, is the same as farting.

So, this is Yang Lin's theory.

"We are seeking power and usurping the throne, maybe we will be punished by God in the future."

Walking out of the restaurant, Sima Lang glanced up at the sky, stretched his waist and said.

Yang Lin ignored his nonsense, bent down and wiped his boots.

"You are your profiteer, I am my corrupt official, we have done all the bad things, if the curse really existed, it would have been fulfilled long ago."

"You don't believe in damnation?"

"I don't believe it."

"You can't even believe God, people like you are terrible."

"If God really opens his eyes, he should bless us with all the best. Look at this palace, look at this farce that should have ended a long time ago......"

Sima Lang looked in the direction of the palace and sighed helplessly.

"The power of the Ten Standing Servants is too great, and only He Jin has the ability to fight against them."

"But we have to kill the ten permanent servants, and we can't let He Jin sit big."

"He Jin is a loyal minister."

"It's just a pity that he lives in the era of the Ten Permanent Servants."

"It's better if they lose both."

"We need a chance, and when the Ten Standing Servants lose power, that's when we fall into the ground."

"Can you create this opportunity?"

Yang Lin raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

"I can't, but God can."

――――――

In the days that followed, it snowed a lot. The weather in Luoyang is getting colder and colder, and many people are sick.

Wind and snow on the same road, some people say that this is the weather of the funeral.

The wind and snow continued for several days, and finally it gradually decreased. Although the weather still shows no signs of warming, it is always much better than a snowy day.

The new Imperial Historian has not found a candidate for a long time, and the work of the Imperial Historical Observatory seems to be more relaxed. Yang Lin had almost nothing else to do except copy documents and classify books, and even the work of recording historical records stopped.

He didn't contact Sima Lang again. The plan for power has ostensibly been put on hold.

After that, something big happened that shocked the world.

In the sixth year of Zhongping, on April 11, at night, Yang Lin was about to sleep, when the palace suddenly sent someone to summon him, only to know that the matter was urgent, and he was brought into the palace before he even had time to freshen up.

The army enforcing the curfew actually withdrew from their posts for some reason, and walked into the palace, only to see the civil and military ministers kneeling outside the emperor's dormitory one by one, and he was faintly aware of what was happening.

The vigil procession lined up from outside the palace to the outside of the Jiade Hall, including royal relatives, relatives and ministers, and even the ten permanent attendants who did not often appear knelt on the white marble steps in front of the hall with solemn faces.

Everything seems to point to a bad omen.

Yang Lin saw Sima Lang in the crowd. He was not an official of the imperial court, so he could not enter the palace. At this moment, he knelt on the periphery of the palace, surrounded by a group of subordinates of the Sima family.

Yang Lin stepped forward, knelt down side by side with him, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?" ”

"Shh Sima Lang made a gesture of silence, and his voice was lowered, "The Son of Heaven's illness has flare up again." ”

Yang Lin felt a sudden "pop" in her heart.

"He can't hold on?"

"Yes, he's been sick since the beginning of winter last year. Now I finally survived the winter, but I fell ill again. ”

"Why so suddenly?"

"He really can't hold it anymore," Sima Lang raised his head, "You also know how many people in this palace are looking forward to his early death." ”

"How?"

"God is so good to you, the opportunity you want has been delivered."

Sima Lang nodded his chin to the right, and Yang Lin looked down and was stunned to find that the order in which the ministers knelt was also tricky. The eunuchs led by the ten permanent servants all gathered together, but on the other side, kneeling was full of He Jin's men. The entire palace seemed to be transformed into a chessboard, and the two camps were divided into two factions in the Chu River and Han realms, and the atmosphere seemed a little solemn.

"These people wish the Son of Heaven was going to die." Sima Lang said in a sullen voice, "The Son of Heaven is dead, and their opportunity has come." The eunuch and his relatives have been fighting for many years, and in the end, only one can be left. ”

"The death of the Son of Heaven became an opportunity for them to break the deadlock." Yang Lin said lightly.

"Yes, after the death of the Son of Heaven, there will soon be a bloody storm here."

"How are the people in the palace preparing?"

"I have been instructed to go down, and if there is a change, I can send it at any time."

"This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is likely to be the day when we come out."

"Unfortunately, none of our people are allowed to enter the palace."

"The Centrists are blocked outside the palace? Whose order is this? ”

"I heard that He Jin ordered it."

Yang Lin suddenly felt a chill behind her, and she had an ominous premonition.

Half an hour later, the door of the dormitory opened, and countless pairs of eyes watched as the magistrate stepped out of the door, and with a sad face on his face, he announced to the people: "The emperor has died!" ”

At that moment, the entire palace was cleared, and then a deafening cry erupted in the crowd.

"......Uhh

is not a blood relative, and there is no bond that is heavier than life and death, how can the Son of Heaven accept the cry and mourning of his courtiers?

What are these people crying about, what are they sad about, are they really sad, are they contrived, or are they trying to make their cries look like loyal ministers?

Yang Lin didn't believe in the loyalty of these people, but in this situation, he suddenly wanted to cry, looking at the room that was quickly hung up on white silk, he suddenly felt very sad in his heart.

This is the influence of the Son of Heaven, even if he is not a Ming monarch, the courtiers cannot throw away their enthusiasm for the Son of Heaven.

Therefore, those who win the hearts of the people win the world, and its truth is like this.

In the sixth year of Zhongping, on April 11, Emperor Ling of Han collapsed in the Jiade Hall at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve. The merits and demerits before his death are also indifferent.

"Our Son of Heaven is gone."

Sima Lang said calmly, and then sighed.

Yang Lin squinted his eyes and said thoughtfully: "The heir will be determined soon?" ”

"Yes, the prince is the eldest son of the emperor, and he is the orthodox of the royal family, although the prince association is a concubine, but he is very smart."

"Well, you're more optimistic about who is the heir."

"Ha, don't you already know the answer."

"Yes, it will be confirmed soon."

As he spoke, the general He Jin walked out of the emperor's bedroom.

This reckless general was originally just a butcher who killed pigs and sold them, and he was ridiculed by history books as illiterate. The strange thing is that this illiterate guy has become the most powerful person in this era, and he is very loved by his subordinates, and even talented people like Yuan Shao and Cao Cao are willing to be his subordinates.

Is He Jin a fool? Or smarter than everyone else?

At this moment, he stood in front of the hundred officials, glanced at his cronies, and then said in a steady voice: "Woo hoo lament, the Son of Heaven has died, leaving me and other courtiers to remember the Holy Grace, and I can't help but die!" However, the country cannot be without a king for a day, fortunately, the emperor is wise, and he gave me an edict before his sickbed, so that my Han inheritance will not be destroyed! ”

He was emotional, unfolded the holy decree in his hand, and read it aloud: "Fengtian carrier, the emperor's edict said: I am here to live, and the dragon is in the sky." The crown prince Liu Wei was appointed as the crown prince. The general He Jin was the auxiliary minister, in charge of the enthronement ceremony, and he was good at teaching my son until he was in power. Civil and military officials, all the people of the world obey this edict. Chin this! ”

"Ha, it's really good" Sima Lang clapped his hands and said with a smile.

Yang Lin nodded and said, "He Jin married his sister-in-law to the Son of Heaven in order to wait for this day." ”

"You mean he's going to blackmail the Son of Heaven?"

"There is no faster way to rectify the dynasty than to coerce the Son of Heaven, but whoever coerces the Son of Heaven is scolded for adultery, so those who dare to coerce the Son of Heaven are shameless bastards."

"Is He Jin a loyal servant or a bastard?"

"It depends on who dares to stand up and accuse him."

Sima Lang looked around and suddenly found that the forbidden army that had been transferred away before was gradually moving towards the palace at this moment.

"Good guy, it turns out that He Jin has been prepared."

He looked in the direction of the Ten Standing Attendants, and suddenly found that the Ten Standing Attendants were all silent, and their faces were unusually calm. Zhang Rang, Guo Sheng, Zhao Zhong...... The ten people bowed their heads in tacit understanding, seemingly unaffected by the situation at all.

"It is worthy of being a ten-standing servant, and you can still calm down at this moment."

Yang Lin said lightly: "The emperor's death, they didn't expect it, today the palace is full of He Jin's Yulin army, and it is not easy to retreat with his whole body." If any tricks are revealed at this juncture, then the Ten Standing Servants will really be defeated. ”

"Yes, it's hard to say who killed the deer." Yang Lin replied.

"We want to check the Divine Decree." Suddenly, a voice came out.

The two of them looked at the voice in unison, and Sima Lang suddenly gasped: "Jian Shuo, doesn't he want to die, dare to be a bird at this time?" ”

Jian Shuo was the oldest of the eunuchs, and Yang Lin didn't understand how a shrewd man could be at this moment.

He Jinwei smiled and raised the holy decree in his hand: "The holy purpose is this, how can you wait for others to question it?" ”

"We respect the order of the first emperor, but we just want to confirm the handwriting, so that no one will interfere with it."

"If you want to scold me, just say it!"

The crowds on both sides suddenly became noisy, and in the palace, the sound of quarrels instantly overshadowed the sound of crying.

Yang Lin suddenly caught a glimpse of a slight change in the faces of the Ten Standing Attendants, but only for a moment he regained his composure.

He Jin faced Jian Shuo, still looking like he was holding a wisdom bead, and his smile was even more distorted.

"Do you want to confirm the truth of the decree? Then come up and take a look. ”

He beckoned to Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo stepped forward without humility or arrogance, and now his every move was related to the situation in the palace at the moment, so his every step was extremely slow.

The lights burned in the night, and the night wind blew through the brazier, making a crackling sound.

He walked up to He Jin and met He Jin's gaze.

"The decree is in my hands, come and get it." He Jin said.

Jian Shuo did not hesitate and stretched out his hand towards the holy decree.