"Water... I want to drink water..."In the dormitory, Emperor Han Ling's faint voice rang out.

"Quick, quick, get water." A physician who was serving beside him heard this voice and called the palace maid next to him loudly.

A palace maid hurriedly poured a glass of warm water and stepped forward, the water prepared in the palace was always warm, and at any time when Emperor Han Ling wanted to drink water, the entrance would be warm boiling water. The two palace maids hurriedly walked to the side of the bed when the palace maid was moving forward, and carefully helped Emperor Han Ling up, and there was a palace maid with a soft pillow next to him who put the soft pillow on the back of Emperor Han Ling.

At this time, the palace maid holding the water walked forward, handed the water cup to the mouth of Emperor Han Ling, and slowly fed it little by little.

As the warm water entered his throat and swallowed it, Emperor Han Ling, who woke up from the darkness, felt a faint stinging pain in his throat, which was moisturized by the arrival of the water, and he felt much better. During this time, he was sometimes unconscious, sometimes awake, and this pain has stayed with him to this day.

Until now, the scene that appeared in the palace that day is still replayed in the mind of Emperor Han Ling, and it is vivid. It was a nightmare, and the land on which he was treading was his kingdom, and it was on this kingdom that he should have walked the countless people he ruled, and the warriors who guarded him. He was actually by the indifferent middle-aged scribe, and with a light stretch of his hand, he felt the approach of death.

Afraid, Emperor Han Ling has never felt like that, he has always judged life and death with one word, and at that moment, the entire order was reversed. Death is slowly approaching, fear, fear, by now, Emperor Han Ling already knows that he is probably not far from death.

My body can know it, feel the weakness of my body, and this bit of powerlessness comes to my heart. Even the First Emperor, even the Martial Emperor, are seeking immortality but can't, and how can he not die.

"Ahem." Coughing, his chest rose and fell violently, Emperor Han Ling felt as if the lungs in his chest were about to be spit out, a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in his throat, but there was no way to be coughed out.

A palace maid serving on the side was stepping forward with a spittoon, and the other palace maid was about to pat Emperor Han Ling on the back to soothe it, but they all retreated back to the same place with a wave of Emperor Han Ling's hand. Even if at this moment, the Son of Heaven is so weak, as if he may fall again the next moment, but his orders are not something that these palace maids can disobey.

Several imperial doctors in the Tai Hospital on the side were carefully observing Emperor Han Ling's complexion, and when they saw the latter's ruddy face, they relaxed a little. In fact, their hearts are always lifted, like a string, always tightened, and they can't relax for a moment.

Since the Son of Heaven fell into a coma, this situation of sometimes being awake and sometimes being unconscious has happened many times, and many doctors in the Tai Hospital have not found any good way after countless discussions. Moreover, the Son of Heaven's physical condition is also very bad, even if there are many precious medicinal materials, it is just to maintain it and not let it deteriorate. However, all the doctors understood that there was no way to last too long for this condition, if they could not find a solution.

So... God, it's going to change.

Several imperial doctors were even more unspeakably worried, and their ruddy complexions appeared on the faces of ordinary people, which was very normal. But if it appears in a person who is in extremely bad physical condition and has been going on for a while, it is abnormal. It may be that their healing is indeed useful, or it is possible that this is the final bloom of life. There was some anxiety in their hearts, but when the Son of Heaven did not speak, they could not rush forward to diagnose.

"Go and call Father." Emperor Han Ling opened his mouth and said, his voice was hoarse, making him feel a little harsh after listening to it.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Hearing this, a palace maid slowly stepped back. After the palace maids waiting on both sides of the closed palace gate opened the palace door, she lifted her skirt and ran out in small steps.

"Your Majesty, let's let the ministers diagnose you again, right?" The Imperial Physician took a step forward and asked in a low voice.

"No, I don't. Go out of here, and when Father comes, I don't want anyone to stay here. Did you know? Emperor Han Ling spoke slowly.

"Yes. Your Majesty. When the imperial physician and the palace maids serving in the palace heard this, they knelt down and saluted. It took a while before he got up again and retreated towards the outside of the palace.

The Son of Heaven has a deep accumulation, no one will be stupid enough to disobey at this time, and the imperial doctors also want to know about the physical condition of the Son of Heaven, but after they have been clearly allowed to leave, no one will mention this topic anymore.

The entire dormitory, after these palace maids and the imperial physician left, became a little empty and silent. When the door of the dormitory was closed, it was even more empty, and Emperor Han Ling was left alone in the huge dormitory.

Emperor Han Ling pondered, he didn't want to close his eyes during the time he waited, because the darkness behind closing his eyes was a color that annoyed him very much. That kind of uncontrollable darkness, even if he was able to control the switch between darkness and light with his eyes closed now, and was awake all the time, he didn't want to enter the darkness again.

Sometimes unconscious, sometimes awake, after every awakening. Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty wanted to summon Zhang Rang, who he trusted the most, to understand the current situation in Luoyang City and the situation in the world. Except for the words of the ten permanent servants who served him, he did not dare to believe anyone's words, even those ministers who thought they were for the country and the people, he did not believe them at all.

Do those people really think he doesn't know anything? Whether it's for power, or for money, or for fame, as long as they can achieve their goals, how can they really be 100% loyal to him, the emperor? The reason is just that he owns the whole world and has supreme power!

The Ten Standing Servants are different, they can only rely on him! Such a person will be truly loyal to himself, because his net worth and life depend entirely on his own existence.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Ten Standing Servants that he, the emperor, can be so comfortable. Anything that can't be done by themselves can be handed over to the ten permanent servants to do, and they will work very hard, willing to carry the pot that does not belong to them! Where to find such an old dog? Ministers in the court, they can't do that.

With a sigh, Emperor Han Ling came back to his senses, during the time he was in a coma, the outside must have turned the sky upside down, right? Seeing him in such a situation, I am afraid that many people's hearts have already moved, and they have begun to bet, and they are going to get closer to the new co-lord of the world that they have identified, right?

These people, do you really think that he, Liu Hong, is the emperor who indulges in lust and has no strengths? This is not a position that anyone can sit in.

"Hmph." Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty sneered lightly, the light in his eyes flashing, not at all like a person who had been ill for a long time. He muttered in a low voice, "My good queen, my good general." ”

Soon after, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Zhang Rang walked in with Jian Shuo. Jian Shuo closed the palace door, and looked out along the crack in the door, and found that except for the soldiers of the Yulin Army guarding both sides of the palace gate, the other palace maids and eunuchs were waiting in the distance. This time, he closed the door completely.

Jian Shuo actually wanted to leave the Yulin Army soldiers guarding both sides of the palace gate, he didn't know if there were any eyes and ears for the four Yulin Army soldiers, but he knew that no. Even if there was any eyes and ears among them, he had no way to separate these four Yulin soldiers, and above them, there was also Liu Xuan, the commander of the Yulin Army. Just thinking about it, Jian Shuo gave up, anyway, as long as the voice was lowered, even the soldiers of the Yulin Army in front of the dormitory would not be able to hear it too clearly.

"Your Majesty!" As soon as he entered the dormitory, Zhang Rang let out a cry of joy, and quickly threw himself in front of Emperor Han Ling's bed and knelt down.

When his knee hit the floor, there was a sound, Emperor Han Ling heard it very clearly, and then looked at the ecstasy on Zhang Rang's face, he was very moved.

"Father, get up, you don't have to be like this between you and me." Emperor Liu Hong of Han Ling opened his mouth and said.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Your Majesty. Now that he sees that His Majesty's complexion is quite good, the old slave is relieved. Stretching out his hand to wipe away the snot and tears from his face, Zhang Rang stood up tremblingly and stood on the edge of the bed as usual.

When Emperor Han Ling saw it, his heart became more and more moved. His father is still like this, exactly the same as when he first entered the palace, always serving like this by his bedside. No matter what time it is, as long as he needs to, he can see Zhang Rang at any time.

"Your Majesty." Jian Shuo also stepped forward and knelt down.

Jian Shuo's back was straight, and there was a heroic aura, which made Emperor Han Ling nod unconsciously. In addition to his father Zhang Rang, and his mother Zhao Zhong, such a Jian Shuo is also a person he also trusts.

Otherwise, he wouldn't let him take charge of the West Garden's army and become the head of the eight captains of the West Garden. This has never been done in the past, and since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, no eunuch has been able to take charge of military power. When this decree was issued, there were also many ministers in the DPRK and China who opposed it, but he just didn't care, whoever objected, he would be suppressed, dismissed, and killed, and there would always be people who did not dare to oppose it anymore.

He must be in Luoyang City, in addition to the Yulin Army guarding the palace city, there is also a force to restrain the general He Jin. Otherwise, in Luoyang City, no one would be able to restrain the general He Jin, and there would be no way to guarantee his safety.

"Get up." Emperor Han Ling spoke lightly and motioned for Jian Shuo to get up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Jian Shuo clenched his fists, and then he stood up, filled with a military atmosphere.

"Father, why are you still so sad?" Seeing that Zhang Rang's body was still trembling faintly, he asked very strangely.

"Old slave, old slave is happy to see His Majesty." Sobbing, Zhang Rang replied.

"Oh?" Emperor Han Ling was even more strange when he heard this, in the palace, no one should dare to stop Zhang Rangcai. Not to mention, Zhang Rang was not allowed to come to see him, even if he was still in a coma at that time, but as long as he was not dead, who would dare to do this?

"Huh?" Raising his eyebrows, two figures appeared in Emperor Han Ling's heart, and there were only those two people who could have so much energy in the palace.

It's just, how dare he? How dare he put his hand into the palace? Do you really think that he, Liu Hong, will never wake up?

Anger, freed from his heart, Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty almost gritted his teeth and said, "Is it He Jin, or the queen?" ”

"No, it's not." Zhang Rang wiped the wet tears from the corners of his eyes and shook his head.

"It was General Liu, the commander of the Yulin Army, and the old slave wanted to come in to see His Majesty, but General Liu didn't let the old slave in, and he also did something to the old slave..."Whimpering, Zhang Rang said in this bleak tone.

"Do it?" Emperor Han Ling's brows furrowed, and immediately Liu Xuan's face appeared in his mind, shaking his head, Emperor Han Ling didn't believe that Liu Xuan would do such a thing.

With his favor for Zhang Rang, what kind of state will it be in the palace, Liu Hong knows in his heart. Liu Xuan may prevent Zhang Rang from coming to see him, so he won't do anything else, and it is even more impossible to make such a thing as Zhang Rang.

"Father, Jing Cong is where the duty lies, so don't be too harsh." Wen Sheng comforted that Liu Hong still trusted Liu Xuan very much.

If he didn't trust it, it would be impossible for Liu Xuan to control the Yulin Army, guard the palace and palace, and be responsible for his safety. The Xiyuan Army in Luoyang City outside is a double insurance, and Liu Xuan in the palace is also a double insurance, double insurance, so that he is now safe in the palace.

This is safe, he doesn't know how long he can keep it, Liu Hong really feels that his time is really running out. From that moment, the Yellow Turban Thief Dao looked at it, and he felt it, and the current state of his body corroborated this.

There are four seas, rivers and mountains in hand, but there is no escape from death. What an unacceptable sadness this is, Liu Hong is depressed in his heart.

"Now that Your Majesty has spoken. Then the old slave will not care about General Liu. Zhang Rang glanced at Emperor Han Ling's face, and did not observe the slightest displeasure for Liu Xuan from his face, so he gave up this method of revenge against Liu Xuan.

Giving up this method does not mean that he will be relieved of the humiliation that Liu Xuan imposed on him at the beginning. As long as he has the opportunity, he will definitely make Liu Xuan regret it, but at that time, regret will have no effect.

From a small eunuch to a big celebrity next to the Son of Heaven now, the head of the ten permanent servants. He Zhang Rang is not a person with a big heart, his heart is very small, small enough to hold a grudge until a person is old in the wilderness, as long as he has the opportunity, he will not hesitate to push the person he hates into the abyss!

(The spiritual character in Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty should actually be regarded as a posthumous name, which is used in ancient times to evaluate the emperor, or a kind of praise and disapproval of the life and behavior of some minister.) So like Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, this is only after death, and others like Emperor Shao of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Xian are all about the same. Here just because it's easy to read |ω?))

(End of chapter)