More and more envoys were sent by princes and local forces from all walks of life, and the newly built, broad and majestic Luoyang City was surprisingly lively, and the multiplication of town guards inside and outside the major city gates and the patrol police and mounted police patrolling the six main streets and main streets and alleys in the north and south all day made the smiles and hopes that had just hung on the faces of countless people gradually replaced by panic.

All the large and medium-sized inns in and out of the city were occupied by envoys from all walks of life.

Located in the southeast of the central square, the elegant and tranquil government-run guest house covers an area of about 50 acres, with three two-story luxury rooms and eight independent courtyards that can accommodate 500 guests, and is now filled with hundreds of former members of the imperial court, imperial relatives and their family servants who continue to pour into Luoyang City.

The princes of all walks of life, the forces of various factions and wealthy families exchanged news with each other, secretly corresponded, or looked for alliances to adjust their positions, or inquired about the news in the palace, looking for backers, and the mansions of prominent ministers such as Zhao Qi and Yang Biao were even more crowded and lively.

Under the undercurrent, the ancient and young Luoyang capital formed a comfortable and relaxed atmosphere for a short time, and suddenly became tense, but under the strict protection of the soldiers of the garrison with strict military discipline, the tense and even quite strange Luoyang City is still operating in an orderly manner, and the chaos that the people are worried about has not happened, but the business that has gradually recovered its vitality has appeared, and there has been a deformed prosperity atmosphere.

There are only three places outside the city that are still as quiet and solemn as before the return of the young emperor, and these three places that are extremely important to everyone are the new palace that is still empty today, the garrison headquarters located on the east side of the central square, and the royal pier that occupies a wide area on the bank of Luoshui outside the east gate.

In the past few days, Gongsun Pei, the core figure of the Qingzhou military and political group who came to Luoyang together, and dozens of think tanks. It lives in a specially built garden-style compound between the royal docks and the magnificent city walls. The think tank under Cao Cao's command and the Xuzhou Mi brothers, Jizhou Mu Minchun, and the accompanying representatives of the four major families who arrived in Luoyang one after another. They all quietly lived in this seemingly quiet but actually heavily guarded large courtyard.

Liu Cun's two young wives, Mihuan and Zhen Mi, also followed the Langya caravan to Luoyang and quietly lived in the base camp of the garrison in the city, which made Liu Cun, who had to meet with all the princes, envoys and ministers of the court every day, feel much happier.

More than 200,000 troops under Liu Cun firmly occupied all the passes, traffic points and all county towns within a radius of 300 miles from Luoyang, and guarded the entire imperial capital impenetrable. More than 70,000 troops under his command also drove to the camp in the east of Luoyang City, and obeyed the command of the general Liu Cun in a high-profile manner, coupled with the five thousand iron cavalry led by Sun Zhan, the Mugong of Youzhou, an ally recommended by Liu Cun, Liu Cun already had the military support of the five states of the Han Dynasty, and had two-thirds of the population and three-quarters of the wealth of the Han Dynasty.

The power of this alliance is absolutely terrifying, not only greatly deterring the sinister princes of all walks of life and the wishful thinking of all the family lords, but also making some of the wavering princes and civil and military ministers see the situation clearly and resolutely plunge into the grand forces that support Liu Cun.

In the first year of Jian'an, the seventh day of the second month, in the evening.

All the sounds in the Emperor's bedroom, which was filled with the smell of herbs, seemed to stop instantly. The attendants and palace maids who were originally in a hurry were all prostrate on both sides of the aisle in horror, and Hua Tuo, a divine doctor with white hair, and Wu Pu, a big man with gray temples, looked at each other sadly. Under the painful and panicked gaze of more than ten important ministers such as Yang Biao, Zhao Qi, Dong Cheng, and Ma Richan, they both walked towards Liu Cun, the general who had been standing at the head of the bed for three hours.

The divine doctor Hua Tuo bowed his hand to Liu Cun, who was respected by him, stepped forward half a step forward and carefully instructed Liu Cun a few words, and finally sighed in Liu Cun's respectful salute, and walked out of the door with a tired face.

Wu Pu, who was already Liu Cun's confidant, reported sadly: "The days are coming to an end, and there is no way to return to heaven!" I also asked the lord to mourn, and his subordinates sent the family teacher to the hospital to rest and come back immediately, and obey the lord's orders at any time. ”

"Good work!"

Liu Cun stretched out his hands to support Wu Pu, and whispered to him to take care of Hua Tuo, then turned around, walked to the sickbed step by step, and knelt down slowly in the place closest to the young emperor in front of the couch.

The crying soon rang out, and the young emperor, who had been in a coma for several days on the sickbed, quickly opened his eyes as Hua Tuo said.

Zhang Dun, the chief attendant of the inner chamberlain, and Dong Yuan, the young permanent attendant, who were kneeling on the other side, immediately wiped away their tears, moved their hands together, and carefully asked the young emperor what he meant, Zhang Dun gently helped the skinny young emperor up, and Dong Cheng quickly stuffed two soft satin cushions into the back of the young emperor.

"The Emperor...... Uncle ......"

The young emperor, whose eyes were deeply sunken and his face was as pale as paper, looked blankly at Liu Cun, who was kneeling in front of him and crying, and said two syllables with difficulty.

Liu Cun held back his deep sadness, kowtowed continuously with guilt, and only raised his head after a while when Yang Biao and others beside him stopped by crying, and under the guidance of the young emperor's gaze, he stretched out his trembling big hand, held the young emperor's withered left hand tightly in his hand, and choked up and said the truth buried in his heart:

"Your Majesty, the minister is incompetent, he couldn't bring the emperor back peacefully, the minister is sorry for the emperor, and even more sorry for the trust of the emperor......"

"Wow-" cries rang out, Yang Biao and Zhao Qi and other important ministers of the court could no longer suppress their sadness before the farewell, and they all cried so much that they were paralyzed on the ground, and Chong Shao and Liu Ye, who were holding paper and pens and temporarily acting as Shang Shuling, also cried so much that their whole bodies trembled and could not help themselves.

The young emperor who returned to the light did not have a single tear, his scattered eyes suddenly flashed a little light, his thin lips squirmed twice, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, he slowly looked around in half a circle, and saluted to the familiar courtiers, his stiff and thin face showed a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, the whole person looked extremely peaceful, but also extremely weird, but the throat under the layers of white gauze had been damaged, and the long-term inflammation not only damaged his language ability, but also destroyed all his vitality.

In the irrepressible cry of pain, under the gaze of a pair of confused teary eyes, the young emperor nodded slightly to the imperial uncle who was holding his hand, and then turned to Dong Yuan, who was crying on the other side, his eyes were red and swollen, and he gestured with difficulty with his eyes.

Dong Cheng hurriedly took out a square utensil wrapped in yellow silk from the collapsed treasure box and held it to the top of his head, and the young emperor slowly turned his head like skin and bones, and under the nervous gaze of all the important ministers and chamberlains, he gently shook his thin left arm, and said a few hoarse and vague syllables again to the tearful imperial uncle Liu Cun: "Hard work...... Emperor...... Uncle ......"

"Your Majesty—"

Liu Cun cried out to the ground, and the ministers saw that the young emperor had closed his eyes with a peaceful smile, and then wailed in unison, and the entire Qing palace instantly cried to the sky, and the thousands of envoys and people who were waiting outside the palace soon crawled in the cold and windy winter night.

Liu Xie, the fourteen-year-old young emperor of the Han Dynasty who had experienced hardships, drove the crane west at a critical time when everyone thought that he was finally out of the sea of suffering and was expected to revive the Han Dynasty.

The news of the death of the young emperor soon spread throughout the city, and for the vast majority of the people, this day was the day of suffering of the Han Dynasty, but for the princes of all walks of life and the lords of the world's families who gathered in Luoyang, this day was undoubtedly the last moment to decide the fate, and it was a watershed for the fortunes of the Han Dynasty to either go to destruction or rejuvenation.

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PS: The big picture has been decided...... Xiaohuo spent a lot of time writing this chapter, weakly begging for subscriptions, recommended tickets, monthly passes, and full likes! (To be continued......)